I began unbuttoning his shirt, but my hands were trembling too much to grip the buttons. With a smile, he took over, while I slipped off my blouse and...unhitched my bra from where it hung below my breasts. I dropped my blouse and bra onto the floor and looked at him. I was twisting my feet together, like I do when I’m a bit nervous, and I think that made him even more turned on.“Oh Annie,” he said, “You look so sexy like that.” I smiled at him, and rubbed my hands over my soft mounds. “Do you. I told Amanda about every little part of it, I didn't want anything coming back on me.The party was a blast. It started about 3 pm on Saturday and ended Sunday at 7:00pm. It only ended then when the cops came to the room because of the noise. I had talked to Amanda at least 12 times over the length of the party.My brother got married and they left for their honeymoon. It had been about three months since the party and life was back to normal or so I thought. I came home from work, and went to. If she was alone in a bar, every guy in there would hit on her. The dress had a scooped front almost to my breast forms, whichwere ample. It also showed a very flattering figure. No wonderI couldn't breathe. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, thehemline seemed even shorter, at least six inches above my knees. I heard a soft "click." I turned around, and my wife wastaking pictures of me! "You can't admire yourself all day, sweetie. We've got abusy afternoon and evening ahead. I always looked forward to spring, if for no other reason than to make my annual trek to Cancun. I asked Leslie if she wanted to go and she was more than happy to go.“Can Becky come along?” Leslie asked.I hadn’t really thought to ask Becky to come along. I was looking forward to spending a week alone with only Leslie. Leslie insisted, saying she’d pay Becky’s side of the trip if it would make things easier. I begrudgingly gave in. I joked that “a manage a trois” probably wouldn’t be a bad.