The lingerie models

Susan whooped and cheered when she eventually noticed Clare dancing and teasing right in front of her husband. Not wanting to be outdone, Susan danced over towards me and pushed my knees apart. She spun herself around so she had her back to me, copying Clare. I had known Susan for over 20 years but I had never seen her like this before. She was swaying her bottom from side to side and she looked amazing in her pink thong and stockings. I was so busy staring at Susan’s backside that I never even noticed that Clare had bent over in front of Dave with her hands on her knees. It was Susan who alerted me to it by shouting encouragement over to my wife. Clare winked at us as she gyrated and teased in her d***ken state. Her legs were together but I wondered just exactly what Dave could see by now in that crotchless thong. My attention was brought back to Susan when she adopted the same position as Clare and bent right over in front of me. The wine had made her very wobbly on her feet so Susan widened her stance to stabilise herself. Her feet must have been about three feet apart and she was almost touching her toes. My eyes were fixed between her legs as I saw her exposed pussy through the split in the pink lace material. She was struggling to keep her balance and a couple of times she almost fell forward. As she adjusted her feet to maintain her balance, Susan’s heel hit against the base of the sofa and she began slowly toppling my way. I quickly raised my hand and placed it on her left buttock to steady her. I was immediately worried incase I had overstepped the mark but she didn’t even flinch. I felt her lean back a little as she felt a bit steadier and better supported.