"No need to be nervous." Brenda leaned down and put her hand on the back of my neck, her touch making me shiver. She kissed me on the mouth, and I could feel myself melting a little as we kissed. I had been on a few dates in the last handful of months, and even enjoyed some make-out sessions, even if they never called me back, but none of them compared to how intimate and unreal kissing Brenda felt. She was an experienced lover, and that came through in how she kissed me with an ease that made her lips move with a mastery that left me a little wobbly in the legs. I put my arm on her shoulder to keep from falling over.

"Oh, look at you two…" Wendy said. I opened my eyes and saw her and Yara looking at me, big smiles on their faces.

"Sorry…" I said, pulling back. I could feel my cheeks blushing, "Brenda, that was…really nice."

Brenda giggled and nodded. "You're fantastic at that."

"What are you apologizing for…umm…oh god, I don't even know your name, and you're making out with my wife?" Wendy smirked.

"It's Vi, darling, and Vi is a wonderful kisser." Brenda said.

"Well, Vi, you never need to apologize for kissing my wife…I don't mind sharing, obviously." Wendy grinned. She turned back to Yara, "You're looking hot, my girl…can't wait for you to use the strap-on I picked up last week."

I felt like I was watching porn that I had no business seeing, as Yara and Wendy shared a passionate kiss. "I know…Brenda said you were begging for it." Yara kissed Wendy again.

"I can't help it if I have a strap-on obsession." Wendy shrugged and kissed Yara again, but this time, Yara stuck her tongue into her mouth, and they started making out like crazy. She pulled back and looked at Yara. "Umm…the food is pretty much done, should I wash my hands and…"

"Eat me out? Is that what you're going to suggest?" Yara said.

"I kinda don't want to wait until after dinner."

"Oh, Wendy, having your dessert before your meal, you'll spoil everything." Brenda grinned, still holding me from behind as she watched her wife and Yara.

"Sorry, but…Yara has this way of…I want her…" Wendy was so cute, biting her lip, and I knew what she meant.

"It's OK," Brenda said. "Have her, darling."

Wendy giggled at the thrill of getting permission from her wife, and I could tell Yara was already more than ready for it. Wendy pulled the apron off and hung it onto a rack, then went to wash her hands in a gleaming stainless steel sink that probably cost three months of my rent.