After about 15-20 minutes, Louise and I had just about recovered from the intense and fantastic experience of the first part of the show.
Simon popped in again with a couple of drinks for us and asked how long we thought we needed to recover before resuming our next part.
We asked for another 10 minutes as we both needed to get changed and to finish re-applying our make up and generally get ourselves prepared for the next part of our little performance.
Simon then went back out and we hard him on the PA saying the show would restart again 15 minutes time.
A loud cheer went up and I have to admit that the nervous anticipation was something else. My stomach was literally doing somersaults, whilst my pussy was in a place of its own. Tingling with anticipation and absolutely still dripping my sticky juice.
For the second part of the performance we had agreed we would try and get some audience participation, unsure as to how far some of the guys would be willing to go and cautious of the bar staff being over zealous.
“Ladies and gentlemen please put your hands to together for Louise and Anna as they take the stage of their second performance routine of the evening.” Simon was clearly enjoying the compare role and as Nelly’s ‘Lets take of all our clothes’ boomed out Louise and I staggered our way back out into the limelight.
We had both decided that this bit was going to be more about acts and engagement with volunteers rather than the straightforward strip routine of the first part.
So we had both gone for, well a minimalist approach too clothing it might be said.
Louise had put on a pair of silk, seamed black stockings. A tiny see through bra and panty set (the panties having ties around them to hold them up,) a pair of black stiletto and a see thru black negligee. She looked like she had stepped straight out of a scene from a wild west bordello.
I had gone with my trusted red seamed stockings, red panties and bra set (the bra being peephole and the panties totally see thru.) I wore my red stilettos to complete the scarlet lady approach.
A large and raucous cheer greeted us as we wiggled and waggled onto the stage, dancing provocatively to the naughty lyrics of the song being played.
As we approached the centre of the stage my stomach was doing butterflies and my nipples had begun to harden, revelling in the ache and the tell tale signs of lust building up in myself.
Louise was appearing as randy as ever and her eyes glistened with the familiar look of want and desire.
Once on stage we did a little bit of wiggling and dancing. Some smooching together, running our hands over the front of each others titties and legs. At one point we were deep in an embrace our tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths.
Our snogging session continued to the delight of the onlooking gaggle of men as they crowded ever closer to the stage area.
By this point Louise and I were really going for it and Frenching each other deeply as our hands wandered up and down our bodies: caressing our titties and pawing over our arses and legs.
Louise had now removed her negligee leaving her looking stunning in her stockings and lingerie set.
“Now it’s time for some of you to be the stars!” we both said in unison to the audience after we broke off from our embrace.
Simon then asked for the groom (Gary) to get up onto the stage. Rather sheepishly he made his way up and was placed in a chair in the middle of the stage. Raucous cheers encouraged him as he sat down.
For the next few minutes as music played lowly as an accompaniment Louise and I danced around him, gyrating our hips at him, wiggling our asses in his face and playfully teasing him.
He was building up quite a bit of courage and from time to time he would playfully slap our bums or try and grab a handful of tit.
We mockingly acted surprised and danced around trying our best to get the mood moving.
“Now its time for some of these clothes to come off!” We said again in unison and with this we began to strip the lad of his shirt. He had a large muscular torso, very well toned with a shaved chest. He obviously liked to keep in shape and worked out a fair bit.
“Ooh gorgeous,” we mouthed to the audience as we began squirting some whipped cream onto his nipples and chest.
Within seconds we were both at him like bitches on heat. Descending on him like vampire minxes to suckle at his nipples. The cream was lapped off him to approving roars of delight from the crowd. I could see a few of the guys whispering to Frank and Simon at the side and Frank was able to blow me a kiss and gave me the thumbs up sign.
They were obviously enjoying our performance. We bent over exposing our arses to the crowd as much as we could. My see through knickers gave them a good vie of my bare ass and also my freshly shaven cunthole. The gusset was sodden wet as my fanny was literally on fucking fire!
Louise was also soaking wet, I know because she placed my hand o her pussy area during the dancing and I could literally feel the steam coming from her fuck tube.
The lad motioned to us that he didn’t want to go to far as his future father in law was in the audience and he didn’t want to embarrass him.
With this we then announced that we felt overdressed. This brought a loud cheer and cries of ‘get em off,’ and ‘lets see those fucking tits and pussies,’ and many other lewd and delicious comments.
Louise was first and she waddled across to the groom, all cream coated and obviously sporting a hard on.
“Take ’em off!” she loudly said and with this she gave him the ties that held her panties up. He slowly undid them and they fell off to a loud cheer. Her smooth and wet cunt was now once again on display.
“Get my tits out too,” she then loudly said. “You wanna see em again?” She teasingly asked the audience.
“Yes get ’em off and lets see those fucking tits!” came the expected positive reply.
Slowly he undid the clasp of her bra and she seductively let it fall down her arms and off. She now stood in just her heels and stockings as she paraded around. Her nipples were like organ stops and you could see slivers of her cunt juice leaking down her stocking clad legs.
The groom took the opportunity to have a long feel of her bare arse and gave it a playful slap.
“My turn!” I jealously said. I wiggled around the lad, shaking my tits at him.
“Get them out!” a loud voice shouted. It was Ralph his father!
His son duly obliged and unclasped my bra and then once again my bare aching tits were out for all to see.
“Now get the sluts knickers off son!” Ralph then shouted. He was obviously caught up in the moment and was clearly loving it. I was leaking cunt juice by the bucket load now.
“Rip them off me!”I ordered. Again a loud cheer as the young lad took a grip of the side of my panties and pulled.
Rip..They tore at the seams. “Now the other side,” I said.
And with that they easily fell down my stocking encased legs. I stepped out of them, tossing them into the crowd and now I was exposed, just my red stockings and heels left on.
I wantonly and shamelessly paraded around displaying my full body for the delectation of my appreciative, horny audience.
“Lets hear it for the groom,” Simon said as we signalled for him to change the guys over on stage.
A round of applause went up.
“Now who will take his place?” He quickly asked.
As quick as a flash his father and the best man Greg shot up and onto the stage.