It would be good for both of my girls to share this small step to womanhood.”“I will wear the bra from now. It’ll give me the chance to get used... to it and protect my buds as they blossom. Also, I don’t know why but wearing this bra makes me feel more girly and less of a child.”Judy smiled and kissed Mary and then me on the cheek. “Good. It should be like that. For a girl getting their first bra is a right-of-passage. I’m happy for both of you.”“The bras will become tight or uncomfortable as. “Good evening I am Estelle, I am the compere for this evening. Please follow me through to the changing rooms.”She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken great care, she had been in the spa all afternoon, and now she was going to be messed with again.She was asked to undress completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her face and styled her hair. When she saw the finished work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had skills. As I opened the door I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex being done to my wife. There was grunting from the bloke, moaning from the wife and bodies slapping together. Knowing that he was still here and she was still being used like a dirty whore by him got me going. I'd gone from a slightly tired but hopeful hubby to an eager perverted hubby that wanted to watch the action. I started up the stairs undoing my shirt. As I got to the stairs I got a bit of a shock. There was a guy coming. "Do you feel about me the way I do about you?", she said. I said Yes. "I'm not...so...normal", she said. I assumed she meant about the awkwardness before and allowed my heart to open to her. "No" I said, "You got me, I'm yours, no explanations, no exceptions." She melted into my arms and pushed me back toward the couch. Her hands fumbled with my belt and mine with the buttons of her silk blouse. My finger tips brushed the black lace of her bra, glimpses of which I had seen down her shirt while.