"You sure about this?" I asked my wife, as she stood up and took my hand.
"Oh, hell no! But, I'm gonna do it anyway." She whispered, before pasting a smile on her face. I walked with her to the table, and we sat down, all four of us on opposing sides of the table, with me sitting across from Jen and Mandy across from Bob.
Jen started a little timer on the table and we began to dish the food out. As usual, it was going to be a good dinner, grilled ribs, home made potato salad, sautéed asparagus, some fresh vegetables and dip. Nothing overly fancy, but then, that didn't matter all that much, when the timer went off the first time.
"So, I'm supposed to read this." Jen said, picking up a yellow envelope and opening it. "As you dine, every three minutes take one minute to stand up and take one item of clothing off. Stand for the entire minute. Once all your clothing is removed, you must remain standing and allow each other to see whatever they wish. Once the main course is finished open the next envelope."
"Every three minutes?" Mandy whispered.
"And this is the first. I'll set the timer to one minute and then we can start." Jen said, reaching for the little timer. She set it for one minute and then stood up, waiting for the rest of us to do the same. Only then did she start the timer. The first round was easy. We all took off our shoes, and then stood awkwardly until the timer beeped. We sat back down and began to eat again, Jen setting the timer again. At the end of three minutes we again stood, Bob and I removed our socks, my wife didn't have socks to take off and removed her blouse, exposing her white lacy bra containing her thirty-six D breasts. I was a little surprised to see her nipples hard inside her bra. I looked over at Jen as she slipped her dress off, letting it slide down her arms and body until I pooled on the floor around her feet. She stood in a black, see through body suit. I could easily see her firm, round breasts through the sheer black material, her light pinkish areola, puckered around two large protruding nipples. The black sheer material revealed a sheer black panty covering what looked like, a completely shaved pussy and mound. She also had on a black garter belt, holding up a pair of silk stockings. I couldn't help but feel my cock begin to harden in my pants, at the sight. She had clearly planned on making this as titillating for Bob as she could.
When the next three minutes came, I was torn between watching my wife slip her skirt off, knowing she had on a pair of mostly sheer panties that would show off her patch of brown curls and much more, and Jen, who was rolling the sheer stockings down her legs. I almost failed to remember to take my shirt off before the minute was up.
I knew the next three minutes would be a tough one for my wife. She was going to have to decide to take off either panties or bra, both exposing parts of her to Bob, that she had never shown off to anyone. I glanced at Bob and could tell he was spending much more time looking at my wife's breasts through the lace bra, than he was looking at his own very exposed wife.
We stood again, this time I slipped off my slacks, leaving me in nothing but my boxers, my dick bulging the front. My wife slipped her bra off slowly, I wasn't sure if it was nervousness or her looking at the bulge in Bob's briefs as he stepped out of his pants, his eyes locked, more on my wife's breasts, that his own wife's now completely naked breasts. I looked up at Jen's eyes and saw her looking at me, or more correctly, my crotch. The one-minute timer had long since started to beep before she reached to turn it off and sit down.
Dinner was only half way done, as we stood and each removed the last of our clothes, leaving us all standing, looking at each other's naked bodies. My dick jutted out, rock hard, all eight plus inches, pointing straight at Jen. Bob's hardon was full and thick, not as long as mine, but every bit as hard as he looked at my wife's body, from her slightly sagging D cup breasts, to the tiny patch of brown curls on her mound. I was sure from where he stood, that he could easily see between the gap of her thighs, and the amount of inner labia now visibly, protruding down.
Six more times we stood, staring at each other each time. For guys, it's easy to tell when they're turned on, even dressed. For women, it's a bit harder, but naked, there are telltale signs. Both women had surprisingly hard nipples and puckered areola. Jen's completely shaved outer lips, were swollen around the tiny bit of inner lips that pushed out between them. I could see Jen's eyes staring at my cock as it bobbed gently with my pounding heart. As we stood there the final time, I couldn't help but see her bite her lower lip, as her body trembled slightly, and a trickle of moisture run down her left leg. I glanced over at my wife, who, surprisingly, was looking at Jen, rather than Bob, her face flushed pink.
The timer had been going off for some seconds, as Jen stood. clenching the edge of the table, as she climaxed! I wasn't even sure that Bob saw her do so, his attention was so focused on Mandy. Finally, she let go of the table and reached for the timer, her hands shaking slightly. She turned the timer off and reached for the next yellow envelope, that was laying on the table. She tore it open and then read the hand written note that it contained. "With the main course over, it's time for dessert, but with a twist. Each wife should sit on her husband's lap, facing him, with her genitals pressed to his. She is to feed both her husband and herself dessert. While she is doing so, he is to use his hands only, to touch and tease his wife. The goal is to give her an orgasm before they finish dessert."
"Well, that kind of all sounds like dessert to me," Mandy said. "Right about now, I wouldn't mind a nice climax!"
"You sure we can't swap wives here?" Bob asked quickly, getting a scowl from his wife.
"That's not what this is about and you know it. God Bob, I don't believe you sometimes."
"What? She's damn sexy!"
"And what am I, chopped liver?"
"Well, you're sexy. But I see you naked every day. I've never seen her naked before."
"She isn't a stripper for you to ogle. She's your friend's wife! Have a little respect."
He frowned before he looked over at me. "Sorry Jack. I know I shouldn't be thinking that."
"It's tough. I kinda think the same about Jen. She's pretty hot looking."
"You think?" He asked.
"Definitely. I've probably been staring at her a lot more than I should be, but yeah, she's damn hot. You're pretty lucky dude."
"So, dessert?" My wife prompted.
"Oh. Yeah. Let me get it." Jen said quickly. She headed to the kitchen, her boobs bouncing sexily with each step. She came back a few moments later with two bowls with spoons sticking out of them. I moved my chair away from the table and sat down while Mandy took her bowl from Jen. She straddled the chair and me, and sat down, her very wet pussy pressed against my raging hardon.
"So, make me come, sexy." She whispered, before spooning a small scoop of blueberry cobbler and ice cream into my mouth. I let my fingers start to stroke up and down her sides, the tips of my fingers dimpling her soft skin. She ate a bite, while I let my hands wrap around her back, my strokes working up and down her back. I loved touching my wife, stroking her and teasing her, and she knew that it wouldn't take long for me to work my way around to her erect and sensitive nipples. I'd love to suck on them.
I ate another bite, taking my time with it, as my fingers worked around to her stomach. I stroked up and down, each stroke up her stomach reaching further toward her soft breasts until the tips of my fingers were stroking the undersides.
I heard Jen moan softly, Bob, apparently working on her already excited body. I started to circle my wife's nipples with the tips of two fingers, bending her nipples over as I pressed my finger against her puckered areola. I'd seen her nipples this way a few times in the past, and each time, she was very, very excited. I felt her hips start to rock, grinding her pussy against my rock-hard dick, until her lips had spread around me and her hard clit began to grind against me. She stopped feeding us dessert and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, letting the sensations, of my fingers and hardon, push her growing orgasm closer to climax.
"Oh fuck!" She whispered, as she rocked harder, grinding herself forcefully against my shaft. I knew what she wanted, but the rules said fingers only. No matter, it wouldn't take much longer. Her wet pussy ground against me, rubbing against my engorged head, as she stroked herself harder and further along my shaft as her orgasm grew. "Oh shit, here it comes!" She moaned softly, as her legs started to tremble slightly. She continued to grind against me as the shaking grew stronger. I so wanted to just stand up and lay her on the table and fuck her. She had me so damn close to my own climax, but I knew I wouldn't get there before hers took her. "OHHHHHH FUCK!" she squealed loudly, as she stiffened on my lap, little shudders running up and down her body, as her pussy leaked her juices onto my lap, in a long, deep orgasm.
She leaned against me, her soft tits pressed to my chest, as she panted for breath. "Oh fuck, that felt good. Not as good as if you were in me though, but still pretty damn good."
"Glad you enjoyed it. I know I did, but damn, am I ready now!"
She looked over at Jen, as she let out a soft gasp followed by a low deep groan. "Well, it looks to me like we won't have to wait long to get to that part. At least, I expect that to be the next part."
"If it's not, we might have to change it, because I'm so hard right now, you can't believe it."
"Oh yeah, I can." She giggled.
"You seem to be actually enjoying this." I whispered.
She grinned. "And you're not?"
"Oh, I am. I've really enjoyed seeing both you and Jen naked." I whispered back.
