When my wife announced to me one day that she and her girlfriends were going lingerie shopping for husband "stocking-stuffers" (she seemed to think that was very funny), I was mildly surprised but more than thrilled. We'd been married almost four years and, while we still loved each other very much, things had gotten a little stale in the bedroom. I was all for anything that would liven it up, especially if it showed more of an interest on her part. I hadn't really been looking forward to the holidays, with all the family and office parties, but that suddenly changed.
I doubted she had been the one to initiate it, of course. I knew all her "girlfriends," as I was friends with their husbands as well and we all tended to hang out together, on and off, as couples. Of them all, Sara (my wife) was nowhere near as open-minded as Rachel, and even Deborah and Lori had shown a more racy side than my wife on the times we all got together and drank.
I'll always remember the time everyone came over for Halloween and Rachel and Lori dressed as "vampire hookers" -- supposedly without coordinating beforehand. I was shocked that their husbands would let them do it, since the costumes were pretty risqué and showed off their aerobicized bodies with amazing effect. My wife and Deborah had been a nurse and an angel, respectively, and they both looked good, but nowhere near as sexy as the other two. I got quite a few pinches from Sara that night for my ogling.
Anyway, their outing was set for a Saturday afternoon -- apparently they were all going to a spa first and then have a few drinks before they got down to some serious shopping (none of us were alcoholics, but it seemed like whenever the wives were together there was drinking involved). There was a game on and Rich, David and Joe (the other husbands) were all over watching it with me, so I was fine with the girls taking as much time as they wanted (I probably wouldn't have cared if they had taken the whole weekend, so long as Sara showed off her new bedroom attire when she got back).
The lingerie shopping spree was barely mentioned by the guys, not surprisingly. Up until then, none of us had been that open with each other about our sex lives, which I didn't think was too strange, being a guy. I think we probably felt a little uncomfortable discussing the hot night we were all anticipating. I didn't know about them, but I really wasn't planning on waiting until Christmas to unwrap my present. I'm all for holiday cheer and traditions, but it had been a long time since our last session and I was definitely all worked up. If worse came to worse, I was prepared to do some serious house-work bribery to make it happen.
The game was over around six and we hadn't heard from the girls -- sorry,
women
- yet, but I could tell that everyone was a little anxious. I don't remember who started it, but within minutes of the last play, the guys started making excuses to get out of there. I was sure they all wanted to be home when their wives got there, liquored up and feeling sexy. I know those were my thoughts, at least.
By the time I heard the front door open, everyone had been gone for awhile and I was already half hard in anticipation. I'm sure I had a grin on my face when my wife walked into the living room. It only faltered a little when I saw the other wives walking in behind her.
"Hi honey!" my wife called out, a little too loud. She was grinning even wider than I was, and her face was flushed -- either from drinking or from the thought of her recent purchases, I wasn't sure.
"Hi there," I answered hesitantly, staring at all of them bunched up together like schoolgirls. They all had the look of cats that'd swallowed canaries -- until they glanced around and saw that the room was empty.
"Hey, where's Rich?!" Rachel slurred, managing to sound confused, frustrated and drunk all at once.
"Yeah, I thought they were watching the game with you," chimed in Deborah. She sounded a little more sober, but I noticed that she had forgotten to zip up her sweater in the front, leaving her bra and quite a bit of cleavage fully visible.
It took me a moment to look away and process what she said, and by that time the women had all come in to the room and flounced into couches and chairs.
"Um, the game was over awhile back." I looked over at my wife. "Hon?" I was hoping she'd clue me in on why everyone was here in my house when I was hoping to get her alone and in bed. I silently wondered how long it would take to politely get them to leave.
"Oh, it's no big deal, Rachel," she said, ignoring me. She picked up one of several bags she had brought in and began going through them. "It was really a silly idea, anyway."
"What do you mean -- it was your idea in the first place!" Rachel threw back at her. She kicked off her shoes and casually put her feet up on the coffee table, not seeming to care that with her knees bent, her skirt slid down her thighs quite a bit. "Just because you're too scared to really do it doesn't mean it wasn't a good idea."
"What idea was that, darling?" I asked. I tried to nonchalantly drift towards the kitchen so I could get a better view between Rachel's legs. She was wearing black leggings under her skirt and with her legs up and slightly apart, I could plainly see the white oval of her cotton crotch puffing out slightly between her thighs. It wasn't like I was looking directly at her pussy, but considering how pretty and fit she was, I was happy with what I could get.
It was quiet all of a sudden, and fearing discovery I glanced up, but the other three women were looking at Sara. She had her head down and her face was even redder than before.
"Sara thought it would be funny if we gave you all a show," Deborah finally offered with a giggle. "You know, with what we bought today." She was lounging back on an easy chair just in front of me and facing away, and from my angle I had a pretty good view down her open sweater. I noticed now that her black bra had quite a bit of lace along the edges -- definitely not your typical work-a-day bra -- and the cup barely reached her nipples. In fact I could see a wide semi-circle of deep pink areola peeking out above each bra cup, contrasting nicely with her very pale skin.
I tried to imagine Deborah doing a catwalk in lingerie. She was the least athletic of the four, but her large breasts and curvy hips gave her a sort of sensual voluptuousness that I'd always found enticing, despite my usual preference for thin women. I decided I could definitely handle her giving me a "show."
"Do you really think we'd have gone through with it anyway?" Lori asked. She was lying back on one of our two couches, her shoeless feet up on the armrest and pointing towards me. She was wearing a skin-tight spandex shirt and runner's tights that showed off her flat tummy and athletic legs. At some point, probably when she slid down to prop her feet up, her tights had pulled up between her legs, giving her a distinct camel toe. I only caught a glimpse of it before she pulled her feet up towards her chest and turned on her side, but that was almost better, since the thin, stretchy material now showed off her perfect ass, and the camel toe was still visible -- only this time the indentation appeared where her cheeks and thighs met. I can still remember today the outline of her pussy lips and the sexiness of the whole image, likely because I knew I shouldn't be looking. My erection had now reached full staff and I barely resisted an urge to adjust it in my suddenly tight pants.
"...and with a little more wine, maybe," laughed Deborah. I had been distracted so only caught the tail end of her comment.
