"Abby please come into the family room I need your help."
She was out in the kitchen getting drinks for my friends. It was poker night, and it was a hot summer night too. Abby wasn't a player, but she liked my friends, especially Mike and Josh.
"Ok what's going on? Why is everybody smiling?"
I didn't even turn around to look at her, instead I was concentrating on the cards in my hand and the pile of chips in the middle of the table. I didn't have to look, I let the other guys give her the attention she deserved. I still the vision in my head from when we were getting dressed. With her slender legs and the way her ass nicely rounded out her loose khaki shorts how could anyone forget?. And those large breasts, covered just right by a soft halter top that tied at the back of her neck and around the middle of her back. When I say just right, I mean that there was enough exposed that made you stare as long as you could get away with it. And the fabric was thin enough to let you know that her nipples were about the same diameter as the poker chips on the table. Just before the game started she sat with us for a few minutes, barefoot and with one leg completely bent so that her left foot was planted right on the chair against her crotch. Whether she knew or not, we could see right inside the opening of her shorts, and I admired as I knew my friends could also see the detail of the flowered pattern of her panties.
Mike was single. Josh was married and his wife Trish was attractive like Abby. I had seen Trish dressed in shorts and a hot little tube top, and I had trouble not staring then. Especially when the tank top accidentally came apart while we were out on their boat. But now, tonight it was my friends' turn to savor Abby.
"I'll explain in a second, hon. Please just sit on this chair for now."
"Wait guys, you know I don't play cards." The smiles continued but no one said a word to Abby. "We know that, hon. Just sit here and relax. Mike will pour you some more wine."
Abby knew something was up, but she played along in her typical good natured way. She was feeling a buzz from her first two glasses of wine, and she could see that we all were pretty much in the same state of mind.
"Son of a bitch. Josh you got that full boat on the last card. You knocked my flush right down the toilet," I said jokingly.
Abby spoke up, "honey it looks like you're out. You don't seem to have any chips left." Mike and Josh couldn't contain themselves, they laughed and cheered. Mike pumped his fist in the air like a college kid at a football game.
"Wow, you guys are really into this tonight"she said, "how much did you win Josh?" Josh just sat there and smiled, and he kept from looking Abby in the face. His nervousness was obvious.
"Well the game's not over yet, hon."
"But you don't have any chips."
"That's why I need your help. I couldn't cover the bet, so I put you up as collateral, sort of." All three of us guys burst into laughter, and I actually started to get a little nervous. "I, uh, I need you to flash your boobs."
"Oh my god " was all that Abby could say before she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, laughing and repeating "oh my god" a few more times. "What did you do? You told them they could see one of my breasts? Are you crazy? No way "
"But hon, I really don't have any choice. I lost the bet. I told them they could see both of them."
"And you don't care if they see my breasts naked?"
"Actually, no I don't mind. Anyway, you know your boobs are awesome. I shouldn't be the only guy who ever gets to see them."
"Well, first of all, Trish would want to kill me. And you guys would just think I'm a slut if I did."
Mike shook his head, "no way, I know you better than that Abby. You'd still have my respect."
"What about you Josh?" she asked. "What do you have to say, since you're the one who won the hand?"
"I won't tell a soul," he said. "I must admit, they're hard not to stare at even with your clothes on. What harm will it be since we're all friends. It's not like we're going to make you do anything else."
"No, I just can't. I can't help thinking what Trish would think of this."
"Trish wouldn't mind," said Josh, "I mean, there's no reason to tell her, but I think she'd do it for us if the situation was reversed. Remember the time her top fell off on the boat. She just laughed it off and so did you."
Abby did remember. She remembered how Trish carelessly hung off the side while the boat soared across the lake, and how all of a sudden a gush of water from another boat caught Trish head on, and the top just split apart at the snaps. And she also remembered that Trish insisted on leaving it out in the sun to dry. And how Trish spent the next few hours just barely covering her breasts with a small towel hung over her shoulders. Abby also remembered how even though they were small, they hung beautifully from her chest, swaying gracefully as the boat moved with the waves. And even though Trish's nipples were tiny, they were a nice dark shade of brown, matching her long hair.
"Well, maybe it's ok." she said. Let's think about this for a while, I'm a little nervous right now."
I got up and stood behind Abby's chair. "Mike, turn down the lights a little. I think she's scared."
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked me.
"Trust me, hon. I'm just going to make it easier for you." My two friends seemed to be in a trance, captivated by their anticipation of Abby revealing her naked breasts to them. Mike not only turned down the lights, he also turned the stereo to a jazz station, and the music created a softer atmosphere.
I stood behind my wife in her chair, and started to massage her shoulders and neck. She went along nicely, softly humming and lightly swaying her head from side to side. I pulled the strings at the back of her neck, and they quickly fell apart, but Abby caught the front before her top had a chance to fall forward.
"Wait", she giggled as she grasped the strings tightly.
"Relax" I said as I tugged them gently from her grasp. I slowly lowered the strings as the fabric of her top folded down and just as her nipples were about to be uncovered she clasped her hands over her breasts.
"I don't think I can do this" she laughed.
I put my hands over her two forearms and gently put pressure on them. Slowly she gave up and as her arms went down to her lap, the halter fell loose and my friends looked stunned as my wife's breasts were completely exposed just a few feet from their faces.
After a few silent electrifying seconds, she covered her eyes in embarrassment. To enhance the sight, I slid my hands down under Abby's arms and softly squeezed the sides of her breasts just enough to make the nipples move around some.
"Can I cover up now?" Abby asked, almost in a whisper.
"Not til the next hand hon. Better wish me luck."
"Oh my god, what if you lose again?"
"We'll figure it out. But if I win the top goes back on."
I was happy that Abby was allowing the game to continue. In some ways she was a modest girl, not wearing overly provocative clothes in public, and always cautious to keep our intimacy private by locking the bedroom door. But the wild side of Abby existed too. Once I was on a business trip at Miami Beach and Abby had come along. On the first morning we jogged along South Beach and realized pretty quickly that women had the option to go topless. Later in the evening, after some dinner and a few drinks, she told me she'd like to spend the next morning on the beach with me, and asked me how I felt about her going topless. Of course I was totally for it. And the next morning she looked gorgeous sitting on her blanket in the sand with her breasts exposed to anyone lucky enough to be there. It made me so horny that my biggest challenge of the day was trying to hide the erection inside my swimsuit. As soon as we got back to our hotel room, we practically threw ourselves into each other, and we fucked until we fell asleep from exhaustion. A couple of hours later I woke her by whispering in her ear descriptions of the people on the beach who seemed to be admiring her naked tits. And after a few minutes my recantation of the event aroused her to the point that she slid her head down from my chest to lick and suck my dick back to life. And when I moved to offer it to her pussy, she held me back. It was her way of letting me know that she was going to finish what she started until my cum was deep inside her throat. One of Abby's nice qualities is her generosity. And when she gives oral, she gives it completely and thoroughly. That was the extent of our sexual adventures, we never went further than her exposing her boobs at a place where we didn't know anyone. She knew that if it were up to me, I'd let the whole world see not just her tits, but all of her. Every intimate piece of her beautiful body, inside and out.
And now, back to the poker game. On the next hand, I lost to Mike, and now we had some negotiating to do. Actually Abby got off easy. We convinced her to take off her shorts, leaving her panties on. She was such a good sport about it. Her nervousness was diminishing, and she actually seemed more relaxed than I expected.. She stood up and took a step back so that Josh and Mike could have a view. Then she smiled, unclasped her belt buckle, and the shorts dropped a few inches to her hips. She wiggled a little and they were soon on the floor. The sight of my wife standing half naked for my friends to enjoy was amazing. When she sat down, lotus style with crossed feet, we had the added excitement of seeing her spread pussy even though it was covered by the flowered panties.
