"Come on," Jen said irritably, pulling her shoes on.
"I've just got to put my collar on, and I'm ready," Adam said, turning around to look at his wife of twelve years, as she finished fastening the buckles of her shoes. She was wearing a short black pleated skirt over white hold up stockings, showing off her long graceful legs, and a tight white blouse. The top three buttons of her blouse had been left open, showing off the top of her white lace bra that only just held in her 36C breasts. Adam could clearly make out her nipples that were pressing into the thin material of the bra and blouse. But it was the black high heeled shoes that made the outfit for him, the type with straps around the ankles that looked very sluty.
It had been Emma's idea, Jen's best friend, to have the fancy-dress night. But it had been Adam's idea for her to go dressed as a naughty school girl. Adam had chosen to go as a vicar, mostly because it required little effort on his part, he didn't particularly enjoy dressing up only doing so because everyone else wanted to.
This was their last night at the villa in the beautiful port town of Alcudia on the island of Majorca. They'd spent most of the previous week lazing about in the sun, drinking, and enjoying the company of their friends while celebrating Jen's thirty-fifth birthday.
"It's not too much, is it?" Jen asked, turning to Adam with a worried look on her face. "It's not too revealing, is it?" She asked, turning towards the full-length mirror on the wall, studying her outfit, spinning around to look at her backside, seeing her white panties through the thin material of the black skirt.
"Bloody hell, you can see my knickers," Jen exclaimed, rubbing her hands down over her pert ass.
"Well you'll just have to take them off then, won't you," Adam joked, looking at his wife's ass approvingly. Even after having two children, who were currently back at home, looked after by Adam's parents, Jen still had a fantastic body. At six feet tall, her long slender legs lead up to her tight ass and small waistline, her tits had dropped a little after breastfeeding two kids, but that just made her more attractive as far as Adam was concerned.
"l can't go down without any knickers on, what if they see up my skirt?" Jen replied hesitantly, unsure if she should, but equally intrigued by the idea. She ran hands over her ass, examining herself in the mirror.
"They'll have a great view," Adam said quietly, thinking.
Jen turned towards her husband, shocked, "That wouldn't bother you, our friends seeing up my skirt. It wouldn't bother you if they saw my privates?" Jen had always been a little self-conscious about her body. No matter how many times he told her that other men found her attractive, she would just dismiss it and change the subject, not believing him.
For his part, Adam loved to watch other men watching at her whenever she entered a room or even when just walking down the street. He could read on their faces exactly what they were thinking when seeing her ass swaying as she walked. He always found himself becoming a little aroused when seeing other men looking at his wife.
"Pass me that thong you brought for me; I'll have to wear that. I can't go down like this," Jen seldom wore thongs or G-strings outside of the bedroom, finding them uncomfortable. In fact, Adam couldn't recall a time when she had worn one outside of the bedroom.
He reached into the bedside cabinet where Jen had put the small bag he'd given Jen on their first night at the villa. Pulling out the tiny piece of material, he held it, studying the choice of underwear that he'd made for his wife.
Jen snatched it from him, pulling up her skirt. She quickly pulled down her knickers, revealing her recently waxed pussy. Adam still couldn't believe that she'd removed all her pubic hair. Jen would typically leave a small strip on her pubic mound, but for some reason, she'd chosen to go the whole hog this time. Not that he was complaining! He'd been asking her for ages to shave it all off, ever since she'd commented about how women in porn videos always seemed to have bald pussy's. They didn't often watch porn together, but when they did, it always made her nice and wet, ready for a good fucking.
Jen pulled on the thong, her bald pussy visible through the small triangle of dark blue material, before quickly pulling her skirt back into place.
"That's much better," she said, more to herself than Adam as she once again turned to the mirror, checking her backside.
When they eventually entered the kitchen, all four of their friends cheered them, raising their glasses in a greeting.
Emma, Jen's best friend, immediately walked over to her, handing her a large glass of wine, looking her up and down approvingly as she examined her naughty schoolgirl outfit.
"Nice to see that you're finally embracing your inner slut, it's about bloody time." Emma joked.
"It's just a fancy-dress outfit," Jen protested, turning red when her friend winked at her.
"Yeah right, tell that to them," Emma told her, turning her glance towards the other four people in the room who were all staring at Jen's sexy outfit.
Jen and Emma had been best friends since school. They were like chalk and cheese, although this hadn't always been the case. Where Jen was usually shy and reserved, Emma always seemed to need to be the centre of attention. At only five feet four, she was significantly shorter than Jen, but made up for it with her big personality, loud and in your face. She'd fashioned a bar wench outfit out of a black Basque, which was obviously meant for the bedroom over a white see-through blouse. The top buttons of her blouse had been left undone beneath the Basque, which pushed up her small tits, making them look much more significant than they actually were. The look was finished off with a short flared white skirt, displaying her legs to mid-thigh and a pair of black sandals.
Harry, Emma's current boyfriend, who she'd been with him for about a year now, the longest relationship she'd had in years, was wearing an eye patch and a paper pirate hat, placed a bottle of beer into Adams's hand, saying, "Cheers mate."
Adam looked over to his best friend Ben, who was quietly talking to his wife Kate while sipping a beer leaning against the kitchen counter. They had both come dressed as Romans using bedsheets as togas.
They'd both draped the sheets over one shoulder, then wrapped the sheet around their bodies, tying a knot at the shoulder. Ben looked ridiculous with his trainers and socks on.
It was clear that Kate had made far more effort with her outfit than Ben had. Her sheet was crossed over her chest at a forty-five-degree angle, exposing her left shoulder and the top quarter of her breast. Adam couldn't help noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath the sheet. The shape of her small breasts with hard nipples were visible beneath the thin material. She'd also tied a belt around her waist, pulling the sheet up over the top at an angle, revealing one of her thighs almost up to her ass cheek.
Adam took a sip from his beer, studying the three women who were now standing together.
Christ, they look good
, he thought, wondering if they'd gotten together and planned to dress up sexily.
I bet it was Emma's idea.
He thought, turning to his male counterparts, finding that they were also staring at the women, who either didn't notice or didn't care about the effect their outfits were having on them.
A few hours later, after dinner a lot of alcohol, they all ended up sitting around the glass-topped table in the dining area playing cards.
"This game's a bit boring," Jen said, slurring her words a little as she threw her cards bad-temperedly onto the table, having lost yet another hand.
