Saturday evening and Kim and I readied ourselves for another neighbourhood theme party. These were always fun events and the theme that night was a slumber party. Everyone had to wear some form of bedroom apparel. Our hostess, Cindy, said there would be a little twist to the evening's festivities, in case we got bored. Kim and I looked forward to the prospect.
We had both purchased new sleepwear. I had decided on black silk pyjamas in the Hugh Hefner style. Baggy long-legged bottoms matched an equally loose top, that closed with two buttons. After showering, I stood naked before my underwear drawer. Pausing to decide for a moment, I closed the drawer again, slipping on the bottoms by themselves. The cool silk caressing my privates felt wonderful and as I put on the top, I became semi erect. My skin tingled, it was a glorious feeling. Kim entered the room and gave me the once over. She grinned as her line of sight, settled on my lower torso.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
She strolled over, her grin became a sly smile.
"Nothing, only curious," she said, slipping her hand into the unbuttoned fly. "Nice, you're not wearing anything under this?"
"No, it feels so good, I'd rather not. I doubt people will notice, unless someone reaches in to play with my cock."
"No one had better notice then," she replied, with one eyebrow raised. "What would you say if I did the same thing?"
My dick twitched as I pondered the question.
She squeezed my shaft and gave it a little shake. "Good answer," she said.
She moved to the bed and shed her dressing gown, examining herself in the large closet mirrors. I never missed an opportunity to watch my wife get dressed or undressed. I lay on the bed contemplating the view. I never tired of her naked form. At five feet, nine inches, with golden blonde hair halfway down her back, she had a leggy look. Her slender legs seemed endless, finally converging at her sweet, shaven mound. Her heart-shaped ass and perky 34C's completed the woman of my dreams.
Bending to retrieve a box beside her night table, she placed it on the bed. She pulled out a delicate, three piece ensemble and held it up. There was a sheer bra, a matching thong, plus a transparent baby doll.
"Wow, and you thought I was racy?"
"No I didn't, I only wanted to feel your dick. Being racy, that's my job. Actually," she said "I wasn't planning on wearing this tonight but I'm feeling a little tingly now. This will be more fun for sure."
"Are you sure?" I asked, "There may be people there we don't know so well. That's pretty daring, especially if the bra and panties go missing."
"Ooo..." she thought out loud, "Then that settles it, I'm wearing this for sure. If it's too much for some, then why are they at Cindy and Ron's place? Everyone knows how they are and what these parties are like."
She donned her sexy outfit and I looked her over. While the bra and panties weren't completely transparent, the baby doll certainly was. Satisfied she'd made the right decision, she went to the washroom to finish her makeup. I waited in the living room and after a short while, she descended the staircase to the vestibule. She did a quick spin to show herself off.
"Ready?" she asked.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, down her back. It almost glowed in contrast to the gossamer, white material of her babydoll. Her makeup was flawless and understated. It highlighted her fine facial features and flashing green eyes.
"Why go anywhere?" I said, "Let's stay home and make love; maybe do a photoshoot?"
"Every time, you do this every time," she said and then laughed. "Get off your ass, we've got a party to go to."
We both chuckled walking to the party. We felt like a pair of flashers in our long overcoats. At our destination I knocked at the door and it flew open a moment later. There stood our hostess, Cindy. She was a tall and shapely creature, sporting a sheer, floor-length negligee. There was nothing underneath but a minuscule, black thong, no bra. At that moment, we knew we'd dressed appropriately. There was ample noise coming from inside, as people laughed and spoke in small groups.
"Come in," Cindy called to us, "take off your coats and get comfortable."
As I took off my coat and handed it over she looked me up and down and gave me a wink. When Kim removed her's, it was as though everyone else continued undressing her.
"Maybe we should go in and mingle," she said with a sheepish smile.
"Hold on there," Cindy called out. "In case you forgot, it's my birthday. Since you haven't brought a gift, I'm going to peek in your hubby's PJs. I want to see if he's wearing underwear."
Kim looked back with a half-smile, "Listen my dear, I didn't forget, because it's not your birthday. But hell, if that's all you want, knock yourself out. While you're in there, be sure to get a handful of anything interesting."
"Wait a minute," I said, "don't I get a say in this?"
"No!" came the instantaneous reply from both women.
"You live for this kind of thing," my wife added, "Just stand there and enjoy yourself."
Cindy reached with both hands and pulled my waistband out a full foot. She bent over to look directly into the opening. Cindy was one of those people you gave a lot of leeway to. A free spirit, she was gregarious and randy as hell.
"Ah wow!" she spoke out and reached inside to caress my shaft and all the bare skin surrounding it.
"I love how you shave everywhere," she said.
And before I could react, she pushed the front of my pyjamas down, exposing me to everyone in the room.
There were wolf-whistles and some applauded. I could hardly protest, my stiff member betrayed my excitement.
Readjusting my bottoms, I continued into the living room. I joined Kim who was already with some of our other neighbours. There were six other couples, all sitting around laughing and talking. Most of them were in normal pyjamas or nightgowns. One couple shared a single pair of PJs. Kim and Cindy were by far the most daring at that point. We talked with a couple called Bob and Cathy.
"Why is it you shave like that Rick?" Cathy asked.
"We go to the nude beach a lot. It's pretty common among nudists to shave all over," I explained.
Kim chuckled. "He always says that but it's more for me," she added. "It's the best for oral sex. Less hair caught in your teeth and so much more feeling. That's for both of us, I shave too."
Cathy looked at Bob, "Might want to give that a try, Hon. Could mean more blowjobs."
Bob was clearly considering her suggestion.
"That's a nice outfit you almost have on Kim," Bob said. "You see hon," he looked at Cathy, "the one I picked out wasn't so daring after all."
He looked at us, leaning in to whisper in a not so secretive voice, "she's even wearing underwear."
Obviously vexed, Cathy pulled her arms into her top. After some maneuvering, her bra fell out from under the silken top. Slipping her arms back into the sleeves, she undid the buttons half-way down the front.
"Better?" she shot back at Bob.
He looked at her, nodding in silence. Her more than ample boobs were almost spilling out now. She had, without a doubt, the most impressive rack of any woman at the party.
"So much better, Cathy. Man, you have incredible tits," I answered for Bob. Cathy looked me in the eyes and beamed.
We continued talking and Cathy would often reach over to get her drink or some chips. Each time, she'd let her top fall open. Those beauties were so nice, full and round. The areolas were very large as well, a lovely shade of light pink. I was enjoying the view too much and Kim didn't care for it.