Our annual Mardi Gras party had just wrapped up at our place and most of the guests had left. A good friend of ours, David, stayed behind to help clean up.
Once we had the majority of the mess under control my wife, David and I were in the kitchen cleaning up and my wife made a comment about the bead necklaces that David and I were still wearing. She told us that we needed to hand them over to her so she could put them away for next year.
David and I had at least thirty bead necklaces between the two of us (part of everyone's costume we had handed out when they arrived to the party).
"Hold on a second" I said jokingly. "Beads are normally earned during Mardi Gras, aren't they?" A devilish grin crossing my face as I spoke.
Without much thought behind it, she quickly flashed her bra clad breasts and extended her hand waiting for the bead necklaces.
I pulled one of them off and handed it to her and she put it over her neck and re-extended her hand for the others.
David removed a necklace of his own and spun it around his fingers and with an eye brow raised, asked her, "And what would you do for this one?"
Seeing where this tomfoolery was going, my wife grinned mischievously and removed her shirt completely, showcasing her beautiful breasts. She squeezed them together with her arms while walking up to David.
David's jaw dropped at the scene before his eyes, the full display of lingerie and plump breasts of one of his very good friends and of his good friends wife!
She snatched the necklace out of David's hands, and gently pushed his mouth closed. She placed the necklace around her neck and went back to wiping down the counter, her breasts swaying slightly as she did.
She looked at me and shrugged. "No different than a bathing suit top really," she explained.
Trust me when I say no one was questioning her choice or arguing with her logic. And truth be told it should be the same as a bathing suit top but for some reason, for me at least, bras, panties, etc... and have always had a much more sexual connotation for me than bathing suits. Even skimpy bathing suits. Maybe because bathing suits are meant to be seen and lingerie is made to be hidden, making it that much more taboo? Whatever the reason, she was looking sexy as hell!
David and I stared for a while before I snapped out of it. She'd never been this bold before, but I liked it!
Noticing that she hadn't put her shirt back on, I decided to see where this could go.
"How many necklaces for the bra to come off", I asked, boldly.
"What!?" She responded.
Oh shit I took it too far! I thought to myself.
At that moment she looked back to David, then to me and smiled ever so slightly. Now whether she was fueled by the wine from that evening or maybe it was just raw excitement in the air, I'll never know, but she responded "6 necklaces".
Now this is where it all got interesting for me. She could have said all of the remaining necklaces and we would have happily obliged, but the fact she didn't ask for them all meant she had wanted this to go further! Right?
While I was running through what that meant in my head, David already had his 3 necklaces off and layed them on the kitchen island.
I snapped out of it, pulled my 3 necklaces off and added them to David's pile. My wife immediately reached behind her back, and my cock immediately began to swell knowing what was coming. She unclasped the hook and let the bra fall to the floor with the help of a little shimmy to wiggle it free from the breasts it was hugging.
I soon as her breast were exposed to me and our friend, I was instantly as hard as a rock. The flushed cheeks and hardened nipples on my wife told me she was plenty thrilled and excited as well.
She stuck her tong out, added a cute little nose scrunch, scooped up the 6 necklaces and went back to wiping down the counters, ignoring us completely.
This time David piped up, emboldened by my wife's actions.
"How many for the pants?" His voice was shaking a little, unsure if his bold request had gone too far for either myself or my wife.
I reassured him with my full support and I repeated his question to my wife.
"Yeah, how many for the pants?" I said.
She stopped cleaning for a second, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, nipples at full attention, aching to be touched no doubt.
She looked David up and down, stopping as she got to his crotch, noticing how tented his pants were, she nibbled her bottom lip, put a finger to her chin, pensively, and said "6 more necklaces and you toss all those garbage bags in the garage for me".
We combined our necklaces, 3 each, and grabbed all the garbage bags and walked them over to the garage door and tossed them in.
David and I didn't say a word to each other while doing so, both our minds were racing at the way the night was unfolding and where it may go.
When we returned to the kitchen my wife was facing away from us still cleaning away, but she had removed her pants already and she was bent at the waist, which put her scrumptious ass on full display, her lace panties leaving very very little to the imagination.
We froze in our tracks, awestruck. I looked over to David who was absentmindedly rubbing his cock through his pants.
I couldn't hold back any longer, I had to touch her. So I moved in behind her and just before I could squeeze her ass cheeks in my hands she slapped my hands away and she said "that will cost you some necklaces mister!"
She thought about the cost for a second. "For you, hmmm...2 necklaces." She said.
For me!? I thought to myself. Does that mean David can earn a touch? Does that mean she wants to be touched by him? My cock twitched at the thought.