After Lauren and Carl fucked during his birthday party, the two of them didn't see each other for a while. Lauren didn't mind, she was actually a little embarrassed after the night and wasn't sure if the sex had changed their flirty dynamic. I wasn't sure why she thought anything would change, since she had already given him several blowjobs, but women have a strange attitude toward sex, I suppose.
Lauren eventually confessed to me that the next time anything happened between the two of them was the next time they saw each other, at the Halloween party we always attend. It's thrown by two of our friends, and it's a costume party that everyone generally gets into. We're all young, in our mid-twenties, so sometimes it gets raunchy, but generally nothing more than the occasional racy costume.
This year I went as a Roman centurion, and Lauren joined the theme by going as a Roman senator. That meant she wore a white bedsheet in the shape of a toga, which she tied to be a little tight in all the right places. Anyone seeing her would see instantly that she had a great figure.
I remember that when I walked up behind her as she was putting the final touches on it, I caressed her back and realized that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the toga. I pointed it out to her and she said that the toga didn't cover enough of her shoulders and that the bra straps would be visible and would ruin the impression, and that it didn't matter because she had made sure to wrap the sheet around her chest several times so it was too thick for to see anything through it. I liked the idea of knowing that my wife's breasts were bouncing freely underneath the toga all night long, so I didn't say anything.
When we arrived at the party, Carl was there, dressed as a robot. At the time I didn't know their history, so I didn't think anything about it when he rushed up to Lauren and gave her a big hug. But it made Lauren feel really at ease, since it seemed like Carl wasn't going to act differently around her. She brightened up instantly.
I don't remember much from the party myself, except for one part. During most of it I was hanging out with various people and lost track of Lauren for most of it. When I caught glances of her she seemed to be okay, except more and more drunk. At one point, though, I noticed that her toga seemed to be tied up much more differently around her torso that it had before. More important, it seemed much thinner against her chest now. The outline of her large, firm tits were much more clear. I walked up to say something to her, and as I got closer I saw that the covering was now thin enough that I could even almost see her breasts through it. When I mentioned it to her, Lauren explained that she had gone to the bathroom and had to remove most of the sheet and then had to retie it. She said she didn't think anyone could see anything, and even if they did, it wasn't a big deal to her, she was proud of her "rack" and I should be, too. I thought that was a weird thing for her to say, especially that she described them that way, but I didn't want to make a big scene, so I let it go.
Of course, Lauren later told me that things actually happened differently. She had spent most of the night getting more and more drunk and in another room in the house, flirting with Carl and a few guys. Some of them had girlfriends and some didn't, but most of the girls were elsewhere, so Lauren was the only girl in the room. Ordinarily she wouldn't have been alone flirting with so many guys, but Carl made her feel safe, so she stayed.
As everyone started getting tipsy, some of the guys began to get a bit more bold with Lauren. One of them, some guy named Hunter, said, "Hey, Lauren, what're you wearing under that toga?"
Lauren giggled and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"We would!" someone else said, and someone else said, "yeah!"
Another guy walked up behind Lauren and moved his hand up and down her back. "I don't feel a bra strap!" he shouted.
"Awesome!" someone else said. Lauren playfully slapped the guy's hand away. "That's none of your business!" she laughed, and jumped up from her seat. This made her tits bounce visibly enough that it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oh, man, look how they bounce!" someone said, which made Lauren squeal a little out of embarrassment, and clutch her hands over her tits. That just made her look even cuter, and it just egged the guys on.
"I bet your boobs look so great," some guy said, and another guy added. "They look so hot!" "What do they look like?" some other guy said.
Lauren isn't sure what made her say what she said next, but she was drunk and wanted the flattery to go on. "Ask Carl," she said, pointing to him. "He's seen them."
This definitely got a reaction. "No way!" "What?!" "When?!" All the guys turned to Carl, waiting for him to explain himself.
Carl grinned and nodded at Lauren. "I did! Guys, they're incredible. Big and really firm."
"You have to show us!" Hunter shouted. "Yeah, it's no fair!" someone else said. "Show us, Lauren, come on!"
"No way!" Lauren said. "I'm not showing my boobs to a roomful of guys! What will my husband say? What will your girlfriends say?"
