Last week my wife Susan had her twenty-sixth birthday party, and to celebrate we decided to throw a huge party for her. She invited a bunch of her friends from college whom she hadn't seen in a while, and whom I had never met. I was kind of unsure about whether that was a good idea, but because Susan had never been to a reunion since she graduated, she said she really missed her friends, and after some pouting she convinced me to go along.
The reason I was a bit hesitant was because Susan had been a bit of a party girl back in college. At least that's what I heard from various people, and from her when she had drunk a bit too much. She admitted that she ran with a "crazy" crowd, and had "hooked up" with almost all the guys in it. I didn't know what she meant by "hooking up," but I decided not to ask.
Susan herself is a beautiful girl, with shoulder-length brunette hair and a great smile. She's average height, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. Her breasts are a small C cup, full and round, and they sit high on her chest. I'm very proud of my wife's body, and usually I encourage her to show it off. During our trips to the beach, I always encourage her to take off her top at night and walk with me on the shore, and I always get a thrill watching the random guy pass by and gawk. She always acts embarrassed, but I think she enjoys it, too.
On the night of the party, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a short, swishy skirt. She was very excited to see her old friends again. We went out to dinner beforehand, and at dinner she drank a full bottle of wine. She always gets horny when she drinks, and tonight was no exception. On the ride back home, she couldn't keep her hands off me. I was driving, and I wanted to be safe, so I brushed her off.
"Honey," she said, "I may have some fun tonight, so don't get upset, alright?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, a bit suspicious.
"I've known these guys for a long time, and we've all been through stuff together, so things are more loose and playful with them," she said.
"Okay..." I said, not sure I how to respond.
"Just promise me you won't get jealous if some horseplay goes on. Besides, you always like it when I show off, right?" she asked.
"Well, alright. Just, you know, don't get crazy," I said.
"Oh, you know I love you," she said, and leaned over the seat and kissed me on the cheek.
The rest of the way she was talking about other stuff, but my mind was stuck on the party. I did like it when she showed off, but doing it in front of a bunch of people she knew was different. Still, though, as nervous as I was, I was also a bit turned on. What kind of horseplay did she have in mind?
I didn't have much time to think about it. The second we got home, the doorbell rang. Luckily we had set up for the party beforehand, so we were prepared. Susan bounded to the door, her skirt flipping up and down. I noticed then that underneath the skirt she was wearing a sexy pair of black lace panties.
The door opened and in walked a gorgeous girl, about Susan's height, but blonde and just a bit taller, wearing a button-down blouse and a tight pair of jeans. The second she saw Susan she squealed and the two jumped into each other's arms. Susan turned and said, "Honey, this is Margaret! We were roommates all during college!"
I shook hands and said hi to Margaret, thinking that if Susan wanted to horseplay with her, I wouldn't mind at all.
Over the course of the next hour, more and more people came, around thirty in all, about evenly split between guys and girls. Most of them were attractive, which was great when the door opened and a girl was there, but not so much when a guy was there. Susan greeted them all with squeals and big friendly hugs. A bit were too friendly back. One guy squeezed her tush when she hugged him. She squealed again and smacked his shoulder. She then turned to me and said, "Honey, this is Richard! Richard, this is my husband, John!"
"How ya doing?" Richard said with a big smile as he reached over to shake my hand. He didn't seem at all embarrassed that I obviously saw him just goose my wife, and in fact he sounded like it was no different from him hugging her. I was a bit stunned at this, but recovered quickly enough to shake his hand back and smile. If it wasn't a big deal to him, I thought, I guess I shouldn't care too much about it.
After a while, the party was in full swing. I kept sneaking back to the kitchen to get drinks and to hang out by myself, since I didn't know anybody there. I flirted a bit with Margaret and some other of Susan's friends, but just kind of kept to myself otherwise.
Occasionally I noticed some of the guys goosing Susan, and one of the guys, Tim, even grabbed one of her breasts and gave a good squeeze. I was too far away to hear what caused it, but Susan and the other girls they were talking to just laughed, and then she grabbed his package.
Stuff like that happened here and there, making me both jealous and horny. I've never seen guys openly flirting and groping my wife before, and I was amazed by how turned on I was. I felt like I should walk up and say something, maybe put my arm around her to remind everyone she was my wife, but to my surprise I didn't.
After a couple of hours, everyone had been drinking quite a bit, and people were getting very touchy-feely. During one of my talks with Susan's friends, I learned that almost all the guys and girls in the group had fucked each other at least once, including Susan. I had never heard about this before, and I was a bit shocked to learn that Susan had done it with so many of these guys. It definitely explained how comfortable and playful everyone felt with each other.
I walked to the kitchen and walked back out, just in time to hear someone shout, "Strip rules!" Everyone laughed and applauded, but no one did anything. I was confused, but one of the guys on the way to the kitchen told me that, sometimes during parties in college, the group would have "strip rules," where a certain rule would be called out, and anyone who broke it would have to take off an article of clothing. Apparently a minute ago someone had said how bad it was that so many people use the word "like" a lot, and from there it quickly snowballed until not saying "like" was one of the rules.
No sooner had the guy explained the situation than a cheer came up from the living room. I looked over, and one of Susan's friends, Emily, was stomping the floor in mock frustration. People started chanting "Take it off! Take it off!" even the other girls. Emily slipped out of her shoes, to a mix of clapping and groans.
A minute later I heard another cheer, and this time when I turned I saw Susan in the center of the circle. She was giggling and putting her head in her hands, then slipped out of her shoes as well.
Over the next half hour, more and more people started stripping. I guess it was pretty difficult not to say "like" in this day and age, but some people said it pretty conspicuously, as if they wanted to strip.
Emily said it again, and she pulled off her shirt to reveal a purple lace bra. A couple of guys ended up shirtless, including Richard, who sported a sculpted body. Susan stared at him for a second after he stripped, which I didn't like seeing. I liked it even less when she herself said "like" almost immediately afterwards, and while everyone was staring at her she reached up under her shirt and unhooked her bra. She slipped out of it without taking off her top, and tossed it at Richard, laughing. He took it and pretended to make out with it, then threw it aside.
Now that Susan had no bra on, I could see how turned on she was. Her nipples were pushing through her top, and it wasn't even a very tight top. Every time she took a step, her tits bounced, and as she walked around the room she caught a lot of the guys' attention.
A bit later, several of the girls were left in their bras; one of them, Melissa, was left in just her bra and panties. Most of the guys were shirtless, and two or three were in their boxers. I was still fully clothed, since I didn't talk at all, and it was a good thing. I had a raging hard-on as I watched all these guys staring at my beautiful wife and her bouncing tits, imagining what they looked like underneath her shirt.
But it turned out that some of the guys weren't just content with imagining. While I was looking at Melissa in her underwear, out of the corner of my eye I saw Tim creep up behind Susan. She was standing in front of a large group, telling a story, and she didn't notice him at all. He came up right behind her, and suddenly grabbed her top on the sides and pulled it all the way up to her neck. Her full breasts and puffy nipples jumped into view, lightly bouncing, and the crowd cheered. Susan playfully screamed and pulled her shirt down, smacking John's hands away, then went back to telling her story.
I was jealous but incredibly turned on. The whole room had just seen my wife's tits, and she didn't even seem to care. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, staring at everyone. Tim walked off and gave a high-five to some other guy, then went over and flirted with Margaret.
After a couple of minutes, Susan walked up to me. She was clearly drunk, very bright and giddy. "Oh, honey, you aren't jealous, are you?" she said. "It's nothing they all haven't seen before. We always do stuff like that."
"It's okay, it turns me on," I said, actually unsure if I was lying or not. "Go have fun."
