Life was going good until the other shoe dropped. Only, things could be worse. I could be dead.
It was exciting to see flashes of Gabriella's and Victoria's tits and pussy from their unbuttoned, unsnapped, and unzipped garments. Neither of them had a clue that I had this psychic power to expose them to me and to my best friend Wade.
Wade caught on fast, though; he knew which side of Gabriella and Victoria to stand or to sit by to see the most of their nakedness. Every time one of them leaned over me or sat, he could see the side of their breast peeking out of their housecoat of a flash of their pussy. Depending where I unzipped, unbuttoned or unsnapped them, sometimes he had a clear view down their housecoats from their neck to their ankles. They both have wonderful bodies and it excited me for Wade to see them. Occasionally, I would psychically drop something before unsnapping or unbuttoning them and, when they stooped down to retrieve the object, he had a perfect view between their splayed legs.
Depending upon the mood they were in that day, shy or horny, it was of particular enjoyment to see the sometimes embarrassed or coy looks on their faces when they discovered that Wade saw what they were unintentionally showing. Nonetheless, the little game never stopped them from continually walking around naked beneath their housecoats while in the presence of Wade. I suspect that they both enjoyed the little game of peek-a-boo, as much as Wade did. He was a good looking hunk of a guy after all. I suspect they masturbated later when alone in their rooms thinking about Wade having sex with them.
Only, thinking in hindsight now, maybe I should not have played with Wade's flaming desire because I got burnt.
I took it too far when I applied my "What is good for the goose is good for the gander clichΓ©." I figured that my wife and sister-in-law would appreciate ogling Wade's man tool. After all, much like him, it was an amazing specimen. I knew that Wade didn't wear underwear. He was the type who would walk around naked if he could. He hated anything between his cock and the fresh air. Besides, he would say, you never know when opportunity will present itself. It was easy for me to pull Wade's fly down. Every time he sat, the side of his big, thick cock was obvious to whoever was sitting or standing to the side of him and looking. He was too dumb to notice.
My wife and her sister noticed, but they never said anything to him. I caught them looking at his semi-exposed cock more than a few times. I knew that when their faces flushed that he was getting to them. I suspected that they thought that he was purposely exposing himself to them. Oh, my God. Poor Wade, if he only knew, that they thought he was a pervert, which he was, of course, as are most men, he'd be so pissed at me.
Nonetheless, the best time was when he developed an erection, he always had an erection, but this time, he had a solid, sticking out of his pants erection and it was, actually sticking out of his pants. He probably got the boner from seeing an endless show my wife's and her sister's tits and pussy.
Although Wade is a dear friend and I love him to death, he's simple. He is as dumb as he is big. I think all those steroids went to his brain instead of his dick and accomplished the opposite effect. They shrunk his brain and engorged his penis.