Throughout the week, when we had sex, I would bring up different things from our game nights with my friend. It never failed to excite her, and made her even more aroused than she already was.
“He knows that we knew that he could see my tits, doesn’t he?” she asked.
I replied that I thought so.
“He DOES know, doesn’t he?” she repeated.
I could tell that this thought was making her hot, so I agreed.
“Yeah, he knows. I bet you’d really like him to see those tits wouldn’t you? A good look at them, without having to sneak a peek every now and then.”
“Maybe,” she said “would you like that? Would you like him to see my tits? You want me to let your friend see your wife’s tits?”
“Yes, I do, “I told her “I think you want him to see them too. It makes you hot knowing that he is looking at them, doesn’t it?”
At first she just said “Kind of.”
I asked her again “It DOES make you hot, now doesn’t it. It makes your pussy soaking wet, just by knowing that he has seen your tits, right?”
“Fuck, yes!” she responded “knowing your friend is looking at my tits, with you sat right there is so fucking hot!”
I decided that I wanted to let him see more of her tits, but to still do it in a teasing way. I didn’t want us to play strip poker, or anything like that. I was enjoying the fact that he was getting to see them and, although it was getting more obvious, it was still subtle. It wasn’t as though I was saying “Here are her tits, have a look.” I enjoyed seeing him take a peek and try to get a good look without being caught.
When we were out shopping later that week I got my wife to buy an oversized tank top, it was perfect! It had HUGE armholes that reached down almost to her waist. Also, the neckline wasn’t too low. As she tried it on I could see half of the side of her tits while she was standing still. It was awesome! I decided what the heck.
“Nice,” I told her “but how would you like to let him see more?”
She looked at me and asked me what I meant.
“How can I let him see more? For him to see any more, I’d have to take the top off.”
“No, that wasn’t what I meant,” I told her “what about your pussy, hun. Don’t you want to let him see your pussy?”
Now she was curious and wanted to know how she would go about doing that. I told her to look for a pair of shorts with huge leg holes, just like the tank top had the big armholes. Finally, we found pair that were made out of sweatpants material. They were cut near the crotch, so the leg openings were rather big. When we got home I got her to try them on and then to sit in different positions to see which gave the best view of her pussy.
I found that if I sat on the floor opposite one of the chairs in our living room, you could see right up the leg of the shorts to her beautiful pussy. I couldn’t wait for our next game night. All of this talking and our fucking was getting to us both. I told her that it was up to her, if she wanted to let him have a real look at her tits, I would excuse myself to use the rest room. She could let him see them while I was gone.
I would also say that I might be awhile, as my stomach was really rumbling, and also I would make plenty of noise when I was returning so that they would know when to stop. She told me that she would think about it, but what if he tried to feel them?
That weekend he called, as usual, to see if we were up for games again. I told him that it sounded like a good plan and he replied that he would be over soon.
My wife was dressed in the tank top and shorts, this was it! I could tell that she was nervous.
“Remember, it’s up to you,” I told her “just do whatever you are comfortable with doing.”
“Thanks,” she replied “I love you so much.”
When my friend arrived my wife was in the other room. We sat and talked for a while and then he asked if she had gone out somewhere. I told him that she was here, but she was busy doing something at the moment and that she would be with us soon. I could see the relief in him when I said that. You should have seen his face when she did walk in!
In all of the times, since that first night, he had never said a word or hinted about anything. It was as if everything was normal.
We started by playing cards, just like the other nights. I got us some snacks and drinks after a few hand, and I also wanted to see the view that he was getting. There was a lovely side view of her tits through the armhole. I am sure you won’t be surprised to hear that my friend proceeded to slide a few cards off the table when dealing to my wife. Amazingly he never slid my way!
I knew he had gotten a view all the way to her waist from that angle. We played a few other games, and then she said that she was tired of sitting in the chairs and suggested that we moved into the living room. She got out a board game, which involved a lot of dice and moving and stretching over the board. This would require her to lean over, when moving her piece on his side of the board.
I had made sure that he sat opposite to her and I could see him looking down her top nearly every time she moved a piece to his side. As soon as the game was over my wife leaned back against the couch – we were sat on the floor – and said that she needed to stretch her legs out.