"So... what now?" Stephanie asked, as the six of us stood separate from each for the first time in a while that night, drying ourselves casually but yet with an unmistakable urgency to get things going again.
"Well..." As my wife turned her head in my general direction, Amy's eyes darted to the side where her walk-in wardrobe laid behind another door. She flashed me another glance, a sparkle dancing in her eye before an impish grin turned up the corners of her mouth. Even then, it took me a good few seconds to realize what she had in mind, and I still couldn't believe it. Her reaction could only mean one thing, and she continued to look at me, like she was beaming her thoughts at me to seek my consent.
"Go on," I tried to say with my mind. Instead my mouth simply mirrored her devilish expression, and she could no longer hold back a snicker.
"What's up, Amy?" Elizabeth noted.
"I was thinking," Amy began, her eyes darting about the room like she was a five-year-old kid trying to divulge a secret. "Maybe all of you would like to explore the inside of our wardrobe."
"Really? That's your big idea?" Talia's response was immediate. "I thought the whole plan was to go without clothes for tonight, not try them on." Another flurry of laughter.
"Oh, I think you'll reconsider after you've seen what we've got in store." Getting off her seat on the bed, Amy quickly disappeared behind the wardrobe door. The other ladies exchanged looks of confusion while I twiddled my fingers in anticipation, uncertain of what their reception would be.
"Ta-da!" After a minute or two of rummaging, Amy emerged from the wardrobe, one arm raised in a practice flourish as she sported a T-shirt and jeans. I couldn't help react with a weak smile while the others looked on.
"That's it?" Corrine asked. "I don't see what that has to - "
"Oh. My. God!" Talia suddenly squealed, pointing a shaking finger at my wife's chest. "Look! Just look at what it says!"
Now with a point of focus, the other three women scrutinized Amy's choice of costume a while longer before exclaiming among themselves as well, recognizing the familiar phrase of 'YES THESE ARE MY TITS' emblazoned right across her breasts. "Is that - "
"It is! It is! It's the shirt Amy wore when I first introduced Ian!" cheered Talia.
"After adjusting for size," grinned Amy. "Our company's costume mistress is pretty much a wizard when it comes to needle and thread."
"So... one day we just decided to get replicas of our old clothes," I added, blushing much harder than I'd meant to.
"Not just _our_ clothes, of course," Amy corrected, her smile widening.
"Wait. You mean - " Elizabeth's voice trailed off as she put two and two together. "When you two roleplay - "
"...Damn, girl." Corrine shook her head, an equally wide smirk upon her face. "And I thought Talia was the freaky one when it came to sex."
"I don't know about that, Corrine," Talia responded in mock seriousness. "I set the bar pretty high, after all."
"All right, if you're all done giggling like schoolgirls," Amy declared, "How about we all pick out something nice for our birthday boy?"
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