Fair exchange.

"Rachel's given me an idea. How about you all trade? Ian's clothes for your underwear."

The room was stunned for a moment. Was she joking? Amy reached behind her back and unhooked her bra through her blouse. It took a bit a maneuvering, but we all watched in silence as she reached down the front of her shirt, pulled out the bra, and threw it to the room's center. "Your move, ladies."

For a moment, it seemed that Amy had called their bluff. But then a pair of pink panties flew to land next to the bra.

"Talia!" Rachel cried.

"You started it. I wanna see his chest. Sue me."

Corrine smirked. "That's two articles you owe us, I guess. Get with the stripping."

"Give 'em a show, honey," my wife urged.

I stood and did my best Chippendale impression, teasing my jacket and spinning it over my head before I flung it to the center. Then I sat down and took off a shoe.

"Bullshit!" Corrine charged. "We want chest!"

Amy returned, "No one said what he should take off."

"Still not fair! We're not exactly ready for winter over here, but Ian's got layers on layers. Shoes and socks are one item."

My wife nodded, so I popped off the other shoe and took off my socks.

"That's more like it. Stephanie, it's your go."

"Me? Why? You've got more on than I have." It was true. With all this stripping, Stephanie's nipples were starting to poke through the material of her tight sweater. Evidently, she had no bra.

But Elizabeth stood, ending the argument as all eyes watched her cross behind the couch. Rachel leaned as far as she could, but the brunette covered herself, and hiked up her skirt enough to pull down her panties. They flew over the couch to the floor. Then Elizabeth crossed back to the couch and sat with her knees closed modestly. Her face and chest were beet red. She looked pleased with herself.

For that act of bravery, we applauded. I walked over to the girls on the couch and made a show of unbuttoning slowly. Stephanie and Corrine ate it up, and Elizabeth stared in rapture. But when I finally got the shirt opened, Corrine booed.

"You have an undershirt on? What's that even for?"

So I threw my shirt into her lap and strutted back to my seat.

"We almost have him! Stephanie, give him your panties!" Corrine urged.

"Seriously, why me?"

"I dunno. I feel weird stripping in front of a married guy and his wife."

"You doing that for a fucking living, Corrine. Nice spread, by the way. Super hot."

"Thanks, but I'm not the one who snuck into a hospital in a nurse's outfit to give a guy a handy!"

"That was one time! And it was Ian. He's special."

All this talk was getting me hard. Amy's chest was heaving, her freckled breasts bobbing as she breathed.

"You guys are ridiculous." Rachel stood, and in full view of everyone, pulled her cocktail dress up to her waist. Her pale legs were totally exposed. She dipped her thumbs under the black fabric a her hipbones, and yanked her panties to the ground in a single stroke. For a moment, the whole room saw her dark bush before she got her dress back down. "Here." Her panties joined the pile.

I reached for the hem of my undershirt, but Amy stopped me, and she unbuckled my belt instead. "You ladies want to see the goods, but you don't want to pay the toll. How's that fair?"

Corrine settled back in her chair. "Fine, fine." With some effort, Corrine discreetly hiked her dress up high enough to get ahold of her underwear. They came off without anyone seeing much more than leg, and went to the pile. "But Stephanie should pay up, too."

Stephanie's blonde curls bounced as she went behind the couch like Elizabeth had. In a moment her white panties were balled in her fist. When she returned to the couch, she dropped them into the pile.