Getting Sarah into something even more revealing

"So you really didn't want me seeing Sarah in that little sleep outfit thingie she got for you huh?" Wiley said. So dismissive of what she'd picked out for what was meant to be a special night before he showed up, and somehow he's acting like I'M the weird one for not wanting him to see Sarah in it!?

"Yeah no shit, of course I didn't want you to see her like that."

Wiley leaned back in his seat on the couch, a slightly more cocky and dominant edge to him than before. Settling quickly into his new role as 'man of the house' thanks to this awful idea.

"Well then, since I can't do a lot of the awful things you've done to me over the years, I think a good way to get back at you is to have things happen that you really don't want to have occur, right? So..." Wiley said, turning towards Sarah like a cartoon villain. My heart froze as the gross little perv clearly had something bad in mind.

"Sarah Bear, while I think you looked lovely in that lingerie, it was a bit too...conservative."

Conservative!? The word hung in the air, and Sarah looked a little uncomfortable for the first time since her little show earlier.

"C-c-conservative?" Sarah eventually repeated, a tremble in her voice, almost a whimper. In a bizarre way it gave me a tiny sense of relief, maybe now she'd finally realize what a creep Wiley was.

"Yes. You ran off before I could get a proper view but from what I was able to see, it didn't seem to show off nearly enough. You have a stunning body hiding under there," Wiley said, his eyes running up and down Sarah, smirking for a second.

"So take off your sweats, and then your shirt. Liam would hate it if you were walking around in your bra and panties the rest of the night."

Again his words hung in the air, like they were giant visible letters, all in bold streaming across the room. It took a second for me to even be offended after I was so shocked at his request.

"What!? The fuck she is, Sarah you can't-" I said, turning to Sarah before Wiley interrupted.

"See, clearly I'm right and he doesn't want it to happen, so that means it needs to. Lose em Sarah Bear, it's the only way."

My mouth agape as I looked at Sarah, and my eyes wide as she seemed to actually be thinking about this! After a few seconds of nervous thought she finally spoke up.

"Liam, you agreed that Wiley would be the bully and take control here. You gave your word, and you've spent so long torturing him. He's...Wiley's right, this is a good way to start to balance things out."

I blinked a few times, staring at her in disbelief. My anger and outrage was covered by my complete shock at the situation, too stunned to even scream at Wiley for suggesting such a thing. Or at Sarah for even considering it.

This couldn't be real. No. There was no way that she'd do it. Not Sarah. Hell, we'd dated for almost six months before I saw her without her pants on, there was no way she would. She'd chicken out or say she was just kidding, just messing with me or Wiley or both of us.

That thought was decimated as I snapped back to reality, where Sarah had placed her thumbs in the waistband of her baggy sweats. She took a sharp breath in, a tiny huff, and then in one quick movement yanked them to the floor. Her pale legs fully on display, a small pair of lace red panties all that kept her covered from the waist down. I gulped as I looked on, from where I stood I had perfect view of her backside, slightly big for her frame and just as perfect as the rest of her. The sight of her in front of me, stripping like this, was impossibly hot even if I loathed what was causing it, I couldn't deny that she looked stunning. All I could do was stare, speechless and enthralled by the sight of Sarah willingly stripping for Wiley.

She paused though, fiddling with her fingers and her eyes fixed on the floor. Long red hair dangling down and blocking her face, hiding what I assumed was embarrassment. Maybe she was realizing she was going too far, having second thoughts about all of this. At least that was what I had innocently hoped, that she'd boot Wiley out for requesting such a thing and then finish the strip show for me alone.

"That's good Sarah Bear. You look amazing, but now the shirt. I've always wondered how big you were under there," Wiley said, licking his lips after. Sarah didn't even seem phased by Wiley making such a pervy comment, his voice causing her to look up slightly and shake her from whatever hesitation she had. She didn't even glance in my direction as she muttered something about it being the right thing to do, and began grabbing the hem of her blouse and tugging it over her head, balling it up hastily in her hands. She let out a short breath after, now standing just as Wiley had requested, in her bra and panties. Her left hand was clenching down hard on her shirt as I could see her chest heaving, her breasts slightly spilling over the tops of her dark red bra as it was just a bit too small for her. It made her already large chest look even more massive, and for what felt like an eternity it left me and Wiley both without words.

Fuck. She actually did it. I felt my cock twinge in desire as I looked at Sarah, loving every inch of her just as deeply as I despised every bit of Wiley. No matter how it happened it was impossible to deny just how good she looked, even if Wiley's heavy breathing and his whiny voice ruined any chance of me enjoying this, even for a brief second.

"Sarah Bear. God. You're breathtaking."

"T-t-thanks Wiley," Sarah said, and the few seconds of silence after stretched on and on. Sarah straightened up slightly, seemingly growing more at ease with her new state of undress, shaking a bit of hair from her face. Her cheeks were red and her chest was still heaving slightly, her breathing quicker than usual and her nipples poking through her bra just a bit, she must be cold being so exposed like this. Then Wiley decided to, as he always did, push for more and continue on.

"Okay Liam, clearly that was a phenomenal first step, but any idea what we should try next?" Wiley asked. I looked at the fat blob sitting on my couch, more stunned than angry at this point. He gets Sarah to do something like THIS and within a minute the greedy perverted fuck is wanting more!?

"Well I'd REAAALY hate it if you left our house and never came back, how about that?" I said, fighting to keep my voice low and seething at what was happening, but feeling oddly powerless.

"Nice try Liam, but we all know that's just a cruel little lie," Wiley said, the fat pervert grinning from ear to ear. He looked over at Sarah briefly, his eyes locking onto her

"And since you lied, I suppose we will just have to think up something you really don't want to have happen. Something you'd absolutely hate..."