Intimately so.

"Corrine, you've still got underwear on, right?" asked Talia.

"Yeah?"

"Well, take it off already! We've almost got him."

"All right, yeesh!" Biting her lip, Corrine turned about on her seat. All eyes were on her as she fumbled about, eventually producing a set of lace bikini panties which she flung over her shoulder. I stood up and - unable to stop myself - gave my pelvis a casual wave as I pulled my belt free off my slacks, Amy chuckling as the others watched in rapture.

"Almost there!" cheered Stephanie. "Go get him, Corrine!"

"Fine!" As her face turned another shade of pink from the attention directed at her, Corrine withdrew her arms into her dress. Out of her neckline emerged her mountainous matching bra, like a duo of whales breaching the sea spray. In retaliation she leered at me, tossing the object and making a perfect landing on my face. I hastily threw the lingerie away, hoping that everyone was laughing too much to notice the strain on my pants. "There! Now off with your shirt!" ordered Corrine, blushing and smiling while her nipples hardened under her gown.

I dutifully complied, though it wasn't much considering I still had an undershirt beneath.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," swore Stephanie. "What do you even need THAT on for?!"

I just shrugged. Amy simply leaned back on the couch, one hand over her eyes and wiping away tears of laughter. By the time she stopped, I suddenly noticed how silent the atmosphere had become, and after a quick glance, I arrived at the answer. My wife aside, all the women were one layer away from fully exposing their top or bottom. They looked at Amy, still recovering from her fit of giggles, and she merely smiled at them.

"Don't look at me!" pleaded Elizabeth. "I'm down to my freaking skivvies!"

"Corrine, how about it?" Stephanie asked. "One more for the team? It's not like Ian hasn't seen them before."

"You could say that about everyone here!" responded Corrine. "I seem to recall someone giving Ian a little surprise in his hospital bed. And you two had your fair share of romping with Ian, remember?"

"Yeah, but we don't show our tits to people as a career!" Talia whined, uncharacteristically crossing her legs. "It's not as big a deal as it is for us, right? Ian's probably sees them on a regular basis!"

"The big deal is that Ian's married! I'm not stripping down in front of him and his wife!" Corrine blushed even harder, then turned to Amy. "It wouldn't be appropriate, right?"

Amy simply looked back at Corrine, then at me, then at all her girlfriends - before exploding into another fit of laughter, slamming a palm against the armrest.

"Are you kidding me? Ian's a guy, Corrine. I'm not going to get mad just because he likes the idea of naked boobs," she choked between guffaws. "And it's not just any naked boobs either; it's you guys!"

"Oh? What's that supposed to mean?" Talia leaned in, her eyebrow raised. "Have you been thinking about our assets, Ian?"

I looked at my wife in a loss for words. I hadn't expected Amy to take things this far - but at the same time, I couldn't deny that I was wondering how much further she would take it.

"C'mon, like that's supposed to be a big surprise," Amy smirked. "You should see some of the clothes we ended up getting. Every now and then when we have sex, we even role-play that I'm one of you."

"What?!" Talia widened her eyes at the scandalous bit of news.

"Oh. My. God!" gasped Corrine, torn between gasping and laughing. "You two - he - you - actually - "

"I guess we - I'm - flattered?" whispered Stephanie. "You mean you've been thinking of us that way for all this time? Like we were all back in high school? Or like how we're gathered here tonight?"

"A bit of both?" I mumbled, hiding my face in my hands. "I mean, you all left a really big impression on me. It's not really something anyone could forget."

"Well... I don't really blame you, Ian." Scooching over, Elizabeth gave me a hug. "Honestly? I've had times when I think about you that way, too."

"Yeah?" I looked back at Elizabeth, smiling affectionately through her intense blush.

"Me too," admitted Corrine, running a hand through her hair.

"Mmhmm," nodded Stephanie, pressing her legs together.

"I named my favorite dildo 'Ian Junior'," Talia added, quite earnestly. This was followed by another loud snort, and the room burst into laughter again.