Yes: Elizabeth wants to show him off to the others

I took my eyes off Stephanie’s rack long enough to give Elizabeth an appreciative smile, and in a flash she reached up under her hemline and pulled down her slip.

“Honey?” I asked.

She pulled down her underwear and tossed it on the table.

“Two more!” she exclaimed, triumphantly.

Two? All eyes in the room swung over to me.

Oh. Two.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked her.

Elizabeth nodded, her fingers already unbuttoning my slacks. She slowly dropped to her knees, sliding my pants down my legs as she went. I took a look around the room, feeling my pulse quicken as the other women all leaned in for a closer look.

With my pants around my ankles, there was little I could do to disguise my obvious, prominent erection—which had started throbbing with desire after Stephanie took her top off.

Elizabeth shocked us all by grabbing my shaft through my shorts and giving it a quick, firm squeeze.

“Holy shit!” I moaned, much to her amusement.

Then came the coup-de-grace: Elizabeth teasingly took hold of my boxers and pulled them down a few centimeters, ready to reveal her husband’s erection to all her oldest friends.

The other women shifted, suddenly tense. Talia chewed her lower lip, unconsciously tugging at the fabric of her blouse.