(Nearly) everything must go

I pulled myself back upright, after managing to massage away the stitch in my side, spotting Stephanie conferring with Elizabeth about something. Elizabeth simply blushed, covering her widening smile with her fingers while Stephanie downed the rest of her wine.

"Hell with it," she panted. "It's your birthday, after all."

Right before my eyes, Stephanie grabbed her turtleneck and peeled it off her chest, while Elizabeth reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra, letting the double covers fall off like a pair of large leaves in the fall.

I had to remind myself to breathe. The sight of Elizabeth and Stephanie's matching 34DDs in brilliant, naked glory brought back a flush of memories of our first time together - and all the times after that. Meeting glances with the two best friends, it was obvious from their blushing faces that we were all thinking the same thing.

"Your turn, birthday boy," they taunted playfully.

I stood up once more, trying to keep my hands from shaking too much as I tugged off my undershirt. Truth be told there wasn't much of a show - I'd lost most of my fat around the gut and there was some faint muscle definition, but certainly nothing that would win me any bodybuilding competitions. Still, the ladies all gave their approval in hoots and hollers, with Corrine wolf-whistling a couple times. Amy leaned in and gave me an appreciative cuddle, stroking her fingers against my hidden washboard.

"Damn, girl. You've been holding out on us," Talia grinned at Amy.

"It's not over yet," she smirked back.

Before I could say anything in response, Amy's hands reached down for my zipper. I grunted as I felt the metal handle go over my private contours, revealing the tent in my underwear through the opened fissure. All eyes were on us as Amy continued to show me off, cupping my balls through my slacks before going for the button holding them around my waist. Four jaws hit the floor as Amy shimmied the material down my lanky legs, weaving left and right like she was a pole dancer and I was her tool of the trade. Grazing her hand up my exposed thigh, Amy brought her face to mine, kissing me as she continued to caress my crotch.

"So. Hot," muttered Corrine, unable to manage anything other than monosyllabic words.

"Almost there!" Amy sang, tickling up and down my chest.

Then Talia stood up, flourishing her bare arms like a supermodel - before she grabbed the hem of her blouse and yanked it up her arms, whirling her top off her fingers and sending it flying into a corner. Cupping her breasts, she pursed her lips as she leaned at me and gave a loud, smacking kiss to the air. "Do it," she whispered at the two of us.

There was a unified hum from the girls as Amy grabbed my length through my boxers, in anticipation of what was to come. Stepping next to me, she hooked her thumbs around the elastic, slowly lowering my underwear down centimeter by painful centimeter. Our audience watched on, eyes and mouths wide open, captivated by the sight.

"Holy shit," I groaned, feeling the elastic start to go over the tip of my staff.

And then Amy dragged my boxers back up again.

"Hey! What's that all about?!" demanded Stephanie, followed by the others.

"Aw, give him a break, girls! Ian looks like he's about to fall over!" grinned Amy. "I think you've tormented my husband enough for one night, don't you?"

"The hell we have! We haven't seen you two properly in years, you tease the shit out of us, and we even had to bare our fucking tits! Our TITS, Amy!" Talia yelled back, bouncing her boobs in her hands to assert her point. "We gave you what you asked for! Now give us the dick!"

"You'll have to go through me, first!" Amy pouted, sticking out her tongue.

I glanced at my wife. I knew she was teasing, of course, but this was a bit much even for Amy - all our friends looked like they were going to snap. Elizabeth was teething her lower lip, Corrine looked immensely uncomfortable as she rubbed her thighs together, while Talia and Stephanie appeared as if their brains were going to overheat.