Before I could say anything in protest, several arms ushered me out by pushing me through the door, locking it with a slam as the laughter behind it was quickly muffled. Bemused, I got over to the bed to await the inevitable, twitching in anticipation all the while. The thirty minutes that followed stretched into forever with nothing to amuse myself, and paradise but a locked door away.
But when the door finally clicked and swung open, allowing the girls to sashay out in their glory, it was well worth the wait.
Corrine was first to emerge, and it turned out that she had gone with the silk nightie. The open crevice of the neckline moved along with her in a mesmerizing fashion, looking ready to tear wide open from the sheer force of her jiggling front. Paired with a translucent thong, it looked like she was wearing a faint layer of glitter.
Amy spun out next, guided by her graceful ballet poise, having opted for her sleek, silvery swimsuit from way back when. The years had been kind to both my wife and the suit, with the material now stretched around her magnificent physique to the point that a razor-sharp boundary separated her nipples from being exposed, along with the entire side curve of her ribs and abdomen.
Elizabeth chose the outfit I first remembered her for, the Victoria's Angel number that made her appear to walk on air. As if to mimic Amy she did her best to manage a pirouette of her own, showing off the extra addition she had picked: a set of bangles around her neck and wrists, linked together by thin, exotic satin veils.
Stephanie was the next to march out, sending my heart into a powerful pound as I recognized her outfit - the nursing outfit she surprised me in the hospital with, only this time it hugged her va-va-voom figure even tighter than ever. Her arms crossed in front of her chest to hold an imaginary clipboard, as she leaned over to give me an eyeful of unbuttoned cleavage.
Talia ended the fashion show with a costume of her own design flair, apparently not able to decide. A red silk camisole that was at least ten sizes too small danced above her chest, revealing much of the underside of her boobs. This was combined with a matching set of lacy underwear, garters pulling stockings up her gorgeous legs, except that she had intentionally left out the thong part. Hissing, she glided a finger up the line of her genitals and blew in my ear.
I tried to say something, but every speech and muscular aspect of my brain had decided to shut down.
"So... You like?" teased Stephanie, as the girls swooped by my sides. My jaw dropped, but could manage no discernible response.
"I'm sorry, Ian's brain can't come to the phone right now," Talia played the part of an operator in complete deadpan. "Please leave a message after the rock-hard dick."
In spite of everything, Talia's outrageousness got me going. I doubled over in laughter, and in half a second the ladies were leaning against me in a mess of giggles.
"I can't remember the last time I had this much fun," Elizabeth gasped, half out of breath.
"You do, we just had it an hour ago," smirked Corrine.
"And there's no stopping us now." Grinning, my wife crawled over to plant a kiss on my cheek. "I'm sure our birthday boy has some more fantasy ideas he'd like to fulfill with us."
Catching my breath and getting the stitch out of my side, I exchanged a glance with Amy as she looked meaningfully at me.
"...I-I really couldn't," I found myself saying.
"Aw c'mon, Ian!" Flanking my other side, Talia nudged me by the other cheek, which had begun to blush fiercely.
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