Corrine loses her bra.

Once Stephanie had sat back down, Corrine asked, "Okay, what's worth your shirt?"

"You have three things on, right?"

She nodded.

"You choose."

Corrine's face twisted in thought for a moment, then she whispered to Stephanie, and turned away. Stephanie unzipped Corrine's dress slightly, and undid the clasp on her bra. After some turtling and fumbling, she yanked her bra out of the front of her dress. She tossed the bra over to me, but Rachel grabbed it out of the air.

Her massive tits pressed against her dress, plainly showing her nipples through the fabric. Beside me, Rachel had her nose buried in the cups of Corrine's bra.

The blonde quipped, "Normally only guys are that creepy."

Rachel didn't hear her. "You smell so good."

"Thanks."

Talia was staring at me. "Honey, you forgot to strip."

"Crap." I unbuttoned my dress shirt and slipped it off. As soon as my undershirt was visible, Amy protested.

"Fuck! I forgot how many layers guys wear. We have got to get clever or he's gonna get our tits out before we even see his chest."

"I'm fine either way," my wife purred. "In fact, I think we should have that dress trade now. Elizabeth?"

The brunette buried her face behind her hair, but nodded.

Rachel grinned, turned her bare back toward me, and unfastened the clasp at the back of her neck. The black fabric fell away from her chest immediately. Her slim, pale breasts bounced slightly when she hopped to her feet to slip the dress down around her stocking-clad legs. "Your turn."

The shock of bare breasts froze us all for a beat. Everyone took an eyeful of Rachel's chest.

"This is so weird. Nobody look." Elizabeth stood slowly, and Stephanie stood with her. The brunette didn't make eye contact as her friend unzipped the golden gown from behind. With a little wiggling, the dress fell to the floor. Elizabeth's black bra barely contained her massive breasts, and she was wearing a surprisingly skimpy matching black thong. "It's no big deal."

She tried to squeeze back onto the couch, but Talia maneuvered to block her. With both hands, my wife gently guided the curvy, practically naked girl onto her lap.

"There, that's more comfortable, right?" She nodded in answer to her own question and winked at me.

Amy whined, "This is taking forever! Ian still has like... twenty things on and we've got a girl all the way down to her underwear. I've still got my pants, I guess.

"My stockings for your pants," Rachel deadpanned.

"Sonofabitch!" Amy shot up in a fury, unbuttoned her slacks and pushed them to the ground. She stood wearing her beige bra and cute green undies.

Rachel leered at Amy's toned, pale figure as she rolled the stockings off her legs. "Damn, Amy, you look great."

I couldn't help but stare, even with my wife in the room. I could hardly see Talia from behind Elizabeth, but we all heard the shout when my wife's hand slapped Amy's firm rear.

The redhead retaliated by swatting at Talia's head, forcing Elizabeth to topple briefly over onto Corrine and Stephanie.

With Elizabeth's head in her lap, Stephanie asked, "what'll it take to get your pants off?"