Stephanie's panties.

"Well... I guess it's not actually showing anything. I don't want to be totally exposed like Elizabeth."

As discreetly as she could, Stephanie reached up her retro miniskirt with both hands, and pulled her panties down to her knees. She stood to step out of them, and kept the fabric balled tightly in her fist. Her averted eyes spoke of nervousness.

Talia whispered something in Elizabeth's ear. Suddenly, the half-naked beauty got up and crossed the room. Without looking at me, she gestured for me to stand. Once I did, Elizabeth started unfastening my belt.

I kept eye contact with my smiling wife. She had both arms outstretched behind the heads of the three other girls on the couch. On her right sat Stephanie and nearly naked Amy, and Corrine pressed in on her left. It occurred to me that my wife was totally in her element, pushing all our limits.

Her nipples were poking through the red of her blouse, and as I watched, she spread her legs just wide enough for me to see up her skirt to her exposed flesh. She wasn't wearing underwear at all! Had she planned this?

Elizabeth pulled my pants down to the floor, which immediately revealed my arousal. To my surprise, she didn't move away immediately, but hovered for a moment, her face inches from my cock. Then she went back to the couch and pushed next to Corrine.

"Come on! We almost have him!" Amy cheered. "Does anyone have something small left?"

Stephanie answered, "We're in trouble. I don't have a bra on, and neither does Talia."

"Corrine, give him your panties and we'll finally get to see his stupid chest." Amy, still half-naked, got up and started wrestling with the blonde.

"Those aren't the rules," Rachel interjected, "Ian gets to choose who loses what." She leaned in close. "Let me take this one for the team. I've practically soaked through my panties anyway."