The show must go on!

The girls were still tipsy when we got back home -- luckily we had three bathrooms and a powder room so the fighting to pee was kept at a minimum -- and they were still teasing me after our run-in with the cop. My wife ordered me to sit on the bed while she and the girls scurried to the walk-in closet and bathroom to change into the other lingerie I had bought them.

The wait was worth it.

"Holy shit," I muttered as the girls came out one by one. I had seen the girls naked countless times but there is something about lingerie that enhances their perfect bodies and the taunting of what men desired beneath the lace, silk, and satin. The girls strutted past me -- sexily swaying their hips and bending over to give me a close look at their barely covered cleavages -- and walked away back to change into their next outfit.

The next set of lingerie was even more revealing, if that was even possible, and the girls lingered around me to torment me, giggling at the massive bulge in my pants. Elizabeth had mercy and unzipped me to free my erection from its tight confines.

"It looks like Ian enjoyed our little fashion show," my wife giggled.

The girls laughed.

Elizabeth reached behind her back to unlatch her bra and flung it at me. After I removed her bra from my face, I saw the other girls were also removing their tops.

"Does this mean the show is over?" I asked with a smirk as Elizabeth knelt between my legs.

She shot me with a mischievous grin.