Stephanie loses her top.

When faced with such a decision, what could I do? I picked the girl I had seen the least of in high school, my first.

"Stephanie, my top for yours."

The blonde stood and turned toward Talia. "Are you sure that you're okay with your husband looking at another woman? I mean," she glanced at Rachel's bare body. "Is this okay?"

"Honey, I want to see you more than he does. I've fantasized about you girls at least once a week since high school. Sometimes with Ian, sometimes without. And besides... it's his birthday."

"Wait, what?" Corrine broke in. "You... fantasize about us? Like, how? What do you... do?"

Talia hummed. "Sometimes, I just pick one of you, and imagine you touching me all over, or imagine what you would taste like. I used to when we were in school, too."

"Really?" Elizabeth breathed.

"Sometimes, when Ian and I are having sex, we'll pretend that one of you is watching us, or in the bed with us. Sometimes, I ask Ian to use one of your names."

I was beet red by this point. This was getting a little too personal. I became hyperaware of the girls' body language. Amy shifted uncomfortably on the couch, while Corrine leaned in, hanging on every word. Elizabeth was twirling a strand of hair, and my wife was rubbing her knees together. Rachel was idly running a few fingers along her chest.

Stephanie stepped in front of me: her tan, toned legs covered by the white, leather miniskirt, her breasts swaying under the tight fabric of her sweater. She reached to the hem and peeled it off over her head. Large, firm, full, breasts dropped free, topped with the pink nipples I remembered from fantasy.

Instinctively, I started to reach up, but stopped myself. Instead, I pulled my undershirt off and stood up to meet Stephanie. She put her hands on my chest, but didn't move.

"Fuck, dude!"

"Hot!"

"Good work!"

Stephanie paused a minute, then went to sit down.

"OK, Ian," Talia asked, "what will it take to get you naked?"