Stripping

“Now it’s time for clothes to start coming off,” Phoebe says.

Two rounds, two shots. Our bodies are heating up. We’ll be perfectly fine with less clothing. I’m so excited for the bottle to land on my friends’ wives. It’s been too long since I’ve seen a naked woman besides my wife.

Monica gets Joey. She walks over and strips his shirt off his head revealing his hairy soft torso.

“Why are you wearing a sweater under your shirt?” Ross calls. He’s finally started to loosen up. Nobody said anything negative after his kiss. This is a safe place.

Joey rubs his big hairy belly and growls, “It’s so I can last the winter while I hibernate.”

Phoebe’s spin points at Ross, and she greedily steals his shirt. His toned torso ripples in the firelight. The sculpted chest. The six pack. The prominent V muscle disappearing into his pants.

Monica whines, “Looking at your body makes me feel so fat. You look incredible. I’m so jealous.”

Joey’s bottle points at Ross. “Give me those pants buddy. Don’t make me rip them off you.”

Ross undoes his button and zipper but makes Joey pull them off his legs. He’s starting to have fun with this. He stands confident in his muscular body in very snug brief underwear. The bulge is distractingly obvious.

Phoebe gasps, “Jesus, Ross, I can tell you’re circumcised from here.”

He doesn’t sit and takes a gulp from the body standing up. He spins. The bottle points right back at him.

“Might as well see the whole thing,” Monica cheers. “You obviously have nothing to be ashamed of.”

He turns around and takes off his briefs showing off bare toned ass. The ladies cheer. He turns around and his dick is swinging. It hangs long and pale beneath a patch of perfectly trimmed ginger pubic hair. He loves the attention and smirks, sitting down, legs spread wide, all eyes on him.

Rachel drinks and spins. It points to Joey. He smiles and stands, “I’ll let you undo the buttons and zipper.”

“Thanks,” Rachel says and walks around the circle. Looking up into Joey face the entire time, she expertly undoes his pants and pulls them down. She leaves them gathered around his ankles and walks away.

Joey is a big fat hairy man wearing boxers. When he sits down, he says, “I apologize if my balls fall out. I know it’s not a pretty sight.”

My turn. So far both my friends have been stripped and the ladies haven’t taken off a thing. Not what I was hoping for. I take a big gulp. Close my eyes and spin.

It points at Phoebe. Thank god.

She grins at me. “Top or bottoms? I know you have a thing for my ass.”

“I don’t want you to be Winnie-the-Poo,” I say. “I’ll take off your top.”

She lifts her arms in the air. I grab the bottom of her compression exercise top and lift it over her head.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Her tits are exposed to the group. Full and perky on her petite frame. Small chocolate nipples pierced with silver bars. Her tits are much bigger than I expected.

“I like your tattoo,” Monica says.

“I like your nipple piercings,” Rachel says.

Phoebe says, “You ladies are too kind. The men are too stunned to say anything.”

“Sorry hun. I’m too worried that the snake in Ross’s lap is going to slither over and bite me,” Joey jokes.

We’re feeling the ****. We’re feeling frisky. I’m ready for more.