John followed me and drew a card. It instructed him to choose two people. They would have to take off one piece of clothing worn by the other person. He chose Carey and me. After what I just disclosed I could do this. No problem.

Carey and I stood in the center of the room. "You first," I said.

She chose my shirt and began to unbutton it. Smiling, she then pushed the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. I let it fall to the floor and stood there in my bra; I felt for sure they could see my heart pounding beneath my chest. "Very cute," she said.

I put my hands on her hips and slowly slid her shirt up her sides and over her breasts. She helped me as I lifted it over her head and arms and off. I was careful not to snag her glasses. Her ample breasts were held in place by a black lace bra. I realized that I wanted to kiss her right then and there, to feel her soft lips on mine, but we quickly returned to our seats to the applause of the rest of the group.

I wasn't self-conscious at all. I sat with my hands under my thighs completely at ease. At least that's what I tried to project. I hoped my cleavage would distract the others from the pudge at the top of my skirt. Oh well, I thought.

Olivia drew a card. It gave her the option of either removing one article of clothing of her own or removing two pieces of clothing of her own and choosing two other people to remove one piece of theirs. "Let's get this party moving," she said with an evil grin, "Chris and John, you're in this with me." The guys laughed good-naturedly.

Olivia stood and quickly pulled her tee-shirt up over her head. She then unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her long, thin legs. She smiled as she sat back down, knowing everyone was ogling her. As I had expected, she had a fantastic body underneath those clothes; I was envious.

John and Chris both stood. John unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off. Chris did the same.

They both sat back down in their undershorts, bulges protruding from both. I reached over and patted Chris' thigh, softly brushed his shaft through the thin material. He smiled at me.

Olivia did the same to John and announced, "Someone is a little excited." We all giggled and laughed.

"I never thought my wife would be so into stripping in front of other people," John kidded.

Sam picked up the next card. "Remove an article of clothing of one of the people sitting next to you and kiss whatever is underneath for thirty seconds," he read. He looked over at his wife. "Okay sweetie, you know what I like."

Carey smiled in response. "Oh, I know." She sat up and Sam reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Carey threw it aside letting her large breasts free from their constraint. As we counted, Sam leaned over and took his wife's right breast in his hand and lowered his lips to her nipple. His tongue circled the large areola. Carey's eyes closed as she gave into the pleasure and sucked in her breath as Sam's lips closed on her dark nipple. I squirmed in my seat as I watched Carey enjoying Sam's attention.

"Oh, she's liking that," Olivia commented.

As we neared fifteen, Sam switched breasts and greedily sucked on his wife's left nipple. He must have nibbled with his teeth, because Carey winced before a look of pleasure spread over her face once more. Carey shivered with pleasure and opened her eyes as we reached thirty.

Carey's card instructed her to choose someone in the room with whom to make out for thirty seconds. To my private glee, she immediately shouted "Erica!"

She stood and instructed me to stay right where I was. My mouth went dry and I quickly licked my lips so they'd be a little moist. I'd been anticipating this all evening and now it was happening. I hadn't kissed a woman since college, and now Carey stood in front of me. She spread her legs, climbed on the couch and straddled my lap. She pulled her auburn hair back from her face, leaned down towards me and pressed her lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around her lower back, feeling her smooth skin against my hands, and opened my mouth to her. I was so ready for this. Our tongues intertwined and toyed with each other, hers reaching back into my throat and then withdrawing to allow mine to explore her mouth. I felt the soft flesh of her breasts on my upper chest as we kissed.

It went entirely too quickly, and as the group reached thirty Carey pulled away, looking longingly into my eyes. "I'm sorry that had to end," she smiled. The group hooted and clapped in approval. I exhaled and breathed deeply; my face was flushed once again. I took a sip of my gin and tonic and relished my first girl-kiss in over nine years.

My husband's turn came, and he drew a card. It told him to remove one piece of clothing from someone sitting next to him in the circle. He looked over at me. "I know you're just dying to get that skirt off, sweetie."

If it meant one step closer to having my desire fulfilled, I certainly was. I stood up and Chris unzipped my skirt and pulled it slowly down my thighs. I stepped out of it, revealing to the group my blue undies. I was a little self-conscious, but as the guys whistled and the girls signaled their approval, I felt better.

As I sat down, I thought about why Chris had chosen me over Carey. I leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. "You know, you could have chosen Carey. I wouldn't have minded one bit. I might even have liked it. We're here to enjoy ourselves. Don't be bashful." We exchanged knowing smiles and cuddled close, his hand on my bare thigh, squeezing slightly. I pressed my thighs together, my desire growing.

"Okay Erica, your turn," said Carey.

I picked a card and read aloud, "Choose two people of the opposite sex. If they haven't stripped down to their underwear yet, have them do so. The woman must give the man a lap dance for three minutes." I thought about it for a quick second and chose Carey and Sam.

They stood, unbuttoned their jeans and pushed them down their legs eagerly. I would have been incredibly apprehensive about performing a lap dance in front of my news friends, but Carey was as adroit as someone who did this for a living. Sam sat back down on the couch and Carey stood in front of him, gently swaying her hips along with imaginary music. I felt the grip of Chris' hand on my thigh tighten a little in anticipation.

Carey grinned enticingly down at her husband and ran her hands up her stomach to her breasts and squeezed them, tugging on the nipples playfully. She then lowered herself onto the couch straddling Sam's thighs with her legs. She leaned over him and rubbed her nipples against his face and then, clutching her breasts, slid his face between them. She ran her hands through her brown hair, letting it fall seductively slightly askew over her face and shoulders. She swayed her hips over his groin, her thong underwear exposing her plump, bare bum to the room. Lowering her mound to the bulge that protruded from her husband's undershorts she then ran her hands over his bare chest.

She licked her lips as she pressed herself against her husband. Sam let out a soft moan. "Mmmm, sweetie," he mumbled.

Carey continued to swivel and rub her hips against Sam's groin area and brush his face with her full breasts. It was then I felt Chris' finger press against my labia through the material of my panties. It sent a spark through my body and I took my eyes off the performance to give a glance Chris' way. He was completely engrossed with watching Carey and Sam. I clenched my thighs around his hand and tried to press my mound closer to it. I didn't realize how aroused I was. I looked over at John and Olivia again. She was literally on the edge of her seat, her mouth slightly parted, a smile on her face. He sat erect, his hand between his legs. It looked like he was putting some pressure on his own bulge.

I turned my attention back to Carey as she rubbed her mound a little more vigorously against her husband. She moaned along with him as her lap dance turned into mutual pleasure. Her eyes closed, she was obviously lost in the moment. Sam's eyes were wide open taking in the sight of his wife grinding her body against his on their living room couch in front of two other couples. She slowed a little, opened her eyes, smiled, and looked down at Sam. "How was that sweetie?" she asked huskily.

"Mmmm, wonderful," he responded. Carey slid off Sam and sat back down next to him on the couch. Both their faces were flushed as they looked back at us.

"Okay, so whose turn is it now?" asked Carey breathlessly, "I got a little distracted."

"Uh, I guess it's mine," said John as he moved his hand from his groin to the deck of cards.

I felt Chris' hand relax on my thigh and looked over at him. He looked at me. "You enjoying yourself?" he asked quietly. I nodded in assent, my eyes surely giving away my desire. I put my hand on his thigh and touched his shaft through his undershorts. It was rock hard.

John read from his card. "Choose someone to remove an article of clothing of yours and then remove an article of their clothing. The two of you must caress whatever is underneath for thirty seconds." John looked around the room and his eyes settled on me. "Erica, care to join me?"

I accepted and we stood in the center of the group. All eyes were on us as John reached around my back and fumbled with my bra clasp.

"First time?" I joked. He finally got it and my bra fell to the floor, my breasts exposed. I touched the tip of my tongue to my lips, knelt down in front of John and grasping the waist line of his shorts slowly pulled them down his legs. His hard cock sprung free, standing out straight in front of me at eye level.

It was larger than I had imagined. I wondered about what it would feel like in me and I felt a twinge between my legs. I could smell my arousal. I wondered if John could.

I grasped his shaft in my hands as the group began to count. I softly ran my fingers over the taut head and down the hard length of it.