This was playoff season. Kara asked me if I wanted to come over the next Saturday night and watch the game. I thought about the last time. My pussy tingled. I said yes.
Saturday morning Kara texted me.
“Still coming tonight?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll never guess what happened last night,” she texted
“What?”
“Mom and I are sitting in the kitchen reviewing snacks for tonight’s game. We were just chatting when out of the blue she asks, ‘If it’s a game and we’re serving, should we all wear something special? You know, give the guys a treat.’
“I was stunned. ‘Like what?’ I asked.
“‘Team jerseys as dresses?’ she suggested.
“I was stunned. I told her that sounded cool. She offered to go buy them. So I guess we have uniforms for tonight.”
“OK,” I said. “I’ll grab some short running shorts to wear under it.
“Kinda what I figured too,” she replied.
“OK, see you tonight.”
I finished up for the day, ran home, showered and changed. I pulled on a tight short pair of running shorts, nothing underneath, and a top. I headed to Kara’s.
Mr. H was sitting in the living room looking nervous. He looked at his wife, then me and said ,”Hi Lisa.”
Mrs. H said hi and told me Kara was upstairs. I asked if I could help in the kitchen. Mrs. H said she was all caught up.
Ricky heard me come in, came running downstairs and gave me a huge hug. Mrs. H raised an eyebrow and said, “Hugs? That’s new.”
I answered that he was kinda cute so who could resist. She laughed and agreed he was kinda cute.
“Awe mom,” said Ricky and ran back upstairs.
I headed to Kara’s room. Mrs. H said she’d be right up. When I saw Kara she was in just a robe. She looked at my shorts and said, “that looks good, I’ll go with that.”
We hung out and waited for Mrs. H. Soon she came upstairs. She had a bag from the sports shop with her. It had 2 jerseys in it.
She looked at me and said, “I’m glad you decided to come. Everyone enjoyed the last game here so much he invited 4 other people.”
I thought back. Including Kara’s dad that’s 7 guys. 8 with Ricky. The guys must have talked at work. I doubt anyone believed them but they must’ve wanted to see for themselves. I thought it was funny since Mrs. H was around, it was probably just going to be a game.
She reached in the bag and handed us each a team jersey. When she left we tried them on. She’d obviously paid attention to size. Both just, and I mean barely, covered our asses when we stood up. We were both wearing shorts so no big deal. The tops were v neck and loose. Neither of us was wearing a bra. If we bent forward you could easily see our tits.
Mrs. H came back to get us. She needed help in the kitchen. She just opened the door and called us. Then she looked at us and came in the room. We just stared wide mouthed. Mrs H’s shirt covered her no more than ours covered us and it seemed she wasn’t wearing shorts with it. Just a lot of leg.
“Those aren’t meant to be worn with shorts,” she said.
I protested. I have no idea why. I loved the idea of taking the shorts off. I just thought I should protest.
“Ummm… Mrs. H… I’m not wearing panties ” I mumbled.
Mrs. H laughed. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it to her waist. She was naked from the waist down.
“Neither am I,” she said.
We both looked shocked. She laughed and then started to explain. She was cleaning up and found a pair of panties stuck in the couch cushion. She knew they weren’t gets and they didn’t look like they’d fit Kara.
It seems they installed video surveillance last year. She went back to look at the tape for the weekend and she saw us in the living room during the game. She watched us teasing the guys and thought it looked like a lot of fun, but she needed backup.
We both laughed and told her we’d back her up. After she left we both asked each other the same question. Does that mean she saw what happened after?
We stripped off our shorts and went downstairs. I admit the 3 of us looked hot. Hometown honey hot. All American girls ready to support their team.
The guys started coming in. The 4 new guys were starting to believe what they’d heard. At least the part about us being hot. We were introduced. I actually paid no attention. I didn’t need to know their names.
Us girls started serving drinks. That involve a lot of bending over, the guys behind us saw a bit of ass. The guys in front of us looking down our jerseys. It was fun. The guests, even the old ones who had already seen us show off, could not believe what they were seeing. Mr. H just sat there with a proud look on his face.
By this time every guy in the room had figured out we weren’t wearing underwear. We were finished serving. We asked if anyone needed anything else. They said no. Mrs. H said, “Let’s go watch the game.”
We went in the living room. Mrs. H took the spot Kara had before on the arm of Mr. H’s chair. Her top slid up and exposed a little side of her ass. She leaned into him to give us a better look.
Kara and I looked around. There was nowhere to sit. There was a couch and 2 folding chairs. All taken. There were four guys on the couch. Mrs. H suggested the guys wouldn’t mind if we sat on their laps.
The guys pretty much tried to kill themselves assuring us it was OK for us to sit on their laps. We laughed and said OK. We positioned ourselves sitting on the laps of the guys on either end. We swung our legs up on the laps of the other guys. As we did our shirts pulled up. I’m sure the guys at the opposite ends of the couch could see our pussies and the guys we were leaning on could look right down our tops. I was pretty sure the guys in the chairs could see our pussies too. The whole scene was making me wet. I was almost sure I would leave a wet spot on the guys pants if I got up.
Mr. H was doing the same thing he did to Kara to Mrs. H. He was playing with the hem of her shirt slowly pulling it up. All of a sudden, Mrs. H looked at his hand, then at him and said, “Are you trying to show off my ass?”
All eyes turned to her. Mr. H didn’t say a thing. Mrs. H went on. “If you want to show off my ass there’s an easier way.”
She climbed off the chair, pulled her shirt to her waist. Did a slow turn. Then ass towards the rest of us said to Mr. H, “Happy?”
He didn’t reply right away. “What is it?” she said. “You want them to see me naked? Do you want your wife naked in front of your friends?”
Before he can answer she asks the other guys. “Is that it? You want to see me naked?”
The all kind of looked elsewhere and mumbled.
Finally she said, “OK, if any of you want to see me naked, you’re going to have to undress me.”
No one moved. One guy finally stood up. She held her arms up to make it easier. He pulled the top off her. She turned to face her husband.
“Is this what you wanted?”
When she turned she had her back to the guy who pulled her shirt off. He ran his hand across her ass and cupped it. She didn’t move. In fact she stuck her ass out a bit and widened her stance.
She looked at Mr. H. “Your friend here is groping my ass. His hands seem awfully near my pussy. I’m not stopping him if you’re not.”
The guy slid his hands between her legs. She moaned.
“You like this dear? You like knowing your friends fingers are in my pussy? I don’t even think you know this guy that well. Do you?”
She looked at the guy. “How do you know my husband?”