One Click Chicks Forum - Ok, I'll pose if you really want me to ...

My wife and I went over to see a friend late one afternoon. It was a Saturday, and we had been drinking Margaritas and taking Tequila shots throughout the afternoon. Both of us were feeling pretty good when we arrived with a bottle of Tequila in hand at my buddy's. He came to the door and looked at us with his eyes going directly to my wife's boobs. I had gotten her to dump her bra, and she was wearing a thin, white jersey tank top with large armhole cutouts for some nice side-boob shots. The thin white jersey material also gave him a pretty good view of her hard tits. He invited us in, and we all started taking Tequila shots. After about an hour or so, he had all the boob and tit shots he could handle and asked, "If I cared if he took a few pics of her?" I nodded my approval, but said it was up to her. She replied that he could. He suggested that we go out to the front yard where we could have a little light, but when we got out there, the sun was already setting. He took a few shots and discovered that there was enough light to get some good shots. He then said that he would like for her to move a little to get some action shots. She began to move and shimmy with those boobies flashing from side to side. You could see that he was getting aroused, and his arousal didn't fail to get her attention too. She laughed a little and continued moving with a come here smile -- when suddenly she reached down to the base of her tank top, looked at him for a brief second and pulled that top right off leaving her bare boobs and tits fully exposed. I swear he started shaking with excitement. She seemed to be enjoying her effect on him as he exclaimed, "Wow!" and exhaled heavily while also attempting to take his pics. As she continued her dance, she grabbed some beads from our car and slapped those on and swung them back and forth over her bouncing jugs. It wasn't long, since we were near the street in front of his place, that a car pulled up with some guys, followed by another car that wedged into place alongside the first. Both had their light shining toward my topless dancing wife. She totally enjoyed the attention, and seemed to be energized by it. Eventually, I said, "You are going to have the neighbors calling the cops. We had better go in." The disappointed audience booed my concern, but as we went back into the house, everyone clapped their appreciation and hollered their approvals. As my wife collapsed on the sofa with me, my buddy supplied us each with another Margarita. Although my wife had picked up her top as she walked back in, she tossed it on the back of the sofa, and sat there the remainder of the evening topless with my buddy breathing hard and hoping for who knows what. It didn't happen for him. I guess he had to settle for a bar of soap. But after we left with a topless wife riding all the way home in that state, I didn't have any trouble supplying her needs that night. It was a great evening! I guess Tequila does really make her clothes fall off!