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This true story took place about 12 years ago when me, my wife and her sister went to St. Louis to visit their brother and his wife over the weekend that they hold the Mardis Gras celebration in the Soulard district. My wife and I were excited to be away from the kids and were planning to party like we were back in college.

We had three kids by this point, and my wife Mary was carrying a couple more pounds than she would like, but a lot of it was in her boobs, which looked awesome and were a full D-cup.

My wife's sister Amy was generally the straight one of the group ever since she was young, but when she got a few drinks in her would sometimes get a little crazy. She was slim and had smallish boobs, probably a small B-cup, and she commented on them all the time. She called them, "the girls"

My brother-in-law Matt is a decent guy, and his wife Sarah was the youngest of our group at maybe 25. She was very fun and outgoing, with a decent body, but a little heavy in the hips and ass.

As soon as we got to their house, we started drinking and playing pool in their basement. After a couple hours we all had a good buzz going and I started steering the conversation around to the next day and the Mardis Gras celebration. Did the girls understand what earning beads was all about, and what they would be seeing and doing tomorrow?

This was a long time ago, and while anyone who had been to Mardis Gras knew about “show us your tits” it was not yet universally understood that if you saw a girl with a bunch of beads around her neck that meant that she had shown her tits to tons of strangers. The girls seemed to regard it as a “wives tale” that there would be tons of girls flashing their boobs for beads.

I assured them that flashing was central to the Mardis Gras experience, and that earning tons of beads was part of it. As always, I was trying to steer things in a direction that leads to nudity!

Matt pulled me aside and said that this was no-win for him. He already knew what his wife’s boobs looked like, and he didn’t really want to see either of his sister’s tits. I reasoned with him that flashing is contagious and the best chance we had to see lots of other girls flashing was if the girls we were with were flashing too. He accepted my explanation and let me take lead.

After a few more drinks, I asked if the girls were going to get into the spirit and bring home some beads tomorrow. We were all pretty buzzed at this point and the girls replied that they would go with the flow, and if it were really true that everyone was flashing they would probably do it too.

They all claimed that they had never flashed before, so I decided to push my luck and said that if they were going to be flashing a bunch of strangers tomorrow, they should probably practice a bit tonight and get over the embarrassment of doing it. I held my breath for a moment knowing that there was a decent chance that I had crossed the perv line and was going to get punched in the arm by my wife. To my surprise, Sarah seemed to think that I had made a great point and said, “All right here goes nothing..” and she pulled her shirt up to her chin revealing a nice lace bra.

Her husband Matt immediately objected and told her that she wouldn’t get any beads for showing her bra. She argued that it still counted as flashing, but Matt and I insisted that was not the case.

“You have to do it like this,” my wife said and she pulled her shirt and bra up together revealing her large breasts to the room. And in an instant my weekend got a whole lot better.

Sarah put her drink down and lifted her shirt and this time her bra too revealing a beautiful pair of tits with very hard nipples. Her whole face lit up as she held her shirt up for a good 20 seconds.

“Or you could do it like this,” Amy said. She was wearing a tank top and she slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled her shirt down to reveal her smaller boobs.

For the next few minutes I was in voyeur heaven as the three women all practiced different ways of exposing their tits. They were all laughing as they experimented with different approaches to pulling their shirts up or down, and seemed to have lost any embarrassment at showing their naked breasts.

They weren’t posing together or doing side-by-side comparisons, but they were all definitely checking out each other’s boobs. And I was going out of my way to be very complimentary, telling them that they all looked fantastic and that they were going to earn a lot of beads tomorrow.

Matt was conflicted. He liked tits as much as any straight guy, and was clearly excited about Mardis Gras, but he was also uncomfortable seeing his sisters topless. I just hoped that he wouldn’t say something stupid and break the momentum that we had going for us.

After about ten minutes of them practicing flashing, Amy said that she didn’t think her small boobs were going to get any attention, especially compared to her sister’s much larger breasts. I assured her that guys like boobs in all shapes and sizes and that she would earn plenty of beads. She asked if anybody flashed anything other than boobs at Mardis Gras, and I asked her what she was thinking.

“Well I could do something like this,” she said and she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her panties down in front to reveal a full and unruly bush of pubic hair. She grabbed a handful of her pubes and said that she probably needed to trim the garden a bit.

This was too much for Matt, and he loudly protested that he didn’t want to see that, and Amy quickly buttoned her pants back up. I was bummed at his comment because the way things were going I think there is a good chance that we could have had all the girls flashing their pussies in no time, but I did understand how he felt. I have a couple sisters, and as much as I like to look at naked women, I don’t think I really want to see my sisters naked.

I decided it was time to turn my attention to the next day. As I have explained in other posts, my wife responds to challenges, dares and games and is very competitive. So I proposed a contest to see who could bring home the most beads. No rules, they could do whatever they wanted to get the beads as long as they “earned” them. I declared that the winner would get $200 and I took the cash out of my wallet and laid it on the pool table.

As I hoped, this got my wife’s competitive spirit going strong and she, Sarah and Amy all began joking about how they were going to spend the $200 when they won.