[jacksonhole]

Love the story Gnome.

My wife is also competitive and will do things to win a game that she wouldn't do under other circumstances. And I too have figured out how to bring it out by staging things just so.

About ten years ago we were in St Louis for Mardis Gras with her sister, her brother and his wife. Normally she is extremely conservative around her family, I could never get her to even innocently show some skin to her brother for example. But the night before, we were all hanging out drinking and I asked the girls if they were ready for the next day, telling them that girls would be flashing boobs all around us. Everyone would be doing it, and you will really look like a wimp if you aren't wearing a lot of beads by the time it gets dark.

My wife proudly stated that she wasn't a wimp and she would do it if everyone else was, but that she doubted that people would really do it during the day. That made the other girls start saying that they weren't wimps either, but they also doubted it would be crazy in St Louis like it was on Bourbon St.

I slowly got them to the point where they were guaranteeing they weren't going to wimp out, and eventually they said that they would earn at least as many beads as anyone else there. By making it about the number of beads they collected, I was making it into a competition that could be "won" if you had the most beads.

Then I said that I was pretty sure they would wimp out when the time came. I said that I didn't even believe they would flash me here in the privacy of their brother/husband's basement. My wife immediately stood up and pulled her shirt up around her chin and held it for 5-6 seconds. I jumped up and high-fived her and said, "we have a winner!" I know we will have at least some beads when we come home tomorrow night.

Her sister and sister-in-law jumped off the couch and both pulled up their shirts and held it even for a little bit longer. I had just gotten three really cute women to show their tits for an extended time just by talking.

I high-fived them as well and said that it looks like we don't have any wimps in our group and we are going to get many many beads tomorrow. But I wonder who can get the most beads....

Up to this point I had no idea whether I was going to get punched in the arm, slapped in the face or just some mad looks for even suggesting things that led to my wife and sisters flashing. This was uncharted territory. But when I said I would give $100 to whoever brought home the most beads, they went crazy.

The SIL whose house we were staying at ran up stairs and brought down an armful of t-shirts and was trying them on to get our opinion on which would be best for flashing. The sister, who was smaller chested than the other two, was debating between the lifting the shirt move, and the pulling down the top move because she could make them look bigger by pushing them up with her hands.

My wife has the largest boobs of the group and she joined her SIL in trying on different shirts to see which ones were the easiest to lift and then quickly tuck things away. They still thought they would get in trouble with the cops if they were caught.

So now I'm walking around the basement with a decent buzz on while three really attractive women were trying on different shirts, practicing flashing, and asking my opinion on what looks best and what will earn the most beads.

At one point the smaller boob sister asked me if she would earn more beads if she flashed something else. Without waiting for my response, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down revealing her bush to me. I said that she could definitely earn beads that way, and then she grabbed her pubes and said that she would probably have to do some trimming. My wife noticed this discussion and said that Mardis Gras was boobs not bush so put that away, and her sister quickly buttoned back up.

No more bush was seen that weekend. It can happen that fast. You have to be really careful when playing this game. It can turn on a dime.

But my luck was still holding and the girls continued to practice flashing or be topless while changing shirts for at least an hour until we went to bed. And the next day it got even better. They competed for beads from the first moments we arrived at Souilard at around noon. For hours they were the ones that were leading other girls to flash instead of the other way around. And by the end of the day, I had witnessed these girls running down the street to chase down someone who had a lot of beads.

They each had over a hundred sets of beads when we got back to the house and they each made a pile on the pool table and we counted them out. In my final dare of the weekend, I said that the girls should be topless while we counted and then the winner gets the hundred dollars, but has to stay topless while everyone else was dressed for 10 minutes. I'm not even sure why I did it, I had seen their boobs all day long, but it seemed funny and to my surprise nobody even questioned my suggestion.

We took our time counting the beads, and the girls seemed to enjoy being topless the whole time. Everyone was clearly buzzed with alcohol and hormones. In the end my wife won by about 5 beads and she proudly strutted around bragging about how her boobs had won the gold medal.

If I bring up this memory today, she will say she flashed a few times, "when in Rome" but that was all. I told her my recollection and she said, yeah I guess that might have happened, but that's not me. But if you can find a way to make it a competition, watch out.