Originally Posted by jacksonhole
A few months ago three of my buddies were over at our house hanging out, having a bunch of beers and catching up on a Saturday afternoon. My wife had been out with a couple of her friends from the neighborhood and when she came home she joined us and made herself a rum and coke. She has always been considered “one of the guys” and my friends all like having her hang out with us because she can handle her booze, she’s funny, and she doesn’t get offended by dirty jokes or innuendo.
If it was Spring or Summer, we would have been hanging out on our deck, but since it was covered in snow we were in our basement playing pool. There were four guys including myself, so when my wife joined us in the basement she was just watching us play. After we finished the game, the guys offered to let my wife play the next game. My wife asked me if we were just playing regular pool or if there were penalties involved. The guys immediately wanted to know what kind of penalties she was talking about, and my wife blushed a little and said that when she and I play pool, there are penalties for scratching or hitting in the 8-ball, and the implication was pretty clear what the penalties were from her blushing.
The guys all thought it was a great idea to play with penalties, and I would have definitely gone along with it, but my wife was not in the mood for that with this particular group of friends. We had played pool with penalties once with a friend of ours and she ended up wearing only a tiny thong for an hour or so and we almost had our first threesome, but the guy chickened out and left before it got physical (although he certainly enjoyed looking at her body, especially when she would have to stretch for a shot).
I could tell that event was what was in her head when she brought up the question of penalties, but she looked me in the eye and made it clear that she was not going to do that today, not with this group. Of course she had nobody to blame but herself for introducing the concept of penalties, so she was mostly laughing along with the guys suggestions rather than being offended. It would come up again anytime somebody scratched, but just in a joking way. We decided that taking a big chug of your beer was the penalty for scratching.
We continued playing for a while, rotating who was watching, and the beers were going down the whole time and we were all pretty buzzed. My wife seemed to be playing more carefully than usual, and had not scratched in the couple games she had played so most of the penalty joking was directed at one of the guys. After a while, my wife even joined in when one of my friends scratched, and instead of chugging his beer he turned around and mooned all of us which caused a lot of laughing and demands for him to put his hairy ass away before we went blind.
A few minutes later my wife took a shot that missed and bounced off the rail and ended up sinking the 8-ball. The guys went wild shouting, “penalty” and my wife replied, “trust me guys, you don’t want to see my ass” which was quite a bit different than saying we weren’t playing with penalties or just taking a drink. I watched carefully to see where her head was at, and she was laughing and joking along as the guys kept saying she owed a penalty and she seemed to be enjoying the attention. I have seen this before in my wife, where she says she won’t do something and then a couple hours later she is leading the charge, so I waited to see what she did next.
The guys, led by my friend who had mooned us a few minutes earlier also seemed to sense that she wasn’t saying no, so they kept pushing and she kept insisting that they really didn’t want to see her ass. Then the guy who had mooned replied, “I don’t want to see your ass, I want to see your beautiful boobs!” That got everyone cheering again, and they started chanting, “show your tits” which made my wife blush like crazy. She wasn’t wearing anything sexy, in fact she had a red hoodie sweatshirt on and she tried to tell them that they wouldn’t want to see her tits either, but they weren’t buying it. One of them pointed out that we had all been together at a pool party last summer and they had seen her in a bathing suit and from what they could see, her tits were amazing. I could see she liked the compliments and was trying to remember what bathing suit she had worn that day - it was a one-piece suit that really showed her cleavage.
I could actually see the moment where she decided to do it, but it would be a couple more minutes of protesting to make sure she felt like a “good girl” who was just going along with the rules of the game which is always important for her. “Are you guys sure you really want to see my old-lady boobs?” she asked and received a round of cheers in response. She made them promise that they couldn’t tell any of our other friends, and they definitely couldn’t tell their wives or she would get in big trouble. They all promised and I quietly took my phone out of my pocket to see if I could capture a photo of what happened next.
She backed up a couple steps, shook her head and said, “I can’t believe I am doing this,” and then fiddled around under her hoodie so she could lift her sweatshirt and bra at the same time. Then she closed her eyes and lifted her sweatshirt and bra up to her chin. Since she had closed her eyes, she didn’t even realize that I had my phone out to capture a pic, but the best part was that this wasn’t a quick 2-second flash. She let her tits stay on display for at least 10 seconds and even swayed them side to side a little before lowering it. The guys went absolutely crazy and started saying that she had the best boobs they had ever seen and that she was crazy to think they were “old-lady boobs.” She blushed a bunch more and reminded them not to tell anyone and they all raised their hands and swore they wouldn’t.
We played a couple more games of pool, and a couple more guys ended up mooning including me, and she showed her tits two more times before everyone realized how late it had gotten and had to go back to their families. As far as I know, the guys never told anyone what happened, but they all contacted me and asked how the picture turned out and could they get a copy. I cropped her face out of the pic and shared it with them and they all promised to return the favor some day, but so far only one of them has. He got his wife to send me a photo of her tits on my birthday, which I thought was a very nice present indeed.
Here is the photo from that day...
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