Competitive wives/girlfriends

[Londonguy]

Has anybody else ever benefitted from their other half being driven by competitive instincts to expose some flesh?

My wife is a fairly decent looking woman. I think she's stunning but if I'm being totally objective she's probably a 6-7 out of 10. Rarely the prettiest girl in the room but one that most guys would generally be happy to play around with. That said she has superb tits. 32c, firm and much perkier than they should be for their size.

Personality wise she's conservative, straight-laced and possibly a bit prudish if I'm totally honest. That picture of her should help to explain why what happened on a holiday in Tenerife last week was such a buzz.

During the course of the weeks holiday we progressed to 'good mornings' and limited small talk to another couple. They were from the neighbouring town to us in Essex so that was the ice-breaker. He was ok, a decent bloke and I thought she was ok too - very good looking, but a bit of a bimbo if I can use a term from the past. Harmless but a bit self-obsessed. They were about 5 years older than us (mid-forties) but they both dressed as if they were in their twenties. Anyway, my wife liked him too but thought his wife was a pain and I was under strict instructions not to get too chummy with them! The general routine was that they'd come and exchange pleasantries after breakfast and take a couple of sunbeds next to ours. After lunch we'd go for a wander on our own and sit outside beach bars where my wife would spend time slagging off the woman!

By about day 5 my wife had had enough of the other woman's talk of expensive nights out, her new Range Rover evoque and designer handbags. She'd resorted to referring to her as 'pneumatic norma' because she was certain her boobs had been done. I wasn't sure. She kept her top on the whole time (as, alas, the vast majority do these days) but they we're certainly big and firm! It was getting a bit awkward because although my wife was making it clear that she wasn't interested in chatting and was, I thought, being actually quite rude the other woman was oblivious and was being her usual over-bearing self.

The day before we left we'd had breakfast and sat beside the pool in our usual spot. My wife was sitting there in shorts and t shirt - her usual attire for breakfast with her bikini underneath. Nothing was out of the ordinary except that she hadn't yet taken off her outer layer to begin sunbathing. I thought nothing of it at the time.

Ten minutes later, our 'friends' turned up and we had our usual small talk. It wasn't long before pneumatic Norma was talking about herself and the cocktails they'd obviously spent a fortune on the previous night at the hotel bar. At this point, whilst we were talking my wife stood up and took her shorts off. No big drama. Except she then took off her top and underneath she didn't have her bikini on. Tits out on show, nonchalant as you like. Cool as anything she walks round the sunbed and dips into her bag for her bikini top and starts putting it on.

To say it was a show stopper was an understatement. later on she admitted she'd done it 'show norma and her fella what a real pair of boobs look like'.

She'd obviously been stewing for days and decided to upstage the seemingly more glamorous woman. It was quite out of character, she'd never even been topless on a beach before. What a day!

Any similar stories?

[Gnome72141]

I think I told this story, but long ago, my wife went out for Mardi Gras. She can be pretty liberated around me and friends we have gotten to know together, but around her own friends (ones she knew before me) and her family, she tries to display the conservative, prudish personality. It's almost as though she can be two different people.

Anyway, while she was with her circle of friends, they all started flashing for beads. My wife said she would never do that, but the second night, she decided that she could get more than her friends, so she started flashing. But keeping her top up longer than her friends dared.

She still kind of hates herself for that because there were guy friends in the group who she still sees, but she wasn't going to let the other ladies show her up.

She has a few moments like this with her sister, but only from heresy as I wasn't there for any of them, sadly.

[Handiwerker]

A friend of mine told me that on many occasions if she was involved in same room sex with another couple ( usually parties and holidays) that the competitiveness really came out between girls....noisier, more wriggling , naughtier talking and such.
The whole idea was that the other boy would think her to be better at sex etc and more desireable.
So it does happen

[nudony]

That's how my ex became a nudist.

When we started venturing into nudist circles, she was quite the reluctant wife. She usually stayed covered up around other people. I just accepted it; reluctantly.
Then one day, she met a woman, A., at a nudist get-together. A. was quite the attractive older nudist woman; and she went completely naked. My wife and her hit it off and became friends. But she still wouldn't take off her sarong; although she did seem to be wrestling with it around A.

We subsequently decided to meet up at a nudist resort. My wife put on her sarong as usual when we got there. Some time passed and I saw A. and her boyfriend arriving by the pool area, dressed. I mentioned to my wife that they had arrived; and before I knew it she tossed her sarong and jumped up, completely naked, to greet them! I was surprised at her sudden exuberance; but I was happy she finally got naked so I didn't question it. She then walked up to A. with a big grin, hugging her with a big "Gotcha" expression on her face.

It wasn't until our next visit that I realized it was a "competitive thing." We decided to pay A. and her boyfriend a visit. When A. proposed that we drive out to the resort; and added that she usually drove out there naked in her window-tinted Jeep. My wife jumped up and asked to ride with her! It was totally out of character and I realized what she was doing: she was competing with A. If A. was going to be naked, she was going to as or more naked.

[nudony]

That competitive streak with A. worked out very well for me...because my wife was always naked if A. was around, it soon turned into a habit and she stayed naked more often she initially thought she'd ever be.

I owe A. a huge debt of gratitude for triggering my wife into being more naked!

[whatnow3]

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This is the only time I can really remember my wife (then girlfriend) being really competitive.

[Hwu]

I'm not sure if it was her being "competitive" or just feeling like my wife going first gave her "permission" in some weird sense, but one time me and my wife and another couple went on a picnic on an out-of-the-way hill we know on a hot hot summer day, maybe 90 degrees or more. After we'd laid out the blankets and put out food and pulled out the sunscreen, my wife - very casually, without even breaking the stride of conversation - pulled off her tank top and continued pulling food out to eat in her jean shorts and bra, and stayed that way for the next hour and a half or so. After maybe twenty minutes, the other guy's wife wordlessly joined her and did the exact same thing, which I doubt she had any plans to without my wife going first. No complaints here!

[nudony]

Originally Posted by Hwu

I'm not sure if it was her being "competitive" or just feeling like my wife going first gave her "permission" in some weird sense

I know what you mean.

The x and I were at a clothing-optional function. One couple showed up; the wife was a non-nudist and was strongly intent on staying that way. She hung out with and befriended my wife, who was completely naked.
The woman was looking at my wife, up and down, as they socialized. Then suddenly she said that she wouldn't mind dressing down after all. So my wife lent her the sarong she had brought along. The woman put it on and came back.
At one point my wife was sitting with her legs slightly opened, and I noticed that the woman had opened and hiked up the sarong, and was sitting just like my wife. It was evident to me she was emulating my wife as far as being comfortable having her puss visible. She then mentioned that she wouldn't mind getting in the hottub, and my wife agreed to accompany her. Moments later, the woman was naked, the sarong was gone; and she was sitting right next to my wife, evidently happy to be naked with her. Her husband whispered in my ear that he never thought she would actually get naked.

Whether is was competitiveness, or feeling emboldened seeing my wife's comfort with nudity, or feeling that she could give herself permission to be naked because she was hanging out with a naked woman; whatever it was one thing is for sure in my mind: she probably would have never gotten naked if she hadn't met my wife, whose "bold" nakedness rubbed off on her.

[jacksonhole]

I don't know what it is, but my wife will go far beyond her normal bounds if there is a game or competition involved, even if she knows the game is rigged...

During an epic sex session two days ago, we were dirty talking and I brought up this particular incident that happened almost ten years ago.

We were on vacation with another family and had rented this huge house in Colorado. All the kids had gone to bed and the grownups were hanging out and drinking. Our friend's wife had a headache and decided to go to bed, so it was just my wife, our friend Steve and me.

The house we were renting had a game room with a pool table, and at some point we migrated down there to continue partying. None of us wanted to call it quits on the day.

With only 3 people, we decided to play cut-throat, which is a good way to play pool with three players. My wife had an extra idea for a rule where we would each pick numbers out of a hat to make it harder to know who's ball you were shooting at. She correctly assumed that Steve and I would gang up on her, and would try to make it into a stripping game since we had played strip poker, strip blackjack, truth or dare on other vacation trips. So she was making an attempt to balance things.

She wasn't against getting naked, but she always wanted the rules to be fair. Plus she was very aware that since her friend had gone to bed, all our attention would be on her.

We accepted her rule of drawing numbers and she agreed to include a rule that every time one of your balls was sunk, you had to take off an article of clothing. And if you scratched you also had to strip.

Even though it was summer, we were at high altitude so it was quite chilly in the evening and everyone had around five pieces of clothing, shoes, socks, pants, shirt and underwear, plus my wife was wearing a sweater because she was always cold.

From the very first shot, Steve and I were trying to coordinate our efforts. Instead of the High-Medium-Low range of balls that each player would normally have, we had picked from slips of paper and had to remember not to hit our own balls into a pocket. On her very first shot, I took a second to pick up several of the slips that my wife had picked and quickly memorize the numbers. When she wasn't looking, I flashed hand signals to Steve to tell him which balls to shoot for.

I thought we had been pretty careful, but when we talked about it the other night, my wife told me that she knew right from the start that Steve and I were cheating, but she was having fun and didn't want to make a fuss about it.

My wife didn't know who's balls were whose and she just tried to make the easiest shot every time. But Steve and I knew exactly which balls we were targeting, so even if we didn't have a good shot, we tried to make it so her balls were always close to a pocket. Even though we were all drunk, and none of us are pool sharks, the teamwork was paying off and we were slowly getting her naked.

Each time a ball would be sunk, we would act surprised that it was hers, and she would shake her head and strip off an article of clothing. She made a few of our balls too, and we were definitely stripping along with her, but neither of us ever got past playing in our boxers. My wife on the other hand was stripped completely naked five games in a row. She was an incredibly good sport about it, and later told me that she knew we were taking advantage of her, but she knew it would be a huge turn on for me so she just went along with it.

Over the course of around two hours, we stripped my wife of her clothes piece by piece, and after she was naked she got dressed and we started the process over again. She played it perfectly. Initially she was reluctant and embarrassed, but ultimately confident and in control. When we finished the first game, she was the one who said, "we have to play again" and quickly got dressed just so we could strip her again. Finding out the other day that she was totally in on it, just made it all the sexier even after all these years.

To this day, it is one of those evenings that we still talk about as a huge turn on for both of us, although it didn't lead to any group activities with Steve. One thing my wife particularly remembers is that she had just gotten a Brazilian wax before leaving for vacation and so when it came time to take off her panties the fist time she felt really exposed. She said that after a few minutes of standing around naked with her vagina on full display, she just went with it and made a point of bending over the table and doing other poses that gave us a great view of her bare pussy.

I have so many other stories about games that led to stripping if my wife felt like it was a competition she wanted to win. I will try to share a few more while I'm thinking about it.

[jacksonhole]

This is a memory from the distant past, dredged up by the "competitive" concept of this post.

It was around 30 years ago, and I was still in college and also playing in a band. During the week I was focused on school and on most weekends, we would get together in my friend's basement which he had sound-proofed so we could practice and record music.

In my experience, even if your band never plays gigs, or makes any money at all, if you are any good, you will still end up with groupies. The girlfriends of the band members, and a few other friends become your core group and they will hang out and request the songs they love, and everyone will get stoned, and well being in a band is fun.

After a few months of playing with a particular group, we were starting to get pretty good and were talking about starting to play at local bars, but we hadn't done it yet. We had been playing all summer and there were a few people that would come over whenever we were jamming just to enjoy the music. Well, probably for the music and the drugs and alcohol which we always had in abundance.

We had just finished playing a long jam and were taking a break and passing around a bong. The group was me and my girlfriend (now wife), my drummer and his girlfriend, and another couple who didn't play but seemed to always be around when we were jamming.

It was the middle of the day on a Saturday, and we were living the life of 20 year old people who didn't have anywhere else they were supposed to be. As we passed the bong around, the girl who wasn't dating a band member made a comment about how we were a good enough band that we should start preparing to live the "rockstar" lifestyle.

We all laughed and started going around the room saying what we would be doing as rockstars. We talked about making big money, and playing big arenas, and then she said, "and getting naked with groupies."

We all froze for a minute, because she was the closest thing we had to a groupie and it seemed like she was talking about herself. Her boyfriend was sitting right next to her, and we all kind of looked at him to see what his response would be, but he was genuinely enthused by the idea and kept it going. So now we are all sitting around, stoned off our asses and talking about how we should be getting naked with our groupies, and the only potential groupies are all in the room.

I was curious to see how my girlfriend would respond to this suggestion. She was not a prude, and in fact could be a real tiger in bed, but outwardly she was fairly conservative. She didn't seem threatened by the groupie girl who was named Toni, and if anything seemed to really be enjoying herself which really surprised me and turned me on.

She playfully said that you can't just ask a groupie to get naked, you have to play a game so that they have to win to get on the inside. What kind of game we all wanted to know, we were all pretty stoned and din't know if we could handle a game with rules. My girlfriend said it didn't have to be complicated, but that there needed to be rules otherwise it was just a bunch of people getting naked.

So what was the game we all wanted to know? My girlfriend said she didn't have a game in mind, just that there needed to be a game. We continued to press her, and she finally said, "Well I guess it should be something like Strip Poker."

The drummer, who's house we used both because he had sound-proofed the basement and because his parents were never home, produced a deck of cards as if by magic. And so in the middle of the day, under a fog of pot smoke, we began to play strip poker.

When she saw our drummer produce the playing cards, I could see that my girlfriend was a bit surprised. This conversation had moved very quickly, and she was now faced with playing strip poker with a group of people that she didn't know all that well, and thats either a good thing or a bad thing. I already knew that alcohol was usually a precursor for her getting crazy, but this day I found the other thing that drives her. Competition.

Toni grabbed the cards from the drummer and began counting them to make sure it was a full deck. The rest of us were all looking around at each other trying to figure out if this was really happening. I looked at my girlfriend to see if she was Ok with the way things were going and she looked a little apprehensive. But then Toni made a declaration that she wasn't worried because she was going to beat the pants off all of us. In an instant I saw the look in my girlfriend's eyes change from nervous, to determined to win. "Deal the cards", she said defiantly.

Toni dealt the cards, and she clearly wasn't cheating because she got a terrible hand. Her draw cards didn't help, and a couple minutes later she pulled her t-shirt over her head becoming the first loser of the game. She was wearing a black bra that was holding in a really nice set of boobs from what we could see. She could have taken off a shoe, or a sock, both of which she was wearing, but she set the tone with her shirt removal.

Its been 30 years, so I'm not going to pretend I remember exactly what cards everyone got on each hand, but I know that the next four hands went back and forth between my girlfriend losing and Toni losing alternating each hand. There were six people playing, but it may as well have been 1:1 because every hand it was either Toni or my girlfriend holding the worst hand.

At the time, my girlfriend and I had only been together for a few months (we have since been married for 30 years), and I had no idea how she would react to the situation. But to my surprise, she got completely caught up in the competition and didn't seem worried at all about her dwindling supply of clothes.

Toni took off her shirt, then my girlfriend took off her shirt. Then Toni took off her shorts, and the next hand my girlfriend lost and took off her shorts. They were both sitting up straight, not trying to hide or cover and both just wearing bra and panties. It was not lost on me that both of them were still wearing socks, but had chosen not to use them yet.

On the next hand, the drummer's girlfriend lost and she timidly removed her shoes. Everyone boo'd her decision, but she held firm. It was clear that she was only reluctantly playing along, and we expected that she would quit if she lost a couple more hands. On the other side of the spectrum, Toni and my girlfriend seemed eager for the game to continue.

I was beginning to wonder if either Toni or my girlfriend were actually playing to win, because they had such bad cards I thought it was possible they were dumping cards so they would lose. This was especially amusing, because I could tell that my drummer and his friend (Toni's boyfriend) were actively cheating and arranging cards when they dealt.

Whether because the guys were cheating or because the girls were dumping, Toni got a terrible hand next round. I was watching her, and I could see the moment where she knew she was going to lose. She had a momentary pause and took a breath and then almost proudly threw down a hand that had 9 as her highest card. My girlfriend had a low pair and was visibly worried until she saw Toni's cards.

Everyone just looked at the cards on the table for a minute. Up until now, it was just a fun game for a bunch of stoned people, but this was the hand that would determine whether we kept playing or whether Toni quit and the game stopped.

We didn't have to wait long. Toni shook her head at her cards and immediately reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Seconds later her C-cup breasts were fully on display. She made absolutely no move to cover them even a little bit, and it was her deal so she leaned over to gather up the cards letting her boobs sway the whole time. It was an awesome show, and Toni was doing a mix of "I'm embarrassed" and "Look at my tits".

My drummer raised his beer and said. "To the the rockstar lifestyle!" And we all clinked our beers. I couldn't take my eyes off Toni's tits. They looked amazing, and her nipples were hard, and I wanted to suck on them, but I didn't want my girlfriend to see I was staring.

My girlfriend had already noticed I was staring at Toni's boobs, but instead of being mad she felt competitive. She grabbed the cards and dealt the next hand, and keeping with Toni's bad luck as dealer, she had absolutely nothing, and after the draw still had nothing. We all put down our cards and had a mix of pairs and two-pairs, but she only had a Jack as her high card. She didn't say a word as she pulled the straps off her shoulders and spun her bra around to unclasp it. My girlfriend was now sitting topless and a couple feet away, Toni was sitting topless and I was thinking that this really is the rockstar lifestyle. Both girls have awesome boobs, my girlfriend's are a little bigger, but with a bit more sag because of their size. this is a dream come true.

Our drummer and his friend were still cheating and arranging the cards whenever they dealt, so over the next couple hands they let the girls win a couple hands hoping to keep them in the game. I suspected it wasn't necessary but I understood what they were doing to keep everyone in the game. By the time the deal came back to Toni, all of us were at least shirtless. The girls were still the most exposed sitting topless in just their panties, but now the rest of us were at least somewhat undressed. The drummer's girlfriend was pretending to take a nap on the couch, and everyone had just decided to ignore her and not even deal her cards.

Toni took the deal next and once again managed to give herself terrible cards which were not helped by her draw. She lost handily and immediately started making a fuss about taking off her panties. She didn't seem to be objecting to doing it as much as talking about how exposed she would be once she was completely naked. She made a point of talking about how it would feel to have her pussy on display. It was hot.

After a couple minutes she asked if she should take them off herself of if the winner should remove them. The high hand had been her boyfriend, and I was curious how he would handle this. She walked over and stood in from of him without saying a word. He reached up and grabbed her breasts and gave them a good squeeze and then slid his hands down and cupped her ass. He looked into her eyes and smiled and then he pulled her panties to the floor and helped her step out of them. he ran his hand up the inside of her leg and let it rest on her pussy and then pulled his hand back.

The whole room was quiet. Toni was completely naked and had just been sexually groped twice by her boyfriend, both top and bottom. This was the late 80's, so Toni definitely had a bush although it was neatly trimmed and you could still easily see her pussy lips, and the fact that her boyfriend had slipped in a finger right in front of us.

I pulled my gaze away from this amazing sight, knowing that my girlfriend would not appreciate me staring. When I saw her face, I was shocked. She wasn't watching me look at Toni's pussy, she was staring at Toni's pussy herself. And I could only describe her expression as "envy".

My girlfriend got up and started gathering the cards. That made her boobs sway and brought the attention back to her. She dealt herself another terrible hand, and once again I wondered if it was on purpose because she didn't even have a pair. She clearly had the low hand, but it took us a couple minutes to sort out who had the high hand and it turned out to be Toni's boyfriend again. I was stunned to see how brave my girlfriend was to walk up to this guy and ask him to take off her panties. He cupped her ass, just like he had done to his girlfriend, and he paused for a second and looked over at me before reaching up and squeezing her boobs. And then he grabbed the sides of her panties and dragged them down to the ground and waited while she stepped out of them.

My girlfriend was now completely naked along with another girl who was also naked and I had no idea where we were going from here. the drummer's girlfriend was still pretending to take a nap on the couch, and none of the guys was wearing less than boxers so it was a weird situation. Since my girlfriend had matched Toni challenge for challenge she feels vindicated, and there's not a clear way to "win" so she's wondering what comes next.

Then Toni requested that we play her favorite song which sounded like a great idea. So we all headed back downstairs and the two girls danced naked for a 17 minute version of a 3 minute song. After that they got dressed and we didn't have anymore "rockstar lifestyle" that weekend. It did, however, become code for when we wanted to turn things up and really party and the girls were usually happy to oblige. But my girlfriend never once got crazy unless Toni was there getting crazy too. It was a total "I will do what she does" type of thing.