I bent over to shoot and everyone was cheering and making lewd comments about my ass and tits. This so distracted me that I scratched the eight ball.J...mal grinned and arrogantly snapped his fingers and pointed to my bra and thong. I obediently stripped. Now I was in stockings, heels and wedding ring only.Mike stepped forward and offered Jamal what seemed to be the going rate for everything. Two hundred dollars for my bra and thong. Then he looked at me. “If you beat me you can have this back.. I stood up in my sluttiest black heels and wore a tiny tank top to cover my firm boobs. I looked myself in the mirror and liked what I was seeing there. I rubbed my slippery slit, thinking that any underwear will not be required for the rest of the day.I finally went down to meet again Deshawn, who was still having a beer and watching a movie. He was fully naked, stroking his dick… I went to the kitchen for a glass of water and then the doorbell rang.Deshawn got up and went to answer. I heard. She asked, “How do I look?”“Sexy as fuck,” I replied. My aunt giggled and I saw that it was the package that was delivered. She walked around the house in the same lingerie. She said, “I’ll go and change if you feel uncomfortable.” I immediately shouted, “No. I mean I don’t mind. I’d be comfortable if you didn’t wear anything also.”Then she asked me if I had a GF. I was doing nothing but looking lustily at her cleavage, boobs, and thighs. She asked me again.I said, “Yes, I have a GF, she’s good. It was turning my wife on, too, making her into a wanton vixen. Which was why she was teasing me. Her blue sparkled and her normally friendly smile was wicked. She popped her fingers past those lush lips, sucking on her fingers.My futa-cock throbbed beneath my skirt.I wanted to just stare at her, her strawberry-blonde hair tumbling about a face that was a soft and feminine version of someone else I once loved. My heart beat faster and faster. I wanted to go to her, to lick her pregnant snatch.