Chapter 118

Jess took my hand and slid off my wedding ring. “No rings tonight.”

Even though we were very open sexually, we normally only removed our rings in a case where we were worried of them being damaged or lost (either outside somewhere or INSIDE someONE), and my surprise must have been evident. “Two married people in a strip club are never going to get their lists completed,” she explained. Hard to argue with that.

A knock came at the door.

“I’ll get it!” Jess announced. Opening the front door revealed a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a black suit. He wore a typical limo-driver’s cap.

“Hello, Ma’am,” he said with a formal tip of that cap. “I’m Kevin, your driver for the evening.” Jess told me that she’d tried hard - really, really hard - to get Phil again, but he already had a prior engagement and wasn’t available. Oh well.

“Hi, Kevin; we were just getting ready.”

And indeed we were. Kevin got an eyeful as most of the women were half-naked in the midst of changing their tops for t-shirts. Even though Jess had said everyone could throw it on over their existing tops but no one cared to. Also, none of the women were bothered in the slightest by the jaw-drop of the young man watching them as they changed.

Jess pulled off her own top and revealed that she was the only one of the group who had decided to forgo a bra; both of her huge tits were flashed at the driver whose mouth, I wouldn’t have believed possible, dropped even further.

Jess, pleased at his shock, made a very deliberate show of taking forever to find the other t-shirt marked “Maid of Honor” and then took even longer to actually put it on. As she pull it over her head, it got “stuck” right at her neck. She flailed around, shaking her tits wildly trying to get the t-shirt down and “failing.”