It was two weeks before VD (Valentine’s Day) and I, Stan, still had no gift for my sexy wife, Sue. Her sister, Lois, called to ask us over for a low-key VD weekend. When we agreed, I heard her husband, Lou, cheer. It was no secret that his flirting and teasing my wife was less of a joke than their laughing pretended. His wife and I caught him peeking down Sue’s braless top or up her shorts often. Their greetings usually included dry humping and ass grabbing. I had no reason to expect any less; they would probably escalate due to the VD excuse.

Lois is also beautiful though thinner and hates showing her “scrawny” legs or bountiful D-cups vs. Sue’s barely fuller curves and barely B-cups. Both are 5’6” and have bright captivating blue eyes. Sue’s hair is light brown, Lois’ jet black, long, and straight nearly to her tiny ass. Over the last couple of years, I saw Lois become almost puritanical. Despite Lois’ facade of modesty, I had briefly seen her nude once, topless twice. We didn’t talk about that, yet both remember it with a smile. Sue and Lou shared a similar coy smile.

Sue is a closeted exhibitionist and would never willingly expose herself — unless she could claim it was accidental, or she had no choice, like when she made bets she couldn’t possibly win. Today, she chose to wear a white, ribbed, translucent, wife-beater shirt with big arm holes that showed nearly all her side boobs in the best case. The shirt clung to her small tits and let her perfect nipples spotlight themselves. When she bent in front of someone, or reached out, it was a sure bet to clearly expose at least one hard, perfect nipple, and stiffen observant cocks.

When we arrived, I dared to give Lois an A frame hug — with shoulders barely touching, no tit contact — and a peck on the lips. Sue went for an extended full body hug with Lou — crushing her tiny tits against him — and a long hard kiss. He joked about needing to adjust his tented slacks. We had our first drinks within minutes and had more with lunch.

Smirking, Sue asked about the loosely wrapped gift I left on the floor of the back of the car. Though we were in a hot streak, it was cool enough for the gift to wait. I ran out for it after lunch and put it on the hall table. “Let’s open that after dessert.” I wanted it unperturbed for as long as possible.

Lou had agreed with my idea to get our wives a giant, custom made, hollow, dark chocolate heart. It stood thirty inches on eight planks of alternating dark and milk chocolate. After supplying the chocolatier with a closeup of Sue’s naked ass, I asked them to make a well-rounded “heart” with a special white chocolate arrow stuck in its deep cleavage. They wrote on the $200 “heart” in peppermint, “Loving You Both.” We hoped that wasn’t too subtle.

The more we drank, the looser and louder we got with baudy secret compliments our wives heard. We both complimented Sue in her white carpenter’s coverall with a tailored waist which made her firm ass Pippen pear shaped if not heart-shaped. Though familiar to me, the way her walk made her cheeks wobble side-to-side instead of the more common up-side down-side motion captivated us. Lou thought it was laughable, yet drooled about how much he wanted to see it, and Sue said she would change it. I said I loved it, so she immediately flipped to, “OK, not changing it.” We chuckled as we stared at her supple ass swinging as she brought our dessert. “May we unwrap that big package?” Both women glanced at my slacks. My cock twitched.

“OK,” I said as I blatantly adjusted myself, “right after dessert.” We chatted, ate our chocolate pie, and watched Sue tease us with her pokey nipples. Lou got even more excited seeing them than I did, but did Sue get most excited? When I helped clear the plates to the kitchen, I asked our wives what would surprise Lou. My suggestion that they go out topless didn’t fly. Continuing to work my plan, I asked, “We know he’s been enjoying your nipples, Sue, so what if you get him to strip and stay naked for you?” Lois laughed saying he would never go for that. Sue’s eyes quietly bulged as she nodded.

After I delayed as if newly working out a plan, I suggested hypnotism. “I’m pretty good after two years of practice. Since he won’t accept it from me, I’ll have to teach you how to put him under. Then you can leave a post hypnotic suggestion. Make him strip whenever you trigger it. It takes a long while to learn and practice, but there is a shortcut.” Hoping the booze dulled their suspicions, I added, “I can hypnotize you into believing you know how and already practiced hypnotism. That should only take five minutes, if you’re open to it. OK?”

They were highly skeptical. When I said if it didn’t work, there’d be no harm and we could laugh it off, they agreed. After getting them to relax, I put them under and taught them one of the quick techniques. Then came my real purpose. “Ladies, when I clap my hands once you will stop moving and listen to whatever my voice only asks you to do. Try to seduce us. Nod and pinch a nipple if you understand and agree ... Good. You will forget getting this instruction, but you will comply until I reverse it. You may wake feeling rested, refreshed, and relieved of any shyness. Wake now.”

Lois asked, “When do we start? I’m ready.” She was shocked that we were done. We went back to Lou. Without asking, Sue released one side of her coveralls letting it fall away from her left tit. The ribbed shirt wrapped around her tit making it distinctive and her stiffening nipple more obvious through the translucent shirt. Lou stared at it, then me. Lois opened two buttons on her blouse.

Lou asked what I did since Lois never exposed so much cleavage on purpose and Sue’s shapely tit was never so exposed while still covered. I explained, “I told them that I taught them how to hypnotize you so play along.” We all had another drink then asked the wives to bring the gift to the coffee table. Watching two shapely asses wiggle more and slower than usual was stirring. Lois’ ass moved up and down with her stronger wiggle. I imagined her sitting on my cock as she moved that way. As I adjusted my swelling, I saw Lou do the same as he stared at Sue’s wobbly ass. Knowing what that felt like, I imagined her mounted on my shaft and performing for her sister and Lou. A soft moan escaped me.

Lou said, “She really has a heart-shaped ass in that coverall. Does it hold that shape without them?” That was exactly what I wanted to hear. They carried the heavy present back to us. Lois said she wanted to try something with Lou. She opened another button to hold his attention.

I quickly spoke up, “But first, it’s time to unwrap our VD gift to you both.” Ripping the heavy red wrapping away surprised them. The white arrow was against the platform, so I inserted it into the ‘heart’ hole and offered “Happy Valentine’s.” Both wives seemed grateful for the thoughtful gift. Lois asked why the chocolate extended so far above the heart into a narrower textured column. It was time for the reveals so I pulled the crucial photo from my pocket.

“This custom-made sculpture was created based on this photo of Sue’s bare ass.” Lou gaped at the photo, then back at Sue. Her and Lois’ jaws dropped and locked as they stared back and forth; Sue blushed crimson. “Sue, I know you flashed your tits at Lou several times and he grabbed your ass at least as many. Have you seen my wife naked, Lou? I’d bet you have when she let you catch her. That narrow extension is her waist and the heart hole is — well you can guess. Lou has been dying to see you naked, Sue, and probably fuck you in every hole. It seems you want that too. Maybe we can arrange that today.”

Sue blushed and grabbed the photo, “You showed a stranger my naked ass just as a prank so he could shape this thing?” Was she really embarrassed or just fronting?

Our wives started protesting and shouting over each other; Lou smiled and adjusted his cock. After a minute, I clapped my hands once. Both shut up before the echo died. “Sue, stroll across the room as you did before. Show us your sexy wiggle.” She did as Lois watched in silence. “Come back and remove the coverall, then walk it again.” Her loose tit bounced and shifted; her nipple grew harder and darker. She stood in front of us and, with a blank stare, unhooked the other side of the coverall then, wiggled out of it. “Pull your panties up tighter so we can see your camel toe and swelling clit.” Lois gasped as she watched her sister’s vulva swell. Sue turned and began her sexy duck walk.