“Hurry up, Sue. Beth and Lou are usually late, but I don’t want their tardy reputation.”

“Oh keep your pants on, Stu. They always keep us waiting. The tennis court is reserved for us at nine, but the lounge is open ended.”

“I know, but today is the twentieth anniversary of the exclusive club’s founding and it’s expected to be crowded. Even as a member, Beth had to reserve a court two months ago. We’re meeting them at eight for breakfast drinks. Your all-white with blue trim micro skirt tennis outfit still looks great on you.”

“What else would I wear? The problem is the costume panties are getting threadbare where my bush rubs. They’re almost shear. I can’t wear these unless you want everyone to see my pubes and pussy.”

“Well, put on something and let’s get going, Sue.”

She found some white cotton panties and put them on. I suppose these will do. Better some pubic shadow than loose hair bursting through for all to see.

Arriving at the lounge at eight-ten, we beat Beth and Lou by nine minutes. Five-foot-nine Beth made a classy entry in her white outfit with red trim. Besides her splash, everyone stared at her long blond hair, beautiful blue-eyed face, long sexy legs, and her big bust. The viewing stands would be crowded today just to watch her tiny skirt flip up as she played.

Lou was eye candy for the women with his tapered chest, muscular legs, and the fat bulge between them. His blue-eyed face and bright smile always attracted stares on their own.

Beth dashed to Sue and crushed their tits together making the normal crowd chatter stop. “You look great, Sue. We have the same style outfits, but my waist is trimmed in red while yours is blue. Love your pleats. Mine is a simple slit to my hip, see? Did you trim your skirt smaller?” Beth flipped her skirt open showing her well-toned leg to her cheek. Most men sighed.

“Um, yes I did, Beth. Everyone’s going to see our panties anyway, so I thought a little extra tease wouldn’t hurt. The matching trim on our short sleeves looks good. You are busting out of your top, as usual.” Sue and the husbands smiled at her little pun.

“Just two buttons are open, like yours, but I’m wearing a sports bra with thick pads to catch my leaky milk. What are you wearing?” Beth pulled Sue’s blouse away and peeked inside. “Oh, nothing. I wish I could get away braless.”

The husbands briefly shook hands then sat and stared at the two beautiful wives. We ordered drinks, chatted, then had to dash to the courts to be on time. As we ran, Stu and Lou studied both wives’ toned thighs flexing. Undoubtedly, both of us shared the same thought. Despite often swapping and sharing partners, both wives still aroused both husbands. Subtle flattery is an aphrodisiac too.

After the first straight couple’s game, with a wide grin, Lou asked, “Wanna swap partners?”

Stu grinned, “Maybe after the game.” The wives heard and quickly swapped teams. “Let’s make this more interesting. How about for every point lost the losing team had to open a button or lose clothes?”

Beth said, “Normally nudity is frowned upon here, but since the club is closed to the public, members and guests can get away with it. I’ve heard that when it’s closed like this, the staff turns a blind eye even to public fornicating. Now there’s a lofty goal!”

First serve went to Sue. When she ran in, Lou got a good long first look under her skirt. He dropped his jaw and his racket, missing his return. I asked if he was OK. Lou looked around at the viewers, then pointed to Sue’s skirt. “Is she commando under that micro skirt?” Sue laughed, then turned to him and flipped up the front of her skirt showing off her panties — her tiny, white, thong, panties. “How did I miss that before now?” Emboldened, Sue held her skirt up as she turned to show Beth, and the 200 viewers, her daring panties.

Sue said, “My costume panties were too worn out to wear and these were the only white thing I could find. Since we were rushed and I expected the thong to cover me, I didn’t bother shaving. I confess, I did feel them slipping a little when we ran over here.”

Lou walked to her and lifted the back of her skirt. He stared at her ‘bare’ ass gleaming in sunlight and said, “Did you feel the string crawl into your ass crack too? It vanished so all of your cute ass is out in the sun. Though it may be cheating, you should wear these panties all the time.”

Beth said, “I thought you were the shy one, Sue. What am I supposed to do?”

Lou said, “Let’s play for clothes and test the club rules. My serve.” Sue took the infield, hunched over and shuffled back and forth, left to right. Lou stopped and stared. “Sue, you’re supposed to distract them not me.”

She answered, “Get a grip, Lou. Not on that growing bulge in your shorts either. I’ll handle that later. You’ve seen my bare ass many times.” She bent some more so the tiny thong exposed part of each labium. Lou groaned, then served a fault. Sue laughed. I served; Sue failed to return. She opened a blouse button.

Next serve, Lou missed. He removed his shirt. That, the crowd noticed and the murmurs increased. Sue missed the next serve and opened another button. Being the third down, it was at her nipple line. With two buttons left, I double faulted. Beth served and double faulted. Though she didn’t need to unbutton, her blouse was already open to her nipples so she could show off her crimson sports bra.

Sue served and hit Beth in the chest. She opened a button. Neither woman was embarrassed — yet. Sue’s next serve went between the players and they missed. I took the penalty and lost my shirt. The next serve was long, so Lou took service. Again, he paused to stare at Sue’s wiggling bare ass.

His serve was to his wife and good. She missed, so Beth lost her blouse. Next serve went to me. I hit the net and gulped as I looked around. Never had I stripped in front of a public crowd. As I slid my shorts down, the crowd “ouuud” and cheered when I tossed them aside. My blue boxer-briefs shaped my ass well and the front pouch swelled as it supported my swelling cock.