Despite herself, Allison grinned. She still couldn't meet my eye. Tentatively, she reached for the hem of her t-shirt. It was a simple thing, pale yellow and cut in a feminine way. She grabbed the bottom and raised it slowly upwards, once again revealing her tight tummy.

Despite the need for speed, our spouses could arrive at any time, Allison went slowly. The shirt went over her bra, a tiny blue one this time and, finally, over her head. She sat back, looking proud of herself.

I gestured that the bra needed to come off, as well. "He saw way more than that," I said.

Allison flushed even further. But...