A month before our annual Christmas party, my wife had opened up my laptop and noticed a tab that read ‘Hot Wife Shows Off.’ I thought she was going to be livid the moment she confronted me about it, but her tone was more curious than angry. My history was filled with hotwife stories of women teasing and fucking other men. She ended up reading many of the stories, which led to some surprising conversations between us.

“Maybe I should wear this for the party,” my wife teased as she posed in her black sequence dress. She had intended on wearing it for New Year a few years back but the front was too low-cut and it was hard to dance without flashing everyone.

I smiled and winked, “I dare you! Good thing it was a final sale, huh,” I teased.

She bent over, letting the front fall away from her and flashed her tits. ”I must admit that it looks perfect with no panties,” I said, noticing her reflection through the mirror.

A wicked and confident smile took over her expression as she walked past me and whispered, “If I don’t wear panties, one of your friends might try to fuck me,” she teased.

No bra or panties might have been too ambitious a request from me, but I somehow enjoyed her choice better. The lace bra looked classy, yet slightly sheer for anyone that might get a long enough look. I had seen her very sheer light pink thong up her dress before our guests arrived, but she had done a decent job of keeping it covered throughout the party. She felt covered up enough to walk around freely and dance, but even she noticed the looks she was getting from my friends.

“You lucky motherfucker,” Mike whispered to me as he caught me admiring Mindy. She was picking up empty glasses while she led Ryan over to the cooler. Her dress had ridden up and her bare ass was showing with the thong wedged deep between her cheeks.

“Calm down Santa,” I teased Mike, never looking away from my wife’s ass which was now on display. The dress had caught itself on her hips and the bottom of her cheeks winked at us with each step. I was grateful for the wine glasses that occupied her hands and precluded her from adjusting her dress back down. Mike sighed as she turned the corner and I jokingly slapped him across his chest.

I turned towards him and noticed he had shed the white tee he had under the Santa jacket. Mike had shown up to the party in a full Santa outfit. “Dude, it was so hot under that jacket,” he laughed as he noticed the look on my face. “Plus, the girls like this better when they sit on my lap and tell me what they want for Christmas,” he teased.

I did notice some of the girls posing with him and even sitting on his lap.

“Bro, most of them are married,” I shot back as I sipped my whiskey.

“Naughty huh,” he laughed as he walked away towards the kitchen.

When I finally caught up with Mindy, I mentioned what he said and what we had seen as she walked away from us.

“Ohh, that makes sense now,” she giggled, “He came up to me and told me to be sure to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want this year.” She leaned in and whispered, “Apparently Eric left pissed at Rachel because he heard her tell Alice that she felt Mike’s dick hardening when she was sitting on his lap for a picture.” She stared at me smiling and looked over at Mike who was walking his buddy out of the house, “Do you think I can get him hard too,” she asked me.

I pulled her close to me, grabbing her ass under the dress, “Get rid of the bra,” I slyly suggested. She just squealed, kissed me hard and walked away towards our bedroom.

Mike and I were outside smoking cigars with two of our buddies when Mindy opened the patio door. She was hiding behind the door as she shouted over to us, “Babe! Can you come take a picture of Mike and me by the Christmas tree?”

I never saw him get up quickly and I followed him in. My wife’s hard nipples instantly gave away the fact that she had lost the bra. The shape was visible through the dress but the bare cleavage was now also exposed. “Hurry, before I go to bed,” she said innocently.

He looked back at me wide-eyed and I just shoved him towards the library where the Christmas tree was.

She put her arm around him and posed for the shot, causing her right nipple to slip out. Reaching for the dress, she adjusted, calling attention to the nipple that wouldn’t stay covered.

He couldn’t help but smile as she struggled, “Crap, this might be easier sitting down Santa,” she said and Mike quickly sat down by the tree. We both watched her as she lowered herself on his crotch. Her dress riding up as she faced me, clearly leaving her bare ass on his pants.

“Take a few, babe. I feel cute today,” she suggested as she adjusted on his lap.

Her eyes darted open and her mouth dropped, “HE IS GETTING HARD,” she mouthed quietly to me as I snapped a few pictures.

“The dress looks nicer without the bra babe,” I teased her.

“Thanks, babe, but maybe Mike doesn’t need to know that,” she said startled, “Careful there with your South Pole Santa,” she giggled as she reached back and seemed to push his erection down.

We all laughed and I noticed her legs parting more as she adjusted on his lap, “Fuck, no thong either huh,” I teased.

“Apparently matching Santa,” she gasped with her hand still behind her, “Are you not wearing boxers?”