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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
04/05/2026
Brief description of my girlfriend at the time: beautiful Asian girl, big light-brown almost hazel eyes, 5'3", about 115 lbs, skinny waist, wide hips for her frame, phat bubbly ass, silky smooth skin, perky 36C tits and just an overall ridiculous body for someone that small.
Several games nights happened after she wore that tiny white sleep set. She still dressed sexy for all of them, but none of them were as crazy as that night until one game night a few weeks later.
The guys showed up early while she was still in the shower.
I let them in like normal, and we sat down on the floor while we waited for her. Same tiny studio. Same spot in the middle of the room. We chatted for a bit and got our magic decks ready for the first match.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened.
She walked out with wet hair, holding a towel in both hands, and wearing one of my white T-shirts.
The shirt was just long enough to barley cover her ass while she was standing perfectly still. It looked more like a sleep shirt than an actual outfit.
And because she had just gotten out of the shower, her hair was wet, her skin was still damp, and the thin white cotton was clinging to her chest and hips. It was obvious right away that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She took two steps out of the bathroom before she saw the guys sitting on the floor.
She froze for half a second.
“Oh… you guys are already here?”
The room got quiet while all four of us stared at her.
She gave this little surprised laugh, clearly not expecting them to be there yet. She started walking towards us while lifting both arms and started towel-drying her hair.
This caused the bottom of the shirt to rise maybe three or four inches.
Enough for all of us to see she didn’t have shorts on underneath. And was just wearing a small pink thong with little red hearts on it.
The shirt dropped back down when she lowered her arms, but she had been walking toward us the entire time it was lifted. Everyone was already staring, so there was no way anyone missed the tiny pink thong underneath.
I glanced at the guys.
They were all staring at her not saying a word.
I looked back at her.
“Do you want me to grab you some shorts?”
She looked down at the shirt, tugged the hem a little lower, and paused like she was considering it.
Then she shrugged and gave this tiny little smile.
“No, it’s okay. I’m covered.”
Technically, she was.
Barely.
I think her original plan was to wear that shirt with her typical small shorts. That alone would have been enough to tease everyone a little, especially with no bra underneath. But since the guys showed up while she was still getting ready and she saw the reaction after walking out of the bathroom, she just decided to roll with it.
She stood near the circle as we continued getting ready for the match.
Because we were sitting on the floor, our eye level was just below the bottom of her shirt. Giving the occasional peek of her thong whenever she shifted slightly.
She sat down on the edge of the bed which was only a few feet away from our circle. She was sitting directly behind me and I kept seeing the guys look my direction but I could tell the were looking past me at her.
I turned around to ask her if she was going to join the first match and immediately saw the entire front of her pink thong just a few feet away from my face.
I must have looked surprised because she laughed a little and gave me a look that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
She said "you guys go ahead. I need to finish drying my hair"
Once we finally started the first match, she still didn’t join right away. She stayed on the bed for a while, watching from the side, occasionally asking what was happening or leaning forward to see a card.
Eventually she stood up and said she was going to get the bong.
She walked toward the little kitchen area, her wet hair had left damp spots on the shirt. They cotton clung to her skin, epecially her chest and hips.
The bong was put away near the sink, so she grabbed it from the counter and started rinsing it out.
When she leaned forward to dump the old water and rinse it, the back of the shirt lifted just enough that everyone got a peek of her ass.
We all watched her in silence.
She didn’t seem to notice and just kept rinsing it like nothing was happening.
Then she reached up toward the small cabinet above the sink to get the weed and grinder.
Both arms went up as she reached for the top shelf. The shirt rode up past the top of her thong, exposing her ass completely for a few seconds before it dropped back down.
From where we were sitting on the floor, we were close enough to see the single red heart centerd on the back of the triangle piece of her little pink thong. Her shirt dropped down again as she set everything on the counter.
One of the guys awkwardly cleared his throat.
I could feel the whole room watching her without anyone saying anything.
She filled the bong slowly, checked the water level, then leaned over the counter again to adjust it. The shirt rode up in the back one more time while she got the water level just right.
When she finally finished prepping it, she turned around holding the bong with that same innocent little look on her face.
“Who’s hitting this first?”
The room went completely still.
After what seamed like the longest and loudest silence I've ever experienced, which really only lasted a few seconds, I said “You can go first,” “You prepped it.”
She smiled like she was clearly enjoying the amount of tension she just caused.
“okay" she said
Then she walked back toward the circle.
Since we were all still sitting on the floor, every step she took shifted her shirt slightly giving little flashes of her pink thong. She sat down cross legged near the edge of the circle. The shirt opening up at the bottom exposing her crotch as she held the bong in her lap with one hand. She put the mouthpiece to her lips and lit the bowl.
We had completely forgotten about the game at this point and were all intently watching her hit the bong. She must have felt our eyes on her because she slowly milked the bong taking one of the largest rips I've ever seen her take.
When she exhaled she blew a massive cloud of smoke across the circle with a little cough at the end when she finished exhaling.
One of the guys simply said "Damn..." and there was a long pause.
She immediately looked really high and had a big smile on her face as she looked around the circle at everyone.
“You guys are quiet.” she said
One of the guys laughed under his breath.
"Just waiting for the bong"
She passed it to him and he took a rip.
After we all had a turn our attention went back to the game.
"Who's turn was it again?" I asked
"Uhh... no idea" said one of the guys.
We spent the next couple minutes replaying the turns from the start of the game until we figured out who was up and continued playing.
After our match ended, she got up to grab her deck. When she stood, the shirt was still clinging to her hips, making it stay a couple inches higher than before and revealing the front of her thong and a little of her ass cheeks.
We all watched her as she walked across the room and bent down slightly to grab her deck. Her shirt rode up more when she bent exposing almost half her ass and how little the thong actually covered.
She walked back to the circle and all of kept watching her as she walk.
She sat down cross legged and got her deck ready for the next match. With how she was sitting most her thong was peeking out the entire time we played. All the guys kept looking every chance they got. Myself included. Her nipples clearly poking through the white t-shirt were hard to resist looking, but her exposed pink thong that barely covered her got most of the attention.
Every time the bowl was spent, she got up and walked back to the little kitchen area to grind more weed and repack it.
The weed and grinder stayed on the counter, so each time she packed another bowl, she stood there taking her time. She would lean over the counter, shift her hips, turn halfway around to ask whose turn it was, then go right back to grinding like nothing was happening.
The guys weren’t pretending anymore. They watched her walk to the kitchen. They watched her bend over the counter. They watched her shirt ride up. They watched her come back to the circle with the freshly packed bong.
And she knew they were watching.
She just kept playing innocent.
We kept smoking weed and paying games until after 3 a.m.
By that point, she had gotten up to pack well over ten bowls.
I made a point all night of not reacting like I was catching them. Instead, I just looked with them.
We never said anything about it, but I have to assume seeing me look too made them know I wasn't just okay with them looking.
I wanted them to look.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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Several games nights happened after she wore that tiny white sleep set. She still dressed sexy for all of them, but none of them were as crazy as that night until one game night a few weeks later.
The guys showed up early while she was still in the shower.
I let them in like normal, and we sat down on the floor while we waited for her. Same tiny studio. Same spot in the middle of the room. We chatted for a bit and got our magic decks ready for the first match.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened.
She walked out with wet hair, holding a towel in both hands, and wearing one of my white T-shirts.
The shirt was just long enough to barley cover her ass while she was standing perfectly still. It looked more like a sleep shirt than an actual outfit.
And because she had just gotten out of the shower, her hair was wet, her skin was still damp, and the thin white cotton was clinging to her chest and hips. It was obvious right away that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She took two steps out of the bathroom before she saw the guys sitting on the floor.
She froze for half a second.
“Oh… you guys are already here?”
The room got quiet while all four of us stared at her.
She gave this little surprised laugh, clearly not expecting them to be there yet. She started walking towards us while lifting both arms and started towel-drying her hair.
This caused the bottom of the shirt to rise maybe three or four inches.
Enough for all of us to see she didn’t have shorts on underneath. And was just wearing a small pink thong with little red hearts on it.
The shirt dropped back down when she lowered her arms, but she had been walking toward us the entire time it was lifted. Everyone was already staring, so there was no way anyone missed the tiny pink thong underneath.
I glanced at the guys.
They were all staring at her not saying a word.
I looked back at her.
“Do you want me to grab you some shorts?”
She looked down at the shirt, tugged the hem a little lower, and paused like she was considering it.
Then she shrugged and gave this tiny little smile.
“No, it’s okay. I’m covered.”
Technically, she was.
Barely.
I think her original plan was to wear that shirt with her typical small shorts. That alone would have been enough to tease everyone a little, especially with no bra underneath. But since the guys showed up while she was still getting ready and she saw the reaction after walking out of the bathroom, she just decided to roll with it.
She stood near the circle as we continued getting ready for the match.
Because we were sitting on the floor, our eye level was just below the bottom of her shirt. Giving the occasional peek of her thong whenever she shifted slightly.
She sat down on the edge of the bed which was only a few feet away from our circle. She was sitting directly behind me and I kept seeing the guys look my direction but I could tell the were looking past me at her.
I turned around to ask her if she was going to join the first match and immediately saw the entire front of her pink thong just a few feet away from my face.
I must have looked surprised because she laughed a little and gave me a look that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
She said "you guys go ahead. I need to finish drying my hair"
Once we finally started the first match, she still didn’t join right away. She stayed on the bed for a while, watching from the side, occasionally asking what was happening or leaning forward to see a card.
Eventually she stood up and said she was going to get the bong.
She walked toward the little kitchen area, her wet hair had left damp spots on the shirt. They cotton clung to her skin, epecially her chest and hips.
The bong was put away near the sink, so she grabbed it from the counter and started rinsing it out.
When she leaned forward to dump the old water and rinse it, the back of the shirt lifted just enough that everyone got a peek of her ass.
We all watched her in silence.
She didn’t seem to notice and just kept rinsing it like nothing was happening.
Then she reached up toward the small cabinet above the sink to get the weed and grinder.
Both arms went up as she reached for the top shelf. The shirt rode up past the top of her thong, exposing her ass completely for a few seconds before it dropped back down.
From where we were sitting on the floor, we were close enough to see the single red heart centerd on the back of the triangle piece of her little pink thong. Her shirt dropped down again as she set everything on the counter.
One of the guys awkwardly cleared his throat.
I could feel the whole room watching her without anyone saying anything.
She filled the bong slowly, checked the water level, then leaned over the counter again to adjust it. The shirt rode up in the back one more time while she got the water level just right.
When she finally finished prepping it, she turned around holding the bong with that same innocent little look on her face.
“Who’s hitting this first?”
The room went completely still.
After what seamed like the longest and loudest silence I've ever experienced, which really only lasted a few seconds, I said “You can go first,” “You prepped it.”
She smiled like she was clearly enjoying the amount of tension she just caused.
“okay" she said
Then she walked back toward the circle.
Since we were all still sitting on the floor, every step she took shifted her shirt slightly giving little flashes of her pink thong. She sat down cross legged near the edge of the circle. The shirt opening up at the bottom exposing her crotch as she held the bong in her lap with one hand. She put the mouthpiece to her lips and lit the bowl.
We had completely forgotten about the game at this point and were all intently watching her hit the bong. She must have felt our eyes on her because she slowly milked the bong taking one of the largest rips I've ever seen her take.
When she exhaled she blew a massive cloud of smoke across the circle with a little cough at the end when she finished exhaling.
One of the guys simply said "Damn..." and there was a long pause.
She immediately looked really high and had a big smile on her face as she looked around the circle at everyone.
“You guys are quiet.” she said
One of the guys laughed under his breath.
"Just waiting for the bong"
She passed it to him and he took a rip.
After we all had a turn our attention went back to the game.
"Who's turn was it again?" I asked
"Uhh... no idea" said one of the guys.
We spent the next couple minutes replaying the turns from the start of the game until we figured out who was up and continued playing.
After our match ended, she got up to grab her deck. When she stood, the shirt was still clinging to her hips, making it stay a couple inches higher than before and revealing the front of her thong and a little of her ass cheeks.
We all watched her as she walked across the room and bent down slightly to grab her deck. Her shirt rode up more when she bent exposing almost half her ass and how little the thong actually covered.
She walked back to the circle and all of kept watching her as she walk.
She sat down cross legged and got her deck ready for the next match. With how she was sitting most her thong was peeking out the entire time we played. All the guys kept looking every chance they got. Myself included. Her nipples clearly poking through the white t-shirt were hard to resist looking, but her exposed pink thong that barely covered her got most of the attention.
Every time the bowl was spent, she got up and walked back to the little kitchen area to grind more weed and repack it.
The weed and grinder stayed on the counter, so each time she packed another bowl, she stood there taking her time. She would lean over the counter, shift her hips, turn halfway around to ask whose turn it was, then go right back to grinding like nothing was happening.
The guys weren’t pretending anymore. They watched her walk to the kitchen. They watched her bend over the counter. They watched her shirt ride up. They watched her come back to the circle with the freshly packed bong.
And she knew they were watching.
She just kept playing innocent.
We kept smoking weed and paying games until after 3 a.m.
By that point, she had gotten up to pack well over ten bowls.
I made a point all night of not reacting like I was catching them. Instead, I just looked with them.
We never said anything about it, but I have to assume seeing me look too made them know I wasn't just okay with them looking.
I wanted them to look.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
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