Vi bit her lip as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of Brenda's panties, pulling them down over her ass and thighs, sliding them off of her calves. My wife stood in front of this beautiful woman, completely naked, and she was beaming.

"Holy shit…" Vi said, shaking her head and grinning. "I just want to look at you…" She put her hand on Brenda's waist, caressing my wife's skin as she stepped closer.

"Isn't she so fucking hot, Vi?" I said, admiring my wife's body as much as Vi was.

"So hot, Wendy…look at all those curves, fuck."

"Brenda, do you want to undress our guest now?" I said.

"Gladly," my wife said, looking into Vi's dark brown eyes.

Brenda stepped closer and kissed Vi, grabbing the back of her head while reaching up to feel Vi's breasts through the fabric of her bra. She lifted Vi's t-shirt, and Vi lifted her arms, allowing Brenda to pull it off and expose the black bra she was wearing, the left cup still pulled down from earlier. Vi's pert tits jiggled as my wife unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down past Vi's round, pale ass and thick, muscular thighs. She pushed Vi's jeans down and off her calves, revealing Vi's matching panties, the outline of her pussy visible through the sheer fabric.

I watched the two of them stare at one another, their breasts just inches apart, only the thin fabric of their underwear between them. "I can't believe you're even real, Vi…and now me and Wendy get you all to ourselves…” Brenda rubbed Vi's large nipple under her thumb. "Do you mind if I take your bra off?"

"God, yes, please…take it all off…" Vi said, grabbing my wife's ass. Brenda reached behind Vi and unclasped her bra, watching it fall to the ground. She then quickly pulled Vi's panties down, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. She grabbed Vi by her hips and pulled her closer, both of them now completely naked, their skin brushing together.

"Well, I think it's my turn to get naked, isn't it?" I said.

Vi looked back over at me and then grabbed me. I felt my entire body come to attention as her fingers traced along the waist of my jeans. She pulled the button from the loop and pushed my pants down my legs.

Brenda ran her hand through my hair and then pulled it hard enough to cause me to close my eyes. “Are you ready, Wendy?” she said, and then she leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Are you ready to do what needs to be done to little Vi here?”

“I am,” I said, the words feeling sweet on my tongue.

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