| Author: | Candy Kross | ISBN: | 1230000215190 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead | Publication: | February 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Candy Kross |
| ISBN: | 1230000215190 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead |
| Publication: | February 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Samantha came onto the stage. “Before our last show, we are going to have our “Naughty Nightie Contest”. The men applauded. “Ladies, it’s your turn to show these men what you have. I have some rooms for you to change into. Tonight’s prize is dinner and cocktails for two.”
Rita pulled out a sheer, red camisole and matching thong. It was really nice, beautiful material, great color for her and a perfect fit. It would be perfect for an intimate evening alone, but not to be worn in public. Still, she had no choice, so she took one look in the mirror as she turned around, then left to let others in line have their turn in the mirror.
"Wow," said her husband Greg, when he saw her. “You look so hot!”
“I hope you don't mind your wife being on display for everyone to see." She teased him.
The sheer fabric was almost totally see through; her pink nipples were clearly visible through the material. The camisole left her mid-riff bare, and the neck and arm holes were loose enough that her ample breasts would be fully exposed if she bent over or lifted her arms.
Samantha was giving all the female contestants cards with numbers that clipped to their lingerie, and the men ballots to cast their votes for the best sexy nightie. Each couples card and ballot had the same number. The instructions were to not vote for your spouse. Each male cast one vote for one woman that had the naughtiest nightie.
Samantha came onto the stage. “Before our last show, we are going to have our “Naughty Nightie Contest”. The men applauded. “Ladies, it’s your turn to show these men what you have. I have some rooms for you to change into. Tonight’s prize is dinner and cocktails for two.”
Rita pulled out a sheer, red camisole and matching thong. It was really nice, beautiful material, great color for her and a perfect fit. It would be perfect for an intimate evening alone, but not to be worn in public. Still, she had no choice, so she took one look in the mirror as she turned around, then left to let others in line have their turn in the mirror.
"Wow," said her husband Greg, when he saw her. “You look so hot!”
“I hope you don't mind your wife being on display for everyone to see." She teased him.
The sheer fabric was almost totally see through; her pink nipples were clearly visible through the material. The camisole left her mid-riff bare, and the neck and arm holes were loose enough that her ample breasts would be fully exposed if she bent over or lifted her arms.
Samantha was giving all the female contestants cards with numbers that clipped to their lingerie, and the men ballots to cast their votes for the best sexy nightie. Each couples card and ballot had the same number. The instructions were to not vote for your spouse. Each male cast one vote for one woman that had the naughtiest nightie.
