We did not wait long to launch our plan. A few days later on Sunday, Tommy was watching the football game at our apartment. His favorite team was playing. His eyes were glued to the set. I was about to redirect his attention to another set.
Yolanda and I had been out shopping. We came into the apartment with our shopping bags. We were both dressed in hot outfits. I wore a tube-top and "Daisy Duke" shorts. Yolanda was decked out in a silk blouse and a short skirt that featured her killer legs. Yoli wore black pumps and I had on wedges. Our hair and nails were impeccable. I looked us over: we were irresistible.
Despite our devastating appearance, Tommy couldn't be bothered to look up from his game. We were about to change that.
"Hey, Tom-Boy," I purred as the two of us stood right in his line of sight to the television set. "Yolanda and I went bikini shopping. We were wondering if you could settle a bet for us as to who looks hotter."
Tommy looked up. We now had his attention.
"I don't think it would ever be in my best interest to vote against my wife," Tommy replied with a smile.
"So, that's a 'no'," Yolanda teased. "Okay. I guess we'll find another judge. I'm sure that won't be a problem." She stood directly in front of my husband. Her hands were on her hips.
Tommy was looking at Yolanda from head-to-toe. He had lost interest in the game. In private, Tommy has told me that he finds Yolanda very sexy. I could tell that her outfit, flowing hair, make-up and her very direct demeanor were making a big impact upon him.
"Let's not be so hasty," Tom backpedaled. "If it's all right with Amy, I'm sure I could be impartial." He glanced over at me.
For the first time, Tommy noticed that my giant boobs were spilling out of my tight top. He took this in, as well as the Daisy shorts. Tommy gave me a great, big smile.
"Turn off the football game, Tommy," I commanded. "The real game is here. Yolanda, go change in the bathroom." Tommy turned off the TV.
Yolanda smiled and spun on her heels. She flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder. Tommy's eyes were glued to her ass and legs.
After she had closed the bathroom door, Tommy returned his gaze to me. Without saying a word, I lifted my top over my head. As my halter had a bra built into it, I now stood before him bare-chested. Tommy's mouth popped open.
I continued by seductively sliding my tight shorts down my legs, and then over my wedge shoes, which I kept on. I put my hands on my hips and posed for my husband in my purple thong.
I knew the devastating impact I was having on my husband. Tommy loves to watch me undress every night. I could detect the outline of a young hard-on in Tom's shorts.
I sashayed over to my shopping bags on the other side of the room. I made it a point to wiggle my ass to maximum effect as I walked in front of him. I bent over with my posterior directly in his line of sight. I pulled a hot pink bikini out of the bag.
I turned to Tommy as said, "Pace yourself, Stallion. The show has not even begun yet." Then, with my brightest smile, I slid off my thong panties, and exchanged them for my bikini bottom.
As I was tying my top, the bathroom door opened and Yolanda emerged. She looked incredible. Wearing a lime green suit that accentuated her mocha skin tone, she walked directly to Tommy.
She looked like a model coming down the runway. She reached a spot about five feet in front of my husband and twirled on her heels. Taking a few steps away from him to allow him to observe her from the rear, she then looked over her shoulder and shot Tommy a slayer look.
I was dead. There was no way I could compete with Yolanda and her perfect features. Her high heeled shoes caused her thigh muscles to contract and displayed her taut ass muscles to maximum effect.
I walked over to stand next to Yolanda. I struck a similar pose, with my hand on my hip, and looking over my shoulder. I did not have the model posture or runway moves that my friend possessed.
To my delight, Tommy was looking us both over. Although he tried to assume the demeanor of a fair judge, it was obvious from the large bulge in his shorts that he was super turned-on by our little contest. I looked over at Yolanda and winked.
"So, what do you think, judge?" I purred.
Tommy shifted uncomfortably on his couch. The football game was a long-gone memory for him.
"This is much harder than I thought," he said weakly.
"I bet it is very hard," Yolanda said, glancing down into my husband's lap.
"Hold your vote, Tommy," I said. "There's a second round."
Tommy looked like the luckiest boy in the world. He beamed at each of us.
"I like this," he said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"I bet you do," I replied. "Yolanda, are you ready to get changed?" I asked my sultry friend.
"Well, wait a second," she responded with a sly grin. "You had an unfair advantage during the last round. You got changed in front of the judge."