After just a month with new neighbors, we were comfortable with bawdy jokes and not so innocent flirting. Hanna was looser than Hank, especially with four drinks in her. Tonight, we all made sure she had five. Back from dinner in a swanky eatery, she plopped down on our sofa and her tan wrap skirt fell open baring an entire sexy leg to her hip. “Oopsi,” she grinned as she slowly covered her leg and hid her red panties.

Sue, also on her fifth drink, pointed and laughed, “Oopsi nothing, Hanna. You wanted to flash Stu and me your panties just like you did for our waiter. I’m surprised Hank said nothin when you rubbed the waiter’s bulge.”

“Hank don’t own me. When the waiter stood right over me as I read the menu, I knew hez lookin down my halter top. Ta give him a better view, I leaned forwar and shrugged. I watched his bulge twitch when my nipples got some air. Ifn he stayed another minute I’da pulled out his cock and kissed it. Whad woulda that fancy-smancy place say to his exposed hard cock, I wonder?”

Hank said, “I would have loved to see that. Would we then get comped or thrown out? Rubbing his bulge made me hard. You too, Stu? Looks like my wife’s panties stirred your bulge again.”

Stu tried remaining silent, but his pulsing bulge betrayed him. As he obviously adjusted it, he said, “Busted, Hank. With Hanna’s bare leg against me in that booth, I didn’t need to see the waiter’s reaction. I didn’t get to enjoy her panty flash or her free range nipples, but her hand rubbing my leg got my bulge stiff.” He blushed at his confession.

Hank answered, “Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but now that you mention it, your wife sitting against me in her short skirt rubbed my leg too. In fact she rubbed my bulge even while the waiter was staring at my wife’s tits.”

Sue blurted, “Hey! That was an occidental contact. Thatz awl.”

Hank grinned, “Then it was a very long accident. You kept rubbing me the whole time he was there and nearly made me soil my pants. I wouldn’t have minded if you fished out lil Hank and choked him good.”

Stu said, “Um, Sue, would you mind getting us some ice water? It’s getting hot in here.” She smiled, slid to the edge of her sofa to help her short skirt get shorter, and watched Hank look up her skirt as her knees spread when she got up. Stu noticed, “You get a good look at my wife’s panties, Hank?”

Sue brought a tray of glasses and cold water. Stu noticed one more button on her white top was open. She sat facing Hank again. Two minutes of awkward silence passed before Hanna said, “Let’s play a game. Anyone up for strip high-low?” Sue giggled; the men waited in wise silence. “No takers? How about Monkey-See-Monkey-Do? It’s kinda like Truth-or-Dare without the Truth part.”

Stu asked, “Wasn’t that a kid’s game? Similar to Simon-Sez?”

Hanna laughed, “Not the way I play it. One monkey picks an opponent and they alternate doing something the other HAS to mimic exactly or is eliminated with a penalty.”

Sue said, “I don’t remember any penalty.”

“Well, as a kid we got to take something from the loser or they had to kiss us. As adults playing a kid’s game, we need a penalty that spans the ages. Like the loser gets spanked by all the others — three slaps on each cheek by each of us will do it. We all agree?”

All heads swivelled in silence. Convinced by the alcohol, Sue said, “Why not? I’m in.” When the others agreed, she said, “I’ll be first monkey, and I pick Hanna for the other monkey.”

Hanna clapped. Sue put a finger in her ear and scrunched her face.