Vicki shared in the laughter, the group's amusement a fine veil to conceal her growing intrigue.  George was a decent dancer and could lead well on the dance floor.  His dancing tonight was a bit off, his comically bobbing erection a poor partner to his moves.  Though she had never imagined such a thing before, there was something invigorating and kinky about seeing her husband in the silky panties.  Though he had taken on the humiliation of his own volition, the possibly embarrassing situation only brought a fiendish smile to his wife's lips.  His cock did indeed strain against the pretty fabric, and the thought of George's hard-on rubbing against Beth's arousal-moistened panties brought Vicki a thrill she enjoyed viscerally.  She was ready to be dared to do anything.