Jeff had to admit, dinner had been great.  Even if nothin came of the night, he had no regrets, and he had deffinitly noticed that Becky was unwinding as the night went on, seeming to get looser, either because of the drink, her comfort level was increasing, or because of both.  Either way, Jeff liked it, and he enjoyed the subtle three-way flirting that was going on.  It was rather exciting.<br/><br/>When the topic came to bra and panties, Jeff raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on his lips as he listened to the girls talk, his grin growing larger when Jessica decided to whip the girls out and bare it all.  That was so her, he had to try not to laugh.  God he loved his wife, and he had to fight back to urge of just hopping the table and carrying her up to the bedroom, or possibly fuck her on the table and let Becky watch, but then that might be rude.<br/><br/>What surprised him a little was when Becky removed her own blouse and shared her own bra clad, massive tits, even jiggling them a littled with her hands to display how well the bra supported them.  She had certainly came a long way from this morning.  If the table wasnt't there, the two girls would have been looking at a very large tent forming in Jeff's trunks.   This night was only getting better by the moment.<br/><br/>"Hmmm..."  Jeff mused, leaning in forward and using his hands to brace his chin as he thoroughly inspected either pair of breasts, trying to keep a serious face a a man inspecting an expensive, brand new car might.  stroking his ching, Brad leaned back in his chair.  "I must say, both contenders appear equally impressive.  Perhaps we should devise some sort of competition to see if we can find a winner?"  Jeff suggested, his tone playful.