My Italian wife and her gf wanted to join me and my colleagues for a cards and movie night. I gave them the condition that they had to host and serve drinks and snacks. They agreed. On the evening in question the girls showered and dressed before reporting for duty. I knew straight away what they had in mind. My wife was wearing a pink tight and thin cotton tank top, with a pair of matching yoga shorts. Her gf, B, was wearing a light blue cropped T with gaping arm holes and a short black pleated skirt. When questioned they blamed me, knowing they both had crushes on some of my work mates. I was curious how things would play out so said ‘game on then.’ The girls were perfect hosts to the group, serving drinks and snacks, never minding as they got ogled and rated by my friends. I noticed they both were bending over and brushing against them all, even my female colleagues. Guys loved B’s sideboob display and some were whispering about they almost saw her nipples when she stretched. My wife even leaned over one of my supervisors, the side of her breast brushing against his face. I could see him eyeing her hard nipples. B mentioned something about a scene on the movie where a girl was stripping saying it’s harder than it looks. B used to strip and said as much. One guy asked B for a lapdance and she complied, teasing him mercilessly before finally straddling him, facing him and grinding on him, and rubbing his face against her breasts. She stopped and looked at my wife, obviously amused. ‘He’s so hard and I can feel him throb!’ My wife went over and leaned over him from behind, her big tits on either side of his head, and she stroked down his chest to his lap, between his body and B’s. ‘mmm, not bad.’ One guy asked how B would lap dance a girl. B demonstrated with Charli, one thigh between Charli’s grinding on her and softly necking her. Charli moaned out loud, and B smiled and my wife told her to make it good. B dropped between Charli’s legs, kneeling, and pushing her face into her crotch. Charli was transfixed as were we all at B’s performance. It was only then I noticed my wife between two guys, all three watching B and Charli kiss. My wife was stroking one guy’s dick through his pants, while she had her arm around the other’s neck, pulling him close, as he licked her nipple through her thin tank top. My colleagues now want to come over again.