I think the potential had been in the air for months, maybe years, but it coalesced last Memorial Day weekend.
My name is Niklaus. My friends call me Nik. I've been married to Jillian for almost seven years. We're in our late twenties. I think that puts us in the Generation Y or Millennial category. It really doesn't matter. Most of our friends and acquaintances are close to our age. There are approximately a dozen couples we see regularly. All of us are professionals with college degrees.
Several couples live in the same suburban development we live in. Others are folks we work with or have met through our various activities such as the gym, golf or women's groups. We would gather for dinner, games or parties regularly. We have an annual pool party on Memorial Day weekend when Jill and I open our pool.
Last May we had a half dozen couples over for barbeque and generally wet activities. The weather was unusually warm and the six women, including Jill, were appropriately dressed in two-piece swimwear. Emmy, Hal's wife, is the most modest of the six women. She wore a suit that was closer to short shorts with a halter-top rather than a bra. On the other extreme, Ginny, Russ' wife, wore a barely there suit consisting of a three strategically placed triangles. The effect was amazing since Ginny had the largest breasts of the women present. The other four women wore bikini suits of varying designs, all leaving little to the imagination. The men were attired in various length swim trunks and tee shirts when not in the water. No Speedos.
The party had started in the early afternoon. The group was rambunctious but well behaved and the recycle bin was half-full of empty bottles and cans by five in the afternoon. I had started the grill and the steaks planned for dinner were well underway when the sky suddenly darkened and the rain began.
Three of the guys carried the hot grill around the house and into the garage while the rest of us carried and dragged the assorted chairs and lounges behind them. By the time we were settled in the garage, with the door open, the rain had become intense and we were all pretty wet.
We managed to get reasonably dry and everyone fed while we watched the storm through the open double garage door. As the sky darkened, Jill posited that it didn't look as if the storm would end soon and suggested we all move into the living room. We collected chairs from the dining room, kitchen, added a couple of folding chairs and a desk chair and we were soon all settled in our living room still dressed in our swimwear.
As a group, we continued to consume adult beverages and add to the collection of empty bottles and cans in the recycle bin. The conversation was animated and often hilarious with enough sexual innuendoes to keep everyone's attention.
Whether accidental or deliberate, during the early evening, Eve, Jay's wife, suffered a wardrobe malfunction. Eve was in a focused discussion with Kay, Ian's wife, sitting next to her. Her suit top had slipped down on the left side and her left breast was completely exposed. I happened to look up and notice it. I don't know if I was the first to notice but I wasn't going to be the first to comment. Instead, I studied the shape and beauty of Eve's breast. I gauged that her breast was about a B size with a significantly darker nipple and I imagined the other breast was of similar construction.
I don't know if Kay missed Eve's situation or just ignored it. Eve's breast was exposed for a good five minutes before Winnie, Jon's wife, sitting on Eve's other side, leaned over and whispered in Eve's ear. Eve immediately looked down, her mouth assumed a shocked expression and she quickly rectified the situation. Embarrassed, "How long was I like that?" she asked the group.
"At least five minutes," replied Jay, her husband.
"Five minutes!" exclaimed Eve, "and you didn't say anything," she accused him.
"I thought you knew and it was deliberate," Jay replied digging a deeper hole.
"Deliberate. You thought I exposed myself to everyone deliberately," Eve said raising her voice slightly.
"Don't blame Jay," spoke up Hal. "He wasn't alone."
"You too?" asked Eve.
"All of us, I think," said Russ.
"All of you?" asked Eve. "Even all of you?" she asked of the other women.
"I didn't have a good view," said Kay, "but I knew."
"All of you," repeated Eve incredulously.
"Don't be embarrassed," I offered. "You have beautiful breasts."
"Breasts?" questioned Eve.
"Well just one that I saw. I assumed a matched set," I clarified.
"I guess that makes it okay," mused Eve. "Five minutes?" she asked again.
Everyone just nodded in agreement.
"Five minutes. Okay," considered Eve. "Who's next?" she asked.
"What do you mean, 'Who's next'?" asked Kay softly.
"Well," explained Eve. "It's not really fair that I should be the only woman to expose her breast tonight. I think each of you should show everyone a breast for five minutes."
The room could have been empty given the lack of sound. The women seemed to be holding their breath in shock and the men in anticipation. Finally, Jill stood up. "This is my party. I'm the hostess and I think Eve has a point. I'll go first." She moved to the center of the room and carefully untied her top and exposed her left breast. Keeping one hand on her chest to prevent further exposure, she turned a full circle so everyone had a good look and sat down. "Let me know when the five minutes is up," she said.
Over the next twenty-five minutes, each of the other women repeated Jill's performance. Ginny was the last to stand up. Given the size of her breasts, the men were anxious for her turn. Ginny stood in the center of the room, smiled and stripped off her top completely. Her move was greeted with appreciative gasps from the men and incredulous gasps from the women. Grinning broadly, she sat down. When Eve finally told her the five minutes was up, she just smiled again and reached for her margarita.
A few seconds later, Ginny said, "That was fun. Guys, what do you have to offer?" she asked.
"What?" stammered Hal. "What are you saying?"
"You guys have seen us. Now it's your turn to show us," Ginny explained.
None of the men responded.
"Ladies," Ginny said. "Maybe these girls are not enough for the guys," she stated while hefting a breast in each hand. "Maybe they need more encouragement."
"Fuck," said Winnie. "Why the hell not," she concluded as she stripped off her top and tossed it behind her.
Within minutes, all six women were topless. I confirmed the symmetry of Eve's breasts.
"Okay guys," said Ginny. "That's all for now. It's your turn."
Nobody moved.
"Christ," stated Ginny. "How hard is it? Russ, come over here."
Russ did as he was ordered and stood in front of his wife. "You okay with this?" Ginny asked.
Russ nodded. Ginny untied the string of his suit, stretched the waist and pulled his suit down around his thighs. He was semi-erect.
"You can do better than that," Ginny said as she patted his erection. "Take off the suit and go sit down," she told him.
Once the shock had worn off, Eve pointed a finger at Jay and indicated he should come over to her. Entranced, Jay stood and stood in front of Eve. "You caused this," she said, "by not telling me." She stripped off his suit and pulled it off his feet.
Within minutes, all the men were naked.
