I love having a pool. It's great for entertaining when people come over, and even better for warm evenings when there's just the two of us. I love going skinny-dipping at night, with or without my husband, Dave. There's one think I've always refused to do, however, and that's to go naked in front of guests.
"In your dreams!" has always been my response. Not that I'm ashamed of anything, mind you. At 35 years old, my 34C breasts are still very round and perky. My tummy is also nice and flat thanks to all the running I do. And my ass, if I do say so, looks pretty hot in the small red bikini I have.
So when I stood there, alone in my room, wearing only the bottom piece of my red bikini, you might be surprised to learn my next move was to walk out of the room, completely topless to join the pool party!
But it WAS his birthday, after all.
Dave's Birthday Present.
By K. Gardner.
"You can do this," I told myself, my hand on the bedroom doorknob. I looked back at the red bikini top I'd left on the bed. What the hell was I thinking?
I thought back to last summer, to the time I ALMOST exposed myself in the backyard. I was laying there reading a book and enjoying the warm sun. I had stripped off my bikini and put it beside my lounge-chair. Dave, who was swimming, got out and went into the house. I got a sense he was up to something, so on a hunch I picked up my towel and covered my naked body and went back to reading. A moment later I heard two sets of footsteps sneaking up behind me. I smiled.
"Hi Karen," a voice said. It was Dave's best friend, Sid.
"Hello, Sid," I said cheerfully. "You're lucky. If you had gotten here a moment earlier you would have caught me naked!"
The two men smiled and I gave my husband a wink. Nice try.
I remember when I was done my book, I worked up the nerve to stand up and walk into the house holding the towel in front of me. I effectively halted their conversation and gave them a clear but brief view of my bare ass as I walked away. I was SO turned on!
Since then, I've had many fantasies about strutting around naked in front of his friends - showing off my big tits and little round ass. It's been a good source of masturbation material for a long time, but I'd never actually considered doing it until today. Today I was standing in my bedroom while all Dave's male friends were partying in the backyard. Nobody was expecting me to walk down the hall and out the patio door with my bare tits hanging out.
My hands were literally shaking. I felt like I was going to be sick. I could hear voices and laughing through the door. I knew once I walked out that door, there was no turning back. There was no way to say "oops, I just forgot my top." I looked down at my boobs. As if I wasn't about to draw enough attention, my light brown nipples were completely hard. I thought about walking out with my arms folded in front of me - at least at first. "No," I thought. "Fuck it." And with that I pulled the bedroom door open and walked out.
As I walked down the hall the bathroom door opened and Dave's friend Dennis walked out.
"Hi Kar..." he began to say. His words caught in his throat.
"Hi Dennis," I replied.
"I, uh, I was just..." he sputtered.
"Using the bathroom?" I offered.
"Yes," he said. "You know, you, um..." Dennis said as he gently pointed to my bare chest.
"Yes," I said, "I know. It's my birthday present for Dave."
Dennis stood there frozen for a minute. Suddenly we both burst into laughter.
"That's fantastic!" he said.
"Think he'll like it?" I asked, "'Cause I can't take it back."
"He'll fucking love it!" Dennis said. He couldn't take his eyes off my chest.
I carried on down the hall, my confidence a little higher now, until I reached the patio door. I paused before I opened it. "This is it," I said to myself. I took a deep breath and slid the door open. A hush fell over everyone as I stepped into the sunlight.
"Whoa," I heard someone say. Someone else whistled and then, at once, twelve men cheered and applauded. My face turned beet red! I quickly walked up to Dave who was standing at the grill and stood close to him. His jaw was hanging open, and his eyes were nearly popping out of his head. I couldn't believe what I just did.
"Holy shit," he said.
"Do you like it? I did this for you," I told him. Dave got the biggest smile I've ever seen.
"Y-ya," he replied, "I like it." He gave me a big kiss. He was still a little stunned. "Um, are you going to stay like that?" he asked.
"Do you want me to?" I asked. Dave kept staring at my tits. He probably couldn't believe what he was seeing. Here I was, his conservative little wife, who swore she would never go topless in front of anyone but him, standing beside him completely topless in front of a dozen men. For a moment I was worried. Maybe after all his big talk, he really didn't want all his friends seeing his wife's bare tits.
But after only a moment, Dave nodded his head in agreement. "Ok, then," I said. "I'll stay like this."
For the next few minutes, I stayed close by Dave's side. We both stood there in silence, grinning like a couple of kids.
"I can't believe you're doing this," he whispered.
"Me either," I whispered back.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Nervous. My hands are still shaking," I answered. I really was still very nervous, although with each passing minute I grew a little more relaxed.
"Why don't you hand out some beers?" Dave asked. I knew he just wanted to show me off. I thought about it and figured if I forced myself to walk around I'd be less nervous. I took a deep breath and walked over to the cooler. Two of Dave's friends were standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh, hi, Karen," said Phil mockingly, "Nice day out isn't it?"
I tried hard to resist the urge to wrap my arms around my exposed tits. Instead I reached into the cooler and pulled out a few cans of beer. I stood up again and looked Phil right in the eye. "Yes it is!" I said.
I walked over to the next small group of men and held out a can of beer to each man. Each man thanked me and quietly opened their beer. I could feel their eyes on my tits. I wondered if this is what a stripper feels like.
As I walked back to the cooler I looked down at my chest. Every step I took gently shook and giggled my bare breasts. In the harsh sunlight of the afternoon there was no detail of my chest that you couldn't see. From my still rock-hard nipples and every bump on my light-brown areolas to the two tiny freckles on my left boob, I was completely on display.
I continued to hand out drinks to the men. The more I relaxed the more I noticed how quiet they were when I approached them. I began to feel a little powerful.
I decided to take a break and go to the washroom. I went into the house, around the corner and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me. As I sat down to piss I could hear voices through the small bathroom window.
"God she's hot!" I heard a man say. "Dave's a lucky bastard!"
"I'd love to fuck her seven different ways," said another voice. Those words actually surprised me! I couldn't believe how blunt the men were.
"Where did she go?" asked the first voice.
"Aw, she probably got tired of us starin' at her tits. I bet she comes back with her top on," said the second voice.
"Ya that would suck," said the first voice, "those tits are fucking perfect!"
I was literally shocked to hear these me talking so boldly about me! I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I stood there admiring my own tits. The truth be told, I was really flattered and turned on by the comments the men had just made. I pushed my tits together, and played with my nipples in front of the mirror. For a moment I thought about masturbating before I left the bathroom, but decided to wait.
When I left the bathroom I saw Dave by himself in the kitchen. I walked up to him and gave him a big kiss.
"You are such a good wife," he said to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my bare chest against his.
"Do you like that I'm topless in front of your friends?" I asked him, grinning.
Dave smiled back and ran his hands over my bare back. "You are SO fucking sexy," he said. He dropped his hands down and grabbed my little ass with both hands.
"Mmmm!" I cooed, "That feels nice!" I continued to hug him tight and started to kiss his neck. I felt his hands all over my ass and without warning he slipped his hand down the back of my bikini bottom. I gasped. I felt his cock grow hard in his swim trunks.
"That's all yours," I whispered in his ear, "that tight little ass is all yours."
I felt Dave slip his hand between my round ass cheeks and felt a finger press against my asshole. My body tightened. I stopped kissing his neck while I waited for his next move.
"Turn around," I heard him say.
"Dave!" I whispered, "Your friends are right out that door! Someone could walk in and second!"
I felt Dave's take my hips and turn me around. I felt his hand on my back as he gently bent me over the kitchen counter.
"Dave!" I protested. I bent in half, feeling the cold kitchen counter-top on my bare tits. I felt him pull my small bikini-bottom to one side, and felt a wet finger slide between my ass-cheeks.
