"So do you know what I found Liz doing at work today?" Rachel asked us between sips of beer as we sat around the little raised fire pit, watching the fire crackle away.
"No, what?" my wife asked her friend from under the blanket she shared with me on the two-person-wide lounge chair.
"She had her phone propped up under her desk and she was filming herself taking her panties off."
"At work?" Abby, our forty-six year old neighbor asked from where she sat, wrapped up with her husband on a wicker love seat.
"Uh huh. Some kind of internet challenge thing: you video yourself, live of course, taking your underwear off at work."
"And what, just flash the world your goodies?" my wife asked with a scowl.
"Not exactly," Rachel answered. "Apparently, the idea is to do it without flashing anything, but making it
very
close to doing so. I guess the closer you come to exposing something, or even letting it flash for a fraction of a second, gets you more likes. And that's the name of the game."
"Sounds kind of stupid to me," my wife said, still frowning. "Who'd want to see that?"
"Almost any guy." Tom, Abby's husband, chuckled. "You'd be surprised how many girls are doing those kind of challenges."
"And you know about this, how?" Abby asked her husband.
He shrugged. "Oh, I've seen a few videos of it."
"Dirty old man!" Abby said with a fake frown, punching her husband in the shoulder under the blanket she had over them. It wasn't all that cold, but since the girls were all in reasonably short skirts, and had all sweated it up a bit during the line dancing class my wife had talked me into, the blankets warded off the evening chill.
"So, since you're the expert. What kind of challenges do they do?" Evan, Rachel's tall, slender husband asked with a grin. "And where do I find these videos?"
"Hell, they're all over facebook and tic-tok. As far as what, everything from taking underwear off without getting undressed, to taking everything off behind a towel, and sometimes a see-through towel, to jumping up and down or dancing with no bra on. You'd be surprised. The idea is to be as close to flashing your body as possible without showing actual skin long enough to get the video banned for nudity. Though it seems lately that the number of crotch and boob flashes has been growing."
"And they do all that just to get people to like them on the internet? Seems like a waste," I said quietly.
"Right, like you aren't going to go check 'em out now?" Tom chided me.
"He better not!" my wife said, elbowing me.
"What's the matter Judy? Afraid your husband would see something he shouldn't?"
"He can look at whatever he wants, as long as it stays just looking," my wife answered her, though I knew damn well that she'd be pissed at me if I did more than glance at a good looking woman.
"This coming from the woman that I had to almost force to wear a dress above her knees?" Abby asked.
"That's not fair. Just because I don't wear short skirts..."
"Honey, you almost never wear a skirt," Rachel chided her. "Other than line dancing and church, when have you worn a skirt?"
"Well, not too often. I'm more comfortable in slacks."
"And you don't have to worry about anyone ogling your legs, right?" Abby asked. "You have good-looking legs. I don't understand why you're so afraid to show them off."
"I'm the HR director, not a coochie show!" my wife answered with a scowl.
"Coochie show? Damn woman! When have you ever heard that before?" Rachel asked. "I think you're really just a prude, like a lot of women your age. Trouble is, deep down, they're even more wild than today's kids. Tell me you never did anything wild in your younger years. Let's see; have sex in a car?" My wife was silent, which only seemed to embolden Rachel, the youngest of our little group that had taken to hanging out together. Rachel and Evan lived in the house directly behind ours, and were in their middle thirties. Rachel was the most outgoing of our little group, and worked in a law office downtown. Short skirts and tight shirts that molded to her little B- or C-cup boobs were pretty much the norm.
We'd only been in the neighborhood for about six months, moving to town after a well- coordinated effort by my company to transfer both of us at the same time, which was the only way we'd agree to change towns. Once we landed here, we made friends with Rachel and Evan, since our yards butted against each other, and also with Tom and Abby, a middle-forties couple that lived across the street. They were still almost fifteen years younger than we were, but they seemed to enjoy our company and neither seemed to think we were nearly as old as the calendar said we were. Both women also seemed to enjoy needling my wife, trying to push her to dress and act more the age she looks, rather than the age she actually is.
"Well, based on the silence, I'd say she has," Rachel said to Abby. "Let's see. Um, skinny dipping?" Silence again. "Ohhhh naughty girl. Naked hiking?"
"Okay stop!" my wife said. I could tell, even in the dim light of the rope lights, strung around the pergola over our patio, that she was blushing.
"Wow. See? I told you, it's always the prudish ones that are the wildest!" Rachel chided her. "Any other little naughties you want to clue us in on? How about it, Alex? Anything you wanna tell us your wife did in your younger years?"
"Don't say a word!" my wife warned, pressing her elbow hard into my ribcage. "Not if you want to live!"
"What? Wait, what is it she did she doesn't want you to say?" Rachel asked quickly.
"Uh uh. I don't want to spend the night on the sofa." I chuckled.
"Come on Judy! Spill!" Abby chided my wife.
"No!" my wife said, shaking her head. I could tell that she was blushing heavily and soon had her face covered, remembering back to when we were quite a bit younger.
"Come on Alex! Spill!" Abby pressed. "It's gotta be good, or she wouldn't be this embarrassed."
"Let's just say it was a bit embarrassing for both of us," I answered.
"That much I can tell. Come on! Tell us Judy!"
"I can't!" my wife said as she held her face in her hands.
I shook my head and chuckled. Maybe spending the night on the sofa wouldn't be so bad. "Years ago she and I went hiking in this little, out of the way, conservation area. We were the only car in the parking area when we got there, and according to the map it was the only way into the trails. We'd only been married a few months and it was a nice, spring day, a bit warmer than this, and being a horny young man, I dared her to go topless while we hiked. She didn't want to, but after a little back and forth, eventually we dared each other to actually go completely naked. We didn't have a backpack or anything to carry our clothes in, so we stashed them behind a log alongside the trail."
"That doesn't sound so bad. In fact, it sounds like fun," Abby said with a naughty little grin.
"Oh, that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that when we came back our clothes were gone. At first, we thought someone stole 'em. With little other choice we headed back to where we parked, but there wasn't anyone else there. It was just us. We were really confused. So we walked back to where we stashed the clothes again, thinking maybe we forgot the place or something. Then I found my keys down the hill, and then my wallet. A little bit later we found my shorts, and a little further on we found part of her clothes, completely destroyed. Something had torn them all up. Well, when she rolled her clothes up, she put her underwear inside the pocket of her shorts, and something decided it wanted her underwear. She ended up having to ride all the way home, right through town, completely naked. All she had was a ripped-up shirt to hold over her boobs and a few strips of her shorts to lay in her lap. Needless to say, by the time we got home I was more than ready to do it again!" I finished to the sound of everyone but myself and my wife laughing and a sharp jab in the ribs from my wife.
"You didn't have to tell them that last part," she hissed.
"Come on, they were going to guess it anyway. Besides, you can't tell me something like that never happened to anyone else," I said as the laughter died down.
"Okay. To be fair, one time I was out with some friends," Abby said. "They convinced me to sneak into this yard and swim in the pool. We were all going to, all four of us. So, we snuck into the yard and all stripped down naked. They waited until I was naked and pushed me into the pool, and then took off with my clothes. So there I was, naked and wet, and no clothes to wear."
"Shit! What did you do?" My wife asked quietly.
"Well, when they left, they tripped the motion lights, so not only was I naked, now I was spotlighted. As if it couldn't get any worse, the son of the owner came out and found me out there trying to hide in the bushes."
"Ohhhhh damn!" Rachel said. "You never told me any of this."
"Why would I?" Abby answered.
"So, what did you do?" my wife asked.
Abby turned her head to face her grinning husband. "That's easy. I made him take off all his clothes and give them to me, and then I married him!" That got a laugh from all of us.
"So everyone does silly things. But at least when we did it, it wasn't splashed all over the internet. I mean, once it's out there, it's out there forever!" my wife said.
"That's true. But it still sounds like fun to do. I mean, I bet Alex wouldn't mind watching me try to take my underwear off without flashing him," Rachel said.
"He'd probably actually prefer if you did accidently flash him." Abby laughed. "That's what'd happen, right?"
"Oh, I'm sure I could take my panties off without flashing anyone," Rachel said with a shrug. "It's the bra that would be hard. At least for anyone that has big boobs."
"You mean like you and Judy?"
"Uh huh." Rachel grinned. "No way you can do it without flashing anything. In fact, I bet you can't even take off your undies without flashing your goodies."
"You really think so?"
"I'm pretty sure," Rachel chided her back.
"Alright. What's in it for me? What do I get if I do?" Abby asked.
"What do you want? Money? Fame?"
Abby grinned. "Tell you what. If I can take off my underwear and bra, without flashing my nipples or kitty, Evan has to flash me his junk."
"Hey! Leave me out of this!" Evan said quickly.
"Uh uh. You wanna watch the show, you gotta pay up," Rachel said with a wicked little grin. "I've seen the bulge you get when we're in the hot tub and you're looking at me in my bikini. Besides, she's always bragging how big you are. How about giving me a little look?"
"You really want my husband to flash you? Seriously?"
"It's just for fun, right? I mean, how much can we really see while he's got a long tail shirt on? A few little glimpses while he takes off his underwear?"
