(Tom)
"Tomorrow is WHAT?" I asked. Surely I'd heard wrong.
"Nude Day!" Karen said, giggling.
"That's not a real holiday," I said.
"It is, look!" She handed me her phone. It was on some website that said that tomorrow was indeed Nude Day.
"This can't be real," I said.
"The guys said the resort is having an event for it tomorrow," she said. The guys she was referring to were Aaron and Jake, two of her fellow salespeople for the business research company they worked for. They'd had some sort of conference here in Miami for the weekend. She'd gotten her own hotel room as the only woman in the group, and I'd come along as a much needed vacation.
I also joined because I didn't trust Aaron and Jake one bit. They were both recently out of college, a decade younger than me and Karen, and absolutely infatuated with her. At every work function of theirs I'd attended over the couple years Karen has been working with them, I watched them follow her around like puppy dogs. They employed every trick in the Horny Guy Book. They'd follow a step behind her wherever she walked, drooling over her tight ass and swaying hips. They'd circle in front of her whenever she was still, hoping to catch a better glimpse of her perky breasts when she'd bend over. They'd insist on taking pictures with her whenever she showed even a little cleavage (which was pretty often, as Karen's breasts were above average in size, so didn't fit snugly under most tops she wore).
Karen insisted the three of them were just good friends. She knew they had crushes on her, but she made them keep it professional. They were the only other people on the sales team who didn't try to poach her sales, she said. They cheered her up when a sale fell through. And on and on. But I was no idiot. I'd spent plenty of my life as a horny single guy, I was wise to their games, even if she wasn't.
It didn't help matters that she insisted on teasing them from time to time. I knew she liked the attention her two younger colleagues showered on her and she didn't personally mind them leering at her body. She said that if they never took more than they were given, and being good friends and hot-blooded males, she was glad she could make them happy without doing much more than wearing a low-cut shirt. Whenever they had a work function, it was guaranteed both of the guys would post pics of them with Karen there, the shot angled as high as possible to show as much of her cleavage as they could. I laughed at how predictable it was, but at the same time felt full of pride that they were so desperate and that she'd always end up with me every night.
"But I'm leaving tomorrow," I said.
"I know, baby," she said. "And we'll miss you." Their team had closed so many deals at the conference, that the company extended their stay another night so they could have a day off to enjoy the resort and celebrate. They obviously wouldn't pay to change my flight too, though, or convince my boss to give me the day off. So I had to fly back in the morning, and leave my beautiful wife in a tropical paradise with two guys extremely horny for her. I'd been upset thinking about her spending the day with them in her bikini, and now I knew there'd be nudists everywhere.
"Just don't let them talk you into anything," I said.
"Oh please," she said. "I know they'll try and joke about me joining Nude Day, but you shouldn't worry."
I was worried. She couldn't convince me not to be. It kept me awake long after I heard her sleeping next to me. I finally passed into a fitful sleep well after midnight.
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(Karen)
I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed for the first time in a long time. Three days of working a conference will do that to you, since setup started at 8 and post-conference dinner and drinks (where most of the actual deals get closed) didn't wrap up until midnight sometimes. Add in the stress of preparing for the conference the week before, and I hadn't been able to relax in forever. But now I could, and I was going to make the most of it.
I bounced over to the window and threw open the shades. Tom immediately groaned behind me.
"Sorry babe," I squeaked and shut them again. "Didn't sleep well?"
He just groaned in reply. I felt sorry for him, he came all the way out here and we didn't get to spend that much time together because I was so busy. In fact, we'd only tried to have sex once, and neither of us finished because I was so tired. I was thinking maybe we could make up for that this morning before he left, but he was way out of it and I wanted to enjoy the sun. I'd just have to live with being horny.
I fished my bikini out of my suitcase and put it on. I'd packed it with the hope that I could get use it this morning before heading back, and I was thrilled that I'd get a full day in the sun instead. We really killed it this weekend, and our boss said to go ahead and enjoy the resort, charge it to the room, and the company would pay for it. My plan was to spend all day laying out in the sun and trying every tropical drink this place could imagine.
I giggled to myself as I remembered that today was a "very important and special holiday", as the guys put it. I certainly had no plans on getting naked, even if it was Nude Day. Maybe if I was still single and maybe if I wasn't with my coworkers, I'd consider going topless for a bit. But I wasn't and I was, so I figured this would just be some extra entertainment for the day. Seeing some naked people would be amusing, and watching Jake and Aaron go gaga over the naked women would definitely be hilarious.
They were horny little devils and I knew it. They were super friendly to me as soon as I started this job. I was no stranger to having a couple dorks drool over my body, so I just leaned into it, as I had no friends at the company. We started hanging out a lot, going to lunch together, chatting during the day, occasionally grabbing drinks after work, that sort of thing. Our friendship started as them trying to get in my pants, but soon we were all emotionally involved with each other's lives. Sure, they would sometimes lament the fact that I was married, but what can you do.
They didn't stop trying to get in my pants of course. It just switched from being a serious thing to being a long running joke. For example, when I first started there, they explained they were known as the Selfie Guys around the office and insisted on taking pics with me every couple days. I soon picked up that they did this whenever I was wearing a low-cut shirt. When they asked for more, I teased them that it was just for their spank bank. They only posted a tiny fraction of the pics they took of us together, I knew they were just jerking off over the rest. You should have seen their faces, kids caught in the cookie jar, I tell ya.
I didn't want them to actually feel bad, though, so I let them take the pics anyway. Soon the pretense dropped, and whenever they'd spot me showing some cleavage, they'd just ask if they could add it to their spank bank. I knew I probably shouldn't because I was married and these guys were clearly lusting over me, but I wasn't dead and still liked the attention. So I started getting into it, and I'd usually pop open another button (or two) before the pic and use my arms to lift and frame my boobs some.
One time, after a coworker poached a particularly large deal from Aaron, I opened my blouse all the way and let him take a pic of me in my bra. The bra wasn't see-thru or anything. It was a push-up bra, though, so the cups barely covered my nipples and left a ton of flesh bulging up over the top. I knew I probably shouldn't let my coworker take pics of me in my underwear, put I reasoned it wasn't really more than what he'd already seen since I'd been displaying a lot of cleavage for them on almost a daily basis at that point. Plus, it made his day and I was glad I could help.
I texted the guys to tell them I was heading to the pool. They responded they'd just woken up and would meet me down there. I threw on a tanktop over my bikini and headed out after giving Tom a farewell kiss and reminding him not to sleep through his plane. I ran into one of the new clients I'd signed on the way down. It was kind of embarrassing, since he was as old as my dad and I was only half-dressed. I kicked myself for not also putting on shorts, as my tanktop stopped short of my waist and I could feel his eyes boring into my backside as the elevator slowly clicked down. I knew he could probably see half of each cheek, but at least he was leaving, I told myself.
When we reached the lobby, I headed toward the outdoor pool and he headed to the exit (after watching me head to the pool of course). I discovered the resort was not kidding around about their Nude Day celebration. A huge banner over the doors to the pool announced the holiday, as well as a sign saying only adults were allowed in there today.
The pool was HUGE. We'd all gawked at it the first day, but hadn't had the chance to enjoy it yet. There was a swim-up bar in the middle and several more bars along the buildings on the side. I grabbed one of the couple hundred lounge chairs and laid down on my back. It was only mid-morning, but the sun was already bright. I was one of the first few people out here, and I watched the staff set up more decorations as I rubbed sunscreen onto my front. I had just finished up and was settling in when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Excuse me, miss?" the man said. I looked up to see him wearing a staff t-shirt. "I'm sorry, but the pool today is for the holiday celebration."
"Oh yeah," I said. "Nude Day? I saw. I don't mind. Nude people don't bother me."
"Well you see, the pool area is nude only for today," he said.
"Really?" I said. I didn't know they could do such a thing.
"Yeah," he said. "Nude Day is all about getting everyone on the same level. This isn't about looking at people who are naked, it's about being naked together and living without barriers."
"So you're saying I can't be out here unless I'm naked?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "If you're not comfortable with that, our indoor pool will remain clothed or you can head down to the beach." I sat unsure for a moment and he continued. "In any case, I'll give you a few minutes to decide, as you can see, we're still setting up." And with that he smiled and walked away.
I went over my options and none of them were good. The indoor pool meant losing out on the sun, and that was half the reason I was here. The other half was the free drinks, which I'd have to pay for down at the beach. And staying here meant getting naked with my coworkers. I'd planned on spending the day teasing them in my bikini. I'd chosen a rather skimpy one for that purpose. Having these two young guys drool over my married body got me hot and I planned to jump my husband when I got home tomorrow.
I had an idea. If I laid on my stomach and draped my towel over my butt, then I'd only have to take my top off and not actually show anything. My phone buzzed. It was Aaron, saying they were heading down and asking where I'd set up camp. I told him, then realized I had to quickly make a decision. I did not want them to be here when I undressed, so I quickly whipped my top off and laid down on my stomach. I was arranging my towel over my butt when I saw them enter. They quickly found me and walked over.
"Wow, you're already naked?!" Aaron yelled.
"No, I've still got my bottoms on under the towel," I said as they dropped their stuff in the lounge seats on either side of me. I kept my arms pressed to my sides so they couldn't see my boobs bulging out under me. I could feel their excitement seeing the entire expanse of my back naked to them and I felt really exposed laying there topless. "But they said we have to be naked to be out here."
"That doesn't seem right," Jake said. "It's probably just clothing optional."
"It's not," I said. "A guy came over and told me I'd have to get naked or leave."
"You can just admit you want to spend the day naked with us," Aaron said.
"Yeah, we won't tell Tom," Jake added.
