My wife Krista and I live in a small suburb outside San Francisco, mostly made up of young tech professionals like us who can't afford to live in the city. This story happened several months ago, about a few years after our marriage.
Krista is the kind of girl who likes being active in her community, and as soon as we moved she joined the social board of our town association. It was mostly event planning, with a couple of fundraisers, but it kept her in touch with things and active while she looked for a job. She quickly became the social board chair, thanks to her energy and cheerful spirit, although it didn't hurt that she was a knockout of the "girl next door" type that people usually fall all over to impress.
The biggest event the town hosted was the New Years Eve party, which had grown into the region's biggest event over the past couple of decades. It was held at the Event Center and featured an open bar and its own dropping ball, and was packed with almost a thousand people.
For the past few years, the New Years Eve party was hosted by two guys who had grown up in the town, Peter and Bill. Peter was a handsome, tall guy who would dress as Father Time, wearing robes and a long white beard. Bill was a big fat guy who was the town clown, he would dress as the New Year Baby, wearing just a cloth diaper and a sash that said "Happy New Year." Together at 11:59 they would come on stage and lead the crowd counting down to the new year.
One evening in September, I got out of work early and came to pick Krista up at her social board meeting. As I walked in, they were on the topic of the NYE party. Krista was at the head of the table, leading the meeting. I recognized a couple of them from parties: Peter, Doug, Benny, Jill (a cute pixie looking girl whose bossiness made her even cuter).
"One last thing," Krista said. "Unfortunately, Bill is moving to Los Angeles next month to be a big movie star, so he won't be hosting the party with Peter."
There were groans. "But it's tradition!" someone said. "Peter, tell him to come back for the party!"
Peter shrugged. "I tried, but he doesn't think he'll have the money. I don't think we should count on him."
"It sucks," Krista said. "But if anyone has ideas or wants to volunteer to host with Peter, talk to him."
Jill suddenly piped up. "Krista, YOU should do it!"
People laughed and whistled. "Yeah, Krista should host!"
Krista grinned, a little proudly. "Well...I guess I can, if there's not a better idea."
Everyone reacted with surprise and enthusiasm. "I think that would make it the best New Years Eve ever!" Peter said, grinning.
The meeting wrapped up shortly afterward, and Krista joined me in the parking lot. As we drove home, I decided to tease her. "Wow, everyone got excited about the idea of you hosting," I said.
"Oh, they're just being polite," she said. "Although it's nice they think I could be a good host."
"Well, I think they're just excited about you wearing just a sash..." I said.
Krista suddenly blushed. "OH!" she said. "NOW I get it. Oh my god, is that what they meant?"
I laughed. Krista could be a little innocent sometimes. "Well, there's no backing out now, you gave your word."
"Har har," she said. "Obviously they don't actually expect that."
"What do you think they expect a baby to wear?"
"I'll just wear the sash over my dress."
"That doesn't sound like what a baby would wear," I said.
"What are YOU pushing this for?" Krista turned to me. "You want the whole town to see my boobs?"
I didn't, really, but I liked teasing her, so I kept going.
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time you got topless in public." A few months ago I had convinced Krista to take her top off sunbathing during a trip to the Caribbean.
"That's totally different," she said. "Being one of fifty topless girls on a foreign beach is totally different from being the only topless girl in front of everyone we know."
"Yeah, you'll get more attention this way."
"Wow, I didn't know THIS side of you!" she said. "You sound excited about me showing everyone my boobs! Is that what you want?"
She started pulling off her shirt. "Does this turn you on, you pervert?" she said, in mock anger, as she revealed her white lace bra.
We were pulling into our driveway, which was fairly private, but I kept up the joke. "Be careful! People are going to see!"
"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" she said. "This is what you dream about!" And with that, she yanked off her bra, and out popped her beautiful C-cup breasts. Before I could react, she jumped out of the car and ran into the house, her naked tits bouncing freely as she ran down the driveway. I chased her inside and we had incredible sex.
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The next social board meeting was a couple of weeks later. I happened to leave work early again and again arrived to pick up Krista while they were still in the meeting. I sat down in the back of the room and listened.
"So if it's all right with everyone, I'll host it with Peter," Krista was saying. "And just so we're clear, I'll be wearing something under the sash."
There were scattered boos, which confirmed my initial suspicion.
"That's not the way Bill would have done it," Peter joked.
"But what about the tradition!" Doug shouted.
"It's tradition to have a fat guy doing it, Doug," Krista retorted.
"Sometimes traditions change," Doug said right back. Everyone, including Krista, laughed.
"Let's compromise," Peter said. "We'll both just wear a sash." Again more laughter.
"Jill, back me up here," Krista pleaded.
"Don't look at me," Jill said. "I want to see your boobs as much as the guys do."
The whole meeting broke down into giggles and innuendo after that.
On the way home, Krista seemed lost in thought.
"You thinking about your baby costume?" I asked.
She smiled. "No. Everyone's just having fun."
Then, after a pause, she added, "...but I guess it's flattering."
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I missed the next couple meetings, but when I arrived to pick Krista up for a November meeting it was much more subdued. Apparently tickets for the NYE party were not selling great. Usually tickets sold out within days, but this time they were still only half sold. At that rate, with the cost of the open bar, the party would lose money for the first time ever.
Some people suggested that the economy was making people more frugal, others suggested that people were just holding out longer this year. Regardless, everyone seemed a little depressed.
People batted around ideas for a while on how to increase ticket sales. Raffling off prizes or offering free food was suggested but none of them stuck.
Finally, after a moment of silence, Krista jokingly said. "Maybe I SHOULD wear the baby costume."