After the band had finished Sharon, Dan, Matt, and I enjoyed the summer night air with more drinks out on the gravel courtyard between The Raven pub and the barn where so much had happened during this incredible night. A cozy glow from the lanterns added to the sparkling ambience. We were all slightly drunk, the conversation had been entirely jovial, and flirtation between Sharon and all three of us had, understandably, become completely normalised. Dan and Matt thought nothing of openly talking about my wife's tits and how much they had enjoyed her company this evening; this only added to my delight at experiencing my fantasies becoming reality.
It was past midnight now, and a wooden table had been vacated on the lawn in front of us. We four, drinks in hand, went to claim it. Sharon sat down first and placed her drink on the table. In that moment, I thought it might be fun to sit opposite her and see which of the others would sit next to her.
As I sat down she appeared surprised at my actions, but she read my encouraging smile perfectly and flashed me a cheeky grin back. Dan sat next to her on the wooden bench, and Matt next to me.
Before we had even booked this long weekend away, I had asked Sharon what her fantasy was. She had wanted to make love in the woods, and we had done so after she first exposed her breasts to Dan and Matt. But during that conversation I had got the impression that it was not a burning desire for her and had perhaps been the first thing she could think of. Now, she had demonstrably embraced her role in my fantasy; but it was also clear doing so had awoken a true kink for her. She had added to the exhibitionism with this more physical and flirtatious play with other men. I had been finding this as exciting as she evidently was, and it felt like we were bonding even closer as we tentatively navigated the unspoken rules of this new and thrilling evolution. We were all tipsy and horny, yet I had no concern that it would go further than either she or I were comfortable with. It was in my best interests for Sharon to get as much fun from events that begin with her exposing her body to other men, because she would want to do it more. I could not have been happier, or more turned-on; this weekend had been perfect.
Sharon gently placed her hand on the top of Dan's thigh.
"I don't want this weekend to end," she mused wistfully. It struck me that her words were mostly intended to add nonchalance to her obvious flirting.
"Don't think about that until we have to, sweetheart," I said, smiling appreciatively at her.
"I know," she replied, rubbing her hand on Dan's leg as she spoke. "We can come back, right?"
"Of course, I'd love to, as soon as we can."
She looked to Dan, and then to Matt. "You guys will hang out with us again, won't you?"
"Fuck yes," exclaimed Matt, laughing.
"Of course we would," chuckled Dan. "You guys are a lot of fun." He gave her a friendly kiss on the top of her head, and she gripped his thigh in response, her hand raising slightly higher up his leg.
From the moment we had first met them, I knew that Sharon would appreciate Matt's rugged good looks; but it would be Dan's handsome face and long blonde hair that she would have a soft spot for. She clearly loved having both of their rapt attention, but I knew she really fancied Dan.
"I've got your number, Dan, but we'll all have to swap details before we go tomorrow afternoon," I said.
"Let's do it now, so we don't forget," Sharon suggested eagerly.
We all got our phones out and exchanged numbers.
"Hey! Sharon!" It was Emily heading over to our table.
Sharon waved enthusiastically at Emily. "I'm so glad you hadn't left yet," she said, standing to greet her.
Both women beamed at each other and kissed on the cheek.
"As if I would go without saying goodbye, sweetie," Emily said, sincerely. "In fact, I wanted to make sure I got your number, if you want to stay in touch?"
"I'd love to," Sharon replied, and took out her phone to swap with Emily.
"Thank you so much for your encouragement," said Sharon. "I would never have been able to do that without you."
"Oh please," smiled Emily, kindly. "You were amazing up there. I've never heard a crowd like it!"
"But really, thank you, I'm so glad we met."
"No problem, sweetie. I am too."
Emily turned to us guys. "I bet you three have enjoyed hanging out with the wet T-shirt winner?"
We all agreed that we had; and I wondered if Emily had seen how much we had been enjoying ourselves at the band.
DING DING DING
The Time Bell rang at the bar as a jarring reminder that this blissful, erotically charged, evening was ending.
Sharon groaned her displeasure. "I don't want the weekend to be over," she lamented.
"But you two will be back, right?" asked Emily.
"When we can make all the arrangements stack up, we will be," I replied.
"Excellent, then we can all hang out together again," smiled Emily. "Perhaps Sharon will give me a chance to regain my title!"
As we all laughed I delighted in my new reality where my wife can joke with another woman about showing off her tits to be judged by a crowd of cheering guys.
"It's the rematch we all want to see!" I jested, but inside I was utterly sincere.
"Until the next time, then," smiled Emily, "I have to go now."
She hugged and kissed us all, giving Sharon a tight squeeze. I was delighted that she had made another new friend from this evening.
As Emily headed away, Dan said that we had probably better start the walk back. We reluctantly agreed, got up from the table, and headed across the lawn towards the path in the trees. I turned to take one last look at The Raven pub, luminous in the night, before stepping into the forest.
Dan and Matt walked ahead of us as Sharon and I walked behind them, our arms around each other. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness in the forest, and the moon above the trail gently lit the way. Having been admiring her all evening, I felt deliciously conscious of the physical contact I had with Sharon's body as my arm rested on her hip. I lowered my hand and cupped her pert behind, rubbing and squeezing it. She looked up at me, smiling in the moonlight. Encouraged, I reached for her breast with my other hand, and gently massaged it as we walked.
As I felt the firmness of her breast in my hand, I thought of all the people who had seen her topless this evening. All the men cheering for a look at her tits, and here I was caressing them in my hand.
Sharon leant into my hands, clearly enjoying the touch. I felt privileged to have experienced what she had done for us this weekend. I was overcome with lust and love, and I wanted her to receive any and all desires that she may have.
I stooped to whisper in her ear. "Enjoy your last moments this weekend with Dan and Matt."
She did not reply, but I took my hand off her chest and pushed her towards the guys with the hand that had been groping her firm arse.
She stepped between Dan and Matt and held their hands. They both turned and smiled at her.
"Hey," said Dan.
"You all good?" asked Matt.
"Very good, thanks," she said. "I love the woods, especially at night".
"I do too," said Dan. "It's serene, but alive."
"That's exactly it," agreed Sharon.
"Dan and I are always hiking in the forest," said Matt, "but we don't night hike at all; we should fix that."
"We should, mate," Dan concurred.
"Well, we're here now," said Sharon, "and I feel serene and alive!"
We laughed, and Sharon turned her head to me.
"Honey, I'd love to walk through the woods topless, would you hold my clothes please?"
I confirmed that it would be my pleasure as I contemplated what a beautiful finale to the weekend's exhibitionism it would be to see my wife walk topless through the moonlit forest. I was gratified that my arousal at the prospect of other men seeing her body did not diminish through familiarity, after having had the fantasy realised so recently.
Indeed, I thrilled as if for the first time as we all stood and watched her remove her top in the silvery light. By now, we were all so comfortable with each other we happily gazed at her chest as she removed her bra. The pale skin on the exquisite curve of her breasts almost glowed in the moonlight and enhanced the view of her pert nipples that pointed so beautifully towards the night sky.
She handed me her clothes.
"Your breasts are so beautiful," Dan mused.
"Thank you, Dan," she replied, "I'm glad you like them."
Dan looked up to her face and seemed almost proud of her.
"You've made us all very lucky guys this weekend," said Matt, "Thank you for everything."
"It really has been my pleasure," she said with a pang of emotion in her voice. "I'm grateful to all of us."
She gave me a hug. "And the night air feels amazing on my tits!"
She turned and resumed her position between Dan and Matt, but this time she put her arms around their waists, and we headed off again.
Although I walked behind them, and therefore I could not see my wife's naked breasts as she walked between two other men, I savoured the tantalising view of her bare back, her soft golden curls resting on her skin, and the arms of Dan and Matt around her. I enjoyed the knowledge of how she would feel to them under their touch, and that they were looking at her topless whenever they turned to her.
The path widened and I positioned myself next to Matt. The others remained with their arms around each other. The view across Matt to see her breasts conspicuously leading the way as she walked entwined with the guys melted my heart and sent jolts of arousal to cock.
"What are you going to spend your prize money on, sweetheart?" I enquired. I was both genuinely curious and enjoyed referencing my wife's winning performance in the contest.
"I'm not exactly sure what it will be yet," she began, "but I'm going to buy something for the house, perhaps an ornament or figure, that only you and I know references this weekend and where the money came from to buy it."
"I love that idea," I said, genuinely delighted.
"That's very cool," agreed Dan.
"The secret hidden in plain sight," smiled Matt.
"And it'll be nice when I'm old to remember when these boobs were prize winners!" laughed Sharon; causing us all to look in appreciation at her chest.
"Worthy winners," said Dan.
"And a mind-blowing performance," I added, feeling my cock harden at the memory of my wife bringing herself to orgasm to entertain a baying crowd.
We came to a fork in the path. "This is me," said Matt, with a regretful tone.
The others let go of each other and we all stood in the trail.
"Thanks for an amazing weekend, mate" Matt said to me. We shook hands and then hugged.
"Thank you too, it's been one I'll never forget," I replied.
Matt turned to Sharon. "You have been spectacular, thank you for everything."
"It really has been my pleasure, Matt."
