My friend Dan and his wife Alice are from Europe. He and I often meet for coffee and talk. One time, he mentioned a vacation they took to a beach on the Mediterranean. Immediately I wondered if it was a topless beach. So I blurted out, "So, were you in a speedo and did Alice go topless?"
My friend laughed and said it wasn't that kind of a beach, and besides he didn't think his wife would go topless. I smiled and said, "No, tell her she's lovely and that I said she should."
And they we changed the topic, and nothing more was said about it.
Months passed, and we continued to meet and talk, but that subject didn't come up again. Occasionally, Alice would join us or I'd be at their home, and I always enjoyed watching her and imagining that she was topless on a beach.
Last week, Dan invited me to his home for dinner. Afterward we were sitting in their livingroom, and Dan mentioned that he and Alice were taking a vacation to the Greek isles.
I couldn't resist. "Oh, aren't they famous for nude beaches?" I asked.
Alice turned three shades of red, and Dan laughed. "I suppose," he said, "but I'm not sure we'll be at any."
"Well, if you do go to one," I said, "take a picture of Alice for me."
Alice laughed and so did Dan, and I thought that was that and the subject was closed.
Dan looked at me and then at Alice and said, "I don't see why you have to wait that long to see Alice topless."
My eyes opened wide. Alice's eyes opened wide.
Dan motioned to his wife, "Why don't you let Bill see you topless now?"
Alice shrunk back into the sofa and took a posture that said, "no way." But Dan wouldn't let it go. He kept up, "Come on Alice, Bill's our friend, and you know how we did talk about the possibility of nude beaches in Greece."
"What better opportunity to test yourself and see if you'd do it?"
Alice looked as if she wanted to disappear. But here's what I didn't know. Unknown to me, Dan had told Alice about my question months ago, and he had been teasing her about my interest in seeing her tits. He told me later that it had become a little game between them and that sometimes she would tell him that maybe she would do it. It even became a way to get aroused when they had sex.
But at the time, I wasn't sure what to make of the situation in their living room. There was a husband asking his wife to strip to the waist for me. And the wife was reluctant, to say the least.
Dan got more stern, "Alice, we've talked about all this before, and I think it's unfair of you to get Bill aroused like he must be by now and then to refuse this simple request."
Alice's head shook from side to side. But I couldn't tell if it was a "no" motion or if she was just trying to clear her head.
"Alice," Dan said, "why don't you go into the bedroom and change into the bathing suit you bought for the trip?" By now, Alice's breathing was heavy. She got up and walked toward their bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, I looked at Dan, "Oh my god, Dan, are you serious?"
"I mean, I don't want her to do anything against her will."