A few years ago in the summer, my wife Britney and I moved from the city to suburbs. The week we moved in, we got a visit from our next-door neighbors, who turned out to be a young couple like us, Karen and Russell. We exchanged pleasantries and they invited us to dinner at their house, which led to us inviting them over the week after, and the four of us basically got to know each other.
Russell was a big good-looking guy, and he was in brand management like me. We became friendly, although neither of us considered each other good friends. Britney and Karen hit it off right away, though, and soon the two of them became incredibly close. Karen would always be over at our house, or Britney would be over at Karen's, and it became a joke between Russell and me about whose turn it was to go get his wife from the other's house.
I didn't mind Karen hanging at our house too much, though. She's funny and a good talker, but she's also incredibly hot: slim figure with, and all her morning runs have given her shapely legs and a slim figure, and she has mouth-wateringly large tits that almost burst out of any top she wore. That's not to say my wife isn't also attractive: Britney is a petit bombshell with a perky set of B-cup tits and a tight ass that I still loved after four years of marriage. In fact, I could tell Russell also enjoyed checking her out when we were all together, so I felt more comfortable quietly ogling Karen.
Anyway, after about a year in the neighborhood, Karen and Russell invited us to go on a weekend trip with them to a lake house that they had just bought. I was inclined to pass on the invitation, since I didn't want to lose a whole weekend sitting around a lake with Russell, but Britney insisted we go, so I agreed. At least I would get to see Karen in a swimsuit all weekend, I figured.
On Saturday morning, the four of us climbed into Karen and Russell's SUV and headed to the lake house. The drive was fun, with Karen and Britney in charge of the music and singing along to terrible Top 40 songs, and Russell and I sitting up front talking about the Packers.
As we got close to the house, Britney said, "Hey, Russell and David, when we get there, can you guys unload the food? Karen and I are gonna get as much sun as we can before dinner."
"Sure, we'll do all the work," I smirked, and Russell laughed. Britney reach up and slapped me on the arm.
The rest of the tip, Britney and Karen talked about sunbathing strategies. Russell and I listened in for a while, especially when they were talking about what type of bikinis work best. I definitely enjoyed hearing Karen describe her swimsuits and how she avoids tanlines, and I'm sure Russell enjoyed hearing Britney discuss it as well.
When we got to the house, which was a small but well-designed two-floor cabin, Russell and I dutifully unloaded the car while Karen and Britney ran upstairs to freshen up and get into their bathing suits.
The trouble all started when I finished loading all the food and drinks into the refrigerator. Russell was had finished his part and had gone to the garage to find some umbrellas and a grill. I had nothing left to do, so I decided to go upstairs and freshen up myself. I assumed that Britney and Karen had already finished changing and were down at the lake, so I went upstairs to Britney and my room. Since I assumed that no one was there, I opened the door without knocking and walked right in.
To my shock, Britney and Karen were standing in the room. Britney was wearing her bathing suit, but I only barely noticed that because Karen was standing there with her bikini in her hands and wearing absolutely nothing.
For a second the three of us just stood there, the two of them staring at me while I stared at Karen's naked body, which was even more stunning than I had imagined. She had a perfect pair of tits, full D-cups with big puffy nipples, and a slim tummy leading down to neatly trimmed pussy.
Finally, Britney shrieked "DAVID!" at me. But Karen did nothing to cover up. In fact, she just laughed!
"It's okay," she said, not moving a muscle to hide herself. "It's just a body!"
"Besides," she added, smiling at me, "it looks like he likes what he sees!"
"David, GET OUT!" Britney shouted again. This time I did as she said. Even seeing a naked Karen isn't worth a furious wife. I ran out the door and shut it behind me.
From downstairs, I could hear Russell shout, "everything all right?"
"Yeah," I shouted back, trying to act like I didn't just see his wife naked. "Just, uh, just slipped a bit."
I went back to my room and got dressed for the lake. I waited until I heard Britney and Karen walk outside their rooms and downstairs, so I wouldn't have to see them both alone again. I could hear Britney saying, "I'm SO sorry," and Karen reassuring her, "It's alright, I'm not a prude. The opposite, in fact. Hey, listen, if you want..." and then their voices disappeared down the stairs.
I waited another minute and then joined everyone downstairs. Karen, with her bikini now on and a long shirt over it, smiled and winked at me when she saw me, while Britney gave me the evil eye. Russell didn't seem to suspect anything.
We headed to the lakeshore and set up our blankets. Karen and Britney stripped down to their swimsuits. Karen looked dynamite in her little pink bikini, and it looked even more tantalizing now that I knew what was under it. But I appreciated how long Russell's eye wandered over Britney, who was wearing a more conservative black bikini but still looked fantastic with her cute butt and perky breasts.
We spent the afternoon lounging around and swimming. Britney seemed in a good mood, hanging out and even flirting a bit with Russell, so I hoped she had gotten over it. But around four, Russell and Karen decided to take a walk along the shore line and left Britney and me alone. As soon as they walked away, Britney's mood soured and I could tell she was still mad.
I decided to speak first, although looking back, that was probably my biggest mistake. "Hey, don't be mad at me," I said. "It's not my fault you guys were naked in our room."
"I'm not mad at THAT," she snapped back. "I'm mad at how much you ENJOYED it."
I shrugged. "Well, she looks good naked, what can I say?"
That wasn't the best thing to say. Her face darkened even more. She read in silence until Russell and Karen came back, and then she was all smiles again.
In fact, for the rest of the day, Britney ramped up the flirting with Russell, joking with him, rubbing suntan lotion on him, and horseplaying around with him and Karen. I didn't mind it too much, since I could tell she was just trying to make me jealous.
At the end of the day, we gathered our equipment and headed back to the cabin.
When Britney and I got back to our room, her demeanor turned cold again. I could tell she was still mad.
"Look," I said. "Please don't stay mad at me this whole trip. What can we do here?"
"Actually," she said, as if she had been expecting me to say this. "I've been thinking about it, and I think that, if you got to see Karen naked, it's only fair that Russell gets to see ME naked."
