Sooner than expected
 

Well things are moving a lot faster than expected. There have been multiple updates just in the past hour while I have been writing this, so if the timeline seems weird it's probably something that I wrote about what I was planning to do, actually happened, and then something else happened. Plus I am buzzing with excitement about how things are coming together.

I called Sue this afternoon and we had a great talk. She and Jeff totally understand the situation with Frank and want to help me. Apparently they are having the best sex of their lives and they credit me with breaking them out of the rut they were in.

Sue told me about the night that she had been out with friends, when we sent photos back and forth and she dared me to be a topless waitress. Jeff had texted her when he realized he was going to need to drive Frank home, and the two of them had cooked up the idea of her sending the photo of her flashing her tits in the bathroom to see what would happen. She said she was sorry that she had not given me a heads up, but I assured her that it was probably for the best, and that things had worked out so perfectly that I didn't think it could have gone any better.

We talked about the rest of the evening, and it turned out that she and Jeff had great sex that night, and like Frank and I, they woke up and had sex again first thing the next morning. We both laughed that we hadn't had this much sex since we were in our early 20's.

Then I brought up the idea of having the 4 of us get together for a fun evening sometime soon. Sue said that she and Jeff had talked about it a few times and were totally up for it. They had debated trying to set something up, but decided that since Frank was a wildcard, they would just let us (me) take the lead. She assured me that they both thought it would be fun, but they were a little worried that if we were all drunk and naked, it might be easy to slip up and end up revealing what had happened that first night when I slept over at their place.

I said that I was worried about that too, and that we should start slow. Definitely meet at our house, since there were so many specific memories on their pool table, in their kitchen, etc. Have some drinks, play some games, show some skin, but definitely no cross-couple contact unless Frank was the one suggesting it. Basically, just an ordinary couples get together, but with a near certainty that there would be some flashing and probably tame naked dares.

We agreed on the broad strokes and I said we could talk about the details when we figured out a weekend, which I thought would be a few weeks out.

That's when Sue said, "How about this Friday?"

It turns out that Sue's Mom had just called asking if she could take the kids on Friday night. She had seen a trailer for the new Jungle Book movie and wanted to take her grandkids for dinner, a movie and a sleepover.

What is it with me and Friday's?

I looked at my calendar and saw that on Friday night we were going to see my niece in a school play. I wasn't going to miss the play, I absolute adore my niece, and I'm the cool aunt who was in theater myself. But when I saw her this past weekend she had asked if we could come on opening night which is Thursday. Because it's a school night, they hadn't sold many tickets and it sucked performing to a half empty theater. I had forgotten about that discussion until just now.

I told Sue there was a chance and not to make other plans. I would call her back after I talked to Frank.

So if I could get Frank to agree to going to my niece's play on Thursday, then we are open on Friday. Problem is, Frank is an early riser on work days, and if we go to the play we won't get home until after 11, which is well past his bedtime on a weeknight.

Then I had a brainstorm. Not two minutes after Sue and I hung up, I was calling her back.

"Ok, here's my plan, but I need your help," I told Sue.

I would tell Frank about the kids spending the night at Sue's Mom's house on Friday night and that Sue sand Jeff wanted to get together for a fun night since they can sleep in on Saturday which was a rare treat. In the course of the discussion I would mention that I was looking forward to having them over because Sue owed us a big dare. I had pretended to Sue that I was super-embarrassed to be a topless waitress in front of her husband without her even being there. And she had to do the same dare.

Ok, this is where the timeline breaks, everything in this post up til now, happened in the past 24 hours, was written yesterday morning, and described me planning the get-together, and figuring out how to talk to Frank. But before I could post it, I found myself actually having the discussion with Frank. The rest of this happened when Frank got home last night.

Frank got home and changed out of his work clothes, and we met in the kitchen where I was looking through the fridge trying to figure out dinner. He massaged my butt affectionately and I responded with a passionate kiss

After a few minutes of catching up on each other's day, I mentioned that Sue and Jeff had a free night with no kids and wanted to get together this weekend. Frank said that sounded like fun and asked what I thought. I went into my theatric mode and said that Sue owed me big time, and I had been waiting for this opportunity to get her back.

Frank was confused and asked what I wanted to get her back for. I told him that it was for her daring me to be a topless waitress in front of her husband when she wasn't even there.

Frank was even more confused. "I thought when we talked about it, you said that you kind of enjoyed being a topless waitress..?"

"Yes, but Sue doesn't know that," I replied. "I thought you would like my idea," I said pouting a little.

Frank was truly bewildered. "I'm not sure what your idea is," he said carefully.

"I told Sue that I was really embarrassed when she dared me to be a topless waitress in front of Jeff a few weeks ago. So I dared Sue to either do ten minutes topless with just her and you boys, or 30 minutes topless but I would be there the whole time."

"You really said that to her? Seriously? What did she say?" Frank wanted to know.

"She said, 'I'll see you Friday,'" I replied. "I thought you would like my idea," I repeated with a smile.

"Sue really agreed to that?" Frank was still skeptical, but I could see he was excited.

"I don't know, I was just kind of screwing with her. But yes, I think she's going to some kind of topless waitress thing. She's pretty competitive."

About an hour later I mentioned that if we were going to get together with Sue and Jeff on Friday, we were going to have to go to my niece's play on Thursday night.

Frank said ok, with no hesitation and didn't even bring up that it was a work night.

Oh, the power of boobs...

The power of good boobs! Cannot wait to read the follow up.

Thought about it some today- I would love to be the pizza delivery boy if y'all were topless hosting and had a pizza delivered. That would be enough to make me actually want to deliver pizzas.

Good question
 

I'm not really sure. I'm not trying to get us into swinging, or at least I don't think I am.

I mainly want to be able to be myself with my husband, and that means from time to time getting a little crazy.

But I can't deny that the night I had with Sue and Jeff was a lot of fun, so I guess we will just see where it goes.

I already feel like I have made significant progress with Frank, and on some level I feel like him getting to see Sue's boobs is a form of payback that eases my guilt for that crazy night. I know that's just a rationalization, but it makes me feel a bit better. And if he ends up groping or sucking one of her boobs, that in some way we might be even.

As for this Friday, I'm really just hoping to have a fun crazy night with some friends and my husband.

Not really an answer, but that's where my head is at.

-Jane

Swinging and sharing with friends are very different lifestyles. My wife and I aren't swingers, but we do share with some close friends.

DR

like fish
 

You have us all dangling on the line.

I don't think I've ever checked back on a thread here as regularly as I have this one... The suspense is killing me.

Still looking forward to the latest update.

Wow
 

Just read through this thread and wow.... never posted before but Jane what a story.... again wow

Jane hasnt been here in a month. Hope all is well :/

Great stories Jane
 

Thanks for posting.

I cannot image your husband or any husband not being 100% onboard with the fun and games.
So long as he got to be an active participant and enjoy Sue in the same way Jeff has enjoyed you.

Wish my wife was more like you.

Looking forward to more of your stories.

Finally got time for an update
 

I hope you all haven't forgotten about me. I'm sorry to have been away for so long, the combination of family, work, graduation parties, and a family illness all conspired to keep me too busy to sit down and write an update to my recent adventures. I had to go back and read my last post to see where I had left off since it has been so long. Some of this happened a while ago so I will do my best to remember it all.

Thinking back, the thing that first got me out of my rhythm of posting updates every couple weeks was that after all our planning and scheming, Sue and Jeff had to cancel our plans for the Friday night get together where I had dared Sue to be a topless waitress for us. One of their kids had a fever and the grandparents didn't want to be exposed to something because they were leaving for a month long cruise the next week. That also meant that it took us a long time to reschedule with Sue and Jeff because their folks were the only babysitter they could get to take the kids overnight.

Frank and I have continued to have great sex and although we haven't sustained the frequency of those first couple months where we were fucking almost every day, we are still managing 2-3 times per week and definitely every weekend. I also continue to be flirty around the house. It has finally gotten warm where we live and so my normal outfit of thin t-shirt (no bra) and sweatpants, has been replaced with loose fitting jogging shorts.

Sometimes I will walk around in just a t-shirt and panties, especially on a lazy weekend morning, making coffee, doing the dishes etc. I tried going topless one time, but Frank was really uncomfortable that the neighbors might see me. I smiled and reminded him that part of the fun of being an exhibitionist is that people might see me. He said he understood that, but that he thought we should have some rules.

This was really interesting, we had never discussed rules before, in fact after the big talk we had a couple months ago when I told him some stories from my college years, we really hadn't discussed it at all. Even the discussion about Sue's flashing and would she go topless had stopped after our plans got canceled. I wondered if Frank had been thinking about things a lot over the past few months, or if he was just reacting to my tits being on display at 10am on a Saturday morning. It was the latter.

Frank's proposed rules were pretty simple. No neighbors. No family. No work friends. They don't see anything, and we don't discuss anything with them. I pointed out that Sue and Jeff lived in the same town, and he said, "you know what I mean."

"So no nude sun bathing on the deck," I said playfully.

"Exactly. And I encourage you to walk around naked in the house but please close the curtains first," he replied. He came up behind me and gave me a big hug.

"Deal," I told him. I didn't really want to be naked around our neighbors or Frank's family anyway, so it was fine with me. And Frank was clearly relieved that we had created boundaries so he could protect the conservative image that he wanted for us.

Mostly I wore a t-shirt during the day, because I liked the natural light, and sometimes in the evening I would shut the curtains and go topless or wear a sexy outfit. Frank calls them my "uniforms".

It has gotten to a point where the curtains have become a code or signal for each other that we are going to have sex that night. If either of us come home and discover that the other one has closed the blinds and curtains it's an instant turn on. I'm not kidding, I have felt myself get instantly wet as I open the front door and see that the curtains are drawn.

A couple weeks ago I came home from work to find the curtains were all drawn, so I immediately stripped naked left my clothes in a pile by the front door and walked into the kitchen to surprise Frank. He wasn't there. I went upstairs to the bedroom, no Frank. Checked the basement, the garage, he was nowhere to be found. I was starting to freak out a little. It started out sexy, but now I was running around the house naked looking in closets and checking under the bed. I heard my phone ring and answered it. It was Frank on his way home. Apparently we had left the curtains closed the night before :)

I calmed down, opened a bottle of wine and stayed naked. When Frank got home and I told him the story he almost pissed his pants he was laughing so hard.

So things are good with Frank and me, not just the sex, our whole relationship is in a really good place right now.

If you are wondering whether we were ever able to get together with Sue and Jeff, the answer is yes, and it ended up being a really fun evening, though not the evening we expected.

After we had to cancel our get together in mid-April, Sue and I immediately started comparing calendars to find a date for us to reschedule our party night. We ended up having to wait until Sue's parents came back from their cruise which was actually perfect because after being away for so long, they wanted to take the grandkids for a whole weekend which meant that we could party hard and late and still have a full day to recover. It also meant we would be getting together on yet another Friday night.

I preferred to get together at our house mainly because of my guilty memory of what had happened in Sue's basement on their pool table, but Jeff had connected his computer to his projection TV and Frank wanted to see it, and the truth is their house is built for a summer hang out. They have a great deck off the main level of the house, with a grill and patio furniture. But the way their property slopes you can also walk out of their basement to a small and very private cement patio. Jeff keeps a patio chair and ashtray out there for smoking cigars and occasionally weed.

Why am I telling you about Sue and Jeff's little patio? Well, keep your fingers crossed, but if a certain deal that Jeff is working on gets signed, he has promised to use his commission to buy a top of the line hot tub and make their private little patio into a hot tub paradise. And since you don't have to go through their house to get to the tub, they have graciously said that we can use it any time we want. And of course all five of us agreed that unless there were kids around, we would always go in the hot tub naked. So we are all rooting for Jeff to close his deal!

No that wasn't a typo. There are 5 founding members of the Nude Tub Club (we just need a tub). Ironically, Nude Tub Club sounds enough like New Tub Club that we frequently talk about it in public without anybody catching what we are saying. It drives Frank crazy, so Sue, Karen and I do it just to mess with him.

But I am getting a bit ahead of myself. I'm such a tease. Who the hell is Karen?

Back to the timeline:

A few weeks ago, Sue's parents returned from their cruise and wanted to take the grandkids for a whole weekend starting on Friday afternoon. Sue and Jeff were ecstatic to get a couple days of kid-freedom, and they immediately brought up the idea of us getting together.

I asked Sue if she and Jeff would rather just have a whole weekend to themselves, and she told me that they had discussed it for a couple days and one of the things they both really wanted to do was hang out with us. I asked Frank if he wanted to get together with Sue and Jeff and he was enthusiastically in favor, while trying to appear casual about it, "Sure, that sounds fun."

I looked at my watch and started a timer in my head. Frank didn't make me wait long. About 30 minutes later Frank casually asks if I ever settled that whole "topless waitress" thing with Sue.

Just to screw with him, I pretended like I had forgotten all about it. I actually said, "I'm so glad you reminded me that Sue has to get topless. I'm sure she will be happy you remembered."

Frank got all flustered and said that he definitely didn't want it to sound like he was the one suggesting Sue should be topless. That just made me want to have more fun, so I would re-word it but at the very end work in his name and he would squirm more. It was doubly awkward because he didn't want to seem like a perv, but he really wanted to see her boobs in person. He had gotten an extended look at a couple different boob photos that Sue sent Jeff when we were playing truth or dare by phone that night, and the truth is I have caught him checking out Sue's boobs for as long as I've known Sue.

I knew Frank was not going to be disappointed and was going to get a good look at Sue's boobs in person, and that unless he totally blew it, he would probably even be able to touch, squeeze, and suck on those boobs hopefully with me on her other boob right next to him! So I messed with him a bit because I knew it had zero chance of changing the outcome of the evening. After a while he caught on that I was fucking with him and just dropped it.

We agreed to meet at Sue and Jeff's house at 6pm. We brought a couple bottles of wine and a kale salad, Jeff had gone to the butcher and picked up steaks, and Sue made some cheesy potatoes that were fucking amazing.

Jeff and Sue are a well-oiled machine in the kitchen, and about all we had to do was toss the salad and open the first bottle of wine which we did after saying our hellos. Sue was already halfway through a bottle of white wine so I poured myself a glass and Frank grabbed a beer while we let the cab we just opened breathe for a while.

The boys drank beer, talked, and watched the grill. The girls drank wine, talked, and set the table. All of us were drinking fast and laughing a lot. The weather was perfect, the mosquitos weren't out yet and we were all having a great time. We had one of those rare group meals where everything that was supposed to be hot was hot, and everything that was supposed to be cold was cold.

By the time we had finished eating, we had polished off the two bottles of cab that Frank and I brought, plus a bottle of white, plus a few beers. Suffice to say, we were feeling no pain.

We sat outside in the afterglow of a good meal, with our social filters lubricated by alcohol and shared secrets, and just talked about whatever. We all knew that part of the reason we had gotten together is to continue a dare game, but nobody seemed to know how to open that door. And three of us shared a big secret about a crazy night last winter that nobody quite knew what to do with other than keep it.

A couple hours earlier I had told Sue that I was going to bring up the topless waitress dare at some point this evening, and that I would probably do it in a way to mess with Frank. Sue was totally up for it and was going to pretend to be reluctant but would go along with it, because she always does a dare.

As we were clearing the table I pulled Sue aside and said that I would bring up the waitress dare the next time we all needed a refill of our drinks which gave her a few minutes to figure out how she was going to react. We rejoined the boys on the deck and after a few minutes I brought the subject around to the night we played truth or dare by phone. I could see Frank shift in his seat wondering what I was going to say next.

Everyone laughed about that night, and Sue said that it had certainly led to a fun night for her and Jeff when she got home. We agreed that it had been fun, and we also had a great evening of sex after Jeff had left. Then I brought up that we had some unfinished business from that night. Sue played along perfectly asking, "What unfinished business?"

I paused for a minute and looked at Frank. He shifted around in his seat nervously, started to say something and then stopped and just looked at me. Maybe I'm a terrible person, but I was really enjoying watching Frank squirm.

"Well, Frank reminded me that there was an open dare at the end of the game..." I started to say, and then our evening changed suddenly.

The back door swung open unexpectedly and one of their neighbors named Karen walked out on to the deck saying, "Hey guys, I rang the doorbell a couple times but nobody answered so I let myself in."

We knew Karen casually, she lived a block away from Sue and Jeff and was always at their house for parties. I always found her to be a bit loud and opinionated especially when she was drunk, but she was fun to hang out with if you were in the right mood. She was separated from her husband and in the process of getting divorced, and my biggest beef with her is that if you got her started she would sometimes talk about her divorce and her asshole husband for an entire evening.
Karen had missed the discussion about our game of truth or dare by minutes and had walked in just as I was starting to describe the unfinished dare. So she didn't know anything, but she could clearly tell that she had walked into the middle of something because it suddenly became awkward on the deck. I decided to let Sue take lead since she was much better friends with Karen than I was, and she tried to blow it off as nothing and changed the subject.

But Karen knew there was something going on and persisted in asking what we had been talking about. I think she assumed we had been talking about her divorce, probably because it was all she ever talked about, but Sue assured her that we weren't talking about her at all. Sue insisted that we were just enjoying an evening without the kids and catching up.

Karen didn't buy it, but she also didn't show any signs of recognizing that we were having a "couples" evening and she asked if she could make herself a drink and join us. Nobody immediately responded and the four of us all looked at each other for guidance, and once again Karen caught on that there was something going on.

"Do you guys want me to leave so you can talk about me," Karen asked with a pout.

We insisted that wasn't what we had been talking about, and again Karen asked "if it wasn't about me, then why are you guys acting so weird?"

Sue tried to diffuse the situation, "When you walked in we were just talking about something that happened a few months ago that was kind of embarrassing, and that's what you are picking up on."

If Sue thought that was going to satisfy Karen's curiosity she was sadly mistaken. Now Karen wanted to know what was embarrassing, what did we do, who did what, who was embarrassed?

I saw the whole evening quickly falling apart, and when I looked over at Frank he looked really bummed. So did Jeff. And none of that was lost on Karen who by now had made herself a drink, pulled up a seat at the table, and looked at us expectedly. I looked at Sue and raised my eyebrows wondering how she was going to handle this.

Sue decided to come clean. She told Karen that a few months ago we had gotten drunk and somehow found ourselves playing truth or dare, that we didn't do anything major, but it was a little embarrassing.

"What did you guys do, what were the dares?" Karen wanted to know.

"Nothing too big, a little flashing, a group moon," I replied, deciding to break my silence.

"Is that what you guys were talking about when I got here?" Karen had a huge smile on her face. I think she really thought we were talking about her when she got there.

Jeff decided to join the discussion and said, "Kind of. There was some unfinished business from that night and that's what we were talking about when you got here."

"Yeah it was pretty awkward, you guys looked really guilty about something. Especially him," she said pointing at Frank.

This is like Frank's worst nightmare coming true. He doesn't like being the center of attention at his own birthday party, it's just not who he is. Being singled out in any way makes him uncomfortable, and this was the worst possible scenario. I had been teasing him that I was going to lay the whole topless waitress dare on him since I had "forgotten" about it until he reminded me.

He was already uncomfortable about the general subject matter. And now, someone was singling him out as looking the "most guilty" when by any definition he was far and away the most innocent person sitting at the table. And the truth was, I had no idea how this was going to play out. I had heard Karen had gone a little crazy post-separation, going on Tinder, hooking up with much younger guys, but I had no idea what was going to happen next.

"OK, so, don't keep me hanging here. What was the dare that didn't get done?" Karen wanted to know.

Sue surprised us all by just telling the truth. "Well, a couple months ago, I got dared to be a topless waitress for an hour, and stay topless the whole time."

Karen immediately burst out laughing. "That is awesome! What a great dare. Wait, who dared you to do that?"

Sue nodded in my direction, and that made Karen crack up even more. "Oh my god," she said, "I thought that dare would come from the guys. Jane, I had no idea that you were a freak." She meant it in a nice way, but it was hard to hear, and harder for Frank to hear.

I felt my face flush red and hot as the clear implication was that I wanted to see Sue topless, which made me at least bi-curious and maybe even a lesbian, which while partially true, was a lot more information than I wanted to share with Karen. But there was only one way to re-frame the motivation for that particular dare, and that had its own problems.

"Actually, I didn't come up with the dare," I explained, "Sue did. I was just bouncing it back on her." In my mind this response basically exonerates me from wanting to see Sue topless, and could be the end of this discussion, as long as Karen doesn't ...

"So wait a minute. Hang on. If you bounced it back on Sue, that means you already did the dare. Jane, are you telling me you have been a topless waitress. Ohmygod I thought you were so straight!"

In for a penny, in for a pound I decided.

"Yep, and I was a damn good waitress," I replied.

For the next ten minutes we all took turns describing the night that Jeff brought Frank home drunk, and Sue was out with friends, and we all played truth or dare via text messages. The flashing in the bathroom and mooning in the bar, and our replies from our kitchen. Jeff maintains that all the photos have been deleted (I think he has them all on some hidden app) so we described the game and it's progression.

Flashing or mooning in a bar didn't seem to phase Karen at all, but when we got to the dare where I was topless in front of Jeff and Frank for an hour she had a lot more questions. In our re-telling I was a topless waitress for an hour just because Sue had said it two minutes ago. The reality is that the original dare was to be a topless waitress for five minutes and get pictures. My best guess is that I was actually topless for around 20 minutes, and Jeff swears he deleted the pictures.

After a few minutes it became clear that Karen didn't judge anything we were doing, and was actually saying things like, "if me and Joe had done fun stuff like this maybe we'd still be together"

The mood of the group was all over the place. Nobody had any idea what to do. In the past, once Karen starts talking about 'what could have been' she's not a lot of fun to be around. Everyone sat there waiting for somebody to do something. Surprisingly, Karen jumped in.

"Ok, so I know that I just kind of invited myself to hang out. If I hadn't shown up, what would be happening right now?" Karen asked.

The four of us glanced at each other nervously, we had absolutely no plan for how to deal with Karen or anyone outside of our group. And we weren't even really a group, we didn't even have a common vision of the plan for the evening before Karen showed up. And we still had big secrets.

Sue later told me that it was driven mostly by having the perfect buzz, but she ended the long silence by declaring, "Well I guess we would have a topless waitress right now."

"Hell yes we would!" Karen shouted and high-fived Sue. "Let's have two."

Karen stood up and grabbed Sue's hand and pulled her out of her chair and said, "come on let's make some drinks for these thirsty boys." I watched them walk across the deck to the back door, expecting Sue to look back in desperation, but she and Karen were giggling as they entered the house.

Now I was torn. Do I follow the girls into the house or hang with the boys? Karen said make some drinks for 'thirsty boys' and I wasn't sure if that was a dig or playful jab or nothing at all.

As soon as the girls were in the house, Frank and Jeff started asking me what the hell was going on. They assumed I knew the plan, which I sort of did up until a few minutes ago. They wanted to know what I knew about Karen, but I didn't really know anything except what I heard from Sue from time to time. Basically we sat around and wondered what would happen next.

About five minutes later our questions were answered.

The back door opened and out came Sue carrying a tray with 5 ice filled glasses on it and Karen carrying a pitcher of what turned out to be ridiculously strong vodka and lemonade mix. And they were both completely topless. Sue had changed into a plaid school girl skirt with white knee socks and black shoes, and she was naked from the waist up. Karen was wearing her jeans, but had lost her top, and had braided her hair to give her a Woodstock flower girl look.
As Karen and Sue served us all a round of their horrible vodka lemonade mix, they both made absolutely no effort to cover their boobs, and they both had racks that they were clearly proud of. After pouring the drinks, they sat with us and acted completely normal despite the fact that they were topless and we were all looking at their tits. Their deck was pretty secluded, but there were two different neighbors that if they happened to look out one of their second floor windows were going to get a nice look at the girls.

I've described Sue's tits in previous posts, and they are glorious. Karen's tits were also very nice to look at. Like Sue, she was a mother of two who had breast-fed, so gravity was in play. Her boobs hung a bit lower than Sue's, but honestly she looked fantastic.

I was really happy for Frank. He had been though a lot this evening stress-wise, but he's a total boob guy, and was getting to see some bonus tits that nobody could have predicted. Jeff was also enjoying the view and had made a show of grabbing Sue's ass or squeezing a boob if she got too close.

After about 30 minutes Sue and Karen started trying to get me to join them. I actually loved the idea of being topless on the deck, but decided to play hard to get. It would make Frank and Jeff appreciate it more if I made them wait, and I still wasn't sure how I felt about involving Karen in our games. And if I'm being completely honest I was feeling a little inadequate in terms of boobage. Both Sue and Karen were easily DD cups, and I was a large B or maybe a small C cup on a good day.

Before I could make up my mind about getting topless, the mosquitos came out and they were hungry. Within a few minutes we were all waving our hands and slapping the back of our necks and generally getting eaten alive, so we took the party indoors.

We relocated the party down to the basement so Jeff could show Frank how he had connected his PC to the projection TV (they are both total geeks at heart). Either Karen was flirting, or just enjoyed being topless, because she sat on the couch with the guys while they talked about HDMI cables and video cards, and I'm pretty sure that she's not that into computers.

Sue got my attention and nodded her head over to where Karen was sitting topless with the boys, and when I looked back at her she raised her eyebrows?

"Hey guys, Jane and I are going to make a pitcher of something that doesn't taste like gasoline. Be back down in a minute," Sue shouted as she guided me to the stairs.

When we got to the kitchen, Sue shut the door to the basement and said, "Can you believe Karen?"

I won't go into all the details, but apparently Sue felt that Karen was blatantly flirting with both our husbands right in front of us and was actually pretty worked up about it. I was shocked. I had been sitting at the table the whole time and while it was certainly true that there was some level of sexual tension from the two of them being topless, I didn't pick up anything that was even close to over the line for the circumstances. Actually, everyone was acting pretty cool about it.

Sue explained that part of it was that Karen had told her some stories of younger guys that she had picked up in bars, and the fact that she was getting divorced made her available, and now Jeff knows what she looks like naked, and she looks pretty good, etc.

"So what do you want to do tonight? Do you still want to play truth or dare?" I asked Sue.

"Actually it's almost been an hour, and I was thinking that we would call the dare completed, and see if we can get Karen to put her shirt back on," Sue replied. She also said that she didn't really want to play any dare games if it meant that Karen and Jeff might fool around.

Sue had clearly made up her mind, and I wasn't about to try to talk her out of it. I didn't know Karen that well, maybe she would fuck our husbands, maybe Sue saw something I missed. All I know is that Sue is an amazing actress, because she walked down back downstairs and interacted with everyone including Karen in a totally cool way. She didn't show anything, and I was looking for it.

About five minutes later Sue's phone started chiming and she declared that the one hour contract for the topless waitress had expired. Jeff asked what it would cost to extend the topless waitress contract and Sue calmly shut him down.

"Honey, this isn't some fantasy sex night, I owed Jane a dare, and Karen decided to join me, but now the dare is done. Let's drink and have fun!"

I was amazed at how effectively Sue reframed what had just happened, and what was going to happen, and still came out as the person saying "let's party". The force is strong in this one.

Sue and Karen went upstairs and found their tops and got dressed, chatting like best friends the whole time. We drank and played games all night, but no stripping, no flashing, no dares, it was just hanging out and getting drunk.

Karen ended up crashing on the living room couch, and Frank and I slept in one of the kids beds which I refuse to have sex in, but we were both too tired anyway.

So yeah, after all that planning and waiting our big night ended up being pretty lame. I never even once got told to strip or flash, and I wanted to. On the other hand, from Frank's perspective it was one of the all-time "can't believe that just happened" nights of his life.

A couple days later, Sue told me that she had been totally wrong about Karen. She had been freaked out when Karen jumped up and said she would get topless, and it just sent her on a spiral all evening. She said that she had talked to Jeff and talked to Karen and she wasn't worried anymore about Karen trying to sleep with our husbands.

We finished the call by saying we would try to schedule another evening to hang out together, and she told me about Jeff's idea to buy a hot tub if his deal came through.

I will let you know if we are ever able to get together for another fun evening. I suspect if they do get a hot tub we will have a lot of fun with that.

Take care everyone, and sorry for such a long story that really didn't have any sex.

Jane

An afternoon tease
 

Sue stopped by this afternoon to drop off a bunch groceries and supplies from a recent trip to Costco. She and Jeff also have a vegetable garden in their yard, so she brought a bag of fresh veggies too.

When Sue walked into the house, I immediately noticed that her tank top was very thin. It's really hot today, and our air conditioner is cranking, and as soon as she hit the cold air, her nips started poking big time. She saw me look down at her tits, and looked down herself. "Headlights are on!" she said and laughed.

We sat down and poured a glass of wine and caught up for a while. It's a 3-day weekend, so we talked about trying to get together tonight or tomorrow. And then Sue leaned in and said, "the big news is, the hot tub is being installed right now." Jeff's deal had closed a month ago, but it took a while for his commission check to arrive. They had gone hot-tub shopping a couple evenings ago and found something they liked, and since the already had the concrete patio, all they had to do was add a power outlet.

Sue was super excited, and she kept saying "I can't believe we're going to have our own hot tub!"

"Jeff is not sure how long it will take to warm up the water and get the chemicals right, so we may be able to use it tonight, or we may have to wait til tomorrow."

I asked if it was still going to be a no-bathing suit zone, and she said that as long as her kids weren't around, and her family weren't around she planned to always be nude in the tub. I told her I agreed, but it remained to be seen if Frank will go nude. He definitely liked the fact that I was dressing sexier, or walking around the house naked, but he didn't do that himself. Occasionally if we have sex on the couch he will stay naked watching TV, but usually he keeps boxers on unless we are actually fooling around.

We decided we didn't really care what Frank did as long as he didn't give us a hard time for going naked, which we knew for sure wasn't going to happen. I told Sue that the couple times she had been topless, I noticed that Frank couldn't take his eyes off her tits. She said she had noticed the same thing and was actually flattered by it. (She thinks her boobs sag too much)

Another glass of wine or so later, we hear the front door open. We are in the kitchen down the hall from the front door, and where Sue is standing she can't see the door. "Is that Frank?" she asks quietly.

I nodded, and she winked at me. She grabbed both her tits and gave them a good squeeze, and then pinched her nipples a couple times and rolled them a bit.

By the time Frank entered the kitchen, Sue's headlights were on high beam. Knowing that Sue had done that just for him made me so happy, and watching Frank try to keep eye contact while also trying to check out her tits was seriously entertaining.

After a few minutes of chit chatwith Frank, Sue remembered that she had brought vegetables for us. But instead of putting the bag on the kitchen counter and unloading it, Sue squatted down and started digging through the bag right on the kitchen floor. The view down Sue's shirt was amazing, you could basically see everything but her nipples, which were poking through the shirt anyway.

And the way she was squatting down, she was also giving a generous view up the legs of her baggy shorts. She was wearing bright yellow panties, and I was positive Frank knew that as well.

It was so obvious what Sue was doing, but she didn't give any hint that she knew she was putting on a show. She kept up a running discussion of tomatos and peppers and basil, even as she dug around in the bag and kept her boobs jiggling. Even without the pokie nipples it was easy to see she wasn't wearing a bra by the way her breasts moved, and she kept them moving.

And she kept handing things to Frank or asking him questions, which made it easy for him to stay right next to her staring down her shirt and up her shorts at the same time. I had to walk out of the room at one point because I was starting to crack up at the show she was putting on for my husband.

After a few minutes Sue managed to finish unloading the veggies, and she told Frank about the hot tub being installed today and that she was hoping we could all christen it together. Frank enthusiastically agreed, and decided to walk over and see if Jeff needed any help.

As soon as Frank left Sue smiled and said to me, "I don't think we're going to have trouble getting Frank into the hot tub."

I agreed and congratulated her on a well played tease that had probably made Frank's day. She asked if I could see up her shorts when she had been squatting down, she couldn't check without being obvious.

I replied that both Frank and I had gotten a clear look at her yellow panties. She laughed, and told me she hadn't been sure. She also told me that before she came over she had debated going commando, but had decided to put on her brightest color undies instead.

Sue went home a few minutes later. Frank is over there now. He and Jeff are trying to figure out how to heat 500 gallons of water as fast as they can. Apparently Sue is doing even more blatant teasing than she was here. She just texted me that she bent over the hot tub to look at something and "accidentally" dipped her boobs into the cold water, so now her already thin white tank top is now wet and completely transparent.

I just spent the last thirty minutes showering and shaving my legs, armpits, and especially my vag. I am as hairless as I have ever been. Picked out tonight's version of casual sl*tty, which is a short skirt, bright red silk thong, and my own white tank top. I started to throw a bathing suit into my bag, and then laughed out loud to myself and put it back in the drawer.

I'm headed over there now. Either we will hang out and play cards, or we will be christening Sue and Jeff's hot tub. The way the afternoon has been going, I suspect this will be a fun night whichever way it goes.

Talk to you soon!

- Jane

great tease!!
 

Jane, I would bet I can speak for most that a ton of people will be checking this thread multiple times over the next few days to hear what shenanigans occurred tonight. Thanks for keeping this alive and I only hope this adventure eclipses the original Friday Night Adventure.

I am looking forward to this thread getting some hot tub stories! Thanks Janet!

Excited to see an update. Can't wait to hear the rest!

Life imitating art
 

Jane, thanks for sharing your journey with us. I am also waiting on each installment. I recently read Tuesday Nights by Bridy McAvoy which is an erotic novel. You should check it out. The characters journey with their husbands mirrors your own real life experiences!

Krycek

Wowzer!!
 

Just came across this thread and it hits all the parts. It is well written and descriptive painting wonderful images in the mind of this reader. Jane you are a master (mistress?) of the art of story telling and I am on tenterhooks waiting for the next instalment(s).

Jane any updates?

Awesome thread, live the long buildup. Got any pictures of any if the times?

Finally a nude scene!
 

Hi everyone, sorry to have been away for so long. I promised you some stories about Sue and Jeff's new hot tub, but to be honest I just couldn't find a way to make them interesting. If I'm going to take the time to write about an experience, I want it to be something I can go back to in a few years and relive through my writing. But the hot tub stories are all the same. We got drunk, we went in the hot tub, everybody got a good look at everyone else's tan lines and parts that are normally hidden. Don't get me wrong, it was fun, but not really anything worth writing about.

But last weekend, something happened that I do want to share with you.

On Thanksgiving a couple weeks ago, a group of us were standing around my sister's kitchen drinking wine and catching up and the conversation turned into a discussion of new TV shows that each of us was watching. One of the shows that I had not heard about was Westworld. One of my cousins really liked it, but a couple other people said it was too violent for them. I wasn't really interested because I've never been into western themed shows, but then my brother-in-law who was walking around refilling people's wine glasses, stopped and asked if we were talking about Westworld.

"We just started watching it last weekend," he said. "But I call it 'Naked robots of the wild west' which is a much more accurate title."

My cousin who had recommended the show laughed hysterically and agreed that was a better title. That intrigued me because I couldn't figure out how a western would have naked robots, and I made a mental note to check it out.

The next day, instead of going Black Friday shopping, Frank and I settled on the couch, fired up HBO Go and started watching. They were not wrong about the violence, which is extreme at times, and my brother-in-law (Bill) was definitely right about his working title. Those damn robots are naked a lot!

My husband Frank and I watched a few episodes that day, and a few more over the weekend. Then we were hooked, and just kept watching the next episode as soon as one ended.

Last Saturday I went over to my sister's house to pick up some stuff I had left there on Thanksgiving. As I collected my baking dishes I glanced at the TV and noticed that Bill and my sister were actually watching Westworld and had paused it when I arrived. We started talking about the show and it turned out that they were a couple episodes from the end and were trying to finish over the weekend.

I didn't have anywhere to be, Frank was out for the day with some of his buddies, so I sat down on the couch with Bill and my sister and settled in to watch the episode with them. A few minutes later there were 30 naked people on the screen for the big orgy scene. It wasn't terribly sexual, but there was a ton of nudity.

My sister commented that it must be difficult to find that many people who are willing to be completely naked for a scene like that, especially since so many of the actors are older and didn't look like they would be cast for roles that required nudity. And even beyond the orgy scene, every time they go into that basement storage area there are a hundred naked people of all ages, shapes and sizes all standing there.

"Most actors don't care about that, and if it's a good part and the nudity makes sense and isn't gratuitous, we are happy to do it," I replied. I was a theater major in college and have been in many plays, and even picked up a commercial or two over the years, so I like to think of myself as an actor, but the truth is I was just being pretentious.

"Sure maybe when you are starting out in your twenties and in good shape," my sister said, "but some of these people are already famous and most of the others don't even have lines, they are just sitting there naked."

I replied with an extended speech about what it means to be an actor, and how your body is a tool, and how the most important thing is authenticity in helping to tell the story that you are a part of. There are no small roles, etc. This is what my friends would call "classic Jane" - me going on and on about what it means to be an actor.

"So you would do it now, at your age?" my sister asked.

"To get a role in an HBO series, you bet your ass I'd get naked!" I exclaimed.

We all laughed and went back to watching the show. A few minutes later there was an extended scene of a robot sitting completely naked and then another robot, laying flat on a gurney totally exposed including pubic hair, being wheeled past.

My sister hit pause and said, "Ok, that's another thing. That girl going past on the gurney was only on screen for like two seconds, but she was probably naked in front of the other actors and the crew for a long time. How do you deal with that?"

"It's just an actor's mindset, when you get in the zone, you become the character. Some actors stay in character any time they are on set, even when they're not on camera. And I've told you about how I got used to changing in a shared dressing room all the way back in college. So we are pretty much used to it, nudity is no big deal."

My sister and Bill know I'm a free spirit. We played strip poker twenty years ago, and had been in the hot tub naked a couple times when they used to have one in their old house. They are also used to me talking about "the actor mindset" but sometimes they get tired of hearing my speeches and I see them rolling their eyes. This was one of those times.

"I know you say that, and on some level you probably believe it, but I just don't think you could actually go through with it and really sit there naked," my sister said. "Especially if you didn't have any lines and just had to be a naked robot extra."

During the past few minutes I could feel myself getting a little tingly with all the talk about being naked and I remembered that Bill and my sister had both seen me naked before so that wasn't an issue. My sister and I have a good relationship, but like any sisters there is a bit of competitiveness between us, so without really meaning to, I took what she said as a challenge.

In my head I could see where this was possibly going, and I started to realize that I might have been unconsciously leading it here ever since my sister's first question about the naked actors. But the truth was that I wasn't 100% sure I could actually do it. I was stone cold sober and it was still only mid-afternoon, and in the past I have always been buzzed or drunk before getting naked. Unfortunately, I had just made a speech about the actor's mindset, and that didn't include needing to be drunk in order to get naked.

While I was thinking about this, my sister just looked at me with raised eyebrows. After a few seconds she decided to let me off the hook.

"My real question is why we have seen everybody naked except James Marsden. Now that's a robot I want to see see more of," my sister said, changing the subject away from me.

"He probably has a small dick," said Bill, who had been quietly watching the exchange between his wife and sister. "A guy with a decent package would have no problem showing what he's got."

"Don't say that," squealed my sister as she elbowed her husband in the ribs, "you're ruining my fantasy. You know he's on my celebrity list."

"I'm telling you, small penis beats actor's mindset every time," Bill was openly teasing his wife.

"I will let you know when I find out," my sister shot right back. "I will send you a pic."

The way Bill smiled at her when she said that made me so happy for them. They have been together for thirty years, but still have a fun, playful relationship.

Bill turned to me and asked what I think, and I blurted out, "Oh yeah, he's definitely got a small dick!" Bill laughed and caught another elbow.

My sister's whole attitude changed in an instant, and even though we both know it was silly, it was also very real. "Ok miss Inside the Actor Studio, why don't you tell us about all the nude scenes you've done."

I stuck out my tongue at my sister and told Bill to hit play.

About ten minutes later there is an extended scene where a main character female actress (robot) is completely naked with two clothed technicians and in the course of the scene you clearly see her tits, ass and repeatedly. (I'm trying not to give too many Westworld spoilers)

We had all been quietly watching, but as the scene went on my sister said, "See this is what I'm talking about, she had to be naked all day filming that scene with all the different camera angles and cuts. You really think you could do that?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, for actors, nudity just isn't that big a deal," I heard myself say, and this time, even I could hear how aloof I sounded. So I wasn't surprised to see my sisters head spin around to look at me.

The look on her face told me that we were way past eye-rolling. All the way back to when we were kids, she would put up with my "know it all" attitude right up to a point, and then she would snap and call me on my shit.

"Ok then, let's see you do it, if it's no big deal," my sister said.

I just laughed.

"I'm serious," she said looking at her watch. "The kids won't be home for about three hours."

She got up and walked into the other room and came back carrying a folding chair that hadn't been put away after Thanksgiving dinner. She unfolded the chair and put it in the middle of the family room.

"There now we have a set for your big scene." She walked across the room and flipped on all the lights. "And now we have lights. We just need our actor."

"I will get the camera," Bill said jumping off the couch.

"No camera," she said to her husband, "but you can stay if you behave yourself."

"You want me to get naked in front of your husband," I asked surprised?

"Why not? Nudity is no big deal for actors, right? And you're an actor. We'll just pretend he's the cinematographer."

"I want to be the director," Bill chimed in. From the look on his face, he didn't seem to know if his wife was serious or joking.

I wasn't sure either. I hated getting called out by my sister on anything, especially something to do with acting. And I hated the idea of backing down from a challenge. But I really wasn't sure I could do it.

I had rediscovered my enjoyment of a little flashing over the past year, but that had always been aided by a lot of alcohol, and I had Sue or Karen also showing skin. A random thought went through my head that the chair was sitting in the exact place where we all sit around and open presents on Christmas morning.

"Ok, kidding aside, what are you saying," I asked my sister?

"I want you to do the scene we just watched."

"I'm not afraid to do it," I replied.

"So do it," she said nodding at the chair in the middle of the room.

In the end, I think it was competitiveness more than exhibitionism that pushed me over the edge. I wasn't feeling particularly sexy or daring, in fact the thought running through my head was, "I'll teach her not to question me!"

I pushed my sweatpants down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Then just as quickly I pushed my underwear down. My sweatshirt hung low enough that I was still mostly covered except for my legs which were actually trembling a little bit. It was about a week since I last shaved downtown so I was a little furry, but not enough to provide any coverage.

"Last chance to look away," I said.

"It's no big deal," my sister replied with a smile.

I pulled my sweatshirt and t-shirt over my head and tossed them on the floor. And because I wasn't trying to be sexy, I just pulled the straps off my shoulders and spun my bra around to undo the clasp in front like I do when I'm getting undressed for a shower. All together it probably took 20 seconds for me to go from fully dressed to fully naked. Well, almost fully naked. I kept my socks on because I absolutely hate it when my feet are cold.

I resisted the desire to cover up and stood with my hands on my hips in what I hoped was a display of defiance and confidence. My sister seemed to be intentionally looking away from me, and I didn't know where Bill was but I had a pretty good idea he was looking my way.

After a minute, I remembered that I was supposed to be sitting in the chair so I walked over to it and sat down. I tried to think what a naked robot in suspend mode would do, so I sat up straight with my shoulders back and adopted a completely blank look on my face.

My first real nude scene I thought to myself, and suppressed a smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of my sister making gestures at her husband and it looked like she wanted him to walk around like he was a cameraman. I could see him off to the side getting a nice extended look, mostly at my boobs since I was sitting down. When I realized he was staring at my naked tits, I felt my nipples start to tighten. Bill noticed immediately.

"Is there a draft in here," Bill asked. "It looks like Jane is cold."

I told him I was fine which led to a discussion about me breaking character. I told them that I didn't hear anyone call action, so I assumed we were between takes. And to prove my point I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. Even just a few minutes of trying to stay perfectly still had given me a knot in my shoulders.

As soon as I stood up I became very aware of my vagina, both that it was visible and that it was feeling a little warm. This was nothing like sitting in a hot tub naked, where everyone is in more or less the same situation and mostly underwater. I was standing in my sister's living room, fully exposed, and I was the only one who was naked. My legs had stopped shaking, but my brain was going a million miles an hour. I hoped I looked more calm than I felt.

"So is this what happens between takes," my sister asked, "You just stand around naked?"

"Some people do, but a lot of times they have a robe for the actor to put on," I replied.

"Do you want me to get you a robe," Bill offered?

"Nope, I'm fine. Like I told you, it's no big deal. You guys have seen me naked before which helps. Plus I haven't told you about it, but I did a bunch of naked hot tubbing over the summer with some neighbors."

My sister looked at me surprised. "You never told me about that," she said. "Who did you get naked in front of?"

They both knew Sue and Jeff casually, and I didn't think they would mind, so I told them about Jeff closing the big deal and using his commission to get a hot tub and how we would sometimes go in it naked after a few drinks. They were both shocked to hear that Frank had gone in the hot tub naked because it was so out of character for him. They decided that I was either a good or bad influence on Frank depending how you looked at it.

Bill suggested that we should invite them next time, but my sister said that she would have to lose a few pounds before she was going to get naked in front of other people. Bill replied that she looked great, and that most of her extra weight was in her boobs, which he didn't want her to lose.

Caught up in this conversation I almost forgot I was naked. But then I noticed Bill glancing down at my pussy every few seconds. He would go from my eyes to my tits to my pussy and then back again. I'm not sure if he was even aware he was doing it because we were all just talking the whole time. I almost made a comment about him looking at my pussy, but I figured it would make him uncomfortable or get him in trouble with his wife. And the truth was, I kind of liked him looking.

After a few more minutes of small talk, my sister shook her head.

"Ok Jane, you win. You're really an actor. I still don't think it's the same as being naked on TV for the whole world to see, but you definitely don't have a problem with nudity. Now put your clothes on," she said laughing.

"I thought she was supposed to stay naked for an hour," Bill said jokingly.

"I think you've seen enough mister," his wife replied. "You haven't looked her in the eye in the past ten minutes. That's my sister you're looking at."

Bill shrugged and pointed out that she was the one who had made her sister get naked.

"I should make you get naked."

"Why? I didn't say I was an actor," Bill said.

"I believe you said something about any guy who isn't ashamed of his package would do a nude scene," Bill's wife replied. "Didn't he say that Jane?"

"He did," I replied. "He also said James Marsden has a small penis."

"Just to be clear, you are saying that I should strip because James Marsden won't," Bill asked with a smile. He was very proud of coming up with that line on the spot, and he actually repeated it to me later.

Bill didn't wait for an answer. He pushed his sweat pants and boxers down in one movement, and then stepped out of them. "This boy's not afraid to show his penis," he said, and then pulled off his sweatshirt and dropped it onto his pile of clothes.

My sister and I completely lost it and started laughing hysterically.

Bill protested that us laughing as soon as he got naked was not exactly a confidence booster, which just made us laugh harder. Bill pouted, but I think he knew we were laughing at the situation not the size of his equipment.

My sister called for a group hug, which is what we did after playing strip poker 20 years ago, but this time only two of us were naked. After a brief hug my sister said, "Ok this is too weird, you guys have to get dressed now."

"Shouldn't we do the robot storage scene," Bill asked? He didn't seem to be in a hurry to get dressed. "I mean that's what started this whole thing."

I realized that I wasn't in a hurry to get dressed either, so Bill and I stood next to each other, arms at our sides, and zoned out staring straight ahead as if we were robots in sleep mode. My sister shook her head and muttered something about us being nudists, and then she started cleaning the kitchen. Bill told her she should come be a naked robot, but she just said no thanks.

After a few minutes I was bored with standing perfectly still, but didn't want to be the one who quit first. Then I remembered we were supposedly doing a scene for the cameras.

"Aaaannnnd CUT," I exclaimed. "Great scene everyone, let's take a break and reset."

Bill laughed and said he was wondering how long we were going to stand there. Then he walked into the kitchen and started rummaging around in a cabinet. "Do you want some coffee," he asked me?

I told him I was more in the mood for a glass of wine. Bill agreed, but my sister passed observing that it was only 4:00 in the afternoon. Bill and I both said, "it's five o'clock somewhere," at the same time and then said, "jinx," at the same time and then laughed.

We clinked our wine glasses in a toast and each took a sip. We stood in the kitchen talking while my sister finished loading the dishwasher. She eventually joined us and had a glass of wine, but she opted not to get naked although she did make a point of saying "today" leaving the door slightly open for another time.

I had a moment of introspection as we talked. In the past I had always been drawn to the act of "getting" naked and the excitement and thrill of revealing myself. But now I was having a very different experience. I was enjoying "being" naked which I think was a first for me in a non-sexual setting. I did still feel a twinge when I would catch Bill looking at my bits so a couple minutes later when my sister went to the bathroom, I decided to give him a nice look. I bent over and fiddled around in my purse in the floor for a minute before remembering that my phone was on the couch. That definitely gave me a rush, but it was brief and after I stood up we went right on with our conversation.

Bill asked if I wanted another glass of wine, but I said that one was enough, I still had things I needed to get done. My sister rejoined us and asked if we were planning to stay naked all day, and we said that we had proved our point.

She agreed, and said, "I assume we're not telling Frank about the Westworld re-enactment?"

"I don't think he'd be mad, but I'd rather not have to explain it over Christmas dinner," I replied. "Maybe if we all go hot tubbing at Sue's over the winter I will tell him then."

Bill and I got dressed, I hugged both of them and then left to run the rest of my errands.

I got home before Frank, cranked up the thermostat a few degrees, opened a bottle of wine, and got naked. That's how he found me when he got home an hour later, and I stayed mostly naked for the rest of the night. But this time the nudity was extremely sexual.

Sorry for the long post, but it is so much fun for me to relive the experience by writing about it and I just get carried away.

Have a happy holiday and if you haven't watched Westworld, I highly recommend it.

Jane

Nice story and thanks for the details. Leaves a lot for the imagination. I will have to check out show and see what its about.

Ready to hear more about Jeff and Sue and how far you guys will go. 😆

Great story...would have loved to be a fly on the wall when you did your scene. ;)

I enjoyed the entire season of Westworld and plan to start watching the episodes for a second time during the holidays. The actress you mentioned was Thandie Newton and her character Maeve was naked in several scenes with the technicians Felix and Sylvester. Those scenes were central to the overall story and very well acted by all. Before the season was halfway over I was saying that she was going to be a contender for an Emmy and sure enough there is a strong buzz online to that effect. Great stuff, although challenging to follow, but I recommend it too.

Always happy to see you post, Jane! Thanks for sharing another exciting story.
And if you ever wanna prove you're not too shy to show off for a wider audience, I know this thread would be happy to indulge you :)

A hot little story
 

I just finished reading the first part of this post that included your truth or dare and pool games with Sue and Jeff. It was a hot little story you told and would have certainly garnered 5-stars from me. Thank you for sharing and please feel free to tell us more! :-)

There are people that should apologize for long posts. You are not one of them.:D

Dinner with Bill
 

Hi everyone,

I had a naked adventure Thursday night that I thought I would share. There is no actual sex, so if that's what you are looking for you can skip this one.

My sister is out of town all week taking her oldest son to look at colleges. Her husband Bill stayed behind because he couldn't get time off work. I checked in with him on Wednesday to see how he was doing, and he said he was getting along fine, but the pizza boxes were stacking up.

I laughed and told him that he needed a home cooked meal. He agreed and asked if I was offering to cook for him. I said "sure" because I love to cook, and not having any kids of my own, I like to take care of other people. If a neighbor gets sick, or a friend has a death in the family, I'm the first one at the door bringing a meal.

I said that I could go shopping over my lunch hour and come by on Thursday night to cook for Bill and their other son. He welcomed the free meal and we made plans to meet up Thursday after work.

I texted Bill as I was leaving work to ask if there was anything his son particularly liked that I could pick up. He told me that his son had informed him this morning that he had play practice until 9 or 10 since the play he is in opens on Friday night. Apparently my sister is trying to get back from their college road trip in time for the play and is worried about Friday traffic.

I asked if he still wanted me to come by and cook and he said, "Absolutely, the boy can have leftovers when he gets home." He also told me that he had a crazy busy day and he hadn't eaten lunch and was starving.

I decided not to go home first, and since I had the groceries I had bought in the car, I drove straight to my sister's house. When I got there the front door was open with a post-it on the storm door that read, "Jane, come on in and start cooking."

I put down the groceries in the kitchen and started to unpack them. After a few minutes I got curious about where Bill was because his car was in the driveway. I called his name and got no response, so I went upstairs. Their master bedroom door was open so I called out his name again. "I'm in here," he called out, and as I walked into the bedroom I could hear the shower running.

I didn't want to assume it was ok to walk into the bathroom while he was showering, so I started to turn around to head back downstairs, but then he called out again, "So what are we having for dinner?" I started to tell him, but he yelled that he couldn't hear me.

I know from experience that Bill is a bit of an exhibitionist, so I wasn't terribly surprised that he was in the shower right when he knew I was coming over. In addition to the Westworld thing a couple months ago, we had been in a hot tub naked a couple times and even played strip poker 25 years ago shortly before he and my sister got married.

So I walked into their large bathroom and started telling him what I was planning to make for dinner. The shower has frosted glass, so although I could vaguely see an outline of him, I really couldn't see anything. That changed a minute later when he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He was completely casual about being naked in front of me and we continued discussing dinner as he dried himself off. He didn't even make an excuse about why he needed to take a shower at 5:30 in the afternoon, we both just pretended this was completely normal.

After he wrapped a towel around his waist he came over and gave me a hug and thanked me for cooking for him. We both walked into the bedroom and he dropped his towel and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. "Going commando?" I asked him. "Dressed for comfort," he replied. He pulled on a t-shirt and we went downstairs.

Bill grabbed a beer and offered me one. I asked if he had any wine and he produced a bottle and opened it for me. We caught up and talked about work and how the college visits were going as I started to get things ready for cooking. I kept expecting him to bring up Westworld or something else that would bring our discussion around to me getting naked, but he kept the conversation totally normal. It was actually starting to drive me a little crazy, because I was feeling the itch and I wanted an excuse to do it.

After my second glass of wine, with the meat in the oven and veggies on the cutting board, I decided to play a card and see how he responded. "I feel a little over-dressed for cooking, I'm more dressed for a board meeting," I said with a laugh.

"Feel free to get comfortable," Bill replied. "How do you normally dress for cooking?"

"Sometimes I just wear an apron," I answered coyly. Bill said that he suspected Frank likes that, and I assured him that was the case. For a couple minutes nothing more was said as I continued to cut vegetables.

Eventually Bill went to the pantry and came back carrying an apron. He handed it to me and said, "Here, just in case you decide to get comfortable."

"I don't know what my sister would say about me cooking naked for you," I told him.

Bill laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm not sure either, but after the Westworld thing I don't think she would be surprised." I had to agree with that. Bill and I had both walked around naked for almost an hour in front of my sister, and her reaction was mostly just shaking her head and calling us 'nudists'.

My mind was racing. I knew that Bill wasn't going to try anything with me. If he was that kind of guy I would have known it years ago. On the other hand, this was yet another secret that I didn't intend to tell my husband Frank, who definitely wouldn't approve of me cooking naked for my brother in law.

Oddly enough the main hesitation I felt was because I had just gotten waxed the day before and was feeling strangely self-conscious about my completely smooth vagina. When I had been naked in front of Bill years ago I was sporting a full bush, and when we did the Westworld thing, I had a couple weeks growth. He had never seen me completely bare down there.

"If I do this, it stays just between us, OK?" I looked Bill square in the eye, "I'm serious."

"Of course," Bill replied. "But just to be clear, I don't want you to do something you're uncomfortable with." Like I said, he's a good guy.

"Pour me another glass of wine," I said, and I walked into the living room.

I think I have mentioned before that the biggest rush for me is the process of actually getting naked in front of someone, and I could feel my hands shaking as I started to unbutton my blouse. Bill walked in and handed me a fresh glass of wine. I took a sip and set down the glass to continue getting undressed. Bill stood with me and continued talking just as casually as he had when he had gotten out of the shower naked an hour ago. He wasn't leering, but he certainly wasn't looking away either. To be fair, I hadn't looked away when he was drying himself off or getting dressed, so I guess maybe my sister is right that we are nudists.

I took off my blouse and carefully laid it on the back of the couch. Since I was going for casual not sexy, I just dropped the shoulder straps and spun my bra around to undo the clasp. If I'm being sexy, I take my bra off the other way and pause before the big reveal. Well, the reveal isn't all that big since I'm just a B-cup, but you get what I'm saying.

Even though I was trying to be casual, my nipples gave me away almost immediately tightening into hard little nubs. I paused for a second waiting for Bill to make a crack about it being cold in here, but he just kept up with a story he was relating about some guy he works with that pissed him off today.

I nodded along only half listening as my brain carried out a debate about letting Bill see me in my freshly waxed state. I'm not sure why it was freaking me out so much, maybe because I was doing this behind both Frank and my sister's back, and being totally bare made it extra naughty.

After a couple seconds, the competing parts of my brain reached a compromise and when I turned to put my bra on top of my folded blouse I quickly unbuttoned my pants and pushed them to the floor, and then quickly pushed my panties down too. Keeping my back to Bill, I put off actually showing him my hairless vagina for an extra couple seconds. And then I realized that I had left the apron in the kitchen so I just thought "fuck it" and turned around.

Bill didn't stop his story, but when I turned I could see his eyes flick from my boobs down to my pussy and widen a little when he saw I was completely bare down there. I guess I have what you would call an "innie" vaginally speaking. When I have even a moderate bush, you can't see my vagina at all. If I'm trimmed you can kind of see my slit, but when I'm as bare as I am right now, you can really see my slit clearly.

"That's a new look for you," Bill observed. "Special occasion?" And then as if we were casually talking about a new haircut, he turned and walked back into the kitchen.

I followed him back into the kitchen and resumed chopping onions and mushrooms. To my surprise, he picked up the apron and offered it to me.

"You want me to cover up," I asked?

"Not at all, just being polite," Bill answered with a smile.

"I'm fine," I replied. "But now I'm comfortable and you're over-dressed."

I think Bill had been waiting for me to say something like that, and he untied the string on his sweat pants, pushed them down and stepped out of them. He hung them over the back of a tall chair that sat next to the island and then walked to the fridge to get another beer.

I looked up from the cutting board and noticed that Bill's penis was considerably fuller than it had been when he got out of the shower. He wasn't erect, it was still mostly pointed downward, but it was definitely a semi or chubbie or whatever term you prefer. Much thicker than I had expected.

I have seen Bill naked a handful of times over the past 25 years, but had never seen him even partially aroused before this. One time many years ago after we had been hot tubbing naked, I even asked my sister, "it gets bigger right?" because after getting out of the water his dick had practically disappeared. She assured me that he has plenty to work with once he gets hard, and I remember saying, "I hope so!"

Now I was definitely getting a sense that once the blood gets flowing, Bill is actually pretty well endowed. I debated making a comment about his penis since he had made one about my waxing, but decided that might send the wrong message. Being naked was one thing. Being naked and aroused was another.

If Bill was aware of his growth, and I'm sure he was, I couldn't tell from his demeanor which had not changed in the slightest. We continued talking as if this was the most normal thing in the world. In fact, odd as it sounds, I was more comfortable standing around naked with Bill than I was with my husband Frank who would always be obsessing about whether the shades were all drawn or if someone might stop by unexpectedly.

This post is already way longer than I had intended so I won't try to recreate the rest of the conversation. I finished cooking, we sat at the table and ate dinner and it was a really enjoyable evening. Except for the fact that we were both naked, the conversation couldn't have been more normal. Yes, I saw him glance at my tits every 30 seconds, and anytime I got up from the table he checked out my ass and pussy, but honestly guys do that automatically whether a woman is dressed or naked, and it didn't bother me at all. When he got up to get another beer, I noticed that his dick had shrunk back to its normal state.

About the only thing that was not normal dinner conversation was when Bill asked me about how I dealt with the pain of getting waxed. He had talked my sister into doing it once, but she said it really hurt and she let it grow back after that one time. I recommended taking a couple Advil an hour before hand, and not having sex the same day. I also suggested that a little baby oil goes a long way when you are having sex with a freshly waxed vagina, and makes it extra great for both people. During this conversation I noticed that Bill's blood started flowing south again and I could actually see his dick start to rise.

For the first time ever, I saw Bill become uncomfortable about being naked and he actually put a napkin on his lap to cover up his arousal. This sparked something mischievous in me and I stood up while continuing to talk about my bare vagina. He was still seated so he had a great close up view of my pussy from about two feet away. I didn't spread it or anything vulgar like that, but I did lightly run my fingers across it while mentioning how smooth it was. After teasing him for a minute or two I sat back down with a big smile on my face. His napkin had literally become a tent. I pointed out that he needed another beer, and he smiled and said that he was going to wait a few minutes before getting up.

After that, we talked for a few more minutes and then I started cleaning up the dishes. Bill had gotten things under control, although he was still at semi status, and he helped me clean up. After we were done he thanked me for coming over and we both got dressed. He gave me a big hug and we agreed that we would leave out the naked part when we told our spouses about our dinner together.

When I got home, I told Frank I had a surprise for him, and for the second time that evening I was showing off my freshly waxed privates. This time it led to more than looking and talking.

Have a great weekend everyone.

- Jane

Great story
 

Jane,

What a naughty story. I too have had some "relations" with my sister in law. I truly believed, when you stood up to show yourself off a little, you were going to say you let your brother in law have a feel of your smoothness. Would that ever happen?

Great stories keep them coming.

Will you make dinner for me?
 

Hey Jane, I absolutely love your stories. Something about the way you write makes me feel like I was actually there. I have even gone back and re-read your stories multiple times, which is something I almost never do. Have you ever thought about writing a book? If you did, I would buy it for sure!

But my real question is, will you make me dinner? From some clues you've dropped in your stories, I think we live in the same part of the country, and I would give anything to have a home cooked meal prepared by you. I will supply the food, the wine and the apron.

Think of the story you will be able to write!

Jane, are you interested in fucking Bill?

Any more Friday adventures Jane?

A Real Dinner Surprise for All
 

Weekend at a Nudist Resort
 

My wife and I needed a break from life's stresses, and one of our best releases is a visit to a nudist resort. When we go to a nude resort, we always like to attend the dances. Most nudist begin the dances dressed in very sexy outfits and eventually these clothes slowly but surely fall by the wayside. Such was the case this night. I started out in only a beach wrap on my lower bod, and my wife started out with a very low cut dress that barely covered her boobs and ass. As she danced, the lower portion of her ass would gradually get uncovered as she wiggled and raised her hands, and her boobs would fall out of the low cut dress one by one. She finally got tired of tugging on the skirt to cover her ass and also tired of continually putting her boobies back in the dress top. So, the answer was to pull the dress off and become totally naked. She was wearing no bra or panties, so there was nothing left on her bod whatsoever.

We didn't know anyone at the dance, but started talking with another couple sitting at our table. They lived at the nudist resort and loved their lives there. It seemed that as we lost our clothes that evening, they did as well. The lady was significantly younger than the man, and she was nicely built and good looking. He seemed to be perhaps 20 years older than her and was not particularly in great shape. However, they seemed to get along well and had been together for almost a decade. After a short while, he asked my wife to dance, and she agreed. So, I likewise asked his lady for a dance, and we also took the floor. It seemed before long that we were alternating our dances with our partners with one another. After a few slow dances, the lady began to grind her pussy into my dick. It didn't take long before my dick started becoming erect. She seemed to be enjoying the reaction and kept grinding away. I also noted that the guy was grabbing my wife's ass and boobs as he danced with her. She was not pushing him away, but wasn't grinding her pussy into his dick either. At about 1:00 a,m., the dance concluded. The couple said that they were going to stop off by the hot tub before turning in. We all were already naked, and the hot tub was close by, so it seemed like a good idea. The couple's home in the resort was very close to the hot tub, and the guy offered to go get drinks for everyone. He returned with very large straight drinks on the rocks. As we drank those drinks and soaked in the hot tub, we all became very drunk. I guess there is something about straight booze and hot tubs that take their toll. I could see that as my wife experienced some alcohol reduced inhibitions, because the guy was grabbing feels fairly liberally. I couldn't say much, because his lady was coming onto me pretty heavy, and I was enjoying playing with her boobs and pussy. She in turn was laying into me and stroking my dick. Upon finishing our drinks, the couple invited us to their place for a final nightcap. My wife was swaying from drunkenness and said that we should get home. I was having fun, and I responded that one more little drink would not hurt. So, we headed over to their place.

We still didn't bother putting on any clothes. After all, we were at a nudist resort. Once there, the guy started talking about how he had had ER, and how his wife was still young enough that she wanted an active sex life. He continued on by telling us that he had had a pump inserted in his penis shaft that allowed him to get an erection on command and keep it up as long as he and/or she desired. His lady added that sex had never been so great -- even compared with men in their 20's. She told us that she almost always has multiple climaxes and has had as many as five or six climaxes. She said that once they have one round, he is good to go immediately for another round. I could tell that my wife was interested in this newly discovered method of long-lasting and very frequent sexual intercourse. She was saying things like, "Let me get this straight ..." Or something similar to, "You can keep an erection for how long?" Before I knew what hit me the other lady was climbing all over me. She was breathing heavy and grabbing and stroking my dick. I told her that I didn't have a pump, and that she couldn't expect an endless erection. She whispered that that was O.K. -- she told me she just liked to have strange every once in awhile, and she wanted me badly. I started fingering her as we stood there. I suppose my wife saw me getting pretty involved, and she must have been wondering exactly how good that guy's pump was. Pretty soon I saw her laying back as he kissed her tits and boobs and he began fingering her. Then they stood up with his arms and hands reaching from around her backside, and he was feeling her off from stem to stern. In the meantime, I was getting a mouthful of the lady's boobs as I fingered her. After a short while,I saw my wife leaning forward with legs spread more than shoulder width and holding onto the backside of a chair as the guy was working on her boobs and pussy. Then I heard what sounded like a small pump. Almost immediately I heard a groan from my wife. I thought, he must have pumped that bad boy up and inserted it. He then was slowly pumping her from behind. i pushed the lady back onto the sofa and climbed aboard. She was wet and ready for a good fucking. I positioned myself where I could also see the guy and my wife going at it. They were building a very rapid rhythm, and I knew my wife was getting to the point of climaxing. Her moans and groans also indicated that it was on its way. I also was beating a steady pace with my lady. She was beginning to climax herself. I was doing my best to hold back my climax to provide her with a workout somewhat similar to what her man always provided her. During this period, my wife was experiencing a second climax as he had moved to a missionary position with her on a second sofa. The lady then told me that she wanted to give me a blow job. I warned her that if she did, the night for us might be all over. She responded that she just enjoyed working guys up with her mouth when it was a natural stimulation. She said that I could blow my load all over her if I desired. I told her that I would like for her to eat me at first. She agreed and said, "Pull out and blow whatever is left all over me when you want." I agreed. In the meantime, the guy had pulled one of my wife's legs up in the air and was sideways screwing her. She looked very, very tired as I heard her climaxing for a third or fourth time. I had lost count. This lady was giving me great head, and seemed to be enjoying it more than my wife ever does. She was very adapt at keeping me at the edge of blowing my load, but could back off to prolong the exercise. Eventually, she started working it very hard, and I let go. She swallowed the first few shots, and then I pulled out and shot all over her head and face and down her chest, boobs and tits. She was taking the shots running down her and wicking them off of her with her finger and licking them off with her tongue. My wife was now turned over on all fours, and the guy was giving it to her from the rear again. I was amazed that she could still take any more. The lady said, "Come to our shower and wash me off." I said that maybe I should stay nearby in case my wife was ready to leave. She laughed and said that her man was just getting started. So we went to the shower and lathered each other up with soap. We slathered against each other for a while, and she asked if I wanted to nail her in the shower. I told her that unfortunately I was done. She accepted that.

As we returned to the great room, the guy had my wife laying up on the table while he was standing and giving it to her again. The guy was like the Ever-Ready Bunny. He was fucking my wife silly. I asked his wife if he came continuously. She said that at his age, he only came once each evening. I told her that was really a good thing, because the way he and my wife were going at it, there would be cum all over the place. She laughed and agreed. My wife climaxed once more while on the table, but I could tell that it was not as intense as her earlier climaxes. He then asked if she would like to retire to the bed and spend the night. He suggested that I go ahead and take his lady back to our motor home. My wife said that she appreciated the offer, but she was really way too sore to continue. She said that 8 or 9 climaxes in one evening was enough. He seemed disappointed. His lady said that she would like to do me again. I told her the feeling was mutual. But my wife said that she had to get back to our motor home and get some rest. So, we kissed our new partners for that evening good-by and headed back to our motor home. My wife was staggering a little from the alcohol, but mostly from being weak after the climaxes. In addition, she was walking a little bow legged. She said that she was sore as hell. I told that guy must have calluses on his dick. She replied that he must have. I asked if she really had gotten 8 or 9 climaxes. She said that she thought she had gotten at least that many. I told her that I felt so inferior. She said that she would welcome such a surgery for my dick shaft. I replied that I would have to do some research on that one. As we departed the couple's home, they had said that we must get together the next night. I asked my wife if she wanted a repeat performance of this night the next evening. She said, "No way! I feel like I have been gang banged by ten guys in one stint!" I laughed.

The next day, the couple came by for a visit and asked about that forthcoming evening. My wife was sitting there nude on the couch with her legs partially spread and her pussy beet red. She spread her legs out a little further and responded, "Does this pussy look like it is ready for another fuck? Maybe, just maybe, in a week." We all laughed. So, we promised to look them up the next time we visit that nude resort, but I am uncertain that my wife will opt for another such fucking. She might put a limit on the number of climaxes the next time around.