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 ï>¿The New Swimsuit by MemberX

   THE NEW SWIMSUIT CH.  01

   Kari told me it would be a surprise.  Was it ever!

   Oahu was beautiful his time of the year, or so we'd been told: We were
just finishing Day Two of our honeymoon, and we hadn't hit the beach -- or
even the hotel restaurant -- yet.  Room service kept us fed as as for our
other needs, well, you know...

   During a break in the action, Kari rolled over to her side, snuggled her
chest against me, and said, "Danny, would you find me sexier if I weren't
so flat?"

   "What?  No, of course not.  And besides, if I found you any sexier, I'd
be dead by now."

   "That's sweet.  I think.  But weren't you the least bit disappointed the
first time you talked me out of my shirt and got a look at these minus-A
cup breasts?"

   I leaned over and kissed each of her nipples, and felt her shiver.  I'd
never been with a woman who had such sensitive nipples.  "No," I told her.
"What's this all about?"

   "You're going to think it's silly."

   "Probably, yeah.  No, I'm sorry.  Seriously, tell me what's bothering
you."

   "We've never been to a beach together."

   "Okay, I suppose that's true.  So?"

   "So tomorrow we'll be down there," she said, gesturing toward the
balcony and the beach beyond, "and it'll be filled with big-breasted girls
in skimpy bikinis."

   "And I'll only have eyes for you."

   "Okay, I'll have eyes for all of them.  I'm married, not dead.  But
you're the only one I' want to take back with me when it's all over.  I
love you, and I love your breasts."

   She crossed her arms over her chest and lay back down.  "Okay," she
said, clearly not convinced.

   *****

   I was alone in the room when I woke up the next morning.  A few minutes
later, Kari returned to the room carrying a bag from the hotel gift shop.
"Swimwear," she said, swinging the bag at me.

   As if she hadn't already packed enough for three honeymoons; but I was
just happy she seemed to be over her beach insecurity.  "Let me see."

   "Nuh-uh.  You'll see it on me when we get there."

   *****

   We went downstairs for breakfast, then came back to the room to change
for the beach.  Kari changed in the bathroom.  I was more than curious by
this point, especially when she came out wearing a knee-length jersey over
her suit, but I figured I'd see it soon enough.  She took a Hawaii
Islanders baseball cap from the hotel bag and bundled her hair under it so
none of it stuck out.  I grabbed a couple of beach towels, and the
sunscreen, and off we went.

   It was a warm morning so even though the beach wouldn't get crowded for
a few hours, people were already out.  Including big-breasted girls in
skimpy bikinis, but I tried not to stare.  We found ourselves a spot at the
far end of the beach, where we'd be less likely to be bothered by teenagers
chasing Frisbees or families with radios.  Also, if Kari's new swimsuit was
anything like I was hoping for, I'd prefer not to have too many people
around to gawk.

   I spread out the towels, and watched as she began to lift the jersey. 
Was I about to see her in a thong?

   She was wearing knee-length trunks, similar to mine.  What the hell...?

   The she pulled the jersey the rest of the way off, and I saw that she
wasn't wearing any top.

   I grabbed one of the towels and draped it around her shoulders.  "Kari,
what are you doing?  This isn't a topless beach."

   She took the towel off, shook it clean, spread it back out on the sand,
and lay down on her stomach.  "Relax, Danny.  With my hair under my hat,
and my flat chest, who's going to know I'm not a guy?  Okay, maybe a guy
with girlish features, but it wouldn't occur to anybody that I'm a girl."

   "Relax," she said again.  "And put some lotion on my back so I don't
burn."

   By the time I finished rubbing lotion into my wife's naked back on a
public beach, I was more aroused than I'd been at any time since we'd
gotten to Hawaii -- which was saying a lot.  If she was lying on her
stomach to conceal her breasts, I was going to be lying on my stomach to
hide my erection.

   The blood had barely receded from my cock half an hour later when Kari
said, "Enough sun on my back.  Time to turn over."

   "Time to WHAT?"

   She flipped over to her back.

   "Kari!"

   "Shhh.  I'm trying to prove a point."

   "This is a public beach.  You can't lie out here like that."

   "Come on.  When I'm on my back, my boobs are flattened even more than
they are normally.  With these shorts, nobody will suspect I'm a girl. 
Look around, half of the guys on the beach have bigger boobs than me.  And
you have no idea how much more comfortable this is than having strings and
fabric tied around my chest." She looked over at my cock, pushing out
against my trunks "Though YOU might want to wait a few minutes before lying
on your back."

   Over the next few minutes, several people passed us and barely gave Kari
a second glance.  If they wondered about the two of us lying next to one
another, they probably assumed we were a gay couple, which didn't bother
me. I began to relax.  More importantly, my cock began to relax.

   The she said "Danny, I don't want to burn.  Can you put some lotion on
my front?" I got on my knees next to her and spread the lotion over her
abdomen.  "Don't forget my breasts, Danny." I began to massage her breasts
with the lotion, and I didn't know whether I was going to come in my
swimsuit or if my cock was going to burst through it.  Kari seemed amused
by my discomfort; well, two can play at that game.  I rubbed the lotion
hard into her nipples and they became hard and erect like little pencil
erasers -- not so little, actually, compared to her small breasts.  After a
few seconds she was already close to an orgasm, and it certainly didn't
look as much like a boy's chest now.

   "You've proven your point," I said hoarsely.  "You fooled everybody. 
But if we don't get back to our room in five minutes and I'm going rip your
shorts off and fuck the hell out of you right here, and that'll blow your
disguise.  And you're so horny right now, you'll let me."

   Without another word we both jumped to our feet.  I grabbed our room key
and we dashed back to the hotel leaving everything else behind, including
the jersey she'd used as a cover-up.  We were all over one another in the
elevator -- fortunately we were alone -- and we made it to our room just in
time.

   After a quick, hard fuck that left us both exhausted, I told Kari she
was right that in the right circumstances she could pass for a a boy -- but
I was also right when I'd said that large-breasted or small, she was the
hottest girl on the beach.



   THE NEW SWIMSUIT CH.  02

   Alix always wanted to go topless in public.

   Alix was on the phone with her sister Kari for more than an hour --
which I guess isn't surprising, since Kari just got back from her
honeymoon. When she jumped up, she had a funny grin on her face.

   "What's up?" I asked.

   "You'll never guess what Kari did on her honeymoon," she said.

   "I probably can, and I assume Dan was doing it too."

   "That's not what I meant.  She told me she went topless on the beach. 
Hey," she added quickly,"you're imagining my sister topless now.  Stop
that."

   "You brought up the subject," I said, still thinking about my
sister-in-law's tiny breasts.  I'd seen her in t-shirts and swimsuits
enough times to know she was even flatter than Alix, and I always had a
thing for small-breasted women.  "So what's unusual about that?" I asked.
"I figured there'd be topless beaches in Hawaii."

   "Rob, it wasn't a topless beach.  There were no topless beaches where
they were."

   "Run that by me again?"

   "I don't know how she got up the nerve, but she bought herself a pair of
men's swim trunks, pushed her hair under a baseball cap, and went out on
the beach like that.  Everybody just figured she was a guy."

   "Wow," I said, then had to ask: "She laid down on her back too?"

   "Yes.  And that made her look even flatter, of course."

   "And Dan was okay with this?"

   "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this," Alix said.

   I stepped in front of her and pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing
her own tiny breasts.  "Yes you should," I said.

   "He was surprised, but then he was hot as hell."

   I put my hands on Alix's tiny breasts.  "I can imagine," I said.

   "And then he started putting sun cream on her chest, on her breasts."

   "That's hot," I said, lightly pinching Alix's hard nipples.

   "And by then Kari's nipples were so swollen, she didn't think she could
hide the fact that she was a girl anymore..." [I was pinching Alix's
nipples hard now, imagining Kari's] "...  and Dan said in another minute he
was going to pull off her bathing suit and fuck her right there on the
beach, and he said she was so horny she would let him."

   "Did he?"

   "He might have, but they both got up, left everything behind on the
beach including her cover-up, and ran back to the hotel, Kari still
topless, and she thinks they were both naked before they even got into
their room."

   There may have been more to the story, but I never heard it: I yanked
Alix's shorts and panties down below her knees, pulled us both down to the
carpet, opened my own shorts just enough to free my cock, and started
furiously fucking her until we both came loudly.

   *****

   Having Alix sunbathe topless remained a fantasy we talked about for the
next couple of weeks, but it wasn't likely to be something she could pursue
even if she had the nerve: we lived in Missouri, far from any beach, and we
certainly didn't have the money to fly out to Hawaii like Kari and Dan.

   Then one particularly warm night at about 1am, when the bedroom fan
wasn't doing enough to male sleeping easy and we both found ourselves
awake, I said "Let's go out in the back yard for a bit; maybe there'll be a
breeze." I pulled my shorts on and so did she, and when she reached for her
shirt, I put my hand on her arm.  "Don't."

   "Don't?"

   "Think of it as practice."

   "I don't know..."she said slowly.

   "Alix, if you can't go topless in the middle of the night in your own
back yard, how will you ever do it on a beach?"

   Not that there was ever a serious possibility that she'd get to go
topless on a beach, but this was enough to convince her.

   We walked out the back door -- I noticed she kept her right arm casually
draped across her chest, but pretended I hadn't seen it -- and found a nice
spot in the middle of our yard.  I was thankful I'd put the work into
making sure we had a nice back lawn.

   I lay down on my back, on the grass.  "I don't know," Alix said.  "There
could be bugs and stuff in the grass.  I don't want to put my naked back on
that."

   "Wimp," I said, taking her left hand and pulling her down with me.  "Lie
your head on my chest.  That way none of your skin will be touching the
grass." Well, except for her bare lower legs, but she didn't seem to be
concerned with that.

   She stretched out on the grass with her head resting on me.  I gently
pushed her right arm away from her chest, completely exposing her breasts
to the summer breeze, and wrapped my arm around her just under the ribcage.

   "Feels nice out here?" I asked her after a bit.

   "Yeah," she said.  "Yeah, it does."

   After a few minutes, I moved my arm a little higher on her chest.  It
was relaxing lying out here, but it was also pretty sexy looking at my
wife's naked breasts in the moonlight.  Alix took a quick, deep breath as
my arm moved closer to those breasts, and I knew she felt the same way.

   To be honest, I was thinking about not only Alix lying topless on the
beach, but Kari as well.

   I didn't feel at all guilty, because I suspected Alix was fantasizing
about lying topless on the beach while dozens of strange men walked by,
looking at her breasts and not realizing she was a woman lying half naked
in public.

   Hell, I was fantasizing about her lying topless on the beach while
dozens of strange men walked by, looking at her breasts and not realizing
she was a woman lying half naked in public.

   "You realize of course that at the beach, you won't be able to lie on me
like this.  Not if you want people to assume you're a man."

   "I know."

   "And I won't be able to do this," I added, brushing my arm over her
nipples.

   "Mmm," she said.  "Maybe you should, we'd draw quite a crowd."

   "You'd let me do that?" I said.  "How about this?" I began pinching her
hardening nipples.  I don't think anything gets her aroused as much as
having her nipples pinched.

   "Sure," she teased, gripping my cock through my shorts.  "And long as
you don't mind me doing this.  Oh, somebody's hard!"

   "Get up here," I said, pulling her on top of me.

   "Are you sure?" she asked, looking around as she sat up, nestling
against my cock.

   "Nobody can see us," I said, pushing the crotch of her shorts and
panties to the side.

   She yanked down my shorts just enough to free my already-hard cock,
raised her body a few inches, then thrust herself down on me, gasping as I
filled her wet pussy.

   Whatever brief hesitation she'd felt was gone, and she rode me with
abandon.  She was almost naked on a warm summer night, her nipples
hardening like a pair of watermelon seeds, and she'd never looked sexier to
me.

   "I bet we can't do this on the beach," I said, as she pumped by cock
into her pussy faster and faster.

   "Oh god!" she sighed, obviously thinking about that.  She grabbed her
nipples and pinched them hard as she came, loudly.

   God knows what the neighbors thought if they heard that.  Hopefully they
all had their windows shut and their air conditioners on.

   I turned Alix onto her back, pulled her shorts and panties off, and
pushed back into her.  She didn't even notice that she was lying naked on
the grass as I fucked her like a wild man.  "Rob" she said loudly, "Rob,
you're going to make me cum again.  You're going to make me cum again."

   I was incapable of any response other than grunting.

   "Fuck, oh fuck," Alix said, "I'm going to huh-huh-huh..." She put a hand
to her mouth to muffle her scream as she came again, and her pussy
tightened and I came so hard I felt a little faint, shooting load after
load into her.

   Then as we were still catching our breath, we scooped up Alix's shorts
and panties and ran inside.

   *****

   The rest of the week we both came home from work so late, and exhausted,
that we not only had any no sexual contact, but never got to discuss what
we'd done outside.  Honestly, I wasn't sure what I'd say: maybe Alix felt
so weirded out by what we'd done, it would be better for me to just stay
quiet.

   Then Saturday night, at about 1 in the morning, she shook me awake.  She
was standing by my side of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of plain
pink panties, and carrying a large towel.

   "Mmm?" I asked.

   "Let's go back to the beach," she said.

   "Sure thing," I said, following her outside into the warm summer night,
marveling at how comfortable she seemed to be walking around almost naked.

   She spread out the beach blanket, and we lay down next to one another.
We had a waning moon this weekend, so I couldn't see her as well as last
time, but it was still sexy as hell watching her lying there in nothing but
a small pair of panties.

   And yeah, I admit it, when I squinted I could sort of see Kari lying
there next to her.

   I'd never been outside in just my boxers, of course, and the feel of the
breeze gusting up the underwear's loose legs was...  interesting.

   "You know," I teased her after a while, "when we have you lying topless
on the beach, you'll never fool anybody into thinking you're not a woman if
they see those cute little panties."

   "You're right," she said.  She slipped off the panties, and lay
stretched out on the blanket, completely naked.  "That better?" she asked.

   "Yeah," I said, cupping her pussy in my hand.  "Now they'll definitely
be fooled."

   "Mmm," she said, as I softly stroked her pussy.  She was already very
wet.

   She slipped a hand up the leg of my boxers, and gripped my cock. 
"Uhhhh," I said softly, feeling myself starting to leak precum and feeling
her massaging my hard cock with it.  "Oh," I said, "that's good..."

   I was already so close to cumming, and she knew it.  She pulled her hand
out of my boxers and rolled around and got on all fours, inviting me to
fuck her doggy-style.  I stripped off my boxers, moved behind her, and
thrust my cock deep inside her.

   "Oh god," she said.

   "Alix, you feel so hot," I said, fucking her wildly, trying to last.

   "Harder, do me harder.  Fuck me!"

   I reached around and grabbed her small, hard nipples as I pounded into
her, imagining we were on a beach and everybody was watching us fuck.

   She gave a shout of "Ahhh!" as soon as I pinched her, and then starting
moaning "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" with every stroke.

   "I have to cum, I have to cum," I said, and she came first, screaming
"Oh!!!" into the still summer night.

   I didn't last more than a second or two after that, shooting several
loads of hot cum into my still-quivering wife.

   *****

   Over the next couple of weeks, we had three more late-night outdoor-sex
sessions, each one initiated by Alix asking, playfully, if I wanted to go
to the beach with her.  She walked outside topless each time, but now she
was wearing bikini bottoms instead of panties, to stick with the "beach"
motif.

   By now, what we were going had less and less to do with Dan and Kari's
sexy Hawaii adventure but, you know, who cared?  My beautiful wife was
going out to the back yard with me, almost naked, and we were fucking right
out there in the open.

   And came the first weekend in August.

   A town about an hour south of ours was having a big antiques- and
crafts-fair, with booths scattered across about a mile-long area.  This
artsy stuff is really more Alix's thing than mine, but I went with her
because that's just the sort of great husband I am.  Even though we were
dressed for walking rather than style -- caps, old t-shirts, cargo shorts,
sturdy sneakers -- we were pretty well tired out after a couple of hours.

   By one of the entrances to the town park, there was a stand selling ice
cream, so we bought ourselves some treats and strolled into the park.  We
found a quiet spot away from large families and teenagers throwing
Frisbees, sat on the grass, and ate.  I finished first, and took off my
shirt, rolled it up, and used it as a pillow, half-dozing in the late
afternoon sun as Alix continued to work on her ice cream cone.

   "Shit!"

   I almost jumped as Alix's cursing shook me out of peaceful stupor.

   "What happened?" I asked, sitting up, then noticed that a big blob of
ice cream had fallen onto Alix's t-shirt.

   "Well," I said, tugging playfully at the bottom of her t-shirt, "I guess
you'll just have to take it off."

   "Stop it," she said, laughing.

   "Though you know..." I said slowly.

   "I don't like where this is going," she said, though still smiling.

   "You did say you wanted to try what Kari did.  And you're wearing the
same kind of shorts I am, you're not wearing any make-up, you can stuff
your hair under your cap..."

   "I couldn't.  Rob, that's just a fantasy.  Although," she added with a
twinkle in her eye, "if you want to take me to Hawaii..."

   "Well," I said with a shrug, "can't blame a guy for trying."

   She gave me a look I couldn't quite read.  "You'd really want me to do
that?"

   "If you were comfortable with it, yeah." We both looked around; there
was nobody within 50 yards of us.  "You said Kari got away with it with
people walking right past them," I added.

   "We'll see," she said with a smile.  She stretched out on the grass, on
her stomach, then pulled her t-shirt about three quarters of the way up,
exposing most of her back while keeping a layer of t-shirt between her
breasts and the grass.  "That's nice," she said, feeling the sun against
her skin.

   Oh well...  I hadn't really expected to see her bare breasts in the
middle of the part, regardless of how secluded an area we were lying in.  I
closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feel of the sun on my own skin.

   I'm not sure how long I had my eyes closed, but when I opened them, Alix
was still on her front -- but her shirt was completely off, spread
underneath her so her bare chest wouldn't be touching the grass.

   Of course she wasn't exposing anything more than any woman does when she
unties her bikini top while sunbathing -- but her bare back combined with
the knowledge that her shirt was completely off, made it somehow a lot
sexier.

   "Nice," I said.

   "Thanks," she said with a smile.  Then, after looking around to make
sure nobody was nearby, she turned on her side facing me for just a few
seconds, showing me her bare chest.  "How's this?" she asked.

   "Wow," I said.

   She rolled back onto her front.  "Tease!" I said.

   She looked around again, then turned back on her side.  "You like me
better like this?" she asked.

   I reached toward her chest, and she grabbed the t-shirt and used it to
cover her breasts.  "Not now," she said.

   "Why not?  Nobody's around."

   "My nipples will get all hard."

   "Okay," I said, having no idea why this would be a bad thing.

   "I won't be able to fool anybody," she said.

   I shook my head, totally lost.  She took off her cap, shoved her long
hair forward, and pulled the cap back on, hiding her hair.  She took off
her sock and sneakers, shoving her pink socks inside the shoes.  "Kari
better not have been bullshitting me with that story," she said, lying down
on her back.

   Holy shit.  My wife was lying topless in the grass in the middle of a
public park.  Her breasts were flattened even more than usual since she was
lying on her back, but I was fantasizing a number of ways I could show
everybody in the park that she was a woman:

   I wanted to lean over her and suck hard on her nipples, making them
swell up and become hard as little rocks.

   I wanted to pull down her shorts, leaving her wearing nothing but a
skimpy pair of red bikini panties.

   Hell, I wanted to turn her over, rip off my own clothing, and fuck her
right in front of God and nature.

   What I did do, though, was turn myself over: there was no way I could
lie on my back, with how hard my cock was.

   I propped myself up on my elbows so I could still watch my wife.

   After a few minutes she seemed pretty relaxed (or at least as relaxed as
you could expect, considering she'd never been this exposed in public
before)...  and then we both noticed a couple in their late 30s or so --
about ten years older than us -- walking in our direction.  "I'm going to
turn around," Alix said quickly.

   "No," I said, "Just relax.  They have no reason to suspect anything."

   She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep in the sun.  The couple
walked by us, not fifteen feet away.  The man gave me a friendly nod, and
barely gave Alix a glance.  His wife (or girlfriend) did a quick
double-take when she saw Alix, then gave me a quick conspiratorial nod. 
She knew.  But she wasn't about to tell her guy that he'd just walked past
a topless woman without noticing.

   "They're gone," I told Alix.  She opened her eyes.  "They didn't suspect
a thing," I assured her.

   So when, ten minutes later, a college-aged boy ran by us chasing after a
Frisbee, she stayed perfectly calm -- except for the fact that he almost
tripped over her, that is.  He really didn't suspect a thing.

   I wondered whether it even counts as exhibitionism if nobody knows
you're exposing anything.

   And then suddenly somebody approached us from the side.  "Rob!  Funny
seeing you here," Cal said.  "Here for the fair, I guess?" Two somebodies,
actually: Cal and Patty, casual friends in their early 20s who lived across
the street from us.  "And...  Alix??" Cal continued.



   THE NEW SWIMSUIT CH.  02B

   Alix and Rob see a lot their next door neighbors.

   When my wife Alix's sister was honeymooning in Hawaii recently, she got
it into her head to wear just a pair of man's swim trunks, and see whether
anybody noticed she was a topless woman.  Since both sisters have very
small breasts, she actually got away with it: until her husband, horny as
hell watching his wife exposed on a public beach, threatened to tear her
trunks off and fuck her right there.

   Alix and I fantasized about her doing something similar, but there were
two roadblocks: she didn't think she'd have the nerve to try it, and we
lived hundreds of miles from the nearest beach.

   Then one afternoon we found ourselves in a park a good distance from
home, Alix realized she was wearing what looked like a pair of man's
shorts, and she decided to tuck her hair under her cap and go for it.  We
were in a fairly secluded area of the park, and the few people who passed
us by didn't (for the most part) think we were anything other than two guys
sunning themselves.

   Until Cal and Patty, who lived across the street from us, happened to
walk by.  "Rob!" Cal said, recognizing me.  And then, noticing my wife,
"Alix??"

   Alix was too mortified to even remember to cover herself up.  And Cal,
apparently, forgot that it was impolite to stare.  Alix told me afterward
that she could see Cal's dick harden under his shorts, which is something I
really did not need to know, and that knowing that a casual friend was
looking at her naked tits got her so hot, her nipples began to harden.

   I did notice her nipples hardening.

   Alix tried to explain about her sister and Hawaii, but she wasn't being
entirely coherent.

   Patty didn't seem to know whether she should be telling her husband to
stop staring.

   For my part, especially from my vantage point down on the grass next to
Alix, I couldn't help noticing that Patty's shorts were pretty damn short,
and that she had the legs to carry it off.  Cal and Patty were in their
early 20s, just a few years younger than we were.

   "Well," I said unnecessarily, "this is a bit awkward."

   Patty looked around, satisfied herself that nobody was nearby, then
grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up to her neck, yanking her
bra off her breasts at the same time.  They were impressively large and
firm.  A few seconds later, she covered herself back up.  "There," she
said. "now we're even."

   "I can't believe you did that!" Cal said once he was able to speak.

   "I'm sorry," Patty said, with a nervous laugh.  "I should have asked you
first.  Are you angry?"

   "I don't suppose I have the right to be," he said with a smile.  "Just
don't make a habit out of it."

   "You're the first man I've flashed since I met Cal," Patty told me.

   "I'm honored," I said, at the same time Alix responded "Same here."

   Alix told me afterward that even when Cal wasn't looking straight at
her, she could tell he had her eyes on her naked tits; and she was grateful
she was wearing loose khaki shorts, because her pussy was dripping like
crazy.

   "I guess we should get going," Cal said after a song silence.

   "No, you know what," Patty said, "I wouldn't mind getting some sun
myself."

   "But, umm," Cal said.

   "I think what your husband is trying to say," Alix said to Patty, "and
he's afraid of offending me, is that you don't have little-girl tits like
me, so you can't just lie here half naked."

   "You know he likes your tits just fine, though: he hasn't stopped
staring at them since we got here.  And today, I wish mine were more like
yours.  But," she said, and reached into the back of her t-shirt to unclasp
her bra.  A few more contortions under her shirt from various directions,
and she pulled her bra out of her shirt through the left arm sleeve.

   Then, after again making sure nobody was around, she pulled off her
t-shirt, laid it out on the ground, and quickly laid down on it on her
front, the way Alix had done with hers.  I only got to see Patty's breasts
for a couple of seconds, but it was a nice sight.

   (Of course, unlike Alix's, which remained completely hidden under her
body, Patty's spilled out a bit on either side)

   Alix turned onto her front as well, so the show really was over.  It was
disappointing,but understandable: it was sexy seeing her exposed like that,
but she didn't want her small tits to burn.

   The women both stretched out to get comfortable, obviously not intending
to stir for a while.  Patty had her legs so far apart that anybody right
behind her (which unfortunately I wasn't) could probably look straight up
her short shorts to her panties (if indeed she was wearing any).

   Since we weren't going anywhere, I took off my own shirt, and gently
rubbed Alix's bare back.  "That's so nice," she said softly.  "Don't stop."

   "What's nice?" Patty asked, half asleep.

   "Rob's rubbing Alix's back," Cal said.

   "I want," Patty said, and Cal began caressing her.  She sighed, and her
body relaxed completely.

   For the next few minutes, I ran my hand lightly across Alix's back, from
her shoulder blades down to the waistband of her shorts, and Cal was doing
the same to Patty.  Then he caught my attention, and with a mischievous
grin, gestured with a nod toward his wife's back.  Hoping this wasn't
something we'd live to regret, I quickly switched places with him and began
rubbing Patty's back while he took over on Alix.

   It was fun having my hand on a woman other than my wife, even if it was
all very innocent (though hopefully Alix and Patty would see it that way if
they suddenly opened their eyes).

   Well, maybe not quite so innocent: when he didn't think I was looking,
Cal slipped a couple of fingers about an inch under the waistband of Alix's
shorts.  Not far enough to come anywhere close to her ass, of course, but
still...

   So when I was sure Cal wasn't looking, I let my hand wander down Alix's
side until I was giving a quick stroke to the side of her breast.

   "Mmm," she whispered very softly.  "Nice.  But not in front of Alix and
Rob."

   A moment later, Alix said "Can you rub the back of my legs?  They're a
little sore from all the walking." Cal looked over at me (fortunately I'd
just removed my hand from the side of his wife's breast), shrugged, and
began working his ways up Alix's legs using both hands.  "Just like that,"
she said.

   I moved between Patty's legs and began lightly massaging them, also from
the ankles up.

   When Cal got to the baggy leg holes of Alix's shorts, he let his fingers
side up under them, and she didn't object.  I got the better end of the
deal, though: Alix's shorts were kind of long, and I doubted he made any
contact with her panties: Patty's shorts were so brief, my fingertips
brushed against the bottom of her bare ass, and I could see what looked
like the edge of bikini panties.  I was very aware that if I slid my
fingers over, I'd make contact with what might well be a very wet pussy. 
And I felt her push back just a bit, as if she wanted me to.

   I was pushing my luck as it was, of course.

   I guess Cal felt the same way, even though he didn't realize I'd taken
much greater liberties with his wife than he had with mine.  "We should
probably get going," he said sort of suddenly, taking his hand out of
Alix's shorts..

   I quickly withdrew my hand as well.  "Oh, do we have to?" Patty asked.
"That was starting to feelrealgood."

   Yeah, we should get out of here before Cal wonderswhatwas starting to
feel real good.

   While Patty was putting herself together  -" sliding her bra under her
body without getting up, fastening it, then sitting up to slip on her
t-shirt -- Cal asked us whether we had any plans for dinner.  We hadn't
given it much thought, what with the heat and traveling to the craft show,
and he asked us if we wanted to pop by for barbeque: nothing fancy, just
burgers and corn-on-the-cob, some salad...  and we were welcome to bring a
six-pack.

   *****

   Turned out, we started in on the beer first: it was still too warm to
fire up the grill.  We just laid around for a while getting acquainted (one
might argue that you usually get acquainted with peoplebeforeyou look at
each other's wife's breasts): we'd been in their back yard only once
before, a couple of summers ago during a neighborhood barbecue.

   Patty was wearing the same short shorts as this afternoon, but her shirt
(and apparently her bra as well) had been replaced by a very light
sleeveless top.  Alix had replaced her long, baggy shorts with a pair that
was almost as short as Patty's.

   Cal and I were both glancing appreciatively at their legs.

   "That's new, isn't it?" Alix asked, gesturing at the swimming pool.

   ""Yeah," Cal said, "we just put it in this spring."

   Alix went over to the edge, scooped up some water in her hand, and
brushed it across her forehead.  "Nice and cool," she said.  She picked up
a little more water, pulled her t-shirt away from her body an inch, and let
it drip down onto her chest.

   "I don't know about anybody else," Cal said, "but I can wait until
things cool off before eating.  If you guys want to run across the street
and get your swimsuits..."

   "Cal's been trying to talk me into swimming topless," Patty said.

   "Thanks for sharing that," he said.

   Instead of responding, Patty ran up behind Alix, grabbed her shoulders,
and pulled both of them into the pool.

   Alix was the first to climb out.  Wet, her t-shirt seemed to have become
two sizes smaller, skintight, and her hard nipples were poking through like
little thumbs.

   Patty seemed similarly shrink-wrapped into her shirt, her right breast
visible as if the shirt wasn't there at all.  As for her left breast, the
weight of the water was making her tank top sag down so far, it was exposed
down past the nipple.  "Did you ever want to swim topless, Alix?  It always
seemed like fun, but more fun if somebody did it with me.  And since the
guys have already seen our boobs..."

   "You don't have to convince me," Alix said.  "I have nothing to hide
from any of you anymore." She pulled off her wet shirt and dropped it to
the patio floor.

   Patty pulled off her own top, kicked off her sandals (sandal, actually,
because one of them had come off in the pool), and pushed down her shorts.
I was right that she was wearing brief bikini panties  -" and they were a
very light yellow, and nearly transparent when wet.  I could see that her
pussy was shaved, and her wet panties clung tightly against the lips of her
vulva.  She stood there, aware I was looking at her, for a moment longer
than she had to, then dove in.

   Alix started struggling with the sodden laces on her sneakers but before
she could remove her shoes, socks and shorts, I stripped down to my boxers
and jumped in the pool.  It was either that or stand there with my cock
trying to drill its way out of my shorts: Ineededthat cool water, if you
get my drift.

   That was the plan, anyway  -" but as soon as I surfaced, in
shoulder-deep water, I felt a thud on my back: Patty had latched onto me,
her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist.  "Come on,"
she said, "give me a ride.  Until Cal comes in."

   I glanced up at Cal, who was still undressing.  He shrugged.  Me
carrying Patty around seemed harmless enough.  I half-walked half-jumped
across the pool.  "This is fun," Patty said.  "I've done this before, but
never topless.  Hey, does this mean I'm abareback rider?"

   "Good one," I said.  "Well, I've done this before, but never with naked
boobs right behind me."

   "Oh, you like them?" she asked, leaning forward and brushing her breasts
against the back of my neck.

   Before I could answer (yes, I did like them), Alix was suddenly in front
of me "Give me my guy back," she said, leaping at me.

   So of course Patty and I went falling backward into the water, coming up
a few second later spitting out water and giggling.  "Hey," Patty said to
Cal, "Alix tried to drown me.  You have to protect me."

   "I will avenge you!" Cal said, picking up Alix and tossing her over his
shoulder.  She hit the water headfirst, and the force of the water pulled
her panties halfway down her ass.  She hiked them back up and she got back
to her feet.

   I got behind Patty and wrapped an arm around her chest.  "Okay, that's
enough," I said, "I have your wife hostage." I suddenly realized my arm was
pressed against the bottoms of her breasts.  "Um..." I said, quickly moving
them down.

   "Had your arm somewhere it shouldn't have been?" Patty asked teasingly,
gently grinding her ass against my cock underwater.

   "Oh god," I almost said out loud, feeling my cock go completely hard,
wedging into the crotch of her tiny panties.  Was it sticking out of my
boxers?  I couldn't tell under the water, and I was afraid to look.

   But also so tempted to slide my cock under her panties.

   "I think those two need to be broken up," Cal said to Alix, and they
both came at us.  Cal got in front of Patty and tried to grab her out of my
grasp, so of course I put my other arm around her as well, right across her
breasts.  Cal had his body pressed against hers and he tried to pull her
away.  "Um...  let's not squash the boobs, okay guys?" Patty said, and Alix
began tugging at me from behind.

   I suddenly realized that with Cal pushed against Patty in front, and me
from behind, it was like we were double-fucking her.  I let go suddenly,
and Alix and I went flying backward, both of doing very sloppy backflips
into the water.

   We came up coughing up water, and while we were catching our breath,
Alix suddenly tripped again.  I grabbed her, and we both noticed that her
panties had fallen down past her knees.  Obviously, these panties were not
designed to stay on well when soaking wet (and whywouldthey be?)

   She realized she couldn't reach her her panties without putting her head
underwater, so she took a deep breath and went down.  She never got to her
panties, because she spotted my cock, sticking straight out from my body.
She closed a hand around it, then came back to the surface.  "I hope this
hasn't been anywhere it shouldn't have been," she said with a grin.

   "Not yet," I told her.

   She kicked off her panties and as they floated off, we both looked over
at Cal and Patty.  They weren't paying any attention to us: Cal was
whispering something to her, and he had a hand firmly on one of her
breasts.

   Alix put her arms around the back of my neck, jumped up, and brought her
crotch against mine.  I took a few tries and some awkward maneuvering,
since we'd never done this before, but eventually my cock slid deep inside
her.  "Oh fuck!" she yelled out, in case Cal and Patty hadn't figured out
what we were doing in their pool.

   We needn't have worried: Cal and Penny had left the pool.  He was lying
on one of the lounge chairs and she was on top of him, naked, happily
riding his cock.  Over Alix's shoulder, I could see Patty's breasts
bouncing along with the rest of her body: breasts, I remembered, I'd had my
arm on just a few minutes earlier.  For that matter, my naked cock had been
almost touching her pussy.

   The thought of this made me push into Alix even harder.  I know it's
wrong to think about fucking another woman when you're fucking your wife,
but we all do it.  And to be fair, I was more justified than most.

   "Squeeze my tits," Patty said loudly, and Cal obeyed.

   "Fuck me harder," Alix said, with no reason to even try to be quiet now.
"Jam that  -" oh,oh -" jam that cock into my wet pussy!"

   "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Patty said, and as if in response, Alix
yelled "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming!"

   "Oh god,ahhhhhh!"

   "Rob, cum in me right--eeeeee!"

   I started cumming in Alix so hard, my knees got weak, and after a few
seconds I had to let go of her.  My cum floated out of her pussy as she
dropped into the water, while one last spurt was shooting out of my cock.

   *****

   We climbed out of the pool, and we all quietly got dressed I thought
things might get a little awkward  -" we'd just been naked and fucked in
front of one another, after all  -" but it was okay.  "If you guys want to
change into dry clothing, I'll fire up the grill."

   "Sounds like a plan," I said.

   It took us a little longer to get back to their patio than we'd planned:
once we got upstairs and out of our wet clothing, I pushed Alix down on the
bed and had my way with her again.  Cal and Patty, dressed in dry clothing
now, didn't seem to notice how long we'd been gone  -" and I figured out
why when I saw their wet clothing in a pile next to the lounge chair: they
must have stripped down after we left, had their own second round, then
gone into the house, still naked, to change.

   Patty was wearing another pair of short shorts, and a crop top that
didn't come down very far below her breasts.  She was clearly bra-less, and
I doubted she ever wore the top like that in public: on a hot evening,
though, among people who'd already seen her naked...

   Again, I expected things to be a little weird  -" but despite the sexy
outfits the wives were wearing (Alix had on a short cotton skirt and a top
that looked a lot more like a bikini top; maybe she just wanted to be
prepared if she got pushed into the pool again), we all just ate, drank,
relaxed and got better acquainted.

   At one point, when Cal went into the house to fetch some more beer, and
Alix went in right afterward to go to the bathroom, Patty turned to me and
said, somewhat sternly, "Now that we're alone, I have a couple of words for
you."

   Oh shit, I thought: she's pissed that I was humping her in the pool. 
She started it, of course, but I was happy enough to let my cock slide
between her legs.

   Or maybe she figured out I'd grabbed her ass at the park, pretending to
be her husband.

   She sat down next to me.  "Two words," she said.

   "Yes?"

   "Nice.  Cock."



   THE NEW SWIMSUIT CH.  02C

   A party for four couples gets out of control.

   ROB

   "Nice cock," my neighbor Patty said.

   You might want to go back to the beginning for context -- but the short
version is, we'd come over to Cal and Patty's for dinner, all gotten a bit
more friendly with one another in the pool than we'd expected to, and then
Rob and I had fucked our own wives in view of one another.  Alix and I went
home and changed into dry clothing, and now here we were back on Cal and
Patty's patio.  Or I was, anyway: Alix had gone inside to use the bathroom
shortly after Cal had gone in to get more beer.

   "Thanks," I said.  "Not that you actually saw it, of course."

   "I sure felt it when you were standing behind me.  Naughty man, letting
your cock slide between your neighbor's wife's legs."

   "It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been grinding against me."

   She made no secret of glancing down at my crotch; and I saw no point
trying to hide the fact that I was getting hard again.  "I have a feeling I
will get to see it soon enough."

   "I don't know," I said.  "Do you think we'll end up going that far?  I
mean watching each other fuck is one thing..."

   "That's quite a tiny top Alix is wearing," Patty said.

   Not sure exactly where she was going with this, I just nodded in
agreement.

   "It just barely covers what needs covering, and she's one good sneeze
away from a wardrobe malfunction."

   "You're not too far from one yourself," I pointed out.  Appreciatively.
Patty has rather large breasts, and after our swimming pool adventure she'd
changed into a top that came down only as far as a top legally needed to.
And she hadn't bothered with a bra.

   "Really?" she said, as if realizing it for the first time.  She lifted
her top high enough to expose the bottom of her breasts, and then let it
drop back into place.  "Good thing I took my allergy pill this morning.  My
point is, Cal and Alix have been gone for a while, haven't they?"

   "Not that long," I said, but now I certainly did know what she was
getting at.

   "She could have come out of the bathroom, run into him, he says Have a
beer with me before we go back out.  And they do, and he notices her tiny
little top is a little crooked, and since she has a glass in her hand, he
offers to adjust it for her.  But what he really does it pull it down just
a little bit, just enough for her hard nipples to pop out.  And she says
You men are all alike.  You've been looking at them all day." Patty smiled,
running her hand teasingly across the bottom of her shirt again "But you
understand that, right, Rob?"

   "Sure," I admitted.

   "So maybe he says What's different is that now we're alone.  And he
reaches over to touch her nipple.  Does she let him?"

   "I think she does," I said.

   "Does that bother you?  Cal touching your wife like that?"

   "If you'd asked me yesterday, I'd have said yes.  But as long as it's
okay with Alix..."

   Patty pulled her shirt above her breasts.  "It's okay with me," she
said. Without hesitation, I lightly cupped each of her breasts, then stoked
them, pressing down harder each time I passed over a nipple.  "Mmm," she
said.  "I was wishing you'd do that when we were in the pool."

   "I'm not surprised, the way you were grinding back against my cock."

   "You liked that?"

   "I'm sure you could tell how much I liked it," rubbing her breasts
harder, wondering whether she'd let me suck one of her nipples.

   "Oh, I did.  And I loved how your cock was poking into me just right. 
You know, if Cal and Alix hadn't come over, maybe I would have pushed my
panties to the side..."

   "And let my hard cock slide inside you?" I asked.  But before she could
respond, she pulled away and let her shirt drop back down over her breasts.
Alix and Cal were coming out of the house.

   Alix came over to me and immediately noticed the bulge in my shorts. 
"Let me help you hide that," she said, climbing onto my lap.  She didn't
tuck her short skirt underneath her as she sat, so it just was her panties
pressed down against my shorts.  "You're nice and hard," she said softly.
"What were you two doing out here?"

   "Just talking," I said.

   She wriggled her body against my hard cock.  "Yeah," she said, "us too."

   Saturday Evening

   ALIX

   Tom and Susan were the last couple to arrive.  We were all lying
poolside by that point, enjoying the last bit of evening sun, except for
Cal who was getting the grill started.

   He and the other guys watched as Susan stripped off her shorts,
revealing a bikini bottom pretty damn close to a string.  When she pulled
the t-shirt over her head, her bikini top was so brief, I thought at first
she wasn't wearing one.

   But let's backtrack a few days, to Monday evening.  It was a rainy
evening, not as hot as the weekend had been, though drier and hotter
weather was expected back before the end of the week.

   When Patty called me after work, well, I wasn't sure what to expect: was
she freaked out after what had happened the previous day?  Part of me was
happy it was raining -- because the way we all left it the night before, I
had a feeling Cal and Patty were going to invite us over again on Monday,
and I wasn't sure where things were going to go from there.  Or where I
wanted them to.

   You know what, I can keep backtracking and backtracking, and this whole
story will play out like Memento, but instead let's go right back to the
beginning.  Which is actually my sister's story.  If you don't want to
start reading from The New Swimsuit Chapter 1, here's the recap:

   My younger sister Kari and I have always been flat.  There was a time,
when I was in my late teens and she was in her early teens, when she was
angry at me over it: her reasoning was, I represented proof that she
wouldn't suddenly "bloom" when she hit 16 or 17.

   She was always a lot more sensitive about her tiny breasts than I was,
and when she honeymooned in Hawaii earlier this year, she became convinced
her new husband was more interested in looking at the women on the beach
who filled out their bikini tops better.  Even after he convinced her he
loved the way she looked, she got it in her had to prove she looked like a
boy by lying out on the beach, on her back, wearing only a pair of men's
swim trunks.  Not a topless beach, I should add.

   When she told me about this, I was instantly intrigued: I didn't feel
the need to do the same thing to prove a point, like she did, but it
sounded like a irresistible method of "safe" exhibitionism.  Did I dare lie
out in public exposed like that, letting people walk by not realizing they
were seeing an almost-naked woman?

   After a few "practice runs," going out topless into our backyard at
night (which also led to some great outdoor fucking), I got up the nerve to
try it in a secluded area of a park halfway across the state.  Strangers
walked past us, and not one of them had any idea we weren't just two guys
getting some sun.  Until, of all people, our neighbors Patty and Cal saw
us. Or more importantly, me.  Almost all of me.

   This was easily the most embarrassing moment of my life; but a few hours
later we were at Patty and Cal's pool, Patty and I were swimming topless
(in our panties, no less), and after a bit of horseplay which I thought for
a while might get way out of hand, we ended up fucking our own spouses in
full view of one another.

   I figured that was the end of it, as Rob and I went home to change into
dry clothing for dinner; but a little while after we ate, I was coming out
of the bathroom and Cal was in the den, scooping fresh ice into a bucket of
beer cans.

   "Hey, Alix," he called to me as I walked past.

   "Hey yourself," I said, still feeling his one hand on my thigh and the
other on my bare ribcage as he picked me up and tossed me into the water an
hour earlier.  I'd gone in headfirst and -- though I'm sure he hadn't
noticed -- my wet panties had slid halfway down my ass.

   "I wanted to compliment you on your outfit," he said.

   I admit, when I'd changed, I'd chosen a show-off outfit: a shirt skirt
and on top, a red bandeau that covered what needed to be covered and not
much more.  A lot of women don't like these tight, stretchy tops because
they tend to flatten; but I had nothing really to flatten, did I?

   I thanked him and he said "You know, though, I think that top would look
better just a little lower down."

   "I'm sure it would," I said with a laugh.  The top didn't come more than
an inch or so above my nipples.

   "Come over here then," he said.  "I'll fix it for you."

   "I don't think that's a very good idea."

   "I promise, I won't touch you anywhere improper."

   I admit, I was curious to see what he had in mind; so I walked over to
him.

   He hooked a finger under each side of the bandeau and slowly pulled it
down.  My pink aureoles suddenly came into view and, when I didn't stop
him, my nipples.  Even though he'd seen me topless this afternoon and
evening, I felt a little self-conscious being here alone with him, with my
nipples hard and erect.  "Remember, no touching," I reminded him, not
certain whether I'd have held him to his promise.

   But he was true to his word: he picked up an ice cube and very gently
brushed it against each nipple.  They grew harder, almost painfully so. 
"They look a lot better now," Cal said with a smile.

   I needed to run outside and make my husband fuck me, right there on the
patio.  But no, I needed to cum right now.  I glanced over at the door to
make sure neither of our spouses was coming in.  "Suck," I told Cal; and
not waiting for further discussion, he leaned over and wrapped his lips
over one of my engorged nipples.  I was already so close to cumming that
the moment his tongue touched the tip of my nipple, my whole body jerked. I
pushed a hand over my mouth just on time to keep from screaming out loud,
and I'm pretty sure I even squirted a little, something I'd only ever done
a few times before.  Hard to say, because my panties were already damp.

   I went outside, lifted by skirt before climbing onto Rob's lap, and did
so much squirming about while we waited for dinner to be ready, I might as
well have been giving him a lap dance.

   When I finally got up, not all of the dampness on the front of his
shorts was mine.

   But there was no more overt sexual behavior that evening: no
after-dinner skinnydipping, no inappropriate touching of the wrong spouse,
certainly no watching one another fuck...  I did notice Cal slipping his
hand up Patty's flimsy shirt a couple of times, and Rob's hand did wander
under my skirt and brush against my panties a few times, but that was it.

   *****

   Anyway, so now it was Monday evening and Patty asked me if I wanted to
drive over to the mall with her.  It was a quiet trip until halfway there
when she said "Last night.  That was something, huh?"

   "Yeah."

   "You never had sex with somebody else watching either, right?"

   "No."

   More silence.

   "Just tell me..." she said hesitantly.

   "What."

   "That you and Cal didn't do anything worse than what Rob and I did."

   Which was hard to say, since I didn't know what they'd done or if she
was talking about Rob kind of pushing up against her in the pool...  or did
they do anything while Cal and I were inside the house?...  but I said "No,
we didn't."

   And that seemed to satisfy her.  "Okay, then completely unrelated... 
since it's supposed to be warm again this weekend, we've been thinking
about having a little barbecue party like we did a couple years ago.  Only
just couples without children this time, because of the pool.  Saturday
evening.  Can you guys makes it?"

   "I'll double-check with Rob, but I think we're free."

   "Good.  I was thinking Francis and Xi.  And do you know Tom and Susan
from around the block?"

   "Sure."

   "That's actually why I wanted to hit the mall tonight: the swimsuits I
have are kind of ratty-looking.  I haven't bought a new one in a few
years."

   "Getting something hot?"

   She laughed.  "Maybe later in the season.  For now, I'm just looking for
something for the party Saturday."

   "You know," I said a few seconds later, "I'm thinking..."

   "Uh-oh," she said with a smile.

   "Why not get something a little sexy for the party?  I mean it, and I
will too.  It's just going to be grown-ups there.  It'll be fun."

   "You're just on a hormonal high from yesterday," Patty said.

   "Damn right.  Can I ask you a personal question?"

   "Um..."

   "How many times did Cal fuck you last night?" It was two for Rob and me,
plus a quickie this morning; in addition to once in the pool yesterday and
once when we'd gone home to change.

   "Mmm.  Okay, you win," she said.

   *****

   Neither one of us told our husbands we were dressing to impress for the
barbecue, but neither of them complained.  Patty was wearing a red
one-piece cut scandalously high on the leg.  The top half had built-in
support for "the girls," and a very deep cleavage.

   I had a powder-blue bikini with bottoms that covered my ass completely
(but snugly enough to look like a second skin -- assuming I had powder-blue
skin) and a bandeau top similar to what I'd been wearing Sunday evening;
except with a wider strap in the back to keep it in place, and a cut-out
area between the breasts.  The cut-out was adjustable and I had it set as
wide as possible.  Wide enough that little more than my aureoles and
nipples were actually covered.

   Before our other neighbors arrived, Ron and Cal were openly ogling one
another's wives.  I had a feeling that it were only the four of us this
evening, things would be getting seriously out of hand very quickly.

   Francis and Xi showed up about fifteen minutes after we did.  Patty had
told Xi and Susan about our plan to dress a little sexy, and they both
thought it sounded like fun: it's not often they got the chance, and it's a
lot easier when you know the other women there are also doing it.

   Xi was wearing a pink two-piece tankini: Don't get me wrong, she looked
nice enough -- she was small but curvy, and the material was snug enough to
cling to every curve -- but she either didn't get the memo about tonight's
dress code, or she didn't feel comfortable dressing sexy to the party.

   ROB

   I really hadn't suspected anything when Alix didn't want me to see her
new bikini ahead of time -- but when I did see what she was wearing, and
then what Patty was wearing, I realized the girls had planned this out. 
Not that either Cal or I was complaining, though I guess I was a little
surprised they wanted to show off this much in front of our other
neighbors.

   Alix's was light blue, and the top was really just like a band that went
around her body, not covering a whole lot more than an inch or two around
each nipple.  Patty had a one-piece cut so low in front, I had no idea what
was keeping her breasts from popping out.

   And speaking of popping out, even though I was wearing baggy trunks, I
could tell it was going to be tough to keep my cock from making a spectacle
of itself.  Especially after I walked past Patty and she caught me glancing
down her cleavage, said "Remember when you had your hands all over my boobs
last week?" and, after a quick glance to make sure nobody was watching,
brushed her hand lightly against my cock.  Fortunately, Alix had no idea
I'd been staring at Patty's almost-exposed breasts.

   I really wished the other two couples weren't going to be joining us. 
Maybe Alix and Patty would swim topless again (not that they weren't
already damn close to it), and maybe I'd get the chance to touch Patty
again.  Or more.  Last week when I was alone with her for a few minutes,
just before she let me massage her breasts, she made it pretty clear she
thought she'd be soon be seeing my cock up-close-and-personal.

   I wondered how far this thing with the four of us was going to go,
anyway.

   I curled up next to Alix on her lounge chair, and began playing with the
exposed skin between the cups of her top.  A bit at a time, I pushed the
cups further apart, until I was almost exposing -- and touching -- her
aureoles.  At the same time, after seeing what I was doing, Cal was working
a hand deeper and deeper into Patty's cleavage.

   "Are you back here?" Francis called out from the side of the house.  Cal
quickly pulled his hand away as if it had been caught in the cookie jar,
and I guess I must have looked the same.  Alix readjusted her top.

   Xi pulled off a long t-shirt and showed us that she was wearing a pink
tankini: you know, those things that look like a camisole on top and
panties on bottom?  It was cute, but didn't really show off a lot of skin,
not like Alix and Patty's outfits.

   Or...  was it really a tankini, I suddenly thought.  But then I
dismissed the notion as wishful thinking.

   XI

   Patty hadn't made it clear whether we were supposed to let our husbands
know what we'd planned for Saturday night, so I decided to tell him.  I
could see his mind immediately begin to race.  "Susan, Patty and Alix all
wearing their sexiest swimsuits?"

   "And me too," I reminded him with a fake scowl.

   "Oh yeah," he said, and I smacked him lightly.

   "Give me five minutes and then come into the bedroom," I told him. 
"I'll show you what I'm thinking of wearing."

   When he came in, I was posing with my hands on my hips, wearing nothing
but a pair of crotchless panties.  "What," I said when I saw his reaction.
"Too daring?"

   His only response was to push me back onto the bed and take advantage of
the hole in my panties for the next twenty minutes or so.

   Afterward, as we lay in bed and he was stroking my right nipple, he said
"Seriously, do you know what you want to wear yet?"

   "I have some ideas," I said with a grin.  And then "I know what's going
through your mind: you're wondering whether sexy bathing suits will somehow
turn into no bathing suits."

   "You can't blame a guy for dreaming."

   "Well, I'm sure it's not that kind of party.  I don't know about Susan
--" I never really cared for Susan: a bit too loud and attention-hungry for
my taste.  "--but I doubt anybody has ever seen Patty and Alix's breasts
other than their own husbands."

   I, on the other hand, wouldn't mind all that much if somebody got to see
mine: we'd been to topless beaches several times on vacations.  Granted
those were all strangers: but a couple of times, five years ago, we'd tried
soft-swapping -- trading spouses and doing everything short of actual
fucking -- with some close friends.

   I knew what I was going to wear Saturday, and I was pretty sure Francis
wouldn't mind.

   PATTY

   We only had six loungers, so each couple shared one, with the wife in
front of and nestled against her husband.  My body was hiding Cal's
hard-on, and I assume Alix and Xi were doing the same for their own
husbands.

   I was a little sorry I was wearing a one-piece, because our husbands all
had their arms around our bellies, and I was the only one not being held on
my bare skin: Alix had nothing between her bikini top and bottoms, of
course, and Francis had raised Xi's top to just over her belly button.

   Cal was staring right down my swimsuit, though, and I'm not sure whether
any of the others noticed.

   We all chatted amiably, and after a while I no longer felt Cal's cock
jabbing into my lower back.  Finally he got up to start the grill going,
and a few minutes later Tom and Susan showed up.  Susan removed her shirts
and t-shirt to reveal a swimsuit-- okay, strike that, I don't think anybody
has ever attempted to swim in what she was wearing.

   I'd seen suits like this in fashion magazines, but never on a live human
being: it covered her aureoles and nipples with some material to spare, but
left exposed a lot of what Cal calls "sideboob" and "bottomboob." Let's
just say maybe a third of her breasts was covered.

   Her bottoms weren't much better.  Her pussy was completely covered, but
she was showing a lot more ass than what's normal for a neighborhood pool
party.

   "If you guys keep staring like that," she said a bit too coyly, "you're
going to embarrass me.  Patty did say to wear the sexiest suits we had, and
I see that..." and here she glanced meaningfully at Xi "most of us did."

   FRANCIS

   "Patty did say to wear the sexiest suits we had," Susan said, then
looked at Xi and added "and I see that most of us did."

   I've been married to Xi for seven years.  I know all too well her "Oh,
you did not just fuck with me..." look.

   "Hey, now that we're all here," Xi said, "why don't we all take a quick
dip before dinner?"

   XI

   Rob and Patty were the first in the pool, and by the time Tom, Francis
and Alix joined them, Patty was already perched on Rob's shoulders getting
piggybacked across the pool.  What's that all about, I wondered?

   I stood by the edge of the pool.  "Coming in, Susan?" I asked.

   She just stood there as if I'd asked her to jump into a fire pit.  "That
really is a swimsuit, isn't it?" I asked her, loudly enough for everybody
else to hear, but not loudly enough that it was obvious I wanted them to.
"Not just something you're wearing so you can tease the guys while staying
safe?  I guess most of us really wore swimsuits."

   She hesitated for another moment, then walked past me, muttering
"Fuck... you..." under her breath, and jumped into the water with her arms
folded over her chest.

   And it didn't help: before she came to the surface, I could see her
trying frantically to work her bikini top -- such as it was -- back into
place.

   I jumped in alongside her.  "Tease," I said under my breath.

   "At least I had the guts to wear something sexy in the first place," she
hissed back.

   I swam underwater to Francis and popped up behind him.  "Let me up on
your shoulders," I said.  He ducked down and I climbed aboard.  When I was
clear of the water again, I turned to face Susan again, gave her a smile,
then told Francis "Let's go after Patty and Rob."

   ROB

   "I challenge thee," Xi said to Patty, as Francis's rider challenged my
rider to a chicken fight.  Patty accepted and as they faced one another,
positioning themselves to try to shove one another into the pool, I got a
good look at Xi and saw that what I'd hoped for was true: she wasn't
wearing a tankini after all, but an actual matching camisole and panties
set.  And soaking wet, the pink top was almost invisible, displaying her
perfect breasts not a foot in front of me.

   Momentarily startled, I took an involuntary step backward, and Patty
tumbled into the water.

   Xi threw her arms up in the air (which was an incredible sight), and
said "Easiest win ever!" Then "Who's next?"

   ALIX

   I pulled Cal over to the edge of the pool and then into the chest-deep
water: if Rob was going to be Patty's horse, then Cal was going to be mine.

   Not that Cal wasn't more than happy for an excuse to stand inches away
Xi and her see-through outfit.

   I was very aware that Xi had changed the tone of the party the moment
she'd gotten her outfit wet.  She wasn't naked -- neither was Susan for
that matter -- but the atmosphere was clearly sexual now.  As I prepared to
climb onto Cal's shoulders, I knew I could very well end this game with my
top pulled off, my tiny breasts expose to all our friends.

   The thought made me so horny, it was almost painful.

   The next round of chicken-fighting never happened, though: Xi didn't
want me, she wanted Susan.

   She walked over to Susan, who was still standing in waist-deep water,
and said, just loudly enough for her to hear (and Cal and me: we were
standing about 20 feet away, him right behind me), "Take me on, bitch."

   Susan instinctively looked down at her own dangerously skimpy bikini,
knowing what would happen if she grappled with Xi.

   As soon as she saw this, Xi quickly reached out and yanked on Susan's
top, ripping it right off of her.

   Time seemed to freeze, and Susan comprehended what had happened.

   I became aware that Cal's right arm was draped around my torso, just
underneath my breasts.

   Susan was exposed for several seconds before she got her wits about her
and brought her arms up to cover her breasts.

   Xi started give him her little slaps on the face: not to hurt her, only
to annoy.  "What's wrong, afraid to let everybody see your tits?"

   "Fuck...  you..." Susan said, taking her arms from her breasts and using
her left arms to deflect Xi's slaps while with her right hand tearing at
Xi's top.

   Or trying to, anyway: it stretched some, but didn't rip

   Had Cal moved in closer to me?  I could certainly feel his cock poking
at me through our bathing suits.

   Frustrated, Susan strode over to Xi's husband Francis, making no attempt
to cover herself up, pulled him over to the shallow, knee-deep end of the
pool, put her hands on either side of his waist, quickly yanked down his
trunks, and shoved her mouth over his hard cock.

   Francis was too started to object -- or at least that's what he was
going to claim, anyway.

   Cal was deliberately pressing against me now.  I knew I shouldn't, but I
ground my ass back at him, just a little.

   Susan was sucking Francis's cock with a vengeance.

   Literally, I guess.

   This had to have been the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

   Cal must have thought so too, because as we were watching, he was
pushing hard against my pussy underwater.

   Francis groaned, clearly about to cum, as Xi pulled Susan from him --
fortunately, not taking half his dick with her.  Francis's knees bucked as
he came, several strings of white liquid hitting the shallow end of the
pool.

   By the time I turned my attention back to the women, who were wrestling
in the water several feel away, Xi had somehow lost both parts of her
outfit, and was naked.

   And with Cal now thrusting openly behind me -- nobody was watching us,
after all -- my pussy was on fire as never before.

   I untied by bikini bottoms, using one hand to hold them against my left
thigh, so they didn't float away.

   Not only did Cal know just what I wanted (needed), he'd obviously lost
his own swimsuit somewhere along the way.  The head of his cock was now
nestled between the folds of my pussy lips

   Cal wrapped an arm around me, yanked me backwards against him...  and
just like that, for the first time in my life, I had a cock other than
Rob's deep inside my pussy.  I knew from seeing it last week that Cal's
cock was a fairly normal size -- but it felt like broomstick, that's how
horny I was.

   Each stroke felt like a cool fire inside my pussy, after a while giving
me a string of mini-orgasms; but this was only making me hornier by the
second and I knew that at this awkward angle, neither of us would ever
really cum.

   I tore myself away from Cal, wading over to Rob, my bikini bottom
sliding down my leg as I moved.  I grabbed his arm and said, barely trying
keep my voice low, "Take me upstairs and fuck me right now."

   If he wondered why I was bottomless, let alone suspected that his friend
had just had his cock inside of me, he didn't say a word.

   We ran into the house, went upstairs, and found the bedroom easily
enough.  He threw me onto the bed, stripped off his trunks, and fucked me
without a moment's foreplay.  He never even bothered to take off my bikini
top, but at one point he shoved his hand underneath it to grab one of my
tiny boobs, and did it roughly enough to tear the top down the middle.

   The bedroom window faced the patio -- and I don't know what was going on
down there at the time, but when I screamed, I'm sure everybody heard me.