Here we were. On this beautiful, warm California day, we were stuck visiting Sue’s new work friend at her home. I had a list of excuses to choose from so we can exit quickly and salvage the day. All I knew about this woman, who goes by Redd, was that she was a redhead, go figure, and Sue thought she was pretty and a kindred spirit. They’d only met last week, so neither of us had met Redd’s husband. Yet Sue thought the forty-mile drive here was worth our time. She refused to explain.

As she balanced our covered brownies plate on the short, curved walkway, both of us straightened and uncreased our tiny shorts. My navy blue ones had front pockets which I’d emptied in the car, at Sue’s insistence. Her bright white ones had none and, except for the tiny cuffs, looked like they were artfully painted on her. They clung seductively to her cute little ass and minimized her slim waist. Very sexy, and her obvious camel toe was sure to grab their attention. Despite her denials, I was sure she was aware of her seductive exposure.

Her cropped, and largely perforated, green sport jersey flowed with any breeze or movement so her braless tits were constantly teasing us with near exposure, just as she liked—even with strangers now. The perforations occasionally snagged a hard nipple and allowed the tip of it to nearly escape. At least she chose the shirt with the normal arm holes instead of the huge arm holes or her tits would be constantly displayed as they shifted. Either shirt is known to make an impression—hardening nipples on an admiring woman and a growing tent pole on a man. I wondered why she chose to be so daring on our first meeting. She refused to discuss it.

We rang the bell and knocked at the stroke of noon. While waiting for a response, I lifted her cropped shirt to expose her cute little tits, pretended to adjust it, then reached under it and pinched a nipple to watch it grow. Though she slapped my hand away, I knew she enjoyed the risk of flashing a stranger since it “wasn’t her fault.” She smiled, turned so nearby neighbors in their closely spaced homes could also see, and flashed me a nipple with her free hand. A loud “Come in,” brought us back from our giddy teasing.

When we rounded a corner, we saw the husband in a white tank top, seated with his hairy legs protruding from under his laptop. “Hi. I’m Richard, but everyone calls me Dick. I guess you’re Al and Sue. Give me a minute to close this file. Done!” Sue put the brownies on a table and turned back toward Dick. He closed the laptop, slid it aside and quickly stood with his eyes locked on Sue’s tight shorts. We were both surprised and drawn to his naked and denuded groin. Sue’s jaw dropped as he approached, hand out, dick swinging and swelling. He briefly shook my hand, but he was blatantly locked onto Sue’s minimally exposed, rounded, lower, naked tits. Seeing her expression, he said “I guess Redd didn’t tell you to expect this?“ He flared his dick and lifted his balls boldly.

Despite taking a similar vanguard in my own ribald gatherings, I was surprised speechless at his premature boldness, but Sue stammered, “N-n-n-o. She didn’t.” She shook his hand, but was fixated on his naked, shaved and stiffening dick. As their handshake made it sway from side to side, she pointed and asked if “That” was why he wanted us to call him Dick? Then she smiled a wicked, seductive smile. She didn’t notice, or object, that Dick was making her tiny tits swing farther at the same time and trying to get them to escape. I noticed her swollen nipples making tracks and snagging the shirt’s perfs. With her implied consent, he shook her shoulders more aggressively, almost cartoonishly. My dick began to swell at the thought of my wife’s bared tits and the impending, irresistible contacts. “W-w-where is Redd?”

Perfectly on cue, the rear sliding door opened and Redd entered, but stopped and silently stared at our other halves obviously shaking each other excessively. She smiled as she said, “I see you’ve all met Dick and he approves of your outfit, Sue.” She was beautiful and totally, lusciously naked. Her figure was perfect with firm D-cups, narrow waist, flared hips and a bold, crimson landing strip which stopped at her waxed and swelling labia.

Though I barely took the time to note how toned and sexy her legs were, her stare lingered on my fully tented shorts. Already at full attention, my stiffness pointed directly at her and surged blatantly. Considering all the bare skin around me, I chose not to hide or suppress it. Curiously, her nipples were flat. Was this so common for them that their nakedness didn’t excite her or matter? She closed the door and, with a sultry smile, slowly bent over to grab an ankle with both hands. Her heavy tits billowed and her pussy swelled and winked at me. My cock waved back.

So, with Redd’s heavy and shapely tits available to all of us, why was Dick so eager to help Sue’s tiny tits escape? When I glanced at them, they were still jostling each other, but Dick’s fully stiffened and thickened cock was slapping Sue’s thigh at groin level and leaving a slippery trail behind. Sue didn’t move away or object.

She looked at beautiful Redd. “I suspected something like this when you said you BAREly enjoyed your weekends and begged us to join you. At least one of you is bare.” As soon as she said that, Dick released her hand and whipped his shirt off. Now both our hosts were naked and Sue gasped. I began to feel awkwardly over dressed and silently watched as he stepped behind Sue, lifted his cock then pressed it against her cute ass. She held her ground as he pulled her hips against his, she stuttered, “W-w-w-e brought healthy, home made brownies.” We all ignored the desperate comment.

Redd had moved against me, pressed her firm, yet soft tits on me. “So pleased to meet you, Al.” She stared at my glaringly tented shorts. “Is that a pickle in your pocket or are you hugely pleased to meet me too?” She looked back at Dick, so I turned too. He was just placing Sue’s hand on his hard, naked cock and she squeezed as she stared at me and Redd. He began rubbing her waist, abs and her lower, rounded tits.

Still facing them, I bravely answered Redd, “I, uh, don’t know. Why don’t you check my pockets?” Was this why Sue had me empty them in the car? Did she expect this to turn into a hard swinging day? What’s happened to my closeted exhibitionist that they so easily talked her into nudity with strangers? Redd reached deep into my pocket and pushed my pickle around. “Still not sure? M-m-maybe you need to go deeper or find another route?” She did.

After sliding her hand into my shorts from my waist, she firmly gripped my cock and slowly jacked it. “Not a pickle! I would have been extremely insulted if you hadn’t stood stiffly at attention and saluted. Going commando was a great idea. I can tell Sue is bare under her shorts too, by the crispness of her swollen camel toe. I can’t wait to see and taste it—again.” My cock surged at the vision of her explicit plan and I wondered when she had seen and tasted my wife’s pussy.

“Did your wife tell you I got her to flash her bare tits at work for me? I didn’t think so. Of course, I had to flash her first. I even took off my top completely in the break room and dared her to join me or I’d stay topless until anyone else discovered us.” Redd laughed. “She finally stripped down. We licked, bit and sucked each other’s nipples until we heard people approach. That’s when I invited her for a bare weekend. Her nipples look even harder now than at the office. They are succulent and beautiful. Dick will also love tasting them.” That was a presumptuous statement. At least it was five minutes ago. Now it was a certainty.

Despite my eyes rolling from her touch, I looked at Sue, who was still just two feet away. She was bent slightly, leaning on one hand while the other firmly jerked Dick’s long dick. With her legs spread, he had access to her groin and was scraping her labia from behind. I could see her swollen clit’s outline pressing the thin fabric; her plumped lips strained it. His rubbing her was making one little tit completely swing out below the cropped jersey. As Redd said, they were at their hardest and extremely tempting. I reached under her shirt and latched onto the other perfect nipple to give Dick immediate license to proceed.

Our hosts watched intensely as I bared my wife’s other tit, pulled and twisted her nipple and made her moan loudly. That was all the permission Dick, or Sue, needed to move ahead. Dick stopped shaking her and quickly bared the other tit and pinched that nipple. “You don’t need this anymore,” he said with full confidence as he pushed her jersey past her swaying tits, over her head and down her arms. Now topless, Sue gasped. “Leave the shirt at your wrist for now,” he insisted.

Not to be outdone, Redd slid a hand under a leg of my shorts and cupped my sac while her other hand stroked me from the waist. Still holding my shaft, she began pushing and peeling my shorts off. When half my shaft was exposed, my shy wife giggled and helped push the rear of my shorts over my ass. They quickly dropped to the floor and my helm surged and went purple under Redd’s firm grip. Sue grabbed my cock and stroked it openly for our audience. Redd pushed my shirt off and, except for shoes, I was the next one naked.

Sue sucked in her gut and released the tight shorts. Dick helped her unzip them and slowly wiggled them off her suggestively. Redd was right, she was commando also and her pale brown strip also ended at freshly waxed labia. As she kicked them off, Dick slid two fingers into her pussy and explored. Already on the verge, the invasion brought her to a quick orgasm. Big Dick licked his fingers and savored my wife’s exquisite juices.

With no point to holding back, I fingered Redd’s slippery snatch, pushed her thick clit side to side with exactly the right pressure and made her shriek in orgasm. I inhaled, licked and savored her delicious nectar. As the women caught their breaths, I asked about health issues. We were all recently cleared. Dick produced their proof, but we didn’t have ours with us. What a role reversal! We usually hosted small swinging parties with people we had vetted.

As my naked wife fondled Dick’s heavy, shaved balls and mine, she confessed, “There’s more to our meeting than Redd told you. I bumped into her, literally, as she was about to put a cup of water in the microwave. The water soaked her white blouse and bra. She huffed and angrily tossed the rest of the water on my shirt. I was shocked, then we both laughed. She whipped off her blouse, then her wet bra, and started to blot them—shamelessly topless in our open break room.

“After grabbing a handful of towels, she began blotting me, still in my blouse. She said I should take it off too, but I said no. I let her blot my shirt some more, then she went under it to blot from inside; she claimed. When she started ‘drying’ my tits and twisting my nipples, my eyes closed in bliss. Somehow, my blouse came off and she kept ‘blotting’ and pinching my naked nipples. I had to return the favor and forgot where we were or how many people could just walk in on two topless employees sucking faces and tits. I hope I surprised you, Al.”

Redd briefly silenced Sue by deeply fingering her, then continued the tale, “When her nipples hardened, I couldn’t resist sucking and biting them. Though I did rub her pussy, I’m sure I made her come just from firmly pinching her nipples. We kissed, tit to tit, until we heard people approach. After quickly dressing, we had a long talk about our experiences and fantasies. I told her I spend all weekend naked, some of it bare in the sun, and invited you both to share in our pleasures and visit today. The next day, we brought in our blood panels so we already knew we were safe to play before you showed up. We found time to kiss, fondle and finger each other several times over the next couple of days, and here we are.” When they shared each others’ juices, my cock nearly spewed untouched.