Questionable friends from work decided to drop in on one of the most humid days this year. Bill was average height and slim build, easy on the eyes, but no Adonis. Though he seemed to be a libertine and a jokester, he said his wife was rigidly conservative in dress and morals. She felt bikinis were immoral. Yet due to the heat and humidity, she chose one when Bill said they were coming over for a swim.

We had never met Barb and were shocked that she was a gorgeous red head about 5’9”, maybe 150 pounds — 15 of it on her chest — nicely curved, with shapely, toned legs. With Cheryl Ladd’s face, she was a knockout! He was in loose tan shorts and a green, perforated jersey. She was in long, white linen shorts and a white button down blouse. Both were sweat drenched when they arrived, with the wet spots translucent on her chest and groin. A compelling sight, her big tits were neatly sketched in lace against her white canvass. Bill smiled knowingly as he watched me follow the contours of each firm, shapely tit. He said it was unlikely she would even get in the water with a bikini.

Sue wore her tiny jean shorts that showed off most of her shapely legs up to her lower cheeks. Bill stared openly at her legs and tried to x-ray her crotch. Her threadbare yellow T-shirt was too casual and especially thin where her hard, sweaty nipples were slowly rubbing out an escape route. “It’s too damn humid to be so constrained. You guys can strip off your shirts, Barb, you might as well remove that heavy blouse since your lacy bra is completely visible anyway. I’m going to go change into something a bit more airy.”

Bill and I tore off our shirts with a quick nod. We stared at Barb and waited. After a moment of flitting between our hopeful eyes, she muttered, “What the hell. She’s right. Even I can see thru this top. This humidity is killing me.” She popped a button and pulled the blouse over her head. Her lacy tits hardly bounced as they escaped. My dick surged when I saw that the lacy bra was also soaked and translucent. Her pale pink aureole were barely visible, but her darker, stiffening nipples were reshaping the points of her thin bra. She smiled and ‘ahhhd’ at the relief as she blushed and tossed her shirt into the shade.

Sue came out in her mid thigh, dark blue, perforated football jersey with a bold 69 in white. Her shorts, if she were still wearing them were not visible so she looked especially daring with the long slits up each side. “Whoa!” Bill cried out. “A daring frock and a daring number too!?” His shorts bulged a bit. Barb looked away.

After looking down at her shirt, Sue asked “You can’t see thru the perfs, can you? I’m not wearing a bra since it was hot. I forget about the number since I wear it so often. Look at you, Barb. Isn’t that more comfortable?” The perfs in Sue’s shirt were big enough to see skin tone, but we focused on trying to see the enticing nipples that were denting the shirt. She carefully put down the icy pitcher of tea and the tray of glasses she’d brought out. Her shirt flowed easily, but we still didn’t know what she wore under it. In several cases, she’d gone commando in it even with select friends around.

She plopped into a lounger, but held down the hems. “Barb, you have sweat running down your massive cleavage. Feel free to purge the bra too. None of us will mind the clearer sight of your firm tits and red nipples — yes we can see them since the wet liner is clinging and becoming transparent.” Sue may have pushed her too hard since her reaction was to cover her tits. “I brought out some damp washcloths and a dry one. Maybe if you wipe down with the dry one, between, under and around them...?”

“Actually, Sue, I brought our swimsuits when I heard you had a pool. It’s private here, so I’d rather do that. Can we get wet?” Sue smiled and uncrossed her legs. As Bill tried to subtly look under her hem, she stood slowly and lead Barb into the house to change.

“Change in the living room, they can’t see and I’ll stand guard for you. Toss me your clothes and I’ll hang them to air out.” Moments later, Barb came out first wearing a tiny, bright white, strapless, crochet bikini. How daring for a conservative. I slapped Bill on the shoulder as he laughed at his prank. Sue followed and commented “That still looks awfully warm. At least the open knitting lets air flow when you are walking or standing. I’m amazed I can’t see thru the holes.” We men gawked silently. Sue sat back on the lounger a little less carefully; Bill again stared intently at her jersey.

“Well, Sue, I’m amazed I can’t see thru your jersey with those big holes. And those... “ Before he could finish, Sue teasingly leaned forward to fill her glass with tea. The carefully aimed huge arm slots in the jersey fell open and Bill and I could see each other and both her tiny tits and perfect nipples. At the sudden silence, Sue looked back and forth at us and smiled at her knowing exposure and the cool breeze across her bare chest. From the billowing jersey, Barb could only guess at our pleasant view.

“It seems you have the boys mesmerized, Sue. Now I see why that shirt is so cool and comfy. This suit is NOT. Besides the weight, it’s lined top and bottom with a tan, poly liner that doesn’t breathe at all. Now that your titties are hanging out, I’m ready to rip the liners out! Do you have scissors?” Bill was shocked.

Sue rose, still leaning forward to let her tits swing openly then fluttered her shirt to let Bill see she still had her shorts on. As she took Barb inside again, there was an extra snap in her wiggle. She was feeling too full of herself and that meant trouble was coming — fun trouble. She found her cutters and told Barb to toss her the top. When she laid it out on the kitchen counter, Barb, with one arm covering her tits, walked up to her where we could also see her in her bottoms only. Bill commented that she must have heat stroke to be so daring. Sue snipped out the liners and held the top to the light. Even we could see her through the holey top.

As Barb took it back, her arm slipped and we had a brief view of one fully bare tit and succulent nipple. “Actually, Barb isn’t as shy as she pretends. I doubt that little titty show was an accident.” Bill smirked. “Now the fun starts if you and Sue are up for it, she’ll soon find an excuse to be naked. It seems like Sue might be that way too since she gave us such a long look at her cute little titties. Those nipples, wow!”

“Yes” I confessed, “Sue pretends to be shy too. She’d like nothing better than to BE exposed. If you find a way to tickle her, you’ll find her shirt will somehow rise or rip or just fly off her. Someone once pretended to drop a spider into her shirt and she ripped it off in a party and ran around topless pretending to panic over something she’s not afraid of. Just a little teasing then and we can have them both naked and happy!”

Sue watched closely as Barb struggled out of the bikini bottoms. With no strings or elastic they had to be shimmied off. Sue is a Sapphic admirer of slim, beautiful, naked women, so she enjoyed the view. I changed seats so I could see into the living room and watch Barb’s big, bare tits lurch back and forth. My dick surged again when I saw her red bush appear. Bill noticed and asked what I saw. “I see your beautiful, topless wife stripping off her bottoms and that the carpet matches the drapes. Oh, gawd I need a cold swim!”

Finally off, she tossed them to Sue and looked up to see me salivating. She gasped and covered her tits, mostly, with one arm and her pussy with the other. She challenged me to keep staring and didn’t move away. I met the challenge. Sue noticed and laughed. “You still want to wear your suit now that you’ve been seen naked?” Barb nodded yes without taking her eyes off me. Bill stood behind me and smiled at his obviously naked wife. I slapped his back again for teasing me about his wife being rigid. Once Sue had the final liner cut out, she tossed the whole suit to Barb. I hoped she’d catch it and expose herself again, but she let it bounce off her and finally dragged it backwards with her toe until she was out of sight.

Moments later she came out wearing the cooler, yet conservative, suit. Sue shifted behind the counter as Barb waved a naughty finger at us and smiled, “That wasn’t very gentlemanly. Shame on you boys for peeping at a defenseless woman.” I stood and bowed an “apology” as I ensured she saw how much I enjoyed the show. We stared intensely at her suit. One nipple was easy to spot. Focused on the bottom, I could see her bright red bush ended at her clit. It lined up with a hole so I could see the pearly nub and the shaved labia. What inspiration! My dick surged.

Sue followed her out and sighed, “That’s better. My shorts were getting too sweaty.” She pursed her lips and smiled a teasing smile before she plopped onto the lounger. This time she didn’t hold down the hem so we all saw it billow and slowly float back down to cover her damp, green, cotton panties. Once she knew we had an eye full, she looked at me and warned, “Don’t you say a word! You both got a look at her fully naked, so my panties are acceptable.”