After a month of lewd jokes and comments, I was sure I had my new coworker, Bill, figured out. He was all bark and no bite. I was happy to be wrong. One night at a pub he brought out photos of his hot wife. As we started our third mug, he flipped through images of his well-dressed wife in sexy poses. I agreed she was hot. As he handed me his phone he took another big swig, then described her as 5’8” with a 34D-26-36 hourglass figure. In the next photo, she was in tight and arresting one-piece swimsuit.

Besides her pretty face, I said her long, shapely, and toned legs were appealing. With a brief spit take, he said the rest were too risqué to share and made a half-hearted attempt to take the phone back.

I had already flipped to the next photo of Betty in a tiny white bikini. With her big tits overflowing her top and her tiny bottom barely covering her shaved slit, her flawless figure would captivate any breathing male and many females. Her legs, on tip toes, made me sigh. Seeing my reactions, Bill grinned and blurted out, “You should see where those thighs meet. Beautiful and welcoming. Oops. I shouldn’t say that.” I got the message.

The next photo was of her in the same bikini with her back to us. She was holding her top out to the side, partially turned so her tit was glowing in profile and her expression was one of sexy surprise. Her thong string was buried deep in her crack so except for a thin waist string, she looked naked with a fully exposed sexy ass. The next photo looked the same, but she was also holding her bottoms in the other hand and held a sly smile. “Um, Bill, how would she feel about your showing me these pix?”

Before he could answer, I went to the next photo where she was full frontal nude with dark pubic hair only reaching her shaved labia. Looking at his wife’s naked photo, Bill said, “I’m sure she’ll make a fuss and be embarrassed — for a moment. See, she loves exposing herself as long as it’s ‘not her fault.’ This isn’t her fault so she will drip when I tell her I showed them to you. She won’t strip for strangers unless she had to, yet she ‘has to’ very often.”

I flipped to the next photo where Betty was smiling, nude, and holding her legs up and far apart. Her meaty swollen pussy was wet and deep pink. “Bill, your wife is beautiful in every photo and has a beautiful pussy. I’d love a close up live view ... and taste.” Bill nudged my ribs and laughed.

After a minute he said, “Maybe that can be arranged.” Though his eyes floated in beer, I could see him thinking. “If you can get your wife to show us her pussy, Betty will lose her resistance and let you strip and expose her. We can call it an April Fool prank not up to her and easily convince her to stay naked. You can then finger her to orgasm. Of course, I want a chance to make your pretty wife cum too.” He asked if I had similar photos I could share with him. I lied and said I didn’t have any with me.

After a moment’s thought, I said, “My wife is the same. If she loses a bet, loses in strip poker, or is just dared, she will strip or let someone else strip her. She was sharked once downtown and spun around several times ‘confused’ before pulling her top back on. I can dare her to show her pussy ‘by accident’ while you watch.” After one more beer, we chose April 1^st to meet for a BBQ and a show.

I suggested asking Betty to wear short sports shorts and a T-shirt so they would match Sue in her jogging outfit. Bill would wear the same, commando, to encourage Sue to flash them.

Noon on April 1^st, the strangers arrived dressed as requested for some exercise and a BBQ. Betty’s long sexy legs stood out in her loose shorts. Her big tits weren’t too obvious in her oversized T-shirt. Betty was in for a big trick. Her husband expected both wives to be naked soon, but wasn’t aware of the rest of the prank. Six foot six Bill was the surprise as his legs were muscular, yet thin enough to appeal to my thin wife. I was also in loose shorts and commando.

When I took Sue aside and dared her to find a way to flash our new friends, she agreed as long as it wasn’t too obvious. I wondered why she agreed so easily.

My twenty-year-old daughter, Sally, was home from college. As I watched her dress to match us, I cued her in to the April Fool prank. Her nearly D cups were much bigger than her mom’s B cups, yet supported the same thick and tall nipples as her mom. They felt and tasted just like Sue’s. Though her pussy wasn’t as classically beautiful as Sue’s, it was a bit tighter and tasted the same. What no one else knew was that I had an additional prank in mind for the couple and needed her help.

When Sue greeted our guests in her loose yellow T-shirt and over sized green shorts, she stepped back and appraised them for a run. “Are you sure you’re up for a long run?” She daringly felt Betty’s thighs front and back, knees to hips. Betty squealed, but Sue said she didn’t want to drive them too hard. Then she squeezed Betty’s firm ass to check her ‘stamina.’

She moved to Bill and examined his legs the same way, but bent sharply so he could look down her stretched and threadbare T-shirt for a prolonged, accidental, and enticing view of both her hanging tits. She squeezed his thighs up to his hips, bumped his thick growing third leg, squeezed his ass, and we all watched his snake tent his shorts. “It looks like you both exercise but are not ready for a five-mile run. Let’s just power-walk around the block before lunch. We should all loosen up first. I have a zero impact ten minute stretch we can do.”

Sue stood facing them, Sally, and me. “Do what I do,” she said. She got on all fours facing away from us. Bill’s shorts twitched as most of her bare cheeks came into view. Betty withheld a gasp. Sue lifted one leg straight out, hip high and swung it wide. The sudden exposure of one bare labium shocked our new friends. They looked at me for direction, but I held a finger over my lips with a smile. “Hold for a five count, then reset and switch legs.” With her other leg stretched out wide, her other labium was exposed ... and glistened. “Repeat the set one more time.” This time three of us were breathing hard at the exquisite sight of my wife’s beautiful wet pussy. Her gusset was fully to one side and her completely gaping pussy invited a tongue. My promise to Bill was fulfilled. His wife was next.

As though unaware of her beautiful exposed pussy, Sue continued, “Now let’s get on our backs and lift one leg at a time as high as possible. Hug it and pull back until your butt is off the floor.” When she did that, her loose shorts shifted again so her swollen and wet gaping pussy was again visible. Everyone smiled, yet said nothing as we watched Sue’s bare pussy dance. She watched Bill’s uncut bishop sneak past his shorts and commented, “Commando, Bill? See something you like?”