Rob and Reggie invited us, Sue and Stu, to their home for a weekend to celebrate their new hot tub. It wasn’t until we arrived that Rob said there were two rules. The usual sign saying “OOL there’s no P in POOL, keep it that way” and there were no fibers allowed in it — meaning everyone had to be nude to get in. That wasn’t the kind of intimacy we had with them. Though neither of us was prudish and I had briefly seen Reggie naked, twice, neither wife had seen the other husband naked and we preferred to leave it that way.

After dinner that first night, Rob and Reg said they were jumping in the hot tub and they hoped we would join them. When they started to strip, Sue and I retreated to do the dishes. Once done, we went outside fully dressed and sat by the tub to chat. The bubbles kept their bare bodies sheltered. Even when the bubbles stopped and the water became clear, we could only see blurry outlines of tits and hairy groins. They teased us with their movements, but that didn’t bother us. We enjoyed the tease.

Though Sue claims to be modest and somewhat shy, she lies. With an average bod and forbidding upbringing, I am the shy one until circumstances force a change. Sue is a closet exhibitionist, meaning she loves exposing herself if she can claim innocence, a lost bet, or a dare she always feels duty-bound to honor. While we are tolerant of exposed naughty bits, Sue is hugely tempted to match any exposure she sees. Watching blurry bits in the still water greatly tempted her and made her moist. Yet, when our hosts wanted to exit the tub, we went inside to give them some unwanted privacy.

The next morning, Sue headed for the shower while Reg prepared a rather big spread of foods with large portions of scrambled eggs, sausage, pancakes, fruit, and cereal. I stared and asked, “What army is coming over for brunch?” Reg laughed and said she rarely has company and wanted to offer enough for all of us. She covered the hot foods and said we were waiting for us all to be together, so Rob and I headed to the toilets to wash up.

Since Sue takes quick showers and the water was off, I assumed she was back in our room and getting dressed. As I was about to head for the master bath, Rob pushed open the hall bath door — the one with no lock. I was right behind him and shared his view of my lovely wife standing naked, one foot on the toilet and excessively “drying” herself while obviously waiting for someone to walk in. Within a second, Rob alerted her by almost shouting “OOPS.”