Hiking trip
My wife seemed unusually quiet that morning as we prepared to go hiking. I wasn't sure if it was because of the previous evening or if it was trepidation at the upcoming day. We loved hiking and had frequently done so before we moved here. We just hadn't taken the time yet to find good places to hike. I hoped that going with Tom and Abby would start that process. Of course, it had the potential of being interesting, since Abby had made it clear she intended to go topless as much as she could. That suggested that maybe it was a relatively secluded location, or at least I hoped so.
We both dressed in shorts, t-shirts, short socks, and hiking boots. I wore my usual boxer briefs and my wife wore a pair of small synthetic bikini panties and a spandex sports bra to help shed sweat. Other than the chance for rain later in the afternoon, it was supposed to be a pleasant day in the middle seventies, so we weren't expecting to be overly hot.
I packed my cooler backpack with cold water, Gatorade and soda, a few snacks, our three-foot square sitting mats, and of course sunblock. That early in the year it wouldn't take long to get burned. By the time I was done Judy had our breakfast ready, sausage, eggs and hashbrowns. We were just finishing eating when the front doorbell rang. I answered it and invited Tom in while we gathered up the last of our belongings and then followed him to their house.
Abby looked, well, pretty damn hot. She had on the tiniest pair of shorts that I'd seen on a woman her age in a long time, which she was rocking, and a bare-midriff sports top that looked like it was a combination shirt and spandex bra. My dick let me know almost instantly that she was extremely good looking. Not that my wife didn't look good, but if she were wearing that outfit she'd be fighting me off with a stick!
Abby suggested that I sit up front with Tom and she'd ride in the back with Judy. She tossed our pack in the back with theirs and we took off for the half hour drive Tom said it would take. I could hear the girls talking in the back seat, and as much as I wanted to overhear, Tom was keeping a running commentary going on his favorite sports team. By the time he wound down, whatever they were discussing seemed to be over and they were now gossiping about different people at work.
We were the only car in the small gravel parking lot at the end of the trail, which seemed to make Abby happy. "Oh nice! We have the place to ourselves!"
"It seems that way," Tom agreed. "So, you going to?"
Abby looked at her husband with a contemplative look. "You really want me to?"
"I dare you."
"To leave it in the car?"
"That was what she dared you."
"Who?" I asked quizzically.
"Rachel. After you left last night. She dared Abby to leave her top in the car."
"With nothing to put on if someone comes?"
"Well, there would be that risk. But it might be worth it," Abby answered.
"Oh? How so?"
"If I did, and you of course are proof that I did, she'd let Tom devise any wardrobe malfunction he wanted."
"Wardrobe malfunction? As in something falling off or something like that?"
"After sucking me the other night, Rachel has the idea that she's really daring. She has no idea just how devious I can be. Imagine a little dress problem at the deli counter in Price chopper that will leave her completely naked except for her shoes," Tom answered with a chuckle.
"You mean last night? Or last week?" I asked, still trying to catch up in my mind.
Tom grinned. "When she sucked me off last week. Rachel dared me to convince Abby to get naked with nothing but a towel. If I managed that, and of course we know I did, she said she'd suck my dick, once, any time I wanted. Well, Abby did, so I just decided to collect when I was turned on."
"And that's why she wasn't surprised when you stuck your thing in her face?"
"Yep. That wasn't the pay off, but it was still sweet. So how about it sweetie? Dare to bare?" he asked his wife again.
"I will, but you have to make her naked at dance class!" Abby said with a devious little smile.
"Oh you are bad! Yeah, I think I can handle that," he grinned. Abby pulled the spandex top off, freeing her large breasts and erect nipples. She tossed her top in the car and then stood, letting me see her bare chest.
She turned to face me, that little grin still on her face. "Well, it's the third time you've seen the girls. Getting tired of it yet?" Abby asked, rocking her chest side to side to make them swing and bounce enticingly.
"Not one bit," I answered as she stepped closer. She reached her hand out as she stepped close enough for her tits to almost touch my chest, her palm pressing against my crotch.
"No, I'd say you weren't tired of seeing them," she said softly, rubbing her hand on my crotch and my quickly-hardening dick. "Not one bit at all."
"Oh shit," my wife swore quietly. "Some day thinking with your dick is going to get both of us into trouble we can't get out of!"
"What? What'd I do?" I asked in surprise, stepping back from Abby at my wife's reaction.
"You didn't do anything but be a man." Abby grinned as I watched my wife pulled off her t-shirt. She tossed it on the back seat of the car and then paused, looking at me and then at Tom, her fingers working under the lower elastic strap of the sports bra she had on. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and then pulled the spandex sports bra off, letting her triple-D boobs fly free.
She tossed her bra into the car on top of her shirt and then scowled at me. "We better damn well not run into anyone else!" she snapped at me.
"Wait? Why are you mad at me? What did I do?"
"Like I said, you were a typical man. I bet your sweet wife that I could give you a hardon before we even started hiking. If I did, she had to go topless as long as I was."
"But you didn't bother to tell me that you were going to go topless the whole day!" my wife said with a scowl.
"You didn't ask," Abby said with a shrug. "Ready to go hiking?"
"Come on," my wife said, reaching out to grab the pack off the ground and hold it out for me. After she walked past me toward the trail head I grinned at Tom, who was staring open-mouthed at my wife's big tits.
"Wait a second," Abby called, stopping my wife. "You boys better lose the shirts too. We don't want to be tempted to talk you out of them partway up the trail, right?"
"I guess," I answered. Taking off my shirt wasn't a particularly big deal. I worked bare-chested in the yard all the time. I tossed my shirt on my wife's and then put the pack on my back. Tom tossed his in the front seat and closed and locked the door while Abby walked to catch up to my wife.
"God, your wife has one hell of a set of tits," he whispered to me. As I moved to follow the girls, he whispered, "I sure as hell wouldn't mind getting my hands on 'em."
"Really? I suppose you don't mind me getting my hands on your wife then?"
"You already did, remember? Anyway, after you left last night I overheard her tell Rachel that she'd bend over and let you fuck her in a heartbeat," he whispered.
"Jesus," I breathed quietly. "You really want your wife trying to get me to fuck her?"
He was silent for a moment. "I don't think she actually would. I mean, it's all talk anyway. But I wouldn't mind if they sucked us off and let us come all over them."
"You mean like each other's wives? Not our own?"
"Fuck yeah. I damn well wouldn't mind getting to suck on those tits either. She's a pretty fucking hot looking woman and she had one hell of an energetic orgasm last night for Evan. Ya' know, I don't think I'd mind having those tits bouncing in my face while she rode me."
"You mean you want to fuck my wife? Seriously?"
"Not right away, but, well, I guess, when you think about it, that's kind of where this silly game is headed, right? Us fucking each other's wives?"
"I guess it sort of is. Which begs the question: why did Abby bring up that game?" I asked him as we followed the girls into the winding wooded trail.
"You think it's because she wants to have sex with you and Evan?"
"I think it's a possibility. She sure didn't put up much fight when she was getting naked with me."
"Or last night," he agreed. "I think you're right. I might think she wants to have sex with you."
"You know, we've never had sex with anyone else. I don't suppose you guys have either. I don't know how I'm going to feel seeing you poking my wife."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm not so sure I want you poking my wife either. Maybe a little slip in and out wouldn't hurt, but outright fucking? I don't think I'd like anyone fucking my wife."
"I'm not saying I want it to go there, or that we should let it go there, but if Abby pushes it that way, how about you and I make a deal here. Let's keep our cum in our own wife's pussies?"
"Yeah, I hear you. That is kinda a big step isn't it? Yeah, if we have to come, let's do it outside or in our own wives."
"Agreed. Now I think it's time to get my hands on my wife's naked tits."
"Oh?" he asked as I walked a little faster.
"Hey lover!" I called, stopping them. "I think you should let me get some sunblock on those hooters. We wouldn't want them to get burned."
My wife looked at her watch and grinned. "Eight minutes flat. I think I win."
"You win?" I asked.
"Your wife bet me that you'd try to get your hands on her boobs in under fifteen minutes."
"And, fortunately for me, you are as predictable as a pendulum," my wife answered.
"And just what was it you bet?" Tom asked his wife.
"Our shorts."
"Your shorts?"
"Uh huh. If I lost, I had to give her my shorts, and if I won, I got her shorts."
"For how long?" he asked.