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Standing in Deb's kitchen that Monday morning, I could feel the wetness growing between my legs as I looked out at the hot tub on their deck. Standing there, my mind went back to Saturday night when the four of us, Deb and her husband, and my fiancé and me, relaxed in the warm, bubbly water after our dinner. I felt myself start to blush as I recalled how Alex, my fiancé, casually reached behind my back and unfastened the top of my bikini, and how I shamelessly sat there while it slid slowly down my arms and into the water swirling around us.
I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering how it felt to be exposed in front of them with my petite breasts on display. At first, it was terrifying, but when Deb gave me a reassuring look, I sat up taller so they could see my breasts better.
It had been an amazing night. The dinner was fabulous, and Dale, Deb's husband, kept our glasses full with the frozen margaritas he'd mixed up. Believe me, by the time we got into the hot tub, none of us was feeling any pain. After a while, somehow we got on the subject of sex, and when Dale mentioned they usually got into their hot tub naked, Alex and I looked at each other and smiled.
"What's so funny?" Deb asked as Alex and I chuckled together.
"Oh, it's nothing." I said, reaching for my margarita, unable to keep from smiling.
"Come on." Deb urged. "What's so funny?"
"She has this fantasy......." Alex answered, grinning over at me, "....being naked in front of people. You know, being an exhibitionist."
At that exact moment, I could have shot Alex right between the eyes. And, to make matters worse, when I turned to give him a stern look, he hunched his shoulders and said, "Well honey, you know it's true."
"Sally, no one can see us in here." Dale said, coming to Alex's rescue. "Feel free....."
"I do it all the time." Deb interrupted, quite matter-of-factly. "It's perfectly safe. That's why we put up the privacy fence around the hot tub, and we wouldn't mind at all."
It was that short interchange of words that caused Alex to boldly reach behind me and twist open the clasp of my top.
The next few seconds were like an out of body experience for me. The feelings of horror were replaced with excitement and desire as my wet top loosened and fell away from my chest. Without thinking, I'd lifted my arms out of the water a few inches, wiggled my shoulders and simply let my top slide off, leaving me sitting there in front of the three of them, bare chested with a very prominent set of rock hard nipples.
They all looked at my breasts, and when it was clear that Deb wasn't upset with me, I pulled my shoulders back and casually sat there, letting them look, wanting them to look. I vividly recall how gratifying it was to feel their eyes on me, and how deliciously vulnerable I felt. Alex was right, I was an exhibitionist.
Altogether, it was a glorious feeling, and I was basking in the memory of it all when I was shaken back to reality as Deb walked up next to me carrying two mugs of coffee.
"It was a pretty crazy night, huh?" Deb said, handing me one of the mugs and smiling.
"Yeah, I guess it was." I answered.
Deb made her way to her kitchen table, and gestured for me to have a seat with her. I hadn't known her that long; in fact, this was only the third time I'd been to her house. Dale and Alex had been golfing buddies for well over a year now, and Dale had been over to our apartment many times on their golf days. He'd come by in the morning and pick up Alex on the way to the golf course and then drop him back by the apartment five or six hours later. Dale sometimes hung around for a while, and they'd tell me how they mastered the golf course that day, or how well the new fairway driver worked.
Dale reminded me of my father, with his sophisticated and confident style. With a slight touch of grey at his temples, he always looked so dapper in his khaki golf pants and polo shirts. Alex played in his jeans and a t-shirt, but, Dale never seemed to mind. When I saw the two of them together, they were always laughing it up, slapping each other on the back and congratulating each other over their conquest of the course that day.
"So," Deb asked, looking over the table at me, "Does he have any regrets?"
I looked at her with a quizzical expression, unsure of what she was referring to.
"You know, Alex, " Deb added, "from the other night in the hot tub when he..... uh....."
I felt myself blush as it came back to me; how Deb jokingly asked Alex what his fantasies were once my top had been fished out of the water and tossed out of reach. When he didn't answer, I answered for him -- pay back for what he'd done to me.
"Oh, yeah." I quickly chimed in. "He loves to masturbate. He's always talking about how he'd love to jerk himself off in front of another woman."
The second I said it, both Deb and I broke into a fit of laughter. But, the best part came when Deb leaned forward, looked Alex right in the eye and said, "Well, here I am."
No one was more shocked than I was. The look on Deb's face was calm, and when she glanced over at me and then back at Alex, I could see she was serious.