She Showed Us
by Heptam

Not a good idea to joke with my wife about Nude Day.

The cabin we were headed for was miles into the mountains, right up next to a lake, with plenty of good fishing creeks nearby. We had been there several times before. I enjoyed the fishing, she enjoyed the hiking and just lazing around the cabin or sitting on the front porch reading. This was the first time we had brought anyone else, though. Brian, my college friend, would be in town on some business, and could take a vacation for the week if we wanted to hang out. I knew he liked fishing, so I called up the landlord. The cabin was still available, and I booked it. I was able to take the week off and so was Claire if she finished up a project early. Brian had shown up the night before. Claire and he had hit it off nicely, as I knew they would. My wife was sure she could wrap up her work by 5 pm Friday, so we could get to the cabin in good time Friday afternoon if we picked her up at her office. She packed her suitcase the night before. Everything was falling nicely into place.

Brian and I went the grocery store first, to lay in supplies of food and booze for the week and to pick and some ready-made dinners from the deli for that night. Then we swung across town to where Claire's office was.

"Hi guys!" she said, as we pulled up to the curb. The truck cab had a seat in the back, partly filled with our luggage and food supplies, but with room for her or Brian. She opted for us all riding in the front seat, with her between me and Brian. She was still in her work outfit: jacket, blouse, skirt, sheer stockings, and pumps. She kicked her shoes off as soon as we started. The jacket was next, which she got off with Brian's help.

"Do you guys mind if I take these pantyhose off, too?"

There was no objection from either of us, although I wondered why she even had to ask. She told Brian to look away for a minute. He obediently looked out his window while she, with a lot of wiggling in the tight space between us, got her pantyhose out from under her skirt and off her legs. She tossed them in back, where her suitcase was.

I sort of watched, and didn't see any need for Brian to have looked away. I knew she sometimes wore pantyhose without underwear, but I didn't think she would to work. "You're not wearing underwear? Or did you just not want Brian to see them?"

She stared at me. "What kind of question is that? Yes, I have underwear on. And I doubt that it would shock Brian if he saw them, but I didn't want to be presumptuous."

Brian laughed. "It would have been fine. I wouldn't have perved on you unless they were transparent."

"The real reason," she looked at me, "is that sometimes the panties get tugged down with the pantyhose, and I didn't want to expose myself. But it's good that you're both OK with underwear. That makes it a lot easier to change out of the rest of this outfit, if you can just pull off the road somewhere."

I said, "You mean like getting down to bra and underwear at the side of the car? Yeah, there are plenty of pull offs, and you can hide from the traffic between the open cab doors." Kind of sexy, I thought, and bold, with Brian right there in the cab.

"Or," she looked at me, "why don't I change right here on the seat? We wouldn't have to stop."

"That's really your decision," I said. "It's OK with me."

She looked at Brian. He laughed. "No problem here."

"Good, then," Claire said. She unbuttoned her blouse, then took it off, bumping me so much that I had to ask her to more careful about my arm on the steering wheel, since we were now on the windy road leading up the mountain. The bra was on the small side, but it was fully opaque. It was as decent as a bikini top if you didn't count the hint of nipple bumps, although I realized on second glance that the bumps were getting bigger. She started wiggling out of her skirt next, bumping into my arm at first, but after I reminded her not to, leaning against Brian as she got the skirt fully off. Claire's breasts are not large, and when she's bent over the bra sometimes hangs away, showing the nipples if you're lucky. I wasn't able to watch, though, because I had to focus on the driving, but it was clear from a sideways look at Brian that he wasn't going to miss anything. He was at a much better angle to see down her clothes, anyway. Arching her hips up, she was able to get the skirt down her thighs without -- and I checked -- dragging the panties along with them. The panties were also opaque, but I'm not sure I'd call them decent. They were very brief, and with Claire's flat stomach and the waist band elastic stretched between her hipbones, it seemed possible to be that Brian might be catching a glimpse of hair.

Claire then got herself turned around on the seat, more or less climbing half over Brian as she did so, leaning over the seat back, opening her suitcase. Her rump was in the air, swaying back and worth as I went around curves. Even though she was trying to lean toward Brian, I was getting bumped so much I kept my right hand off the wheel as much as I could.

"Here, hold this a sec." She handed Brian a T-shirt, then went back to the suitcase. "And this," handing him some jeans. We were in a sharp leftward curve when she had gotten the suitcase closed and was twisting back around, leaning precariously Brian's way, so I amused myself by giving the steering wheel a little extra lurch, which sent her toppling into Brian's lap. She yelped, but after a second managed to get upright, more or less sitting on Brian's lap. A little flustered, she scooched herself back toward me and the seat, not without almost falling my way first. Her hand landed in my lap, but she jerked it back, before, I hope, noticing that I was developing an erection.

Then there was more wriggling to get her jeans on, and at one point a giggle as she grabbed her bra and pulled her strap back to her shoulder, but finally she had the jeans fastened and her t-shirt on.

She sat back in the seat and said, "Good. I am now officially on vacation."

Brian said, "Do you know that tomorrow is National Nude Day?" This was out of the blue, but I was in no doubt of the association of ideas that led up to it, and Claire must have surmised it, too.

Claire - "National What?"

"Nation Nude Day. You haven't heard of it? You do something naked that you don't normally do. It's all over the internet."

She jabbed him in the ribs. "All over your internet, maybe. What in the world do you spend your time doing on the internet?"

She had him there, and she knew it. Brian decided it was best not to respond. I stayed quiet , too, although I had heard of Nude Day. Not all over the internet, maybe, but only on some sites I'd rather my wife didn't know I visited.

With both of us quiet, she laughed. "You're the one who brought it up. What are you planning on doing?"

"Nothing," he said. "I'm just reporting the fact."

"What do most people do?"

"Whatever they want. Spend all day naked. Garden in the yard naked. Whatever."

"And the ideal would be, like, spending all day in public naked?"

"I suppose so. Is that your plan?"

"Since you're fine with underwear, maybe I'll spend the day in my underwear." It was clear from her tone that she was joking.

"Oh, I'd be fine with nudity, too," Brian was quick to add.

"I'm sure you would be. But I don't want you perving on me."

I played along. "Underwear all day? So you'll be hiking in your underwear?"

"Why not? We hardly ever run into someone in those woods, and I'd be cooler without the clothes. The hiking I could even do naked."

"But be careful about ticks," I said.

"You guys are going to be fishing naked, right? Or are you afraid the fish will bite your dicks off.?"

We all laughed, and the conversation moved on to other things.

The cabin

We got to the cabin in good time. The lake is huge, with a campground at the other end and cabins scattered around it, but our cabin is on an inlet shielded from most of the lake by a peninsula on the other side of the inlet. There is another cabin 50 yards away next door, owned by the same landlord, but it is hidden from ours by a thick pine grove, so that you wouldn't know it was there or how close it was except that we could see each other's docks down on the lake shore. The cabin, as a result, seems very private, although during the day there is lots of sailboat and fishing boat traffic into and out of the inlet and occasional lakeshore hikers and fishers.

The cabin was hot. First thing we did was open all the windows to let air in. There was no AC, but we figured it would soon get down to a tolerable temperature. We carried our luggage down the small hall, which led to two bedrooms and a bathroom to share, and sorted out who would go where. The bedrooms were impossibly small. They seem to have been built for single beds, but the owner had put a queen-sized in each one, leaving almost no floor space. Normally we slept in one of the bedrooms and used the other for our luggage. The main room was where we changed, but with company that wasn't possible. It was manageable, though, although we had to pile one suitcase on top of the other if we wanted to close the door.

Back in the main room, we grabbed some beers and settled down to sort out plans for the next day. My brother Michael was going to drive up early to join us for the fishing. We had several creeks we wanted to try, but we had to be back by 4 so that he could drive back to town in time. Claire would do the things she liked - hiking, fishing, boating on the lake, and a lot of reading. The landlord, when I met him in town, had had only one key for us, but he said Claire could use the spare key he kept at the adjacent cabin. His son was minding that cabin for the month and he'd let the son know where the key was.

Our cabin wasn't cooling down very quickly, and Brian excused himself to go change out of his jeans. After a minute, Claire said she was going to change, too. She came back first, wearing her sundress. She had a smile on her face. She explained to me that she had gone into the bathroom to pee, not realizing Brian had decided to use the bathroom to change in.

Brian reappeared just as she was saying this. She laughed and apologized to him for the intrusion. "But I didn't see anything. I backed out as soon as I realized someone was in there."

"Good thing, too," Brain said. "I didn't have my bathing suit on yet."

"You're going swimming?" she asked Brian. He had come back in a swim suit rather than shorts, and Claire was staring a bit too intently at the suit.

"No. This suit is cooler than my shorts."

Claire herself was in one of her sundresses. This one wasn't my favorite. It had a floral pattern, obscuring the bra and panties that were slightly visible underneath. It's one she wore when we were going to a store or to friends' houses. The ones she wore around the house were unpatterned pastels, with a looser weave that allowed a lot of air through. Unless she knew she was going out to the mailbox or watering the flowers in the front yard, she typically, when it was hot, wore no underwear. Her nipples and crotch hair would often be slightly visible, but flashed occasionally into almost sheer nakedness when the light was at the right angle. She knew this happened sometimes, and knew I loved it, but she had never quite figured out what angles of sunlight caused it to happen, which, she told me, is what kept her out of the front yard. I lied and told her it happened rarely enough that she didn't need to worry about it, but I think she knew I was lying.

But that's all moot. Today she was wearing her bra and panties along with a more opaque sundress, and anyway we were indoors out of the sunshine.

I went next door to retrieve the extra key, and by the time I got back the two were already settled on the shady side of the porch, watching the lake, with beers at their side.

I brought our box suppers out and gave Claire the key I had just borrowed. "There are actually two guys next door, not just the owner's son but also a friend of his, both on summer vacation from college. They promise we won't be aware of them except when they take the boat out in the lake fishing, although it was clear that they spend more time on the lake drinking beer than fishing."

"You should have invited them creek fishing tomorrow," Brian said.

"I did, but they declined. Maybe later in the week. I did invite them over for dinner tomorrow night. We always catch more fish than we need."

Evening

We polished off our dinners, then settled back in the porch chairs, a supply of beer on hand, to watch the sunset. With the sun low in the sky, it was starting to cool off, although we still had plenty of time until twilight - plenty of time, that is, to get pleasantly blitzed. Claire took the dinner boxes to the trash, brought more beer out, and chose to sit in the chaise lounge, which she turned it around so she could face us, setting the back upright and stretching her legs out as if she had an ottoman. We talked about this and that, as the sun got lower and we got drunker. It was nice to see the camaraderie forming between Claire and Brian, which had started last night and continued during the ride up.

When a slight sunset breeze came up, I took off my shirt to catch the breeze. "Good idea," said Brian, and took his off.

"Yes, good idea," Claire echoed, and she stood up, took her sundress off, and settled back in just her bra and panties onto the chaise lounge, sitting there Indian style. She did it without fanfare, as if it were the perfectly normal thing to do. But my dick jolted. There was a hint of a camel toe on her briefs, and her nipples seemed to be growing under her bra.

"Starting your National Nude Day early?" Brian said.

"My hypothetical underwear day?" Claire said. "No. It's just really nice with the breeze on the bare skin."

"You could have taken the dress off much earlier. It's pretty see-thru," Brian said.

I said, "Yes, and normally she wears her sundresses with no underwear."

"Only around the house and in the backyard," she corrected. "In public I wear the underwear."

"Not always true," I said. Your nipples were catching some attention last week at the liquor store."

"Maybe so. For a quick run to the store like that, a bra is too much trouble, and so uncomfortable. But I'd never go there without pulling some panties on."

"If your underwear is so uncomfortable," I suggested, "you might as well take it all off now."

Claire laughed at me. She knew I was joking. "You really want me naked in front of Brian?"

"Yes, please," I said. "That would be much, much better. I don't understand your reluctance. You went topless at that beach without any problem."

"That was the beach," Claire said. "And most of the other women there were topless. If they'd been nude, I would have been nude. And they were strangers at a beach, not a friend as a household guest."

"So you treat strangers better than you treat your friends?" I said.

"If Brian were at the beach with us, and everyone was naked, he would see me naked, too. If a stranger was here visiting us, he wouldn't see me naked."

"I can remember you quite a few times flashed your breasts at friends in our house."

"Yes," she said, "when it's funny." She suddenly picked up the bottom of her bra and pulled up and then back down, showing her breasts almost too quickly for us to realize what she was doing. "But that's nothing like hanging around naked."

"Wait," Brian said. "Can you do that again? I wasn't ready."

"Sorry Brian. You should have been paying attention."

"All joking aside," I said, "why is being naked in front of friends at the beach different from being naked in front of friends in our living room? I'm genuinely curious."

She sighed, as if she'd rather move on to some other topic. "Because when people are naked, sex is in the air. You, for example. I can't go naked for 20 minutes in our house before we're both hopping into bed together. That doesn't happen at the beach. People might fantasize about sex there, but they're not going to be acting on it."

Well, I thought, ask a serious question, you get a serious answer. I took the conversation back to our joking mode. "If you were naked right here right now, sure, I'd soon have you back in the bedroom."

"And that would be downright rude," she said. "Basic etiquette. My mother taught me never to eat food in front of guests without offering to share it. If you wanted to fuck me, you'd have to share me with Brian." She laughed.

"Well, that could be arranged," I said.

She smiled. "Are you one of those husbands who wants to see his wife fuck other men?" she asked.

I paused, mouth open, trying to think of a witty comeback. But I took too long. Brian spoke up before I could.

"Whoa, you guys, not so fast," Brian said. "I think you've had too many beers. In defense of Ken, there's not all that big a difference between flashing your breasts to tease us, like you just did, and tossing off your clothes to tease us. Sure, it's teasing with a sexual edge, but it's still just teasing."

"And you guys want to be teased?"

Brian and I together, more or less in stereo, said, "We want to be teased."

"And," Brian added, "we're all mature enough to know that nudity doesn't automatically lead to sex."

"So, what's it going to be tomorrow?" I asked. "The underwear, like now, or the dress without the underwear?"

"It's going to be whatever I decide. And there's a third option, the dress with the underwear."

"And the fourth option," I added. "Nothing at all."

"I can rule that out," Claire said. "But if you wanted to be teased, which is the best tease, the underwear, or the dress?"

"The best tease," I said, "is no clothes at all."

"That's already been ruled out. Brian?"

"I haven't seen the dress without underwear yet."

"We're talking an imaginary situation, so you're going to have to imagine it."

"I recommend the dress without underwear," I said. "You've already seen everything you're going to see with the underwear. With the dress you see all the parts at least some of the time."

"All the parts? You mean this?" She tugged on her briefs and shifted her legs a little, and a camel toe popped up. "Or these?" She flattened her bra against her chest, making her nipples more prominent. They seemed to be growing as we watched. "There's much more potential for teasing with the underwear still on."

"Which is more comfortable," Brian asked, "bra and panties like you have now, or the dress without underwear?"

"Right now, with this breeze on bare skin, the bra and panties. Usually, though, the dress. These underwear get pretty sticky underneath when it's humid. Especially under the elastic. In fact, if you don't mind..." She leaned forward and undid the bra strap in back. I thought she was going to take it off, and my dick jumped, but she let it stay, hanging loosely in front, still covering her breasts. Definitely a tease. She smiled at us, then looked down and folded the elastic waist band of her panties over, making the already narrow bikini panties still more narrow, even showing a hint of public hair. And her bra, as she fiddled with the panties, hung even more loosely, threatening to slide off her shoulders.

She looked up at us. "So, Brian, which would it be?

"I still can't decide. Tomorrow when we're gone you'd rather not wear the underwear?"

"Tomorrow after you're gone I won't be wearing anything. It gets pretty hot in the cabin when the sun is shining in. The dress is for when I step outside. And for when you guys get back home."

"Without the underwear?" I asked.

"Without while you're gone, with when you get back. Or underwear without dress when you get back."

"No," Brian said. "My choice when you get home is the dress, not the underwear."

"Why is that?"

"For your comfort. Since you're not going to do naked, the dress without underwear is the next best."

"Such a gentleman!" Claire said.

"So that's what you're wearing tomorrow? Just the dress?" I asked.

"I'll decide tomorrow what I wear tomorrow. I've had a long day, and drunk too much, and I'm off to bed." She pushed herself up from the chaise lounge, her loose bra threatening to fall off, then made a show of holding the bra against her breasts as she came to me and bent over to kiss me. But she didn't hold it quite tight enough to keep her nipples covered. I thought at first it was accidental, but it soon became clear from the way she lingered bent over after the kiss, giving me a generous chance to look down, and given the mischievous twinkle in her eyes, that she quite intended it, and that she intended for me to know that she intended it. She looked at me. "You wanted to be teased." Then she straightened up, looked down at my lap, where my erection was probably visible, said "My, my," and reached down and squeezed my cock through my shorts.

I thought the nipple display was for my benefit only, but then she did the almost the same thing with Brian: bent over to kiss him with a loosely held bra, lingering long enough for him to involuntarily glance down, murmuring "Consider yourself teased," then straightening up and saying "My, my" as she looked at his lap. But she headed for the door without grabbing his shorts.

I said, "Doesn't Brian get a squeeze?"

She stopped and looked at me incredulously. "Brian?"

Brian chimed in, "It's only fair."

She laughed, turned back to Brian, bent down, grabbed a handful of his shorts, jumped back in feigned surprise, and said a loud "OH MY!" I couldn't tell if she actually grabbed his cock, although Brian certainly looked surprised. "You two better let yourselves settle down a little before you stand up. Good night!"

Claire went through the porch door behind us into the cabin. Brian turned to me and said, "Looks like she's going with the underwear tomorrow."

I said, "How so?"

He nodded at the sundress, still on the floor. "She left the dress behind." I thought Claire had shut the door, but almost as soon as Brian had said this her bra and panties sailed over our heads and joined the dress on the floor. Both Brian and I jerked around to look, but by then the door was closed and Claire was out of sight behind the glass reflection.

Brian looked at me. "What does that mean? She left her dress out here, too. What's she going to wear in the morning?"

"Don't get your hopes up. She has a week's worth of clothes in that suitcase."

In Bed

I was surprised to find Claire still awake when I climbed into bed a little later. She snuggled up against me and held my cock, her usual way of letting me know she wanted to make love.

I asked, "So sitting there in your underwear turns you on?"

"It turns me on because it turns you guys on. Did you know Brian had a hard on in the truck when I was changing?"

"How do you know?"

"When the truck lurched and I landed in his lap, my hand landed there first. I think I pulled it away before he noticed, but not before I noticed. And I had to sit on his lap a second before I was able to slide off, and there was definitely a cock pressed against my butt. You were stiff, too. I grabbed you to check."

"Well, don't blame us. You do look sexy in those underwear."

"And are you aware that your cock got stiffer just now as I was talking about the truck?" She still had her hands on my cock.

"That's not fair. It's like you have a lie detector in your hands."

"You've got one too. Feel me." She brought my hand to her crotch. It was wet.

"So you're pretending to be casual, sitting there in your underwear, and it turns you on?"

"Yes. I was wet in the truck, and that nude day talk made me wetter."

"You mean, like hiking in your underwear?"

"All the talking, even if it was joking, about spending all day in my underwear, or in a see-thru dress, with Brian here, and company coming to dinner. And you kept suggesting I get naked."

"That was all joking."

"Or all teasing."

"You were the one who was teasing."

"Do you realize your dick just got even harder right now?"

"Well, talk is talk. Weren't you a little turned on, too?"

"And," she continued, "you never answered when I asked if fucking other men would turn you on. Or about sharing Brian."

"Why do you get to joke about that and not me?"

"Because you didn't hold up your end of the joking. You didn't say anything." I tried to think of some response. "And do you realize your dick is getting even harder?" She laughed and kissed me. "I'm just teasing you. I know your little penis brains get excited just be people talking about stuff you'd never even fantasize about. Now get that thing inside me. You aren't the only one that's horny."

We made love, quietly, because, as she reminded me, it would be rude to carry on with Brian down the hall.

We lay there for a while. We were both still awake, so I told her I was glad she and Brian were getting along so well.

"Tell me more about him," she said. "Why isn't he married? Or have a girlfriend? He seems like a catch, and he doesn't seem gay or shy."

"No," I said. "Definitely not. He was a legendary stud in college, with swarms of girlfriends."

"I'm not surprised," she said. "You should feel his dick when it's hard. I have twice now."

"Yes. He had a reputation. We suspected him of spreading the rumors himself, but my fraternity knew several girls who verified it from personal experience. I never saw the thing, but it was supposedly quite a sight."

"So he was happy all the attention and never fell in love."

"He's told me it's more of a curse than a blessing. In college it was great for all the sex it got him, although there were some girls who were willing until they saw the thing and changed their minds. The ones who could handle it went nuts for a week or so, all the sex he could handle. But then they'd disappear. It was just too much for their bodies to take regularly. He told me last night he's had some tearful breakups with women he was falling in love with and who were falling in love with him. He knows some women who can handle him, but they're just buddies of a sort. He doesn't love them. He says he's still trying to find the one."

"The guys must have hated him."

"Not at all, actually. The girls who left him acquired a taste for sex, and some of the guys in the fraternity tended to live off his leavings." (I didn't tell Claire that we used to call him the Slut Maker.) "I knew a girl who was the debutante type, and not much experienced in sex. She tried him because her sorority sisters were daring each other to do it. The two girls who'd gone before her had backed out when they saw him. She told me that when she got her cunt wrapped around that huge cock, she suddenly felt like a slut and proud of it. And even after she left him, she told me it was like she now had an itch she had to keep on scratching, and kept up her slutty ways in a more sustainable fashion. She took up with me several months afterward when she was trying to recover her old self. But she wasn't able to kick the habit. We broke up because she kept going back to Brian for an occasional dose.

"The poor guy. He'll never know what it's like to have a woman whose found the guy, and the dick, she wants to spend her life with." She cradled my dick in her hands.

"Yes. I was joking when I suggested you get naked in front of Brian, but even if you actually did it, I wouldn't be worried. I know you're not going to leave my cock for a lifetime with his."

She suddenly raised herself up on her elbows and looked at me intently. "What a strange thing for you to say after what we've just been talking about! Yes. This is the cock right here is the one I want to spend my life with. But after what you've just been telling me, you should worry about the cock I want to spend the next few days with."

I was somewhat addled by beer and sleepiness, and it took me a few seconds to see her point.               But she laughed. "I'm just teasing you. Good night. I love you." She kissed me and snuggled up next to me, her arm around me, and within seconds I felt her arm relax and her breathing settle into sleep.

I lay that way after she had fallen asleep. I've never been able to fall asleep like that myself, but I never feel more loved and more secure than those moments when she'd hold me like that and drift off. As usual, I lay there a few more minutes, enjoying the feeling, before carefully extricating myself, rolling over and settling into my own sleep.

Morning

I woke up when Claire was stirring. "I really need to pee," she said, "and Brian's in the bathroom taking a shower."

"That's what the front porch is for," I said I went out and stood on the edge and peed. The sun was just coming up, but there were no boats on the lake, so it was perfectly private. I went back to our bedroom, where Claire was, still naked, squirming on the edge of the bed. I noticed she had laid out a fresh bra and underwear, both of them a little more staid than what she had been wearing yesterday. Brian was going to be disappointed.

"I can't just squat at the edge of the porch and pee. It would make a mess."

"Stand up, tilt your pelvis, and pee. You can do it."

"Don't be crazy. I'm going to use the toilet." She disappeared into the hall. I heard the bathroom door open and Claire saying, "Ignore me, Brian, I need to pee." She was back a minute later. "That was easy. He said, 'No problem,' and politely turned his back to me in the shower. But it was embarrassing for me. The pee just wouldn't stop."

"I'm sure he couldn't hear it because oof the shower."

She was still naked. "I'm going to run get my dress while the coast is still clear." We heard the shower stop just then. She giggled. "I better hurry." She scooted out the door and was back within a minute with the door closed behind her. "Safe."

I was already dressed in t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, my outfit for now, since the fishing gear was in the back of the truck. "You're not going to shower?" she said.

"I showered yesterday just before we left. I'll start on some breakfast."

Brian came out a few minutes later, dressed much like me. I broke the news to him: Claire had fresh underwear laid out, and was probably going to wear a dress as well. He shrugged. "I wasn't really expecting anything. She's already made things interesting, and there's still the rest of the week to go."

But then Claire came out. I was stunned. Instead of yesterday's sundress she was wearing my favorite one. And she wasn't wearing underwear. This dress was one she habitually wore around the house, since it was cooler than the others. Either because of the looser weave, or because it had no pattern, it was more see-thru than her other sundresses. It would do as a beach cover-up - if there was a swimsuit under it. Her nipples were visible and there was no missing he dark patch of her crotch.

She smiled as Brian and I looked her over. "Good morning, boys. You're suddenly quiet."

I said, "Nice. You're going hiking in that?"

"That's the reason I went with this dress. It's airier, and it's shorter and less likely to catch on briars."

Shorter it certainly was, barely below her butt. I think that was a good part of the airiness.

Our first look at her, with the shadowy crotch and the nipples looming into view under the fabric, was before she got into the sunlight. Once she was moving around the kitchen, popping toast in the toaster, getting her cereal, setting her place at the table, crisscrossing the sunlight that was streaming in, we saw much clearer flashes of a breast in its entirety, or her pubic hair as more than a dark shadow. I knew from teasing her about it at home that she was perfectly well aware that this would be happening, but she showed no sign of embarrassment or shyness about it. I noticed, although Brian didn't, that when she went to pour her coffee at the counter by the window, with her back toward us, her backlit labia were starkly silhouetted. I almost nudged Brian to point it out, but realized that would be crass.

"Anyone want a refill?" she asked. We both pushed our cups forward. But when she came to the table she was standing in a full band of sunlight illuminating her whole torso from the side and making it look like her dress was only the most transparent gauze.

"What?" she asked, seeing his both staring at her. She looked down, but I guess the effect wasn't visible from her angle. "You/re seeing my nipples? You'd better get used to it."

"It's not that," I said. "In that light , your dress is sheer."

She put the coffee mug down and went to look at herself in the mirror that hung by the side door. "You're crazy. I couldn't wear this to a PTA meeting, but it's not totally indecent."

"No," I said. I got up, took the mirror off its hook, and went back to my spot at the table, holding it up so she could see. "Come back into the sunlight."

I kept the mirror pointed at her as she approached the table. When she reached the sunny patch she gasped and stepped back into the shadow. "Sheesh! How much have you been seeing me like that?"

"Only just now as you poured the coffee," I said.

She stepped back into the patch of light and took a long look, turning to one side and then the other. "It's almost like I have no dress."

"So you might as well just take it off," I said.

She looked at me. "If it looks the same with or without the dress, why does it mean so much to you to have it off?"

"Maybe for the same reason that it means so much to you to have it on," Brian ventured.

"Well, count yourself lucky with what you can see. It's not coming off. Give me that mirror." She took it from me and stood at different angles to the sunlight, inspecting the view in the mirror from different sides.

I said, "I don't think it will be that stark when the sun is higher in the sky."

She said, "Unless it were straight overhead, I don't see why it would be any different. I'd better not go to the camp store today!" She laughed, hung the mirror back up, and sat down to her breakfast.

The next hour was uneventful while we waited for my brother to arrive. Uneventful, that is, except for the constant eyefuls we were getting of Claire's body. She seemed to have almost forgotten about it, and we soon got used to it and went on with our preparations. Claire helped us make sandwiches for us, packing some of them and some water in a knapsack for her hike. She loaded the front porch with more water and the books she was planning to read when she got back.

We had to wait till my brother Michael arrived. This gave us plenty of time to watch her as we helped her make some pack lunches for us and for herself. I locked the porch door and reminded her to check that it was locked before she went out. (The porch was elevated, but even with the main door on the side of the cabin locked, it was easy to climb up on the porch and get in that way.)

Then we sat on he entrance porch and waited for Michael.

Brian asked Claire, "So you're really going to shuck the dress while we're gone?"

"More than likely, while I'm in the cabin. Nude Day or nothing, it might get hot in there."

I said, "Is that a promise? I'd come back early just to see that."

Claire scoffed. "I warn you - if I see you coming back early, the clothes come right back on, including the underwear."

I said, "Live a little! We've already seen you more or less naked."

"That doesn't mean you need to see me more. Maybe if you're good boys and stay away until 4, I'll leave the dress off for a few minutes when you get back. Maybe."

"What about hiking? Are you going to hike naked?"

Claire - "Nope. This dress." She looked up the driveway at the woods, which started just after the access road at the top of the driveway. "Not that it would be a big deal. Once I cross the road here it's woods all the way. No one would see me."

I said, "Make sure you check for ticks. I won't be there to help."

She laughed. "I will, and I'll manage by myself." She turned to Brian. "You should see how he helps. He asks me to spread my legs so he can check my crotch."

"That's not fair," I said. "I'm just following instructions. I check all the crevices - ears, armpits, between the toes."

"Yes, but my vagina gets the most attention. I can do most of that myself, but you're going to need to check my hair and ears and butt when you get back."

I changed the subject.

Michael showed up, we transferred his gear to the truck, and the three of us climbed in. Claire came to the driver's window. "Enjoy yourselves," she said.

"Enjoy your hike. Although I bet you'll be back in 20 minutes just to laze around the cabin the rest of the day."

"No. I'm going to stay out of the cabin all day until it's time for you guys to come home. I've got lots of sunscreen, and there's the hike, there's the rowboat, there's swimming. I was going to walk to the camp store, but I've cancelled that idea."

"I'm willing to actually bet you're back in the cabin way by lunch time."

"I'll prove it. Wait here a sec." She ran up to the cabin, came out with her knapsack, locked the door, and ran back to the truck. "Here's the key. You can hang onto it for me."

"Aw," Brian complained. "How are you going to be waiting in the cabin naked when we get back?"

Claire looked at him thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Can you do me a favor, Brian?"

"Sure."

Claire stepped back and pulled the sundress off over her head, then stepped back up to the window. She was naked except for her shoes. "Here, hang onto this for me till you get back."

We were speechless. She laughed. "You should see the look on your faces!"

"Eight hours? Locked out naked?" I was genuinely concerned.

"I'll be fine hiking and swimming and reading. The woods and the porch have shade, and my books and water are on the porch. You wanted me to live a little. Don't come back early or the clothes come back on as soon as you get inside, including the underwear. Get going and stop staring. You're not supposed to get your reward until you get back."

She backed up a few yards from the truck and stood there, in nothing but her sneakers, her legs akimbo, one hand on her hip. She was clearly waiting for us to leave, but we all stared. My brother spoke up. "I've always thought Claire was beautiful, but I never realized how beautiful." And she was. Her breasts are not large, but she looked, standing there, like a classical statue. I realized I'd never really seen her that way, naked in full daylight, from several yards away. Even her cunt was a beautiful. She doesn't trim her hair, but it's thin, and her labia were fully visible in a way I wouldn't have predicted.

She got tired of waiting, waved us off, and turned back to the cabin. As I backed up the driveway, I thought she was headed for the porch, but she was only going back to get her backpack. When I drove off, I could see her in the rear-view mirror, sauntering across the road, waving to me as she did so. I mentioned it to the other two, who twisted around in time to see her entering the woods.

"Is she really stuck out there all day like that?" Brian wondered. "Is there an extra key somewhere?"

"Knowing Claire, she's just teasing us. She'll go back and climb up on the porch as soon as we're out of sight. Best bet is that she unlocked the porch door when she went inside just now. But if not, I know she has books stashed on the front porch. I kind of doubt she'd go skinny dipping in the daytime, especially when more boats are on the lake."

Evening

We were good, and didn't come back until 4. I honked as we drove up.

Claire showed up at the edge of the porch, still quite naked, when she heard the horn. She set a beer can down on the edge, hopped down, then came up to us, beer in hand, and waited while I parked the truck. Brian and Michael each got a naked hug as they climbed out. Brian took it in stride, but Michael was a little taken aback, and glanced at me for reassurance that it was OK. I came around from my side of the truck, and she hopped up into my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist. She gave me a passionate kiss. Her hair was wet, her skin slippery clean. I felt like the alpha male, with this marvelous naked woman favoring me above all the others.

I let her back down to the ground. "OK guys! She said. "Enough staring. How's the fishing?"

"Great," I said, "but we couldn't wait till we got back. Been swimming?"

"I wanted to wash the sun screen off."

"You didn't mind that the guys next door could see you?"

"I don't think they're going to file a complaint."

Brian was still looking her over. "So you've enjoyed Nude Day. How'd it go? Did you actually hike?"

"Basically, I used a lot of sun screen. I did a hike a little, but I was worried about poison ivy and ticks, so I came back early. I washed." She looked at me and added, "and checked for ticks," then continued, "then I reapplied and sat on the porch, reading and waving to boats passing by. I washed again and had lunch. I reapplied, then went out on the lake for a while. I came back, washed and reapplied, and swam across to the other shore and back. I washed and reapplied and walked halfway around the lakeshore. I checked for ticks and reapplied and lazed around here. I washed again. And here I am. And I still have lots of sunscreen left. Are you happy, Ken? I 'lived a little.'"

I was betting to myself that she was joking about some of this. The rowboat, for example, clearly hadn't been moved yet. But there was no time to talk. My brother was in a hurry to leave. Claire asked for the key and asked Brian for her dress, then disappeared inside the cabin.

"That's the end of our reward, I guess," Brian said, and we helped Michael get his gear transferred back to his car. But Claire came back out of the cabin, still naked, with her suitcase, which she brought over to my brother's car.

"Could you drop this off at our house?" she asked Michael. "It'll be safe around back on the screened-in porch. I realized today I've packed more clothes and books than I'll need." To me she said, "Now we can at least open the door to our bedroom without rearranging everything."

Michael put the suitcase in his trunk, and waved goodbye. Claire gave him a naked hug and kiss, his second in a few minutes, but he was used to it now and just winked at me and smiled. We watched him drive off.

Back in the cabin, I noticed the empty beer can she'd been drinking, an IPA, which we didn't have. "Where'd the beer come from?"

"The neighbors."

"They brought it over?"

"No. I went over there. I wanted a cold beer, and they very nicely gave me one."

"What did they think?"

"You mean about me being naked? What do you think they thought? They loved it!"

"They're going to be over here in a few hours. Are they going to recognize you with your clothes on?"

"They'd better not have any trouble. I still won't have clothes on."

"You won't be embarrassed?"

"Why would I be. We've already hung out for a while. The question is, will you be embarrassed?"

"How long did you hang out? What did you do?"

She smiled, as if to tease me. "That's our secret. "

"I'll just have to ask them."

"We're all sworn to secrecy. That's why I'm not telling."

"You didn't go fishing on the lake with them, did you? Is that why our boat hasn't moved? She smiled, as if maybe I was on to something, but she pinched her lips together with her fingers, gesturing that she wasn't talking about it.

"You went out on the lake stark naked?" Brian said. "I bet that caused a stir."

"You have no idea how happy everybody gets when they see you naked," Claire responded. "Even when I just stood on the porch and waved to passing boats, I got cheers."

"I don't get the sworn secrecy," I said. "And you're telling me, anyway."

"No, I'm not telling you. You're just guessing. The boys wanted me to keep quiet about it because they thought you might not approve."

I laughed. "They didn't need to worry. Whatever you did naked with them is fine with me. It's pretty hot, actually."

Brian said, "The only problem I have is that you did all this when we weren't here. I'd much rather have been here."

Claire - "Well another day, then. You don't have to go fishing every day."

Brian - "Are you extending Nude Day?"

Claire - "Not really. I've just gotten to like being naked. All my clothes are in the suitcase that just drove off."

I was dumbfounded. "We have company tonight."

"Believe me, they're not going to mind if you don't mind. And you just said that you don't mind."

"And the rest of the week? What if we want to go somewhere? You have your bathing suit?"

"Nope. I kept my sunscreen, my sneakers, my knapsack, and some books. We can go wherever you want."

Brian whooped. I was still assuming it was a joke, although I was starting to have doubts.

I said, "We were going to hike Mt. Baldy."

Claire, "And we will. When I hiked the lakeshore today, I had an armada of boats tagging along with me offshore, chatting with me. No one minded. By the way, you guys, I explained to everyone that it was National Nude Day, but no one had ever heard of it. You should call it Nude Appreciation Day. I certainly was appreciated. A nice older man even gave me a ride back to our side of the lake. I offered to fuck him as payment, but he laughed and declined."

"Are you serious?" I said.

"I was joking, silly, and he knew it. I don't know what I would have done if he'd said yes. But that wasn't going to happen. His wife was right there with us, and we all knew I was joking."

She was almost breathless with excitement as she talked about all this. I'd never seen her like that. "Are you drunk?"

"No. Just a few beers during the day. What I am is horny. I discovered today that walking around naked in front of people really turns me on. So you all need to get your clothes off. I need a good fucking before those guys come over."

I was a little shocked at her bluntness, even if she was joking.

"We can go to the bedroom for a few minutes while Brian cleans the fish."

"Brian can clean the fish later. If you fuck me, Brian fucks me too. It's basic etiquette. My mother brought me up to never eat in front of guests unless you share the food. Besides, I really need a double fucking."

"I can't tell if you're joking!"

"Why do you always think I'm joking when I'm serious? You guys want me walking around naked, but if I do that I'm going to need a good screwing every now and then. Every few hours today I got a huge wave of horniness. It comes and goes, but sometimes it's almost unbearable, and it would sure be handy when that happens if I could jump on whatever cock was ready. If you can't keep up your end of it, I'll go to the camp store across the lake and buy some of their cheap T-shirts and shorts. But if I do that, no more nudity and no more sex! Okay?"

I just stood there open mouthed. Trying to compute. Brian was just as stunned.

She stepped toward us. "So, who goes first?" She looked back and forth at us. Brian, understandably, stepped back. She took that as the decision, stepped up to me, and yanked my t-shirt upward. Without thinking, I raised by arms to help her, and she pulled the t-shirt halfway up my arms, then left me to finish on my own while she attacked my shorts, yanking them both down. She pushed me back onto the couch, where she pulled them off. She climbed right on top of me, lying full length, and attacked my face with a passionate kiss. That kiss went on for a minute, as I grew quickly erect. She raised her face a few inches, looked at me lovingly, then sat up, enveloping my cock with her cunt as she did so. She was clearly wet and ready, and started grinding me furiously.

Brian turned to go, thinking, apparently, to leave us some privacy. But she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and commanded him, "Stay right there, Brian!"

I must say, I didn't last very long, although I was pretty sure, judging from the sounds she was making, that she came at least once herself. She collapsed on me and murmured, "I love you." I held her tightly. She was teasing us, I realized, with this joke about fucking both of us. I never would have predicted the length she'd carry the joke out to, but maybe that was the effect of being naked all day. This was National Nude Day, after all, and what better finish to a day naked in public than to fuck in public?

But I was wrong. After lying there a minute, gazing lovingly at my face, with my dick shrinking inside her, she kissed me and murmured, "Don't you dare stop me." She pushed herself off me and turned toward Brian, who had been standing there awkwardly.

"OK, Brian, let's see this dick of yours again." She quickly had his pants down at his ankles, his dick springing up to greet her."

"Again?" He was puzzled.

"In the bathroom yesterday. But it wasn't standing up like this. I felt it last night though." She knelt before it, grabbed it in her hands, and gazed at it for a few seconds, as if she were contemplating a blowjob. It was huge.

"Don't try," Brian said. "Mouths aren't big enough." He raised her to her feet. She tried to tug him by the dick to the couch where I was, but he stopped, gently pried her hands from his dick, and looked at me, as if for instructions. I didn't know what to say. This was a side of Claire I'd never seen, maybe a side that hadn't existed before. All I could think of were the girls Brian had unintentionally turned into sluts. And all I could do for Brian was shrug.

He looked a little sad, as if he was sorry for what he'd be doing, but he took Claire's hand and led her to the couch, motioning for me to get off. She followed quietly behind, looking, I thought, like a lamb being led to slaughter. He laid her down on the couch, spread her knees apart, and knelt between her legs, rubbing her cunt with the head of his dick. She was up on her elbows, wide-eyed and fascinated. It didn't look possible for that thing to go into that hole.

"It helps if you hold your knees as wide as you can," Brian told her. She dutifully took her knees in her hands and pulled them apart. Brian nibbled her cunt with the tip of his cock.

"I'm already plenty wet, Brian. But go easy with that thing. I'm not used to something that big." He slowly pushed his head in, and she gasped and lay back on the couch with her eyes closed. "Wait a sec. I'm a little tender down there." Brian paused for her.

"Tender?" I said. "From hiking?"

She looked at me, a little annoyed at the interruption. "No. From fucking. Just a little sore, that's all." She lifted herself back on her elbows and watched as Brian slowly pushed in. Her cunt gradually widened, then widened some more, and suddenly enveloped the head of the monster, forcing a quiet yelp out of her. "Wait a minute, Brian. Let me get used to this."

I was still puzzled. "Tender? From me? You haven't gotten sore like that since we were in college making love three times a day."

She paused again, exasperated, and looked at me as if she weren't sure what to say. "Do you really have to know?" Then she shrugged. "It was those college boys next door. Every time I got horny, they got me over the hump. Those guys just kept on going for hours, like you used to in college. But they were using condoms, which didn't help."

We both froze, me speechless, Brian with my wife's cunt clamped around the head of his dick.

Brian's concern was more mundane than mine. "I don't have a condom."

"It's OK, Brian. Condoms rub me the wrong way, and I get sore. I told those guys it wasn't that time of month, but they insisted. The only way they'd agree to fuck me was with condoms."

"I guess I would have done the same," Brian said. "A married woman shows up naked at the door, desperate to get laid. I wouldn't have trusted you if you said you couldn't get pregnant. And I would have made you swear not to tell Ken." As he was talking, Claire was rotating her hips around the head of his cock as Brian was pushing it very slowly into her.

They seemed to have forgotten that I was right there. "You fucked them?" I said. "For hours?"

She looked at me, a little concerned and a little amused. "Ken, you wanted me to live a little. It started when I asked them if I could use their shower, and they helped me check for ticks, and things just went on from there."

"And why are you telling me now?"

She wrapped her legs around Brian's waist and pulled him all the way in, then threw herself back on the couch with a loud cry. Brian smiled, as if that was the reaction he was used to. She looked up at Brian. "I'm ready. Don't hold back."

He slowly drew his cock almost all the way out, with her stretched out pussy lips trying to follow it, then plunged it back in. She yelped, loudly.

I tried to interrupt again. "Agreed?"

They didn't stop. I wasn't even sure she'd heard me, but she finally, without looking at me, grunted, "Yes. I asked, and I haven't heard a No."

I couldn't remember her asking me. "Well, I'm saying No."

But she seemed to have lost the ability to talk. She was alternately gasping and moaning at every thrust. After a half a minute, though, she did manage to get her eyes open and look at me. "It's too late." Then to Brian, "Please, Brian, you're still holding back. I need to be pounded."

I got dizzy as I started to do the math. I should have realized when I smelled soap in her hair that she hadn't washed in the lake. All that showering and tick checking, spread over the day. She must have been fucking for hours. And now my sweet wife was unabashedly humping my best friend right in front of me, grunting and moaning a she strained for yet another orgasm, her arms pressed against the back of the couch to keep her head from being pounded into it by Brian. I watched in horrified fascination. Every time Brian pushed his dick in, her labia folded into her cunt, and every time he pulled it out they unfolded and tried to follow the dick out. And all this was tugging at her clitoris. And the massive cock must be rubbing every fold in her vagina. All the nerves in Claire's cunt must be firing off like they've never fired before.

And even when they were done, she'd have an itch that was going to need rubbing again, and two proven studs were coming over in a few hours. They'd probably to fuck her to oblivion, this time without condoms.

Worst of all as I stood there watching and thinking, my cock was getting hard. I was ready to go again myself. If she let me.

And there was a whole week left in our vacation.

What had Nude Day done to us?