In the Moment

They were young, probably college aged, and unashamed, lying on towels on a rock and soaking in the sun. Their clothes were on the bank about 10' away. Hayley giggled - maybe at finding them naked, maybe because the guy with a shrunken dick. Erin gave an approving snort. Sam and I didn't mind looking at the girl who was quite shapely, but the ladies pulled us away.

So, we hiked back, which was much harder uphill and harder still after we crossed the road and continued upwards to the big waterfall, which took about an hour and a half. It wasn't exactly a marvel, maybe 15' high with two major drops in the fall, and it was likely one reason that it wasn't a tourist highlight. But below the fall was a generous ponding area to cool off and relax, even if it was only 3'-4' deep. The ladies were excited about it as this was exactly what they had wanted. Why? I wasn't certain.

First, though, we unpacked and had a picnic with our boots off and feet in the water, tremendously cold water. But the rocks we were on were warm, the sun was out and... it was tolerable. There was a discussion about who would be first to go all in, and I didn't try to win. Sam stripped off his shirt, walked in and gave no indication that it was more than just a little unpleasant, that being mostly the goose bumps. We knew he was faking it.

Erin went next, making it understood she didn't like to hike in wet pants. She stripped her shorts revealing a generic bikini bottom, and then took off her shirt which obviously drew my attention. She had a thin tank top and a bra on underneath, but... there they were, those nipples! She walked into the water slowly, testing her footing and the temperature and sat down abruptly to her shoulders. Then she quickly stood up, shouted "No fucking way!" and climbed back onto a rock. Even through two layers, I felt like I was seeing her nipples at full perk, and it was already a great day in my book.

Hayley said, "I don't think I'm going to bother trying. I've got nothing to prove. That's just cold."

Sam argued, "Oh, c'mon. Erin did it at least briefly. Take off that shirt. I'm sure Steven and I would enjoy seeing you frolic in the pond!"

It was the first time our conversation had hinted at anything sexual all day. With Erin's nipples in full evidence, it was obvious what he was getting at. But was it, show us your hard nipples? Or, show us your hard nipples that we saw last night so it shouldn't be a big deal?

"Oh, come on, Hayley! Do it!" Erin encouraged. "Then join me on the rock. It's warm!"

Well, nipples wanted company.

It wasn't a particularly cold day, and with the hike up, we had all sweated a bit. I'd started with a light jacket and tucked it away further down the trail. Sam had done similarly before that.

"Um, no," she said. "That water is freezing, and I didn't wear a bra."

Hayley had worn a Columbia vest over a tank top, so somehow, I hadn't noticed jiggling boobs on the hike? How had I missed that?

"More reason to hop in!" Sam said. "Right Steven? Right Erin?" he said, smiling.

Erin was right there with him yelling encouragement, but I just laughed. What a crazy weekend. And, what a change in my wife. I hadn't known her to go braless except around the house.

"Prove it," Erin yelled. "Take off the vest!"

Hayley rolled her eyes. "You take your shirt off, and I'll take off my vest."

What? If the night before hadn't happened, I would have been completely stunned that she even thought about it, never mind proposed a deal. Proving to friends that you aren't wearing a bra?

Erin looked at her for a few seconds, shrugged her shoulders and removed her tank top. "There, nothing you haven't seen in a swimsuit." Unfortunately, she was right. Her bra was thicker than most swimsuits. "Now, off with it!"

Hayley lifted and lowered her shoulders in a resigned fashion for losing what was a dare. And off went her vest. The halter top was light blue. I'd seen it many times before around the house, generally loose fitting and doing little to hide any bounce when she walked. But she didn't walk around the house much with hard nipples. She had them now.

"Now that's what I call a fair trade," Sam said. He exaggerated by opening his eyes wide when checking out her chest, and it made us all laugh.

"Well, actually it is freezing cold," Sam said. He stood and walked to his bag nearby. He wiped the water from his arms to warm himself but then turned abruptly to pick Hayley up like she was a bag of dry dog food at his waist. Despite her protests and kicking, it only took seconds for him to walk to a depth where it was safe to simply let go.

I'd expected screaming, but I guess the water shocked her silent. She held her arms to her chest as she raced out of the pond, hiding what we wanted to see, but I could tell the shirt clung to her breasts. She finally started complaining after her teeth stopped chattering. Then she asked, "And where were you, my hero?!"

"It all happened so fast," I said in a tone where it was obviously not making an excuse.

She gathered her tank top, squeezing the water from it from top to bottom. And then she winked at me when the others weren't looking.

"Men! I'm coming to join you, Erin."

Not surprisingly, Sam was already beside Erin on the rock. And getting there required a little dexterity involving using your hands. Hayley sighed loudly and made her way up. I followed behind her. When she turned to sit... I really love my wife. And her breasts. And I was now extremely fond of her tank top that was molded to her breasts, hard nipples and all.

"Dammit, you're right, Erin. I can't walk in these shorts wet. They need to dry. For a little bit. Quickly." She stood. "Umm..."

She turned to face me, unbuttoned them and let them fall. She was wearing the same bikini bottom that she had worn to the hot tub. They weren't pulled as tight, but... She made the same short licking motion she had used the night before, and I knew she was more than okay with this.

So, I didn't bother trying to sneak a glance between her legs. I Just looked. But it begged a question. She had other underwear and swimsuits. The wink meant that clearly this was no accident. I had to sit down myself, not to rest, but to avoid showcasing my rock-hard cock.

And that was pretty much the end of that, gradually watching my wife's clothes dry on her sexy body. If there was conversation, I didn't pay attention to it. There was too much to look at.

The walk back was uneventful though dissatisfying as Hayley had put her vest and shorts back on. Erin walked in just her bra, which I thought might have been setting a good example. But I couldn't complain. My wife had intentionally shown her tits, even though clothed. It was a hell of a turn-on.

Proud of the way my wife looks is one thing. I mean, I always want her to be attractive and for other men to know that she's beautiful and, of course, mine. That was about her natural beauty and style. But for her to show off her body as she had, why did I seem to be liking it so much? And, why was Hayley suddenly interested in getting lustful attention? Was it for me? For Sam? For her? It didn't make me want her to stop. But I hoped to get an answer.

Back at the cabin, we all showered and managed to get a nap. The party wouldn't start until 9 PM, and even though the cost covered hors d'oeuvres and non-alcoholic beverages, that would be a little late. So, we grilled grouper and enjoyed a sensational dinner, talking about everything but what I thought was probably on everybody's mind.

After cleaning up, the women wanted time to prepare their costumes and make-up, so they did that together in Sam and Erin's bedroom while he and I sipped on Buffalo Trace and watched early evening college football. It was very relaxing.

"Sam," I asked. "Did Erin say anything about this party? I haven't heard anything from Hayley."

"Nope. It kind of makes me wonder. This trip has been a little different than others, if you know what I mean."

"Well, it's not what I expected, but I'm not complaining," I said.

He held his glass up. "To good friends and good times," he said.

I couldn't help it. I added, "and nipples."

"And nipples," he repeated, nodding with a grin on his face. "You're a lucky man."

"We're lucky men," I said, and that ended that.

Finally, we had to go put on our "costumes." Blonde wigs and black cowboy outfits for both of us. White cowboy hats. Pink kerchiefs. White boots. Ugh. We were to be Kens to their Barbies. At 6'3", Sam wore it better than me but still looked ridiculous. Whatever. It made the women happy when we had acquiesced.

They stepped out of the bedroom and... holy fuck. They were Barbie cowgirls, sure. But.

"Steven," Sam asked, "Do you ever get the feeling we've been set up?"

I nodded. "I do now."

They had come out of the bedroom together. They both wore white cowboy hats and the same type of "pants." They were pink bell-bottoms that might have been similar to the movie costume as best I could recall, but they clearly weren't the same. First, they were made with see-thru gauze, with sequins sewn in. And, though they hung from a belt, they had no front or back, only sides that then became something like sleeves for their legs.

In the front we could see hot pink thongs. The patches of fabric where their legs met were tiny, tiny by any regard but especially tiny for, well, anything but the bedroom.

Sam held up his hand for them to stop, which they did, and then made a circular motion with his finger. They smirked at each other and complied in unison. At the back, there was nothing but bare ass cheek and a sliver of pink coming up from their cracks before it split off to the sides. I couldn't help but check out Erin, but Hayley won the figure contest by a half mile.

They differed on their choice of cowgirl top though both kept with the pink theme. Hayley's was what she described as a cross-tied backless hanky. I'd call it see-thru lingerie as the mesh was meant to decorate, not actually cover anything. Her breasts were clearly visible except for what appeared to be white gaffer tape cut in circles to cover her nipples.

Erin was wearing a slinky satiny thing cut to fall just below her breasts. For all our times together, this was the least amount of imagination I needed to visualize her nipples. Hayley won the boob contest, but with nipples like Erin's, no one would care. I tried not too? Erin also wore a pink dog collar with a link of chain. That made me wonder just a bit... I couldn't imagine they made Barbies like that, so maybe she and Sam...? Whatever.

Sam asked in a measured tone, "We're dressed like this, and you're dressed like that? What kind of party is this?

Erin brightened. "Oh, it's a party you're going to love. It's couples only. I mean, I guess Hayley and I could go together and leave you guys here. That might be kind of fun."

Hayley giggled, but she dared me with her eyes to ask her the same question. I chose another. "First... nice. Both of you. Actually, not nice. Naughty. But Santa isn't here. But seeing you, we can tell this isn't just a costume party. What's the deal?"

"Great question! This party is why we chose to come here at all," Erin said, a broad smile on her face. "And we might tell you why afterwards." She wobbled her head as if debating. "We probably will."

Hayley added, "We will but later. Have you known either of us to dress like this before? Nope! We decided we wanted to, for... reasons. Part of it might be that we like dressing sexy for you. But for the party, all you need to know is that there are rules."

Erin echoed, "Rules." Had they been drinking too?

"We might have had some wine to loosen up," Hayley said. "And here's why. The first is that it's adult only."

Erin added, "Really adult. Like, adult."

Hayley giggled. "Right. Short version. No nudity is allowed. We're not nude as you can see. Body paint, which we thought would be just a bit too much for you guys, is actually considered okay. You might see some of that. Private parts have to be covered, and they spelled out which ones. We're good there."

"No matter what you may think," Erin added, sassily.

"What if people are taking pictures," Sam asked. "You might be all over the internet."

Erin raised her arms, her lengthy nipples small skyscrapers just above the lower edge of her top. "We think so too!" Erin said. "We're hoping you'll take some," she said excitedly.

"We came across a stash of pictures from previous years," Hayley added. "And we talked about it."

"Sober?" Sam interrupted.

Hayley gave him a warm smile. "We thought about it. If someone we know finds them, they shouldn't go to the places where they're stashed and would probably be embarrassed to admit they saw them." She rubbed her exposed mons with a finger in an exaggerated manner that made my cock stiff. Stiffer. "And if they do, won't they be lucky."

Erin said, "Oh, there's more."

"You went to a... a porn site?" Sam asked, unbelieving.

"There was a link," Erin said. "We clicked." Then she laughed, eyes on the ceiling.

"Yeah, yeah," Hayley said, "and here's the deal. It's a charity thing for some organization in the area."

"What?" Sam asked. "What organization benefits from an adult Halloween party? And you didn't say anything about admission. I didn't bring any cash."

"Oh, no, it's, eh, free for us," Erin said.

This was so... confusing.

"Go on," I said. I was intrigued, and I guessed that Hayley's fun the night before and hiking today had set me up to feel just that way.

"People pay real cash for monopoly money," Hayley said.

"Dollar for dollar," Erin added.

"They pay to touch other people at the party," Hayley said.

Erin quickly added, "But it's up to the person being asked. So, we get to decide whether it's yes or no, how much and for how long. I think they made about $20K last year."

My jaw dropped.

"From a Halloween party where guys pay to touch women. How far does this go?" I asked.

Hayley met my eyes. "Well, women can pay guys, too, but we're not here for that. And neither are you. It can go however far we let them. Private parts are supposed to stay covered, but we've seen some pictures where that didn't quite work out. Cocks stay in their pants. Anything else seems open to negotiation."

"It's up to us. That's what makes this... fun," Erin said, emphatically, even. "And we have a rule of our own. Even if you brought cash, or if they have an ATM, Sam, no touching us or other women." Erin said.

"That's why having cash tonight doesn't matter," Hayley added. "You'll be watching us."

"I mean, really, what the fuck?" Sam said. "I'm supposed to be okay with other guys touching you? Why is this something I should like?"

"Let's see," said Erin, "just think about the after party."

Sam didn't answer.

"You'll like it later," Erin said. "Pinky swear."

I didn't know what to think, never mind what to say. So, I did what I knew how to do. I embraced Hayley. Besides, I couldn't not put my hands on her ass in that sexy outfit anyway.

"Trust me," she said in my ear. "Let me have this night. If you thought last night was fun, wait until later..."

I didn't respond immediately, my thoughts between what others might do with her... and the raging hardon I had at the thought.

"Promise me," she said.

I exhaled what felt like an obligatory breath. My hands traced around her exposed ass, and I couldn't help but try to find my way further underneath.

"Eh, that's for charity," she whispered. "Promise me."

I promised.

The girls donned their white cowboy boots to complete the ensemble, and we were off. There were some humorously mild complaints about how cold the seats were, and I shouldn't have been surprised that Hayley made a joke about it keeping her nipples hard. Her comment brought a little levity into something that was entirely foreign to all of us.

I parked, and went around to open the door for Hayley. She looked like a sex toy as she exited the SUV, her boobs all but completely exposed and what had to be an intentional spread of her legs as she slid from seat.

Erin said, "Hey, fellas. I think a few pictures are in order."

Hayley looked quite agreeable.

We certainly weren't going to say no. The girls did some cutesy hugs and looked over their shoulders while showing off their butts and similar. But then Erin hugged Hayley close, face to face, and groped one of Hayley's tits. It surprised Hayley, but she reciprocated quickly. And that was the shot, friends but almost intimate, with Erin's nipple extending well beyond Hayley's entrapping fingers.

It was going to be a long night.

When I reclaimed her to walk hand in hand, I asked, "You're sure?"

"Definitely. But I'd never do it without you."

"And if I'm distracted by some other woman?" I asked.

"That's cute," she said, "but I know you only have eyes for me."

Damn straight. But I didn't say that. And then, without thinking, I admitted, "And Erin's nipples."

Hayley smiled, and said, "They're long, aren't they?"

And that was my condition as we entered the Recreation Center. I had to laugh at the name of the building for an event like this. It was obviously suited to dances, ping-pong, foosball and board games, maybe committee meetings based on the chairs and tables stacked around the perimeter. It had some spooky decorations, a disco ball, and what looked to a guitarist and singer getting prepared to perform.

If there was a welcome speech, we had missed it, but we did check in and heard for ourselves that the ladies had gotten the rules right from a lady wearing a red wig and otherwise only a painted doll costume added, "But just remember, the more you share of yourselves the more the animal shelter benefits!"

Uh-huh. Another lady pointed towards the buffe and the bathroom. She wore a white unbuttoned blouse, and although technically covered per the rules, when she raised her arms, I could see her breast fully. I didn't get a costume reference, but when you see boobs, I guess it didn't matter. By definition, I guess Hayley's boobs would be considered covered even if she lost the tape.

More people were arriving, and I guessed there were over 200. They were all ages, but we were definitely on the younger edge of the demographic. That was disappointing in some ways, but encouraging too as there were a number of very sexy older women.

Costumes included Disney and Marvel characters, angels, devils, cats, princesses, pirates, nurses, playboy bunnies and others that just wore the barest swimsuits or lingerie with heels. There were a couple other Barbies, but they couldn't compete. And, I couldn't linger looking at others too long because I had a spot where my eyes belonged, and I could tell Hayley was tracking my attention.

"Fresh meat," Sam said. "Or, fresher meat."

"Huh?" I asked.

"The guys are checking us out. Rather, Erin and Hayley that is. They're younger, but maybe others here are regulars or something," he said.

Erin voluntold us to get drinks. I was uneasy about it, but they gave us a look that, well, you just don't argue about. It wasn't hard to figure out that giving them a little room might... get it started?

When I returned a couple sips into my beer and with a glass of wine for Hayley, it had started, alright. There were five men around them both, and I saw Hayley tuck a few bills of play money under the side of her G-string, but it wouldn't stay. So, she just kept it in her hand while a guy reached with both hands under the loose mesh of her top and groped her breasts.

I stood there dumbfounded, hard as a rock. Seeing a man grope your wife isn't just something you rarely see. It's something you never see. Time slowed as I watched his thumbs rub over the tape that covered her nipples. Her mouth parted, and her face flushed. This was so wrong, but damned if I wasn't turned on by it. And I liked that she was too.