“Hey, Emily, Devon, you two already have your outfits on.” She walked in without waiting for a response. However, that was their fault as they had left the door open for her. Kyra was a short Latina, leaning toward the plump side, but she carried her body confidently. Realistically, it was likely more muscle than flab because she was an incredible athlete. The baggy clothes made her appear frumpier than her actual figure. Which happened to look fantastic in a bikini. The choice of a dark green blouse and khaki shorts seemed pretty good on her brown skin. Long dark brown hair cascaded loosely behind her shoulders, helping to show off her bright smile and deep brown eyes.
Kyra was not a new friend, but one that, up until last year, only made her appearance during the summers. Devon had heard several stories about her and Emily’s summertime escapades but had not met the woman until after he had proposed to Em. Devon passed the test when she finally showed up with her husband in tow that summer.
Typically, Kyra would have already been in town before the proposal, but Ky had spent an extra month in France getting married that summer in a small but elegant ceremony. Before Devon, Kyra had been a close friend but now seemed to vie for the best friend spot with Artie. She had been Em’s maid of honor for their wedding, though it meant flying into town from France. Devon had pilfered Artie to be a groomsman. Artie had been a catalyst for the two getting together and liked to brag that he knew they would get married the first time they talked together in his coffee shop.
Living here all year round starting last summer had probably helped more than a little with Kyra’s closer new status. The younger woman was born in town to second-generation immigrant parents that now owned a small outdoor adventure and hotel empire.
Kyra had spent what was supposed to be one winter in the French alps working at a ski resort, scouting and learning what they did differently in Europe the year after she graduated from college. She fell in love with one of the chefs training at the resort. Soon, he was spending his summers in Colorado, and she went away to France for the winters. Ky had been stuck in Europe for an entire year during the pandemic, which seemed to cement her and JP’s romance. Em was convinced that they were on that path far before she got stuck in France
Last year Jean Pierre opened his own restaurant in one of the ski resorts in a nearby city. He ran a café in town when the ski resort had limited visitors during the summer, and the city picked up tourists. The couple bought a bungalow in the village so Kyra could manage a rafting company along with the social media and online presence of her parents’ endeavors. They split time between that place and a small condo up at the ski resort during the winter.
Today was Ky’s first exposure to his wife’s naked pursuits. Her friend had, of course, known of her preferences, but it was surprising that she had not at least happened upon Emily naked in their home. The young woman spent enough time hanging out on the recliner in the front room or singing karaoke with Em. She and her husband, Jean Pierre, were the outdoorsy type. Just not the hiking or fishing parts, Emily’s favorite activities in the nude. Skiing, snowboarding, rafting, and kayaking filled Kyra and her husband’s schedule.
“You sure you don’t want us to join you?” Kyra questioned as she kept checking out his wife. He couldn’t blame her. This was the first time she had seen Em naked, and she was stunning. He briefly recalled the first time he had seen Emily sans clothing. It had made him completely forget about being nearly hypothermic from an accidental plunge into a frozen river. Dev hoped Ky couldn’t somehow tell that they were about to get amorous before she interceded unwittingly.
“After Artie’s, yes, but I’m the only one naked in my fantasy.” Emily started putting on sunscreen again as she spoke. She had conspicuously started with the saliva-covered nipple. His wife had to know how the stance put her on intimate display. She was likely getting over any nerves still bubbling unseen by anyone save her husband, who knew her so well.
“I’m going to check on the pork shoulder.” Devon walked away to let the two women talk as he ensured the barbeque would be ready for the big party this evening. The pellet grill kept its temperature very well, so he didn’t have to constantly monitor the cook of the pulled pork. An app on his phone and a helpful neighbor would ensure that nothing overcooked or caught fire. Dev really enjoyed getting into smoking meats again. His paternal grandfather had been quite the pitmaster.
He harbored a birthday surprise that Dev was debating if he was handling correctly. The couple had been trying to buy a bigger house on the outskirts of town, which was step one to having a family. Emily’s place was only a few blocks from downtown and quite cozy for the newlyweds. It was in a lovely and close enough location to walk to the gym or Artie’s on days that Emily took his truck to one of the nearby towns. The two-bedroom, two-bath was too small for a family, especially since one of the bedrooms already served as Devon’s office.
A California couple had built an elegant new home in a small new housing addition just outside the current city limits. They never moved in because one of the two women had to return to the office after the pandemic passed. It was a log cabin-inspired house with giant windows, a fantastic view of the mountains, and a nice-sized, fenced-in backyard. Emily loved it but thought it was just outside their price range. Devon had just gotten a surprising twenty percent raise at work on Thursday, a secret he had yet to reveal to his wife as part of her birthday gift. The house was theirs if they wanted it. All they needed to do was carve out some time at the bank with their upcoming week off. Which might be more of a problem than it would seem. Both Emily and Devon’s families were due in town tomorrow afternoon.
Devon had the key to the place in a box, alongside another with a new silver necklace that would complete her current ensemble. The pair were in the console of his truck; hopefully, he would get a chance to present it all sometime before the party. Dev was a little apprehensive that perhaps he had done too much without clueing in his wife. He hadn’t officially signed anything yet, so nothing was set in stone. Emily will like the surprise, Dev reassured himself. He wanted to make his stunning wife’s thirty-fourth birthday her best thus far.
Emily — That Same time
Em could scarcely believe how close she was to fulfilling one of her most pervasive fantasies. Two years ago, Colorado had passed legislation to officially recognize National Nude Day as a legal holiday. The law would not allow lewd or lascivious behavior in the nude, but just being naked was perfectly acceptable for one day of the year. Last year Emily and Devon had spent the Friday at a giant celebration in Denver. Emily was participating and working as an unclothed officer to assure the safety of the revelers in the massive crowd. She had to employ her hand-to-hand combat skills to subdue a drunk that wouldn’t take no for an answer from a young college student. It made for an exciting day in court a couple of weeks later when she appeared as a witness.