I had caught wind of the parties some of the guys I work with had been bragging about attending, seems there is a farm out in the country with no neighbors for a few miles, lots of corn and cotton fields surround the home and there are several equipment barns.
Some of the parties got a bit wild I had heard, it wasn’t uncommon for guys to bring their wives and/or girlfriends for the purpose of showing them off, especially after the alcohol got flowing.
While we were at one of our friends place on the lake, we got to talking about these parties and Becca asked me, “Why don’t you and Dee ever come out to the Farm? I know you like showing her off as much as Trey likes to watch me show my shit.”
I told her, “We had never been invited but I think I would love to watch you and Dee showing off at one of these parties, how many people usually show up?” I asked her.
“Sometimes twenty or thirty, sometimes over a hundred or so, depending on the occasion.” She told me.
I am thinking to myself, “Holy fuck, that would be better than the party on the lake where she lost her top thanks to a few guys she was teasing.”
I told Dee about the party we had been invited too, requesting she wear my favorite old shorts that she likes to wear around the house and sometimes to out of town events like trail rides and concerts. They are very tattered, holey and the back of short exposing a lot of her ass cheeks. And of course, one of her cropped white men’s tank tops, you know the type girls wear in wet T-shirt contests.
We were about ready to leave the house around noon when she came out the bedroom telling me she was ready, wearing the shorts and one of the cropped tops with her tits hanging over the cut-out neckline of the top to show them off to me. This one had all the seams cut away from the straps and neck lines. I knew she was wearing it like this for me, because once it stretches out a little, there is nothing to help it recover.
“Are you going to wear it like that all day with your tits out?”
She just laughed at me, “You wish! Do I need to bring anything else?” She asked me.
“Oh no, you should be just fine just like you are!” Knowing with a little help from Becca, she may be topless part of the day or into the evening, I was hoping anyway. She pulled the top up over her boobs before walking out the front door.
It was about a forty-five minute drive to the other side of St. Bernard to the actual farm near the Waccamaw River. I kept looking over at her in that thin shirt, her big nipples almost visible through her old worn top and unsupported giving a little jiggle with each bump in the crappy roads in this state.
We were about fifteen minutes out when Trent called asking if we were close, saying several of the people were going to go do a float down the river, he wanted to know if we wanted to go as well.
I told him, “Sure, wait on us, but see if Becca has some bikini bottoms Dee could borrow, she didn’t bring anything else except the shorts and tank top she is wearing.”
He said he will see what he can round up for her, not even asking about a top for her, knowing better.
When we pulled up there were five pick-up trucks loaded with tubes, floats and a bunch of people milling around drinking. Trent was there with them, we stopped and asked where to park, he grabbed a bikini bottom from the hood of a truck, “These belong to Candice, only thing I could find for you.” He told Dee.
It was a lot of strings and a narrow front and even less of a back to it. He just grinned knowing she would be showing off a lot of her ass cheeks in it.
Telling me to go on around that big oak and park in the field next to the tractor shed. As we rounded the shed there were a lot of vehicles and people already there, tailgates down, and coolers in the back of trucks.
We parked among them, backing into a spot and I told Dee, “Hurry up and change, they are waiting for us.”
She had the bottoms in her hand and asked me, “Where?”
I told her, “Just step out the car and change, or in front of the car if you want to put on a show!”
“Yeah, I hear you!” As she opened her door, she stepped out hiding behind it dropping her shorts. She untangled the strings and slipped on the tiny bottoms, that were basically a G-string. It was a good thing that’s what her and her friend had been wearing in the back yard, at times not even those, her ass was just as tanned as her legs.
Once she had the bottoms in place, she looked over at me, “Am I naked enough for you?” Knowing we came to this event so I could show her off to everyone at this party.
I just smiled at her, “You’re getting there!”
“Trent didn’t give you a top?”
I smiled at her again, “Naaaaa, just wear your tank top!” She gave me one of those tilled head, “Really” looks, knowing it will become see thru and stretched out once it gets wet.
Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her briefly, “Baby sometimes these parties get a bit, let’s say fun, you have no limits today, I want you to do whatever you want, OK?”
She looked at me a bit puzzled as I kissed her again and took her hand.
She left her sandals in the car along with her shorts and we headed to the trucks, apparently Trent had given the mostly guys, a heads up about Dee as they watched her walking down the road toward them, black strings tied at her hips, white shirt barely covering her jiggling tits.
Becca was waiting, giving us both hugs handing Dee one of the red solo cups in her hand, “Here drink up its Patron, let’s get this party started!” Giving Dee a hug and groping her bare ass. There were more than a few shots of tequila in the cup. Dee gave her an evil grin and downed about half of it, many noticing the effect it had on her nipples now poking through the thin top.
One of the guys asking, “If this is everyone, lets load the hell up and get to the river!”
I was already feeling a bit proud of my wife, watching her in her thin cropped tank top and now the minimal G-string thong bikini bottoms with the small patch of material up front and the smaller triangle above her ass crack. Loving the looks she was getting from the crowd of mostly guys at this party, but also looks of lust from several of the ladies.
The people who were going tubbing piled into the backs of the truck, the guys letting the girls in first to watch their asses, several of the young ladies in thongs and G-strings, there were a lot of rose bud flashes and a few buried strings between lips as they climbed over the tail gates shamelessly.
One of the other girls in the truck introduced to us, a ginger in a yellow wicked weasel bikini with a string thong back. She was the girl who gave Trent the bottoms for Dee to wear to the river. I knew her bikini was going to be fun; Dee has one made out of the same material and is see thru once wet.
Dee was sitting between Trent and another guy I did not know; I was sitting on the opposite side of the back of the truck bed, watching Dee’s unsupported boobs jiggle each time the truck hit a bump on the dirt road headed through the corn field to the private river access. I did notice she was the only one in a t-shirt, all the other girls were in bikini tops or one-piece bathing suits.
I was able to get out before Dee and watched her leaning over to step over the tail gate, I missed the view when we loaded up in the trucks of her leaning over giving people a nice view up the bottom of her shirt created by the weight of her boobs against the thin material, she was already gathering a lot of attention even though she was a bit older that a lot of the girls there, still the guys were ogling her and Becca.
A few coolers were forced inside innertubes and a rubber boat for the float down river, as some people began dragging floats and tubes into the water. I was able to use one of the chair type floats while Dee and Becca grabbed the flat ribbed floats.
I again just watched knowing Dee’s top was about to become transparent. But she just pushed off and dropped down across the float with her boobs covered as she went partially under the water soaking the back of the thin top making it see thru just as I knew would happen.
I just hung back with Trent as we watched the already drunk guys flirting with our wives. Becca’s ass cheeks had already consumed a bit of her bottoms, so it was nice seeing the two mostly bare asses floating a head of us. The girls were handed soda bottles of who knows what to sip from by the guys floating around them. I saw Candice in her yellow bikini, that just like Dee’s, had become transparent showing off her nipples and lips as she sat atop a rose embossed float.
I don’t know when it happened, but I noticed one of Dee’s straps had fallen off her shoulder and the wet material was pasted halfway down her arm, damn she looked sexy with even more of her back exposed. I told Trent, “Those two would look hot as fuck if they were topless!”
He agreed telling me, “If Becca has had enough to drink, all someone has to do is ask her and that shit would be gone, she has been naked on this river float more than once and those guys know it.”
We got to a shallow spot, everyone had to walk the floats over a fallen tree. When Dee stood up, we all got to see what I was waiting for. Her big soft nipples were on display through the wet sheer shirt, her not bothering to fix the strap hanging down her arm, most of her left boob was exposed to just above her nipple and I could tell the other side had stretched a bit the arm hole now well below the bottom of her other tit showing off a bit of side boob.
All the guys were a bit disappointed when she fixed the strap before dropping back down on her float once the bottom started dropping off again. One of the guys finally asked Becca if she was getting naked this trip.
“If the fuckin mood strikes me!” Was her reply.
I could see her and Becca talking after that, hoping it was about losing what they were wearing, this time a bottle of tequila was passed to them. I could tell by how much Dee was downing she was well on her way, no longer taking small sips.