Bikini fell off in the Pool - ENF Embarrassing Wife's Sexy Story!

It was BBQ for my Husband's Work ...

All the employees were there, including the boss and his wife!

Embarrassed wife lost her bikini in the pool and looks embarrassed - pretty!

Here goes ...

by Katie

Here is the email I sent to my best friend Jess. She and I tell each other everything.

Hey Jess,

I'm still blushing as I type this, but I have to tell you about the absolute disaster that went down at our backyard BBQ last weekend. You know how I was stressing about hosting Mike's work crew and their families? Well, it was all going so perfectly-until my bikini decided to betray me in the worst way possible.

So, Mike's been gunning for that promotion, and his boss, Mr. Carver, is the key. I figured an afternoon BBQ at our place would be the perfect way to show off our cute little backyard and make a good impression. I spent days planning-string lights, a killer playlist, burgers, veggie skewers, the works. I even got that inflatable flamingo floatie for the pool to add some fun vibes. Everyone was invited: Mike's coworkers, their spouses, no kids, and of course, Mr. Carver and his wife, Linda. About 20 people total.

The day was gorgeous-sunny, mid-80s, not a cloud in sight. I wore my new teal bikini under a cute cover-up, feeling pretty confident. Mike was manning the grill, looking all domestic and charming, and I was playing hostess, refilling drinks and making small talk. Everyone was having a blast. People were splashing in the pool, some were laughing over beers, and Linda even complimented my guacamole recipe. I was nailing it, Jess.

After lunch, the vibe got super relaxed. Some of the guys started a cornhole tournament, and a few of us decided to cool off in the pool. I ditched my cover-up, hopped in, and was floating around on that ridiculous flamingo, chatting with Sarah (you know, Mike's coworker's wife who's obsessed with her corgi). The pool was shallow-only about 4 feet-so I wasn't worried about anything. Big mistake.

Here's where it all goes south. One of the employees, Tommy, thought it'd be hilarious to cannonball right next to me. I laughed it off at first, but the wave he made tipped the flamingo, and I went tumbling into the water. No big deal, right? Except when I popped back up, I felt ... a breeze. A very specific, very bad breeze. I looked down, and-Jess, I swear my heart stopped-my bikini top and bottom were gone. Like, gone. It had untied in the chaos and was floating a few feet away, mocking me.

I froze. There I was, in the middle of the pool, naked, with half of Mike's office staring. I mean, everyone saw-coworkers, their wives, Mr. Carver, Linda, everybody. I let out this pathetic squeak and dove under the water, trying to cover myself with my arms. My face was burning, and I could feel the panic rising. But that just made things worse, cause then they saw my whole bum! Sarah, bless her, tried to help by grabbing my top, but she was laughing so hard she could barely swim straight. Meanwhile, I'm floundering, trying to stay submerged while reaching for it.

Mike, who was over by the grill, finally noticed the commotion and sprinted over, looking like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He tossed me a towel, but I had to stand up to grab it, which meant getting out of the pool and another split-second of pure humiliation. I got out, feeling the breeze and knowing everyone could see my bottom and my hanging boobs, wrapped that towel around me so fast I probably set a world record. The whole thing probably lasted 30 seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

The worst part? The reactions. Most people were trying to be polite, looking away or busying themselves with their drinks, but a couple of the guys were snickering like college guys. One of the wives gave me this judgy side-eye, like I'd planned to flash everyone. And Mr. Carver-oh God, Jess-Mr. Carver just cleared his throat and started talking to Mike about sales reports, like nothing happened. Linda, though, gave me a sympathetic smile and said, "Oh, honey, these things happen." Yeah, sure, Linda, tell that to my dignity.

I bolted inside to change, hiding in the bedroom for a good 10 minutes, trying not to cry. Mike came in to check on me, and I was like, "Did I just ruin your promotion?" He was sweet about it, saying it was just a funny accident and nobody would care. But I was mortified. I mean, these people see me at company picnics and holiday parties. Now I'm "the bikini girl" forever.

Eventually, I pulled myself together, threw on a T-shirt and shorts, and went back out. I tried to laugh it off, making a joke about "giving everyone a show." Some people chuckled, which helped, but I could tell a few were still whispering. The rest of the BBQ went fine-nobody mentioned it directly, and the crew went back to splashing like nothing happened. But I kept catching glances, and I swear one of the guys smirked every time he passed me. Some of the women were openly teasing me, which was a good sign as they were trying to make light of it. But the "KITTY" jokes, oh myyyy gooood. It meant they saw my ... my ... area!

Now, days later, I'm still cringing. Mike says it's no big deal and that Mr. Carver seemed impressed with the BBQ overall, but I'm not so sure. I keep replaying it in my head, wondering if I could've tied the bikini tighter or skipped the pool altogether. On the plus side, Sarah texted me yesterday saying it was the "highlight of her summer," so at least someone got a kick out of it. Another co-worker said his wife was all over him (to Mike) that night, which is mortifying and kind of a turn on. Okay, a big turn on. Imagining them doing the deed to my performance.

It has made for a fun week for Mike and I too. Talking about it has had me 'ready' every day for him when we went to bed. Hope you found it funny too.

Love, Katie

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