New Friends, Nude Friends, and my wife discovers exhibitionism.
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"I guess this means we will be at the back of the pack on this trip, eh honey?" my wife questioned. I could hear the tease in her voice, understanding her well enough to know she was implying there was something important in that question.
"Why is that?" I asked in return. Upon turning towards her and glancing up to follow her eyes, I saw where she was looking and the reason for her statement. "Hmm. Definitely!" I whispered, ogling the shapely bottom of the woman who had come out and was momentarily facing away from us and also appeared to be waiting for the shuttle.
We were standing in the entry breezeway of the Marriot, slightly before the instructed 6 am, waiting for the shuttle van to pick us up for our trip to the bike rental and downhill tour from the 10,000-foot/3,000-meter, top of Haleakala. A van up the mountain -- and a downhill bike ride for multiple miles -- would bring us back to the bottom of the tall volcanic mountain. Despite the low 80's and balmy temperature where we were, we'd been warned that at 10,000 feet higher it would be cold -- at least to begin with. That the woman and her husband were dressed similarly to us was partly the clue, but that we were the only ones out there at this early morning hour probably meant they were also going where we were.
"Haleakala?" my wife Stephanie queried of the woman who had momentarily turned to face her.
"You too?" she replied with a smile without answering directly. "This should be fun!" I nodded in agreement while my wife, always the extrovert, began talking with her. I just let her converse without butting in, noticing instead that this woman was as attractive from the front as she had been from the rear. I glanced over to the man who was with the woman, giving him a nod, and although I'm not big on "rating" men, I knew my wife would think he was quite attractive also.
Moments later the shuttle van pulled up with several passengers already inside. Sliding in and taking the back seat I leaned over and teased my wife with, "I take it you didn't see him?" She just giggled in response.
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After 23 years of marriage, my wife and I understood each other perfectly. Although I'm happily married to my wife, who is by far one of the sexiest women that I know, it didn't ever stop me from ogling a good-looking woman. Right from the start of our relationship, I never attempted to hide that I was doing so, often asking her if she'd seen the skimpy bikini, the perky nipples, or the tight ass. Many times, later on that day in our lovemaking, she'd bring it up -- asking if I ever thought about those women that I'd ogled. And, it was a two-way street. We had NFL season tickets for almost 20 years -- and it seldom failed after a game that she was a bit randy. After a couple of years when I finally asked, she said, "Are you kidding? All those fine asses to ogle and you have to ask?"
Watching others had never been a problem for either of us, although watching is as far as it had ever gone. Often one of us elbowing or telling the other to "look left" or similar, or -- as in this case -- just mentioning that she was sure we'd be at the back of the pack was our way of cluing our mate into something watchable. I didn't mind her checking out other men any more than she minded me checking out other women -- we both end up with the benefit of a randy spouse.
As we'd been advised, the top of the mountain, was much colder than it had been at the beach. We were in the sunshine to begin with, although it didn't seem to have much heat that early in the morning, and soon after leaving the top we found ourselves bicycling through and under clouds, keeping the sun off of us and making it seemingly just above freezing. I ran the calculation in my mind and figured it was only about 40 degrees or so at the top, not quite freezing, but compared to what we'd come from, it might as well have been. Our guide mentioned that snow was quite common in the wintertime, although it seldom lasted very long.
"So where are you guys from?" Alice, the woman whom Stephanie had begun conversing with, asked at one of our rest stops. Just like my wife, she'd had only a thin sweater to start the trip, and also just like my wife, her nipples had been quite perky in the parking lot at the top as we'd been getting ready to go. Now, maybe a couple of thousand feet lower and multiple degrees warmer with the morning sun finally arriving to give us some needed warmth, the perky pleasure points had disappeared from her shirt which now was just nicely rounded with her breasts.
"Interesting question," I answered, "actually we're between places right now -- although until recently, we were from Austin." My response led to a further clarifying question where I indicated that my company, which I'd been a founding member of, had recently been "sold" and with our new-found wealth we had mutually decided that the summer heat and yuppie-ness of Austin should be a thing of the past.
No sooner had I walked away from that business than a former business acquaintance called and asked if I might like to join their company. I hadn't even had a chance to consider what my future was when the call came in, but just two months after selling out I found myself agreeing to an executive Vice-President position. My final decision hinged upon not needing to move to their headquarters city. They had very much agreed that, with what they wanted from me, 'remote' work was much more efficient and productive. With cell phones, laptops, and all electronic meetings, except for a trip to headquarters about once a month and occasional trips to customers all over the world -- I was free to live anywhere that my wife and I desired.
Although I agreed to go to work for them, I made it contingent on waiting another 6 months to start. With them needing me more than I needed them, they readily agreed. After having devoted the major portion of my life to my business, we felt it was time to spend some time and recharge -- as well as shop for someplace that could give us the lifestyle we desired. With money no longer an item of concern -- that could be almost anywhere.
By the time we got down Haleakala, the two that my wife and I had independently been ogling were our newest best friends -- at least for today. When Alice introduced her husband Ted, I flippantly asked if Bob and Carol were their friends also. Ted just rolled his eyes and I laughed, "Heard that one before, have you?"
"More than once," he answered, but surprisingly I had to explain to my wife Stephanie that I was referring to the classic 1970's comedy/drama movie
Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice
about two couples that had affairs and unsuccessfully tried swinging.
"Interested in joining us for dinner?" Alice queried when we were again in the van returning to the hotel. I just looked at Stephanie, the non-verbal communication, that couples on the same wavelength are capable of, transpired between us. They already had a reservation for the evening and said they'd modify it for four instead of two, and in the meantime, back in the heat of the beach -- they were headed to the pool.
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"What do you think of Ted and Alice?" Stephanie queried as we were changing into swimsuits in our room.
"Not bad," I answered, putting my arm around my wife as she was putting on her swimsuit top and pulling her to me, my hand filling itself with her naked breast. "Nice butt, eh?"
"As if you didn't notice her tits."
"I didn't say that," I laughed, tweaking her nipple before she pushed me away and fitted her top over her bare breasts. "They're almost as nice as yours." Alice's form-fitting shirt had nicely accentuated the mounds of her chest, and with her perky nipples in the cold at the top, I would have needed to be blind to have not noticed them.
"You always say that," she laughed in response.
"It's true," I answered, "why do you think I've stayed happily married to you for so long?"
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"Hey guys, over here!" Alice greeted as we stepped up to them by the pool. Ted was in the water at the moment, Alice lying on a lounge chair between 3 vacant ones with towels and beach bags "saving" the others. "There were four chairs open, so we snagged them."
Wither her lounger tilted and lying face up on the lounge as she was, Alice's bikini appeared skimpier than Stephanie's. I didn't at first realize it was a thong until moments later when Steph and Alice both rose and moved to the water. I wasn't just because she was lying face up that I hadn't noticed it was a thong, but also because her top was also smaller than Stephanie ever wore. Much of her breasts were exposed, the visible hard buttons of her nipples showing it was thin and unlined. Although I'd tried for years to get Stephanie to wear a thong bikini, she'd always said those were for "younger girls," and I wondered what she would say later, in private, about Alice's. As it was, I got to discretely examine, from behind my sunglasses, the barely encased breasts and then the naked bottom that I'd previously enjoyed following down the mountain all morning.
Watching Alice and Stephanie walk away from me toward the pool, I couldn't help but compare my wife and our new friend. They were both about the same age, both about the same height, and both about the same weight. I was pretty sure they could swap clothes and they would fit perfectly. The only difference was that Alice's bottom was completely naked, and Stephanie's was only slightly hidden by a half-coverage bikini bottom. Stephanie's boobs had a much larger bikini top covering them than did Alice's thin (and skimpy) top. It seemed pretty obvious that Alice didn't mind showing off her body. I rose and joined them in the pool moments later, as much to hide my growing erection as to cool off.
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"You liked her naked bottom, didn't you?" Stephanie asked later when we were in the shower together getting ready for dinner.
"You know I did. When are you going to wear a thong for me?" For perhaps the first time ever she didn't respond with the "in your dreams" that she had so many times in the past. "Did you notice her tan lines?" I asked, slipping an arm around my wife, and pulling her back against me, my hand once again fondling her breast. I'd already read the signs -- my succulent wife was also horny, and although we were ostensibly getting ready to go out to dinner with our new friends -- I knew we were going to have a sexual interlude first.
"No, should I have?"
"It was kind of hard to," I answered, "as she didn't have any. At least not any that I could detect."
"Hmm. You know, now that you mentioned it, I didn't see one on Ted either."
