My wife, Lisa, and I went on this vacation to Oahu to get a little rest and relaxation. We also came to enjoy a little healthy sexuality, which has only gotten better since Lisa showed a proclivity towards exhibitionism.
What started as my wife simply teasing me by wearing only a t-shirt and baggy cotton shorts (with nothing underneath) while some contractors were working in our home, continued with a more brazen exhibition (Lisa dropping her towel after an outdoor shower) witnessed by a caretaker at a vacation cottage.
Now her exhibitionism was in full force here in Waikiki beach, Honolulu!
Lisa had swum nude in the waters off Waikiki beach even though there were surfers nearby, waiting for waves on a still afternoon. She even took some impromptu surf lessons afterwards. Though she had her bathing suite on during the instruction, her being helped onto a surfboard in that very minimal outfit by some young surfers was certainly stimulating for both of us.
Each of Lisa's exhibitionist occasions led to incredible sex for us afterwards.
One complication arose during this particular trip, however:
"Greg?"
A gravelly but polite voice called out.
I turned to see Jeremy, one of my road warrior acquaintances. Unfortunately he was one of the guys that I had shared the story to about Lisa and the contractors. He had hinted he might like similar encounter with Lisa. Now he was here talking to us in Honolulu!
"Greg talks about you all the time." He smiled while introducing himself to my wife.
(See A Tale to Tell - Waikiki).
I tried to avoid running into Jeremy after that introduction and actually forgot about him, which is how I let my guard down later.
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After enjoying a snorkeling trip run sponsored by the Hotel, Lisa and I decided we wanted to take a tank dive. We updated our certification and then found a mid-sized Catamaran charter that took us out to a reef for the dive.
Lisa had purchased a new bikini a few days earlier. It showed off much of her assets. The bikini bottom formed a narrow 'V' in front and behind. The top was simply triangles over her breasts, covering as much tit as it showed. I talked Lisa into wearing it on this little trip. She wasn't sure it was the right attire for this excursion; so she kept a coverlet on during the ride to the reef.
There were three other couples on board, two single women traveling together, and a crew of three men. The two younger women were fit and attractive, causing the crew to pay more attention to them than to Lisa. I pointed this out, making it easier for her to relax when it came time to reveal her new bikini.
The water was very clear and there were a number of reefs to explore. Before we dropped into the water, the dive leader gave some last minute instructions about what to do and how to monitor our air gauges.
Once down in the water, Lisa and I found some beautiful reefs and creatures to explore. As we got more comfortable in the water, we wandered further from the rest of the group. I assured one of the tour divers, using those strange underwater hand signals, "Okay", that we were fine on our own.
Our first dive was to be about thirty minutes. After about fifteen minutes I began to play around with Lisa by pushing the loose material on her bikini bottom into the crease of her rear end. She pulled it out once or twice before giving up. She motioned towards the other divers as if to say that they might notice. I pointed to the other two divers, wiggled my hands to indicate that they were women, and shrugged. She realized this would be a continuing theme for this trip, shook head at me, turned, and continued to explore the reef.
Lisa swam in front of me as I followed behind. I was enjoying her almost bare, round, rear end swimming in front of me. This lasted for a while until one of the team divers came over to tell us to get ready to surface. I did notice his double take of Lisa's exposed rear end. When we got to the dive board on the stern of the boat, the crew started helping people up. Lisa tried to fix her bikini before getting onto the board, but I stopped her and pushed her over to next to the board.
The crew diver in the water was helping some people by pushing them up onto the board. He was about to give Lisa a push when suddenly her mostly uncovered tush came out of the water. His hands were inches away when he suddenly stopped, pulled back from his attempt, and just stared at her mostly bare bottom. He did smile and watched as Lisa made her way out of the water and onto the dive board. When she turned back towards me, the guy realized that I noticed him and looked away.
A few minutes later the crew asked if people were going to take a break for a snack or continue diving. Lisa, I, and one of the other couple were the only four who wanted to go right back into the water.
We changed tanks and jumped back in. There was only one crew diver in the water with us and he stayed a good distance away, watching in case of any trouble. Once we were away from the other swimmers I started to pull at Lisa's bikini top. She knew exactly what I was trying to do and waved me off; more interested in viewing the reef than letting me voyeur her.
I persisted and wore her down until I finally was able to open the back snap on her top, allowing the material to float free from her breasts. Lisa, now defeated, pulled the top from her body and handed it to me.
With her bikini bottom stuffed into the crack of her ass, and aside from the tank on her back and straps holding it, Lisa looked like she was diving nude. Large breasts like hers look great in the water because they stay so round as they float. I stuffed her top into a pocket in my suit and swam behind Lisa, enjoying the view. I wasn't really paying much attention to the sea life this time around.
We paused after swimming for about five minutes. Lisa was now upright in the water. I swam up to her from behind, wrapped my arms around her, and took each tit into my hands. I wanted to find out if they felt as good as they looked under the water. I brushed my thumb over her nipples, finding them hard and erect because of the chilly water.
Lisa started to turn around to me when her hand hit my gauge. She looked down and starting pointing to the gauge. The needle was over the red zone, meaning it was low on air. I took a quick look at hers, which showed it was still half full. Was I breathing too hard while watching my topless wife in the water? I gave her the sign that I didn't understand. In return she signaled that I had better go up.
The low gauge snapped me back into the real world. I knew I was not a great swimmer and now I was low on air. I headed back quickly. As I swam by the crew diver I signaled about my gauge. He pointed up to the boat, but then I remembered something and turned back looking for Lisa. In my haste I forgot to give back her top! Lisa was swimming off in the distance, so that she wasn't in view of any of the divers yet.
The diving rules clearly state that you need a dive buddy. I signaled that I was going back to Lisa, but the diver shook his head, pointed up towards the boat, and he started to swim out towards my wife. I could do little about the situation at this point. He was going to find out she was topless.
I surfaced, boarded, and quickly asked the crewmember for another tank.
"Sorry, you only get two." He responded firmly.
"But this one didn't last the thirty minutes." I complained while looking back for my wife, who I presumed would surface soon behind me. "My wife's tank still has fifteen minutes left!"
"Well, everyone has to come up within the next ten minutes because we have to keep on schedule. Best wait for her here." He wandered away from the stern.
I noticed the other couple was already on the boat, meaning that Lisa and the crew diver were the only ones in the water.
I remembered telling Lisa that I imagined her nude on the surfboard during her lesson, the surfer touching her.
