Beginning with the day my wife played strip poker with me, while the contractors worked in our basement (
see "A Tale to Tell"
), Lisa has shown a zest for exhibitionism. It's not something she commonly does just anywhere. That was the first time. Since then, however, she has been very amenable whenever the situation lends itself. I'm not sure if it's the possibility of being caught or the rush of actually being seen that gets her so excited. I certainly know how excited I get after one of her performances.
Although she was able to whip some clothes back just as the contractors came up the stairs, they fell over themselves looking at her bra less t-shirt and trying to steal a peak of her crotch as she sat panty-less in her baggy cotton shorts. The idea of Lisa being half undressed around other men turned me on and has spiced up our sex life. After one her shows, I get to do what the others were thinking: ravish my wife. Lisa gets very turned on during these exhibitions, and seems to enjoy sex with me more than ever.
Lisa showed her exhibitionist tendencies again when we rented a cottage in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, when she used an outdoor shower stall at the cottage to tease the caretaker (
see "A Tale to Tell – At the Cape"
). That was the first time she was actually nude in front of someone other than myself, or at least that I know of!
Lisa works part time. Her job is flexible and allows her to go with me on some of my business travels. I work for a company that tends to computer hardware at large corporations. The travel takes me away from home quite a lot. While I m away, I think of Lisa's exhibitionism and what she might be doing without me. But the way she acts when we're together convinces me that she reserves her little shows solely for me!
I have learned that Lisa likes anonymity when she feels like showing herself off or dressing to tease. But after dropping her towel in front of the caretaker of the cottage in Cape Cod, I wondered if she still required anonymity, or if she might eventually want to show off in front of someone we would see again.
The answer to my question came months later on a trip to Oahu. In return for a long, successful upgrade of hardware at a west coast customer, my company offered a few employees free airfare to Honolulu. They threw in hotel passes as well. I jumped at the chance. To retain some discretion, I booked the trip not to overlap with any coworkers.
We have children, and we make it a point to manage our sex life away from our parenting. That's why we have confined our 'play' to times we can get away, or are alone. This trip was problematical since it was so far from our east coast home. Luckily, my wife has a close relationship with her brother and his wife, who happen to live on the west coast.
The job I was doing was about an hour from his home, so we met often. After about a month of flying back and forth on weekends, I decided to have my wife and children stay in San Jose with her brother for the last two weeks of the engagement. After many trips and overnights at Lisa's brother's home, we felt comfortable with taking a five-day trip to Honolulu while the children stayed back in San Jose. We would call often, but Lisa's brother agreed that we should not pass up the opportunity of an expense paid trip to Hawaii.
The hotel was wonderful, right along Waikiki beach in Honolulu. We had a bedroom with a balcony that overlooked some gardens below and the beach beyond.
My wife enjoyed the usual dining and shopping along the 'Strip'. We also enjoyed our time at the beach, along with some sight seeing. Lisa and I especially enjoyed our morning strolls along the beach.
Lisa's more adventurous side was starting to emerge. She normally wears a conservative suit, but today she was wearing a very sexy one-piece suit that she had wore during our trip to Cape Cod. This suit had splashes of light blue and yellow material that strained to stay on her body. It was cut high on her hips, forcing the material to run tightly down between her legs and snuggly up over her ass. The straps were working overtime, as her breasts pushed the material out, providing a fair amount of skin to be visible along her sides in addition to the cleavage in front. It wasn't exactly keeping her well covered.
Lisa has an incredible figure, putting to shame women ten years younger. At five foot three, she weighs about one hundred twenty five pounds. She is quite curvy for her size, with round hips and very full D-cup breasts. Guys certainly notice her, though she doesn't admit it.
During our first full day in Waikiki, Lisa and I took a long stroll down the beach away from the hotel. We found a park-like area just beyond a bend in the beach. Lisa and I passed a few women who were sunning topless on their backs. Another was dipping into the blue Pacific in a thong bikini, she had left her top somewhere back with her towel! Lisa noticed that I was enjoying the view.
"I'm not sure we should come this way anymore." Lisa giggled as she tugged my arm.
"Oh, I think a daily stroll is important for our health and well being!" I said my eyes remained locked on the dipping beauty.
"Do you like that young stuff?" Lisa said petulantly.
"I like you better, but that young woman is wearing less." I finished in matter of fact tone.
"So if I was topless on this beach, would you look at her?" Lisa challenged me.
"No, I'd be looking at you!" I said honestly. "As would other men on the beach." I took hold of her, giving her a kiss, and slid my hands down over her butt.
"Right!" She pushed me away laughing and nodding toward the girl in the water. "Not with her out there. I know I can't stack up with the young ones."
"Youth wishes they had your stack! If you don't believe me, pull down your top" and go stand near her. I think she'd be the envious one." I returned the challenge.
"I don't think so." Lisa pushed me along.
The next day we took towels with us so that we could sit along this less populated stretch of beach that we had discovered. We plopped down within fifty feet of a few topless maidens.
"Nice view." Lisa said looking out at the water.
I looked over to a woman standing over her towel, with nice tan breasts that accented her wide aureoles. "Yes it is." I said contentedly.
"I mean this way!" Lisa grabbed my chin and turned my head toward the water.
"Oh right. You know Lisa. If you don't want me to look, give me something to look at." I pulled at the shoulder straps of her suit.
"No, not here, there are too many people." Lisa was quiet for a while as we looked out at the ocean and the beautiful arc of land that ended at Diamond Head crater. "Let's go back!" Lisa suddenly stood up and brushed the sand from her bottom.
As we headed toward out hotel again I wondered why she was being so modest." You know." I said after walking in silence for a few minutes. "There's nobody here that we know or that we'd likely ever see again."
"I know Greg." Lisa grabbed my hand reassuringly.
Our stroll was a long one and the sun was hot. As soon as we entered the hotel property, we ordered some cool drinks. By the second margarita, Lisa was more relaxed and talking about our plans for the rest of the week.
"Hey, we have some time, let's go for a dip. We didn't get a chance before." She suddenly said as she stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the clear, warm water
Waikiki has an unusual beach. The sand rolls out slowly under the water from the shore. The water is shallow enough for an average adult to stand, head above water, almost one hundred yards from shore.
Lisa loves to swim. I'm used to her pushing off without warning and swimming away for ten or fifteen minutes. She's a great swimmer. I could never keep up with her, so I usually just watch. I must add that watching her swim isn't hard on my eyes.
"Are you going to take a swim?" She asked splashing water towards me at the same time.
"Not just yet. I'm just going to relax and enjoy the warm sun."
We talked and waded out into the water until we couldn't hear any other voices. Turning around we realized we had traveled quite a distance from the beach. It was strange to be able to stand in water this far from shore. At this distance I couldn't recognize any faces on the beach. Actually, I couldn't even tell a man from a woman. The only other person out this far was a surfer just lolling on the softly rolling waves.
"Wow, it's so quiet out here!" I said surprised at how the sounds from the beach were completely dampened.
"I know. It's quite private for a public beach."
