This is a work of fiction and is my own work but is based on a conversation I have had with Estela and Carlos.
This is Estela's fantasy.
I'm a sexy, fifty-two-year-old mother of three. Recently, my husband and I moved into a new area. We now live in a small apartment block in the coastal town of Italy. The apartment, itself, is not new. In fact, it is quite old and needs some work doing to it.
What we liked about the apartment was it is close to the beach, and the rent was affordable to us. We have downsized our living space as it is just my husband and me now; my children are in their twenties and have all moved out from home.
I'm also enjoying the freedom of not having our adult children around. What I am experiencing is that my husband has started to notice me again. He surprised me recently by purchasing some new bikinis and a really short beach dress.
They are made from an Australian bikini company, Wicked Weasel. After opening the packets, I was amazed at how small the bikini was.
I came out of the bedroom wearing the small black tiger print bikini design. The top was like a regular bikini top that covered my ample boobs. It was the bikini bottom that I was most unsure about. It was a small fabric triangle with a G String back.
I said to my husband, "I couldn't possibly wear this in public."
He replied, "I want other men to look at you with desire."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'll desire you more knowing that other men are desiring you, too," he said. "Here. Feel!" he instructed as he grabbed my small hand and made me rub his pants.
"Oh my! Someone is excited," I gasped as it was apparent that my husband was turned on see me dressed this way.
"Well. I'll be happier still if you start showing off by walking around the house in these bikinis."
"If that's what you want, I'll see what I can do," I commented. "I'm going to have to shave, though."
"Shave all your hair off," said my husband. "Or, better still, get waxed."
"I'll have to think about that," I said.
THE COURTYARD
We have a small courtyard at the back of our apartment that is reasonably private.
The thing about it is, because of the way the apartment block has been designed, we only get the sun shining into our courtyard for about an hour and a half per day in the early afternoon.
Following my husband's suggestion, I had started wearing my skimpy bikinis when I was in the house doing housework.
I had also taken the plunge and got waxed. It hurt a lot but made me feel sexy having no hair for the first time since becoming an adult. I wasn't sure about waxing at first but, when I visited the beauty clinic, it was the therapist who convinced me that going hairless was very popular.
I love it that summer is on its way and I like to relax in the afternoon by doing a little sunbathing.
Our courtyard is very private, but there is, however, one window from the apartment one floor up that overlooks the yard. There is an older Russian gentleman who lives there. Apart from talking to him in the lobby or the occasional meeting in the old elevator, we have never adequately met.
It had been a week of good weather, and I had spent the last few afternoons catching up with sunbathing on my blue exercise mat on the warm tiles outside. I also wore my new, skimpy bikini for the first time.
After the third day, I had noticed my neighbour was looking at me hidden behind the curtain in his window upstairs.
At first, I was shocked. How dare he look at me in this way? Then I remembered what my husband wanted, ". . . I want other men to look at you with desire."
I started to get turned on, thinking about what my husband wanted me to do. I had never allowed anyone, other than my husband, to see or think of me in this way.
I said nothing to my husband that evening when he got home.
Later that night, I went to bed for the first time wearing nothing in bed.
My husband liked finding me naked in bed. He reached over and played with my hard nipples. His hand then migrated down to my pussy, and he started feeling me up.
"You're very wet," He said as he plunged two fingers into my damp pussy.
"I've been thinking about you fucking me all afternoon," I said. I chose not to mention that it was my neighbour who had been watching me sunbathe that had made me feel this way.
