Some of you know how it is to be freshly married, still exploring and discovering what excites and what doesn't in each other.
My pretty little wife Sharon was a bit of a prude. She always wore longer skirts, sweaters that came all the way up to her neck, things like that.
The funny part was I discovered she not only never wore panties, she didn't even own any of them.
I delighted in teasing her about that. She would blush bright red and stick her tongue out at me, not upset at all but pretending to be when I would make some outrageous comment with friends around.
I went with her once when she was looking for a new bathing suit, she tried on every one piece thing in the store, all of them were awful.
Finally she was down to the two piece suits, no way in hell would she come out to let me see them like she would in the one piece types.
After all, there were other people around, some of them obviously bored husbands wishing they were home watching the football game.
So she would call out, I would go peek in the door of the changing room, then she would try on another one.
I was getting looked at quite a bit by the other shoppers, they probably thought I was a pervert. I was wishing I was home watching the football game, too.
A couple of guys wandered over and were pretending to look at clothes on a nearby rack, which I thought was hilarious since the racks held women's undergarments.
It was rather obvious they were hoping to catch a peek, so the next time Sharon called out I opened the door wider. She was looking at herself in the mirror, the tiny yellow thing she had on was scandalous at best.
"Wow!" I said, "That is great!"
"You don't think it is too...?" she started to say, turning my way.
Then it hit her that I was standing there holding the door open and the two men were staring at her, and there was a hell of a lot of skin hanging out of that tiny suit.
"Oh!" she said, reaching for the door, pulling it shut, me inside.
"What's the matter?" I asked her, innocently.
"Those men were looking at me!" She exclaimed.
"Oh hell, men will see you on the beach." I answered.
"You did that deliberately!" she said in what seemed to me to be mock outrage. But I caught the flush on her face.
Still, Sharon refused to buy the outfit, no amount of telling her how much I liked it worked. I finally gave up and we left.
The next day I stopped by, bought the bikini, then headed home, hiding it in the closet. I had no idea how I was going to get her into it in public, though.
Sometimes when we were making love, I would be licking her nipples which seemed to drive her nuts. I would make a comment about someone seeing her, nude or partly nude. I would slide in a comment about how beautiful she was and how I really liked it when she looked "foxy."
Innocent crap, but oddly it got me going, and I saw the pursed lips and her expression. Just fun stuff to bring up, think about, nothing we would ever really do.
One of my pastimes that I did hide from her was reading erotic stories, and I even wrote a few, a couple of them were fairly well received. But I kept them hidden from Sharon.
I thought.
I came home one evening and Sharon was sitting at the screen reading some of the stories I had loaded, and there was a half dozen of them that were mildly naughty. Most were about guys getting peeks, things like that. I had even used her name in some of them and described her exactly, so she knew damn good and well the thoughts in my head were about her.
I was busted.
I figured my ass was buttermilk, but she wasn't even upset. In fact, she was curious as to why the idea excited me so much.
The real truth is I didn't know, it just did.
I told her exactly that, the idea of someone looking at her bare breasts, her nipples or maybe a sneak peek up her dress really excited me. I just had no answer as to why.
Sharon just laughed at me and told me I was a pervert, I was relieved at having survived a possible yelling match.
It was about a week later, Sharon asked me if we could go to the beach. Not thinking, I said sure, so she made a basket of goodies and some wine, we hopped in the car and off we went. She had on a full length shapeless pullover outfit, it left everything to the imagination so I didn't even think of what she might be wearing underneath.
It was about a 2 hour drive from our house, we found a nice spot a bit off to ourselves and Sharon spread out our blankets.
I guess I wasn't really paying attention, because when Sharon stood up and pulled the full length pullover she wore over her head, I just came to a stop.
Here she was standing there wearing that tiny little yellow thing I had bought and thought I had hidden from her.
YOW! She was gorgeous, hell, she always was gorgeous but this was amazing! Out in public, wearing nothing more than wisps of cloth. By wisps I mean just that, the top was two little yellow triangles no more than a couple of inches across, the bottom was about the same. The top was so tiny that her breasts hung out the sides, bottom and top, all it did was barely cover her nipples. The crotch was cut so low the top of her pubic mound was visible, which meaned she had to have shaved but it didn't look like that, more likely waxed. I knew that just a quarter inch lower and her clit would peek out over the top of it and all she had over her butthole was the tin string.
Hell, I found myself trying to sneak peeks at her without getting caught, that was an odd feeling. Plus I sat there the entire time with a raging hardon.
I suppose it would be fun to say that she started a riot and people were everywhere but for about 3 hours nobody even came close to us except for one older couple that walked by maybe 20 feet away. There were some young people throwing frisbees, and one gal maybe 25 or so was actually topless, her breasts bouncing around as she ran to catch the thing. But they were at least 100 yards away.
The guy walking by did look at Sharon lying on her stomach with appreciation but that was it. From behind I couldn't even see the bottoms except for the strings that looked like yarn tied at the sides.
We decided to get a motel room and stay overnight, so we packed up and headed for a place we had passed that was right on the beach.
As we were checking in, the young man at the desk looked Sharon up and down but she had her coverup on of course so I didn't think too much of that. He was the typical beachbum type, well built and around 25 with bleached yellow hair hanging down over his ears.
The room we got was on the ground floor and a nonsmoking room, but there was a back door that led out to a little yard overlooking the ocean. Nothing out of the ordinary, two huge picture windows, a bed and some chairs, and a TV.
I wandered outside to grab a smoke, it was getting dark so I sat on a picnic table and watched the sun go down.
Heading back to the room, I noticed that there were shrubs in front of the windows, which were covered with some kind of filmy curtain. I could step off the sidewalk past the shrubs and have a clear view of the entire room, but from inside with the lights on I almost couldn't see out at all.
I watched Sharon for a few minutes, she was just sitting on the bed reading a book.
I went inside and checked, sure enough, the picture windows were like big mirrors.
"What are you doing?" Sharon asked as I fiddled with the filmy curtains, drawing them aside.
