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My husband (Roger) and I are not swingers, but we are exhibitionists. He loves to show me off to other men, especially at the beach. We live in Europe, so he insists on me going topless and wearing only a tiny thong to sunbathe in. My husband likes to see the effect I have on other men.
This is a true story that took place on the beautiful Greek island of Skiathos. I am a little nervous writing this, as my husband does not know the whole story, and he is an avid reader on this site. I have changed the names to keep our anonymity.
We were staying at a gorgeous hotel in the middle of Skiathos Town. The rooms were lovely, and we were lucky enough to have one with a very nice balcony that overlooked the pool. This proved a very interesting place to have fun and watch others, but that is a story for another day. The pool was great, but there were a few older couples availing themselves of it, so I didn't feel comfortable sunbathing topless in my thong, even though others were doing it.
So my husband rented a scooter for us to be able to explore the island and visit some of the 64 beaches available to us. One beach he was keen to see was that famous one right at the end of the runway. When planes were taking off or landing, they flew straight over your head. It was more of a novelty factor, but he wanted to see it, so we packed our things for the day, and set off to find the beach.
Roger wanted me to wear 'The Dress.' This is his favourite vacation dress. It's white, skin tight, strappy and very, very short. It barely covers my ass. But he loves me to wear it, as it makes him so horny seeing all the men checking me out. The problem is, it's so skin tight, it's practically see-through. I can't wear anything underneath it, as such items would be starkly highlighted by the dress' diaphanous nature. Even though it was the first day I already had a nice tan from sunbathing in our garden, so I thought, why not?
I slipped on 'The Dress', and paired it with a white pair of wedge heels. These always make my legs look twice as long, which also drives Roger crazy. He likes to walk behind me and take pictures and videos. He says the combination of 'The Dress' and the heels make me look like a model walking down the catwalk. He says my ass looks like two volleyballs in a bag swinging from side to side. I don't complain as he can't keep his hands off of me.
It was only when I climbed onto the back of the bike that I realised 'The Dress' was not such a good idea. It was way too short to wear on a bike. So short, that it rode up exposing my bare ass to a group of guys walking past as I mounted the bike. They seemed to enjoy the view, as I got lots of wolf whistles and whoops. Roger loved the fact that I had just flashed a group of horny young men, but I was a little embarrassed.
Even though I pulled it down, it kept riding up as we heading along the road. It's not easy to hang on and keep pulling my dress down, so I gave up in the end for safety's sake, much to the delight of any car that came up behind us! I have never had so many cars toot at me. Tomorrow will have to be hot pants.
The road to the beach takes you alongside the runway up to the north-east corner of the Island. There is not a great deal to see, but just off to our left we noticed a few mopeds parked up at the side of the cliff in some trees, as if their owners had tried to hide them. Being nosey and inquisitive, we decided to go and investigate.
To do this, we had to negotiate a bumpy dirt track that unbeknown to us, leads you straight off the edge of the cliffs. Luckily we realised in time and managed to stop and park next to the other bikes.
Down at the bottom of the cliffs stood a beautiful, long beach. It looked idyllic, without a single person on it. This seemed a little strange as the bikes obviously belonged to someone, but where ever they were, they were not on the beach that we were looking at. Curiously we walked to our left, along the cliffs and past a small headland, and there below were the bright coloured towels of the bike owners.
The first mystery was over, but then we were baffled as to why they were all at one end, and not enjoying the beauty of the whole beach. That was until we noticed that every one of them was naked. We had stumbled across an unofficial nudist beach. We knew there were nude beaches on the island, as we had discussed visiting one for the first time, but this was definitely not one of the official beaches we had read about.
There weren't that many people on the beach, just two couples and three single guys, all laying out completely naked for all to see. I remember the look on my husband's face when we both realised they were naked. I had seen that look before. It was the look of mischievous intent and a question. It normally meant that he wanted sex, and was looking for my approval. Normally because it was in a place that we really shouldn't be having sex.
The look always caught me by surprise, but also filled me with excitement. Because I knew it would lead to us doing something exciting and naughty. But this wasn't about sex, this look was about us going to the beach, and me being naked in front of strangers. I know this idea was a massive turn on for Roger, and I wanted to fulfil it for him, but the reason we had never been to a nudist beach was that I didn't like the idea of laying next to lots of naked, fat old men, and every other nude beach we had been to only seemed to have dirty old men on it. This beach was different though, as the people below didn't look fat or old. In fact they all looked young and fit.
Roger gave me that look again, then asked, "So what do you think?" "I'm not sure," I replied, "Maybe another time? I will need to be drunk if we go down there, especially if you want me to get naked."
Roger was disappointed, but understanding. He knows that if I do something under duress, I won't enjoy it. So we set off for our original beach.
It wasn't that far to drive before we were there. The beach was very nice. It was a lot more crowded than we had hoped, which was not a problem, but it was also a pebble beach, which really isn't our thing. One saving grace was that it did have a cute little taverna on the edge of the beach, so we decided to stay and have a bite to eat. The food was good, and it was fun to see the planes coming in to land right over our heads. Roger couldn't drink as he was driving, but I was in the holiday spirit and decided to have a carafe of wine with our lunch.
There is something about Greek wine that always seems to get me tipsy. It's also so easy to drink in the baking hot Greek sunshine. The first carafe was finished in no time, so when Roger suggested I have another, I knew exactly what his plan was.
Somewhat teasingly I asked, "Are you trying to get me drunk so I get naked in front of strangers for you?"
Roger replied, "You know I would love you to do that, but only if you are totally happy with it. It did look like a nice beach."
