"Hey, you two still in bed?" I heard Trina ask from the bedroom doorway. "I though you said to be here at seven!"
"Is it seven yet?" my wife asked sleepily.
"Yeah," Trina answered.
"Okay. We're getting up," she yawned, tossing the covers back.
"Whoa! Naked? In bed? Together?" Trina exclaimed.
"Oh, shut up," my wife answered as she padded to the bathroom.
"I guess that little video was well received?"
"Seemed that way," my wife answered from the bathroom as I got out of bed with my typical morning woody, drawing Trina's immediate attention.
"How much seemed that way?" Trina asked her.
"Enough to leave me sleepy!" my wife snapped back. "Damn. I need a shower. I smell like sex!"
"That's a good thing, right?"
"Maybe," she answered as the water for the shower started. I watched Trina walk into the bathroom and close the door, shutting me out of the conversation. I pulled on a pair of shorts and padded to the kitchen barefoot to start some breakfast and pack the cooler.
"Okay stud. Time to lose those shorts and put on your swimsuit!" my wife said after we had finished eating breakfast. I wasn't looking forward to this, partly because I'd just spent the last half hour looking at both Trina and my wife in those suits I bought them, both of them having pulled their zippers down, my wife to her belly so most of her boobs showed, and Trina allllll the way as far as it would go so that both her tits suck out and her pussy showed when she stood up. I knew what the game was. My wife had clearly greenlighted her to show off like this to make sure I had a hard-on when I went to put on whatever it was they bought.
"Can I at least wait until I get the boat hooked up and loaded?"
"Nope. We're wearing ours, you get to wear yours," my wife said with a smirk on her face, reaching into a little bag and pulling out a tiny black piece of material. I took it and held it out.
"You sure this is a guy suit?" I asked, staring at absolutely microscopic men's bikini cut bottom.
"Oh yeah. Absolutely!" she said as I turned it around and realized it had some white writing on the front. 'wife's property' was stenciled on it.
"Sweetie. I don't see any way this is going to fit over, well, over me, like this."
"So?"
"You WANT me hanging out like that?"
"Why not? You don't mind hanging my tits out where everyone can see 'em."
I groaned softly. "You do realize that I could get arrested for showing that much. I mean your boobs showing through a shirt might not be considered appropriate, but it's not illegal. Me hanging my dick out in public IS!"
"You haven't even tried it on yet. How do you know you'll stick out?" she asked with a very naughty looking grin.
"Fine, give me that!" I took the suit and pushed my shorts off. I stepped into the tiny black suit and pulled it up, getting it as far as covering my balls and about a quarter of my dick. The other three quarters stuck up out the top. "See?"
"Let me try," Trina said, stepping towards me. She grasped my dick in her hand and pulled the front of the suit material away from my body. She leaned my dick one way and the other, trying to make it tuck into the tiny suit without success, but her motions did nothing but make my hard-on feel even harder, especially after I noticed her exposed nipples getting harder and fatter as she worked. "I guess you're right. It's not going to fit."
"Well, I guess we go back to our regular suits then," my wife said.
"Huh? Why?" I asked.
"You can't hold up your side of the deal. That was the deal, right? We'll wear what you pick, but you have to wear what I pick. You won't so we don't have to."
"It's not my fault you didn't buy something that was legal to wear in public. I'll wear it in the boat, but not driving there or on the boat ramp."
"Not good enough," my wife answered.
"You could let him wear that other one. The one I bought," Trina offered.
"I don't know. That wasn't the deal," my wife said hesitantly.
"Come on Nancy. I kinda like this suit. Let him wear the other one."
"But it's way to big."
"Compared to this one, sure, but I'm willing to bet you're gonna like it anyway."
My wife sighed. "Alright. But ONLY if he doesn't back out again. If he does, we just call it all the way off and I go back to my blue suit."
"Good! I'll get it," Trina said, walking to the table to get her purse. She came back a few moments later with a wad of white cloth. She dangled the swimsuit out for me on one finger. It was a thin white material, not much thicker than a pair of my wife's underwear, but it looked way too small to fit me. At least it was larger in both the front and back than the tiny black thing I had on now. It was either this or give up the whole idea of getting my wife to wear something sexier for a swimsuit. I sighed and took the tiny suit from Trina.
"If this doesn't fit, then you two still have to wear those and I go back to my old suit," I said, looking at the little white suit dubiously.
"Trust me. It'll fit," Trina said. "If it doesn't, you can unzip my suit as much as you want, any time you want, all day."
"Okay," I said with a shrug. I took off the way too tiny black suit, which Trina took from me and handed to my wife. I had a hunch it was going to come back at some point. I stepped into the little white suit and pulled it up. I was a bit surprised to see how much it stretched as I pulled it up, tucking my hard-on over to one side to get it down under the elastic waistband. The side effect of the material stretching as much as it did, was that it now looked MUCH thinner than it had in her hand. It was so thin in fact, that you could easily make out the entire shape of my hard-on, including the mushroom of my head. It wasn't just a bulge, it was a very EXPLICIT bulge.
"I told you I could get him to wear it," my wife said with a crooked little grin. She stepped to the sink and filled a small glass with water. "Remember how upset I was with you when you took my bra off on the walking path?" my wife asked me.
"Yeah."
"You remember why I was so upset?"
"Yeah. Because it started to rain and when your shirt got wet it.... Wait. You don't mean?" I said as she stepped towards me. She grinned and pressed the small glass to my stomach and slowly tipped it, letting the water run down my stomach and across and into the tiny swimsuit. As it soaked the water up, it did the exact same thing as the shirt had done on my wife. Within moments it was essentially translucent, encasing my hard-on but hiding exactly nothing.
"You better hope it doesn't rain," she said with a crooked grin. "Maybe you'll get a little taste of what I felt like walking back that day with everyone ogling my tits."
"So, they'll be ogling my dick instead?"
"Something like that," she said with a grin. "Hope that dries before we get to the lake."
"What kind of swimsuit gets see-through when it gets wet?" I asked Trina as my wife walked towards the garage door, picking up her swim bag of towels and sunblock on the way.
"That's easy. It's called a tanning suit. It's designed to let you get a suntan without having to show everything off. The UV goes right through the material, so you better make sure someone keeps you well covered with sunblock down there, or you might get a sunburned dick!" she said with a giggle as she walked to follow my wife out of the house.
I shook my head and gathered my keys and wallet, heading out with nothing but the little suit, water shoes and a hat to wear. I grabbed the cooler I'd packed and headed out.
I felt more than a little conspicuous, walking around in the still wet suit, knowing damn well that I was giving those early morning walkers quite a show while I hooked the SUV to the boat trailer. I just hoped that the damn suit DID dry by the time we got to the lake.
By the time I pulled into the launch ramp at the lake nearly an hour later, the suit had dried, thankfully. I still had a massive hard-on though, due to my wife's frequent flashing of her tits and even a couple times, her pussy. I'd have never thought my wife would ever again agree to riding in the car or the SUV with any of her delicate parts showing, but in this case, it seemed her desire to make sure I stayed good and hard overrode her other desires. She teased her nipples in my sight and twice pushed her finger into her own pussy and then reached over to smear her juices on my engorged head, which she had pulled out of my suit almost as soon as we'd left the driveway. She'd been careful to not expose any of herself while we were next to trucks or tall vehicles that might be able to see in, but otherwise, she kept as much of herself showing as she could. End result? One horny as hell husband!
I tucked my dick back into the tiny swimsuit and got out to pull the cover off the boat as well as the tie down straps. My wife and Trina both got out and wandered around the boat as I worked to get it ready. I was definitely drawing some attention, as were the girls. At least one middle-aged woman, who was waiting to use the bathroom not far from where we were, stood staring for long minutes, apparently not at all bashful about people knowing she was doing so. I'd glanced over at her several times, and it wasn't long before the hardness of her nipples poking out t-shirt became pretty obvious, even through the bra she had to be wearing.
"Maybe you should give her a closer look," my wife said. "I mean since you want guys to see my boobs and all. Maybe she'd like a close-up look at your dick?"
