My wife, Gina, and I are spending a honeymoon week in Jamaica.
Gina was unusually quiet during the rest of our stay on the nude beach. When we went to eat dinner that evening, we saw Pete again, standing in a group of people and laughing loudly. He was the center of attention wherever he went and Gina noticed. Rod and Pete were always with him, appearing more like servants than a crew. He was definitely the alpha dog.
I could tell my wife was drawn to him, the way she watched him whenever we saw him during the next few days. Rod and Pete stayed away, occasionally waving to us and saying hi when they came to the bar for a round of drinks. Pete never made a bar run- he was always served.
For me, the days were like a treasure- Gina and I finally had some time alone together. I noticed she was dressing more daringly, which I appreciated. Her tops always showed off her large breasts, and she never wore a bra, so her long, thick nipples were always obvious. Her nipples are huge, on large heavy breasts, and she wasn't making any effort to hide them. Instead, it seemed she was deliberately trying to wear something that put them on display, wearing thin, semi-transparent tops, not completely see-through, but her deep brown aureoles were faintly visible. I could stand in front of her and trace her nipples perfectly with my finger if I wanted to, right through her shirt. Nobody that we met had to guess what her breasts looked like- they could just look at her chest.
She also started wearing the smallest, flimsiest shorts she could find. She had brought regular shorts, but she completely ignored them now. She also decided not to wear panties, so the shorts would fit like a glove in front, outlining her labia, a perfect camel-toe, and if they were thing enough, sometimes you could see the darkness of her pubic hair. She also made certain that she wore something that wrapped around her butt perfectly, allowing her cheeks to peek out, so someone starting from her feet could follow those incredibly long legs up to her perfect ass.
I assumed she was wearing those clothes because she was getting into the Island spirit, but I also had a suspicion that she was trying to make a point with Pete. His referring to her as a grandmother on the nude beach had pissed her off. She drew a lot of looks and stares over the course of the week, but Pete didn't seem to take notice and I think that was driving her crazy, especially in light of what she did at the Pajama Party.
On the last night, the resort had a Pajama Party and invited all the guests to show up at the disco in their pjs. Gina normally likes to sleep well-dressed as she gets cold at night, but she had picked out something different that she had decided she would wear to the party. When she showed me what she was wearing, I was aghast.
"You're kidding," I said. "You can't wear that."
She was holding up a sheer black top that tied at the waist and came down to just below her hips. It took me a second to recognize it- it was a bathing suit wrap that she never wore.
"You don't have any bottoms for that," I said. "You can't go naked there."
"I'll wear these," she said, holding up a tiny pair of panties I had never seen before. I just shook my head.
"I don't believe it," I said. "I don't believe you would wear that." But I started to get hard looking at the clothes and thinking of how she would look.
Gina was wearing a robe as we walked to the party later that night. I hadn't seen her dress and was not sure what she was wearing, but once we got inside the disco and sat down in one of the booths, she slipped off her robe and I had to catch my breath. She was indeed wearing the wrap, a dark smoky gray against her body, and her breasts were plainly visible underneath it. I couldn't see the panties because she had untied her robe after she sat down, so the robe was still in her lap.
I had worn a t-shirt and a loose pair of boxer shorts, and I could feel my dick hardening it and starting to tent up my boxers. When my gaze finally fell down to her lap, she pulled the robe off and allowed me to see her panties. I groaned.
They were tiny- tied at the hips, and her bare flat stomach seemed to go on forever, straight down, well past her belly button, with a small tuft of hair poking out of the top. The panties did not have any kind of elastic in the waistband- they were designed so that the ties at each side would hold the top of the panties flat to the stomach, which, of course, meant that they were not that tight. If the ties loosened at all, the front would sag open.
I sagged a little myself- I had no idea how wild she could get until this minute. I knew I would never have control. Her panties were designed for men to sneak their fingers into them and she intended to play, with me watching. She stared at me, her big brown eyes looking straight into mine, then she reached a hand under the table and began to stroke my cock, which was growing rapidly.
"Do you like?" she whispered. She took one of my hands and placed it on her stomach, just above the waist of her panties. Still staring at me, she spread my fingers out, so that the tips of fingers were just at the waistband. Even outside of her panties, I could feel the soft pubic hairs that had been poking out, and I shivered. She slowly slid my hand into her panties- it was effortless to get into them, as if she weren't wearing any at all.
"Do you think any men will try to do this to me?" she whispered in my ear and while she was talking, she pushed my hand in deeper. "How far do you think they'll go?" she asked. "How far should I let them go before I stop them?"
I was mesmerized. "How far do you want them to go?" I croaked, afraid of the answer but at the same time, wanting to hear her tell me.
"I don't know," she said. "This far? Or maybe, here?" and as she said that, she pushed my hand down to her lips, manipulating my finger so it dipped inside her, allowing me to feel her wetness.
"No," I gasped, "Not that far. Not inside you, please. Let them feel your hair, but not your slit. That's too far."
"Should I do this?" she asked, and she reached inside the fly of my boxers and started to stroke my cock. "Or this?" she pulled my cock out of my boxers, though it was almost out already. Underneath the table, she stroked my exposed shaft and head. That was when Rod and Dave showed up, drinks in hand, seemingly oblivious to what was going on.
"C'mon you two, come on over to the Captain's table with us. We're all set up."
"Uh, actually, we're okay here," I said, but Gina had already stood up. "The captain's table! Woohoo!" she yelled. Both Rod and Dave stood there with their mouths open. I think they had assumed Gina would be wearing something hot, but they still weren't ready for the actual sight of her large breasts perfectly visibly under the smoky, see-through top, the tie in front already loosening, her nipples on display, and her pussy hair escaping from the front of her panties. The panty ties were already a little loose and the waistband was starting to droop just a little.
Rod pulled Gina to her for a hug, then kept one arm around her waist, one hand draped over a hipbone, fingers on her tie, with one finger slipping underneath the front of her panties, just a fingertip, but enough to feel a soft curl or two.
"C'mon," he repeated, "Pete's waiting for us."
Uh, oh, I thought. I don't want to get too close to that guy, but I didn't have a chance to say anything. Rod had whisked Gina away, so I followed them to another booth, set in a dark corner. This booth had a round bench seat with a table and a few chairs set on the outside. I tried to take one of the outside chairs but Rod pushed me inside on the bench, sliding me along with him, while Dave sat on the other side of me, leaving Gina on the outside, on the other side of Rod.
The waitress took our drink orders and we watched the crowd on the dance floor. The place was packed and the music was so loud, you had to scream to make yourself heard. Gina was moving in time to the music while she was sitting and she turned to Rod and asked him to dance. They both jumped up and the dancing was pretty harmless, at first. I was enjoying watching those big breasts of her move to the music and Rod was also enjoying it. Gina was tossing her head from side to side, her eyes closed, and her hips moving.
Then, Rod put his hands on her hips, then on her waist. I could tell where he was going- he was moving his hands up to get a handful of those perfect breasts. Gina let him move in, and then turned her back to him, throwing his plan off, or so I thought at first. Rod seemed a little out of sync, then he moved in closer to her from behind. Like me, he was wearing boxer shorts and he had them pressed up against Gina's ass. His hands had moved around her to her stomach and in no time, he had moved them up and soon had a breast in each hand, kneading her nipples.
Gina put her hands behind her and I thought she was pushing him back a little, to keep him under control, but after a few seconds, I realized she had just parked her hands in position to grasp his cock, allowing him to control the motion by regulating his own thrusts against her.
When the music stopped, she whipped around to face him, laughing and walking back to the table, while he scurried back slightly hunched, attempting to hide his erection from everyone at the party. When Gina sat down, she looked down at her panties and realized that the ties were not tight anymore. As she talked to Rod, she casually untied, then re-tied each side, making sure that Rod and Dave got a glimpse straight down into her panties.
While she was laughing and talking, Pete showed up. We all stopped to watch him walk across the dance floor, everyone getting out of his way. He looked like some kind of Norse god, huge, muscular, arrogant- but most of all, almost completely naked. All he was wearing was some kind of black gauzy material around the shaft and head of his penis. His balls were completely exposed and hanging from his thick jungle of blond pubic hair was this gigantic cock. He wasn't wearing another article of clothing, and he was nothing but muscle. I looked at Gina and her eyes were glued on him as he walked towards us. The tip of her tongue slowly appeared and she licked her lips, once. This, I knew, was trouble.
"We gotta go," I said to her, but I don't think she even knew I was still on the planet.
"Let's go," I repeated but neither Rod or Dave moved to let me out and in another second, Pete had sat down next to my wife, stark naked except for a filmy wrap around his huge penis. He sat down and reached for a drink from the waitress who seemed to materialize out of nowhere.
He gave Gina a once over, then said, "Nice outfit." He took a sip of his drink, then turned to her and asked, "What do you think of my jammies?" Gina's face turned beet red (which I had never before witnessed) then looked down at his lap.
"This is what you wear to bed?" she asked, staring at his lap.
