Tim stretched himself across the bed, his cock still semi-erect despite its violent discharge moments ago. He listened to the water of the shower and could nearly imagine every drop, splashing onto Jen's warm, pink skin, coursing its way down and around his wife's curves. He could see her there, nearly glowing, warm under the soap and the caress of her own hands. His dick grew just thinking about it. He wondered if she was as aroused as he was. And was she turning herself on even more by her own touch?
He couldn't remember the last time he had fantasized about Jen. Sure, she still turned him on - when they were in the mood, as infrequently as that had become over the last few years. And even then the sex was predictable. Satisfying, but predictable. But something had happened to her here. Something had happened to both of them. It was clear that she was driving it, with her sexier clothes and... The images flashed through his mind: fucking her as Richard watched, the men on the beach, the warmth of her pussy in the hot tub with Mickey and Kate, the couple watching her give head, the man in the barn. It was almost overwhelming. That flurry of images was nearly enough to make him orgasm again, even without touching himself. He couldn't help but wonder how far things might go, or how long this would last. Surely she wouldn't continue to behave like this home. He didn't dare even hope for that. The best he could do was enjoy every moment that she gave him.
His shower was quick, and a little cold. He had promised Jen that he would accompany her to town that afternoon for a little shopping of their own. She wanted souvenirs for the kids and something to thank her parents for watching them. He had to get back to "Dad" mode, and he hoped the sting of the cold water would help send him on his way. He dried himself quickly and tossed on a T-shirt and shorts.
Jen, on the other hand, had put a little more thought into her wardrobe. That was typically the case, of course, so he was used to it; but he still hadn't become accustomed to her wardrobe for this trip. He wasn't even sure what to call the top she was wearing.
"It's a bralette," Jen informed him, as she continued with her makeup.
"Oh, so it's underwear?"
"No, silly. I mean, they do make them as underwear, but this isn't"
It reminded him of pictures that he had seen of young hippie girls back in the 70s. A natural yarn of some sort, knit into two small triangles, large enough to cover her breasts, but small enough to do a poor job of it. The tops of the triangles were held up by a single strand that ran around her neck, not unlike a bikini. The weave continued below the bust in something that reminded him of tassels, though he wasn't sure why. The thing that most caught his attention was the amount of skin that he could see between every bit of linen-colored yarn. Even though it "covered" her, it seemed to draw attention to itself, and to the prize that it barely concealed below.
Her shorts were pink and snug and short. Very short. They covered more than her bathing suits at home would have, but somehow they looked far more revealing. The fact that she was leaning into the mirror, her ass pointing back at him added to the effect. His dick twitched again, moving him further out of Dad mode.
She spun around to him, causing those tassels to dance under the movement of her breasts. "Ready?"
He nodded his head. He was ready, but not to leave the room. She walked past him to the door, not giving him an opportunity to explain.
A short cab ride later they pulled up to their destination: a collection of the typical stores that line any tourist destination in the world. T-shirts, baseball caps, and shot glasses, woven between cramped stores pushing watches, jewelry, and overpriced cameras. And it was all wrapped up behind a facade doing its best to look like something more. But it would suit their purposes well enough. Frankly, Tim could think of several places that he would rather be, but he did enjoy spending time with Jen, and he had promised that he would do this with her. Hopefully, he thought, the process shouldn't take long.
He was a little surprised when she walked by a few stores that seemed like they would have been perfect for the trinkets they were looking for. But when she swung into a store covered with pictures of girls in bikinis, he saw no reason to point out the other options. He watched her move from rack to rack, almost mindlessly looking over the tiny wisps of fabric, intentionally ignoring the more substantial one-piece options. He stayed close, curious about what might interest her, given the events of the last few days.
"Do you know where we are?" she asked, without ever taking her eyes off the rows of hanging "swimwear".
"Jamaica?"
She looked up at him with an expression that he had often seen as a schoolboy when a teacher was not pleased with his answer. So, as he did on those previous occasions, he thought a minute longer. Suddenly, it dawned on him.
"Oh! This is the place where you and Kate..."
"Shh! Don't draw attention."
He smiled as he slid hangers, one by one, down the rod, pretending to help her find something. "I thought you liked attention."
As she moved to another rack, Tim took in the place; a large uninspired room, lit by rows of fluorescent lights from a yellowed drop ceiling. Posters of California blondes and long European brunettes in thongs hung haphazardly from the walls. Handwritten signs on neon poster board topped most of the displays, informing the few shoppers in the place of specials and clearance items.
Small fitting rooms lined the long wall opposite the windows. Near the door, along the narrower wall, a cluttered counter that sagged under the weight of time, neon fabric, and a cash register. Behind it stood two young Jamaican men, both of whom looked away quickly as Tim approached them with his gaze. He suspected that they must have been in the store during Jen and Kate's earlier visit. He felt a stirring in his shorts when he realized that one of them, at least, had seen his wife nearly naked in that very place. That thought was quickly replaced by a fleeting image of Kate, on her knees taking their black cocks, just as she had done that morning in the barn.
"What do you think of these?" Jen was holding two small bikinis in one hand, and what appeared to be a knot of straps in the other. Before Tim even had a chance to respond, she turned to the fitting rooms to try them on.
He waited uneasily for Jen. The other shoppers were all engrossed in the inventory, but he could feel the clerks looking at him. He was sure that he was imagining it, but when he looked back toward their end of the room, one of them nodded and smiled at him. He tried to tell himself that it was just the courteous acknowledgment of a retail sales clerk. His gut told him otherwise.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the latch on Jen's changing room door. She pushed it open wide, stepping into the doorway. She looked up at him, some twenty feet away, with an unspoken request for an opinion. She was stunning. Even without the bikini she would have looked amazing, but it certainly did its work. Black, sleek, barely covering her breasts yet somehow lifting them up and out. Maybe it was just the contrast of the color with her skin, but it seemed to draw more attention to them than the other suits she had.
She spun on one heel, showing him - and anyone else who cared to look - the back of the suit. More correctly, she showed them her back, because there was virtually no fabric to be seen on her ass. The straps of the panties rode high across her hips and narrowed into a tiny strap that slid down her crack, almost covering it, before wrapping its way underneath her.
Tim instinctively looked toward the counter. The clerks were looking at his wife. So was another middle-aged man near the door. Tim turned back to Jen just in time to see her smile as she pulled the door closed, stepping back into the booth. He could nearly feel his heart pounding in his chest. The warmth in his groin was undeniable and, rationally, he didn't understand why. After all, they really hadn't seen anything more than a woman in a bikini. Jen had shown others much more over the last few days. This was not nearly as brazen as she had been in the barn earlier in the day. And it certainly didn't rival her show on the beach yesterday.
Still, he found himself standing in the middle of the store, dry-mouthed, erection forming, palms sweating. He wondered what his wife might do next. He was pretty certain about what she
