This is the third in a series of stories chronicling the few times my wife fulfilled my fantasies by showing off some or all of her voluptuous body to men other than me. If you have been reading along, you know that my wife and I have a pretty normal marriage. I have loads of perverted fantasies and she wants to get to bed at a reasonable time so that she can go to work. I think of sex all the time and she thinks about sex for the majority of the time we are actually having sex. So, it's a huge deal when I can get her to play along in my fantasy world.
Like my other stories it is completely based on real events. I have embellished somewhat but most of the erotic aspects of the stories are true. At the point of this story we had been married about ten years and there were only two times when she fully indulged my fantasies. These two times are the subjects of my previous stories and you can read them if you want. It is a little less than a year past the amazing anniversary dinner that I described in my last story and it was time to start thinking about our vacation destination.
Up to this point in our marriage all of our vacations were to beaches on the east coast, mostly to beaches from Virginia to South Carolina. Normally, I have little to do with the choice of destination. The choice usually comes down to something my wife has heard or read about a particular area that ends up deciding which beach we go to.
It's funny that the thing that changed the script for this year was the internet, or more precisely, the proliferation of nude pictures on the internet. This was nothing like the internet of today, with countless videos and pictures just a click away. Back in the day you had to get an internet address from someone. When you got there it was essentially just a file folder with a bunch of .gif files in it. Because it was very grass roots, what you found mostly were topless or nude pictures of other guy's wives or girlfriends.
It was through this that I came upon the revelation that is the topless beach. What a great concept, right? It's not that I wasn't aware that nude or topless beaches existed. It's just that I never imagined that going to one was in the cards for normal people. Somehow, seeing the countless numbers of normal women sunning their bare breasts on the beach emboldened me to the idea. I started to imagine my wife laying on a beach with her 36D breasts bared for the world to see. The more I thought about it, the more I was determined to make it happen.
The first thing I had to do was to find a beach with topless sunbathing that we could reasonably get to. Europe was out of the question, we just didn't have the money. Pretty quickly my search led to the Caribbean. I found that even in the Caribbean the topless or nude sunbathing isn't exactly the norm. Some of the islands that were previously French owned appeared to condone it, but they tended to be some of the most expensive resort areas. Then I found Jamaica.
Everything I read about Jamaica seemed inviting and conducive to fulfilling my fantasy. I particularly liked what I read about Negril and the seven mile beach. From what I could read the beach was absolutely gorgeous and the locals were very tolerant of all bathing attire options. When I began to check into lodging I found that we could stay there fairly reasonably. To save money I avoided the big all-inclusive resorts like Sandals and narrowed in on a smaller all-inclusive resort on the southern end of the beach.
It certainly looked nice in the pictures, and it sat on the same stretch of sand that all the other places did. Throughout my search I had been dropping hints to my wife that I was interested in possibly going to a more exotic vacation locale this year. She loved going to the beach and was certainly intrigued by the idea. She was not yet aware of my alternative motives, but when I narrowed in on Negril and showed her pictures of the beach, she was in.
So, with the wife on board we made our reservations to leave in six weeks and went back about our lives. I must say, I had a great six weeks of fantasies. I couldn't get the thought of how amazing it would be to watch my wife take off her top on the beach in Jamaica. Of course, I had no real reason to believe she would. We were not going to a nude beach, this was a public beach where some of the women chose to be topless and some did not. The question would be how to get my wife into the former category.
At fate would have it, some incredible luck fell my way. A few weeks before we were set to depart we were back in our hometown (we were high school sweethearts) visiting family and friends. One of the nights we were home we were out with a close friend of my wife from high school when the subject of our upcoming vacation came up. Her friend asked, "Where are you guys going?"
My wife told her, "We are actually going to Jamaica this year, I can't wait. We will be staying at Negril on the seven mile beach. It's so beautiful."
Her friend didn't miss a beat and immediately said, "Jamaica huh, that sounds awesome. So are you going to go topless?" When she said this I almost spit out my beer. I should have mentioned that Jen is a bit of a wild woman. Had I married her, these stories of exhibitionism would be the norm not the exception.
My wife looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you talking about?" she asked.
Jen didn't back down. "In Jamaica it is totally normal to go topless. You know he would love it," she said, motioning to me.
This is where things were either going to go really bad or really good. I was hoping the fact that my wife had been drinking for a while before this topic came up work in my favor. If she took a hard stand on going topless now my hopes and dreams would have been dashed before even setting out. After staring at me for a long moment she finally said, "I don't know, I guess I'll have to think about it."
Now, when your mom says, "I'll think about it," you pretty much know that is just a delayed "no." I knew I was in trouble. But her friend wasn't through helping my cause.
"Come on," she said, "If I had big boobs like you I would show them off at any chance I got." "I'm sure you would," my wife replied, "but I've never done anything like that."
"It's really no big deal down there," her friend pressed, "nobody will even give you a second glance."
I just sat back and kept my trap shut through this entire conversation. They didn't seem to need my input and I was rather enjoying these two women discussing my wife's big rack openly in a bar. In the end, her friend basically challenged her to do it, almost like a dare. By the time the conversation moved on to other topics I felt very hopeful about the prospects of seeing my wife sunning her big tits in Jamaica.
Almost every day after that I imagined the moment she would undo the strap on her bikini top and let it fall away from her amazing breasts. I could almost see them hang in all their glory, no longer supported by her top. I pleasured myself often to that image. It was a fantasy that might be about to come true... maybe.
Finally, the day of the trip arrived and we headed to Jamaica. I would love to describe the many erotic things that happened on the trip, except that nothing did. Honestly, the trip to Negril Jamaica is sort of a grind. It goes something like this... it starts with a couple hour plane flight, then another short plane flight, then a lengthy wait in customs, followed by a lengthy wait in tour bus waiting lounge, and finally a 2 hour van ride along windy roads to Negril. In the end we found ourselves checking in around 1:00 in the afternoon on our first day.
We would be staying three nights at the resort which gave us two full days to enjoy the beach. The resort was modest but nice. I don't know that it completely lived up to the pictures in the ads, but it also wasn't a disappointment. As we were led to our room we got to see the basic layout of the resort. The buildings essentially lined the open courtyard which stretched from the reception building to the beach. There was a bar and eating area in the middle of the courtyard. The buildings each had four rooms, two on the lower level and two on the second level.
Our room happened to be on the second level at the top of a flight of stairs. When we entered the room it was very airy and clean and we were both delighted with it. The French doors to the balcony were open and the sounds of the bar and the beach were evident. When we went out on the balcony we saw that we overlooked the bar. We had a nice view of the ocean to our right. After tipping the bellhop we both agreed that we were tired and a nap on the beach sounded great.
We rummaged through our luggage to find our suits. I pulled on my board shorts as she found the new orange bikini that she had bought for the trip. I had never seen the suit and watched as she got naked in preparation of her putting it on. She first pulled on the bottoms, but before describing them let me just say that the view of a woman with large natural breasts bending over is one of the greatest sights in the world. The way they hung and swayed with her movements was completely erotic and I began to get what would be the first of many hard-ons that day.
From behind I was also treated to a perfect view of her ass and pussy. She had clearly waxed before coming as there was no hair around her vagina. It was a great albeit brief view of her. In high school my wife had been the skinny chick with the big tits and flat ass. In the intervening years her C-cups had grown to full D's and her hips and ass had filled out. She still had a fairly thin waist, but she would now be described as far more voluptuous.
As I said I had never seen this suit, so when she pulled up the bottoms I was delighted to see how much of her ass was hanging out of a thong bottom. It wasn't a string thong, but a generous amount of her large round ass cheeks were on display. I now understood why she had insisted that she needed to go to a tanning salon before our trip. This suit exposed some parts of her body that had never seen natural sunlight.
As I stared at her ass, she continued to put on her top. She had been facing away from me this whole time so when she finally got the top on and adjusted she spun around and presented herself to me. What I then feasted my eyes on was a very bra-like top trying admirably to contain two massive breasts. It did a great job of lifting and pushing together her tits which created some fantastic cleavage. It was sized perfectly so that it didn't look obscene, in fact, it looked perfectly appropriate on her. But like the bottoms, instead of concealing her breasts it presented them in all their glory. Once again I understood the need for the tanning bed as I would guess that this top exposed 30% more of her breasts than any other bathing suit she had ever worn.
"What do you think?" she asked as I continued to look her up and down.
"Amazing, you look absolutely amazing," I replied.
