I'm a lucky guy. I married an attractive women who truly believes in the saying; If you got it - flaunt it! Boy, does she like to flaunt her attributes. Attributes like natural C cup tits, a nice round ass and shapely legs. Her long dark brown wavy hair, clear hazel eyes, and neatly trimmed landing strip, all on a 5'5" frame, completes the picture of a picture perfect lady.
Our little adventures always lead to incredible sex. So incredible, that we never need to discuss going to swing clubs or swapping spouses.
One August found us on Florida's Gulf Coast. No one in their right mind vacations in Florida during August, but it's the only time we can vacation together. Plus, rental property that time of year is extremely affordable. Hazy, hot, and humid days chase the owners of these homes to cooler climates.
The houses for rent on our side of the street had covered patios, which open to screened-in pools. The houses for rent on the other side of the street had walking paths to the beach. Less than an eighth of a mile from us, was the public access to the same beach, so we opted for a house with a pool.
We were here for a week, so we wanted to cram as much in as possible. I brought my golf clubs and was willing to submit to the tropical weather to get in a round or two. My wife brought some revealing clothes, and was willing to submit to stares, when she was out and about.
"I'm going over to Pelican Links, around 10:00 this morning," I announced. "Would you like to come with me and I'll rent a covered golf cart?"
"Sure, but if it gets too hot can we leave and hit either the beach or the pool?" my wife responded.
"Sounds like a plan. Dress comfortably, we'll be leaving shortly."
My wife decided to wear a pair of white hot pants, that showed a tiny bit of her ass cheeks, and a thin white v-neck t-shirt. The top was tight enough to showcase the shape of her breasts, but loose enough to display a little of her magnificent cleavage, especially when she bent forward. I had on a golf shirt and shorts.
We walked into the small club house/bar and heard Rock music playing to no one but the older fellow, who ran the place. His eyes zeroed in on my wife and he stared at her as if she was about to steal him blind. Knowing full well she was being ogled, she started the tease.
"How much are these?" she asked, as she bent over in front of him, letting her shorts ride a little higher. More of her ass cheeks came into view. That was followed by the gentle swaying of her butt to a Pink Floyd song.
I placed a twenty dollar bill on the bar top for nine holes of golf and a cart. I got back a ten and two fives! The old guy was distracted. My wife was now bending over adjusting the laces on her sneakers. The down blouse that we both got was nothing short of spectacular.
"Keep your beer cold," my wife said. "We'll be back."
"I would hope so, and I'm counting on it," was his response.
It was miserably hot, so much so, that we were the only two people on the course. If this course had a maintenance crew, they were nowhere to be seen. We had the place to ourselves.