My late wife Marie was a former nun. Honestly, I have always had a "thing" for nuns. This was probably "forbidden fruit" syndrome. I was 40 when we made love for the first time and, despite my considerable experience, I don't remember a hotter previous encounter. Marie could not have been more modest when it came to the way she dressed and her public sexuality in general. As her husband, however, I can tell you that she had the physical attributes that any man with a pulse would find enticing.
One day I decided I wanted to surprise Marie with the type of garment she would never buy herself. So I went on Amazon and purchased a white mesh bikini--the kind of bikini that looked nice when dry but really revealed her assets when wet. I figured this was the kind of thing that Marie would only wear in the bedroom or hotel room.
Marie and I were at a hotel and decided to head to the hotel pool. She put on the bikini, and at first it appeared that she was going to walk through the corridors adorned only with that lovely garment. But right before we headed out, she covered up with one of those swimsuit cover-ups.
This was an outdoor pool, and the sun was shining brightly. We found a couple of beach chairs, and both of us stripped down to our beach attire. This was the first time I remember Marie going public with such a revealing and sexy garment. There they were: her 40-inch breasts out there for all to see. I remember the moment when she emerged from the pool, and her soaking wet top showcased her nipples and areolas. A mesh bikini leaves little to the imagination when wet. I could also see that the eyes of others nearby were transfixed on the body of this 45 year old former nun. I myself was blown away and delighted by her new daring behavior, and I couldn't wait to return to the privacy of our hotel room.
