One of my fantasies has been to be able to spend a significant stretch of time naked with my wife. She knows this. I've told her dozens of times over our 7 years of marriage and 7 years of dating before that. She, on the other hand has little to no interest in getting or staying naked outside of the shower and the very rare private hot tub trip. Even getting her naked to have sex is difficult at times and as soon as we are done its back on with the panties and pajamas.
Something has changed this year though. There is no denying the pandemic has affected millions of people. For us however it hasn't been that bad. We are somewhat used to not seeing family already. My family is small and most of them live at least a 4-hour drive away. My wife's family is much bigger but spread out over thousands of miles the closest being a 6-hour drive. The idea of family dropping by unexpected is completely foreign to us. As far as work goes we are both thankful to have what are considered "essential" jobs and have not seen any disruption to our income. All that combined with a significant reduction in eating out and a complete elimination of going out to bars or movies has left us very comfortable financially. What does that mean for this story? It means my wife has been able to reduce her stress levels and in turn has become more comfortable. That has lead to her being more open to new things sexually and that, thankfully, brings us back to the topic of our story.
One cool night after love making she broke the silence with "Ok, lets do it."
"Lets do what", I asked. "If you want to do it again I'm going to need a few minutes and maybe some Gatorade".
She laughed and hit my arm. "No I don't mean let's do IT again right now, I mean let's plan that vacation you have always been talking about."
It took me a few moments for me to catch up to her train of thought. "You mean the naked vacation?" I asked.
"Yes", she said. "I think it might be a good change of pace. There is no denying we have kind of fallen into a rut in the bedroom and I think I'm finally ready to start showing off the body I've been working on all pandemic."
She wasn't wrong. Working from home has given her ample opportunities to squeeze in workouts between conference calls and she has used those opportunities to their fullest. Her body reflected the hours of weekly cardio and once we made it to the top of the waiting list for a weight set at our local sporting goods store the definition in her arms, legs and core could not be denied. She looked better than the day I married her and I made sure to tell her how great she looked as often as possible.
So the decision was made. But the when, where and how had yet to be determined.
About a week later I was greeted at the door at the end of the day with a hug and kiss and a "I've got news!" Apparently, she had spent every spare moment the last week researching vacation options and had not only found one but booked it. She also managed to clear the time with by boss without me knowing. We were leaving early the next morning and we would be gone for 5 days. It had been our custom to use her car whenever traveling as it was more comfortable for long drives so it was already packed and ready to go. I got very little sleep that night after having all my questions shot down. Sex was not an option either as "it might ruin the surprise" according to my wife.
I woke to the sound of my wife in the shower and drifted lazily in and out of sleep until I heard the water turn off and the glass door open. Knowing I had the next week off from work I was in no hurry to start my day. A few minutes later my wife, damp and wrapped in a towel came padding out of the bathroom and hurried me up out of bed. I was told to get up and get moving as we had a bit of a drive ahead of us. I got out of the shower a short time later and found a comfortable button-down shirt and tan shorts waiting for me. I went to the dresser to pull out a pair of boxer briefs and found the drawer empty except for a note that read: "you won't be needing these for the next several days...I'm waiting for you in the car."
I quickly got dressed in the clothes provided, slipped into my flip-flops and walked out to the car locking up the house behind me. My wife was waiting in the driveway leaning against the hood of her car. I paused for a second and smiled while putting on my sunglasses.
She was wearing one of my old Hawaiian shirts, that I had not seen since college, tide under her breasts like a crop top with none of the buttons fastened. Her hard nipples pressing against the worn material made it evident that she was without a bra. Her tight stomach was on display and from the look of things she had been working on her tan as she worked from home. Wrapped around her waist was a sarong I purchased for her a few years ago while on vacation when she had forgotten to bring her beach coverup. It is the kind that is sheer unless the material is doubled up and is long enough to wrap around her waist 2 times. For this outfit, the material is folded and tied on her waist in a way that causes nearly all her left leg to be exposed. It was clear from the placement of the knot high on her hip that she was not wearing anything under the makeshift skirt. The longest part of the sarong goes down to just above her ankle and draws the eye to her strappy wedge sandals, the only part of her outfit I had not seen before.
It was easily the sexiest outfit I have ever seen my wife wear outside of the bedroom. Now normally my she would have never been caught in public (let alone our neighborhood) wearing something so sexy but this was a special occasion and our driveway wrapped around the house so the risk of exposure to someone we knew was minimal.
I walked up to her, grabbed her by the hips and brought her in for a deep kiss. "You look absolutely amazing" I told her. She smiled and pushed away from my advance for another kiss.
"We have to get on the road," she said, "there will be plenty of time for THAT later."
I reluctantly let her go and moved to open the passenger side door for her. She stepped around to the open door never breaking eye contact with me. I gave her a quizzical look but as she moved to step into the low seat my eyes grew wide and I found myself transfixed by the bold move. She could have demurely sat down on the seat keeping her knees together and swung her legs together into the car as she had done countless times before. Instead, she made a point of stretching one leg into the car before sitting down. The result, as you can imagine, was the sarong opening completely and displaying her neatly trimmed short landing strip pointing down to a completely smooth pussy which was also something new.
She smiled at me as I found myself quickly looking around to see if any of our neighbors were outside to view the show. I was also concerned about the growing tent in my shorts and the fact that without underwear it was going to be more difficult to hide it. She finally brought her other leg into the car and arranged her sarong so all was covered. I took a deep breath, closed her door and walked around to the drivers side while trying to tuck my erection into my waistband as casually as possible.
Putting the car in gear I backed down the driveway, stopped in front of our house and looked at her. She smiled, read my mind and simply stated, "head West."
I navigated to the highway and started West as instructed. My wife broke the sexually tense silence with some music. She put on a play list I had created years ago when we were just dating and I lived in a shared house with 3 other guys and a dancing pole in the living room. We claimed it was a dancing pole because no one had ever stripped on it up to that point. The play list was all songs you might hear in a dance club, heavy beats simple hooks and plenty of well timed base drops.
