The following story is about a woman who tries exhibitionism for her husband. Please comment and tell me what you liked or didn't like. I love all feedback.
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Rosie stood on the lanai of the hotel room listening to the steel drums of calypso music from the open-air bar below. Hot sun burned down on the white umbrellas scattered across the beach. Beyond that the ocean was pockmarked with colorful sails bobbing in the waves. Beads of sweat trailed down her skin despite the blast of the air conditioning coming through the open door.
"You know," Don called from inside, "We should do an experiment."
Rosie looked over her shoulder to see him uncapping his fancy camera. She tried not to roll her eyes at him. God love Don, he was obvious when he was up to something.
"Let's do some before-and-after pictures of you so we can show how the tan lines came along. Of course, they'd be PG only."
That meant he would try for not-PG pictures if possible.
"You mean R-rated. I know what you're into; you leave porn up." Don enjoyed nudity, public and otherwise. He had shown Rosie a few pics and videos here and there in their 20-plus years of marriage and his tastes were predicated on showing skin, specifically in outdoor and public locations.
He joined on her on the lanai and looked down at the pool by the bar. She decided she should indulge him. He was a good husband and they had a strong relationship. But then she thought of her body and sighed. She tried eating well and exercising but she was in her late 40s and she didn't look nearly as good as she did 20-plus years ago when they first were married.
"See them?" Roise asked, "I can't compete with them. I don't look like that," she said pointing at the bikini-clad women gathered around the bar and pool. She looked at Don and expected some kind of compliment but he was, indeed, seeing them gathered around the bar and pool. Rosie swatted his shoulder with her hand.
"Ouch!" Don said, "You told me to see them. Well, I'm looking!"
"I didn't mean it, doofus," Rosie said, feigning frustration.
"You have a beautiful body anyway," Don said, slathering on the flattery like butter, "And you should know because I have sex with it as much as I can ... which is almost enough."
"ALMOST ENOUGH!?!?!" Rosie said, "Wait, seriously? You want more? Is it not enough now? I thought were we doing okay. Do we need to talk about it?"
"Skip the talk," Don said, "Let's just enjoy getting away from kids, work, the dog, all that, okay? And, seriously, I've had sex with you the last 20 years and it's been good. I'm sure the next 20 will be good too."
Rosie decided. "Okay, fine, we can take a picture. But in the bathroom and you're not putting it online anywhere, are you?"
Don put his hand over his heart and looked to the heavens promising to never violate the code of a man to his wife unless she wanted that in which case he was totally down to do it. She playfully slapped his chest at that last part.
Rosie went into the bathroom and stripped. She was sort of okay with what she saw in the mirror but there was room for improvement. Hair, not bad, a nice light brown color and not mousy at all. She thought she had a pretty face and she liked her high cheekbones. Her breasts were starting to sag and she didn't care for them. Don, however, loved getting his hands on them. He encouraged her to wear low-cut shirts because her breasts were made for spilling out of her tops (according to him). Her stomach had pockmarks Don swore he never saw and her legs were okay. Rosie did like her calves. They managed to stay youthful and strong.
"Okay, let's do this," she called, nude.
Don stepped into the bathroom and pointed the camera. Rosie didn't care for the feeling it gave her. It seemed impersonal and somehow not fun. She felt like the large lens was judging her, critiquing her body. Don asked her to turn around a few shutter-snaps later, "So we can get both front and back to make sure." Rosie did and concealed her slight frown.
She turned again and smiled this time. She really hadn't let Don take nude photos of her before and it was obvious he was enjoying himself. His blue swim trunks were tented in the front and the one of the turtles printed on the material was almost swimming right at her.
He gestured down. "See what you do to me? It's not those girls out there that get me excited, it's you."
Rosie liked that. It made her feel good.
"Let's get some drinks downstairs and we can come back up and I'll take care of that for you," she said, giving his crotch a gentle squeeze as she slid by him and headed back to her clothes.
What Rosie and Don weren't used to was the sun setting so early. The tropics are closer to the equator and even in the summer it quickly gets dark in the evening. They lived on the far west side of their time zone and it was well after 9:00 pm when the sun went down in the summer at home. Here it was barely 8:00 pm here and tiki torches lit the bar. The pool had underwater lighting effects that changed from red to blue to green every few minutes. The ocean was full of bobbing pricks of light as pleasure craft sailed in the nighttime ocean.
Rosie was glad they were on the second floor. One flight of steps was a challenge after her sixth rum runner. Or was it her seventh? Rosie had gone to public school so she wasn't too strong in math anyway. She snorted at her own joke. Now to get past the lock on this door.
Key in door like so.
*click*
The world did a slow roll to the left and Rosie propped herself up against the closet just inside the room. Don was right behind her.
"Well," she said, "Now's your chance since I'm way more drunk than I should be."
Don grinned and nearly ran to get his camera. He came back and evaluated the shot.
"Okay, hold on," he said.
He opened the lanai door and humidity flooded into the room. Eyes sparkling, he directed Rosie to stand in the middle of the doorway just inside the room.
"Okay, face me," he directed.
