[This is the second day of Dave & Lisa's adventure in paradise. You may want to read the previous chapters to understand the story line and appreciate the various relationships.
WARNING: This is a long story. Period. If you don't like long stories, please don't read a little, get frustrated, then punish the story with a bad rating and a comment about how long it is. For those of you like character build-up, a reasonable amount of realism, and some mystery, I think it will be worth your time.]
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Dave woke late the next morning, unable to sleep well in the lumpy cot and troubled by guilt-ridden dreams of sex. He noticed that the girls had already left; leaving a note that they had gone to the hotel gym to work out. He was pretty sure that had been Cody's idea, since despite having a naturally nice body, Lisa hadn't worked out regularly in years.
Dave puttered around the room, playing with the decadent idea of ordering breakfast and a mimosa, but peer-pressure finally got to him and he threw on some shorts and went looking for the gym. He found it from the sign at the elevators and was soon checking in at the 'Salon/Gym' reception desk. He had forgotten about the fancy spa services in the stress of the last few weeks, but now he remembered having signed up for something or other through the "romance package". He would have to check the packet the hotel had sent them when he got back to the room.
He didn't see the girls at first when he walked in. The entire right wall of the gym was a window overlooking the beautiful beach, with running machines and stair climbers in front and weight machines and mats towards the back of the room. He finally spotted Lisa and Cody on the mats in front of a large mirror. The only other guests there were two muscular young men, probably from the conference. Of all the cardio machines, there were only two treadmills that weren't in front of the window, and those were facing the mats and the mirror. For some reason, the guys had passed up the beach view and were barely walking on those two treadmills.
On a whim, Dave decided not to announce himself to the girls just yet and quietly made his way over to the back of the gym. Standing next to a column so that Lisa and Cody wouldn't immediately notice him, he soon discovered the reason for the two men's choice of work-out location. Cody was leading Lisa through a series of abdominal exercises and they were currently doing reverse crunches with large medicine balls between their legs. They were faced away from the guys - but with their feet towards the mirror, the men had a perfect view of their butts as they flexed and squeezed through their workout.
Not accustomed to a regular gym workout, Lisa had brought only 'onion-skin' running shorts and had loaned a pair to Cody. Every time the girls would lift their butts up into the air and down again, clenching the balls between their knees, the loose sides of their shorts would flap open, exposing their cheeks as well as part of the thin, panty-like inner lining to the watching pair behind them.
The crotch of Lisa's shorts was quite narrow and he could plainly see one half of his wife's pubic mound, barely covered by the liner and bulging prominently where her pussy would be. He had forgotten that she had not shaved in awhile, and her thick bush peeked out on the sides. Cody was further to his right and one of the men blocked a good view of her lower half.
Apparently the girls were unaware of their audience and were breathing hard with an occasional moan of effort escaping their lips. Dave was about to greet them loudly and would undoubtedly have scared the piss out of the two voyeurs, but just then Cody changed positions, pushing the ball away and lying on her side to do leg lifts.
Her feet pointed towards the mirror and Dave could now see her legs all the way to her waist: in that position the shorts fell completely open at the crotch. From Dave's viewpoint, she might as well have been wearing just panties -- and nearly sheer ones at that.
Dave and his fellow peeping-toms fairly ceased to breathe as Cody's right leg lifted up towards the ceiling and the thin mesh liner pulled tight against the small bulge between her legs. There was a small line of wetness down the middle of the crotch where the sweat from her exertions had begun to gather. When her leg came back down, the moisture must have caused the material to stick a little, because when her thighs parted again the men could clearly see the fleshy outer lips of Cody's pussy with the panty lining embedded between them. Each time her leg went up the lips were pulled open; each time it came down they squeezed together again around the thin crotch of her panties.
Dave had not even begun to work out, but as he watched Cody do her leg lifts he thought he would faint for sure.
There was hardly any hair around her lips, but he again noticed a faint dark line above them through the almost transparent lining. He was strangely curious about her shaving practices, and with all the accidental exposure going on so far in this trip, he imagined hopefully, he might just find out.
He had been so focused on Cody's legs (and how entertainingly they joined together) that he hadn't noticed that his wife had followed suit. The two young men seemed to have a better view of her from their vantage point as he saw both of their heads turned in her direction. Stepping to the other side of the column, he could now see into the mirror at floor height directly in front of her spread legs.
At some point in her shifting of positions, Lisa's shorts had also shifted, and in contrast to Cody's problem of tight crotch material, Lisa's shorts had slipped down slightly and her inner lining now lay loose against her lower leg. Standing there behind the two other voyeurs, it felt like he was looking at his wife in a new light - through their eyes, and through a film of raw lust. It was like seeing a different woman, only better in some way.
He had a clear view of her full bush, with her fairly large outer pussy lips poking out prominently, peeling apart as her leg lifted up to reveal her moist inner lips. He could even see the small dark opening of her vagina when her legs spread to their maximum. Dave could barely resist the urge to reach down and stroke his hardened cock as he watched her lower her leg, obscenely squishing her pussy lips back together.
Dave watched in rapt fascination for a few moments, seeing a small trickle of sweat dribble down her inner thigh after several repetitions, before an intense flash of jealousy hit him. He glared at the men - who by then had quit walking at all - and saw distinct bulges in their shorts. He felt a wash of anger and some amount of guilt that his wife's most intimate area was completely spread open to these two strangers.
