The Wife V, Adventures in Myrtle Beach
This is a story I wrote many years ago based on a conference we attended in South Carolina. Some parts are true, others are totally BS. I decided to edit and adapt it to 'The Wife' series, I hope you enjoy reading it!
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We drove into Myrtle Beach on Thursday night where we planned to meet up with some friends, Kim and Pete from Georgia, who had acquired a suite for us to stay at for the weekend.
Peter is a lot like me, a bit of a pervert who loves showing off his wives in public, just as I do.
We have also participated in showing off each other's wives so the other doesn't get blamed for it. Dusty and Kim have similar bodies, Dusty having just a bit more up top and a firmer chest. She resembles Kate Capshaw when she co-starred in Indiana Jones Temple of Doom, Dusty's curls were not as tight.
Arriving late in the afternoon we decided to grab a bite to eat with our friends, make plans, and see what happens from there.
On the way to one of the Seafood Restaurants, we passed a little club called Mother Fletchers. On the marquee out front, they were advertising a Wet T-shirt contest and we immediately told the girls, "we will be coming back there that tonight!"
My wife had been in several different contests in college and with friends back home, several of them being wet T-shirt contests. I knew our friend Kim had been in a few as well, but they had never been in one together.
We ended up at one of the Calabash Restaurants, we all ate more than we should have. After leaving we stopped at the club advertising the wet T-shirt contest. We got a table and ordered drinks, talked and did some people watching.
There was already a bit of a crowd there and the DJ was asking for participants for the contest. We were both encouraging our wives to go sign up, they told us, "We want to see who the competition is first."
They also told us, "We haven't brought anything to wear as far as bottoms go."
I already knew there was nothing under Dusty's dress, she never wears panties.
Kim was wearing a pair of stretch pants and a little black cropped top. Dusty wearing only a little light summer dress with little straps holding it up, she rarely wore a bra, and being out of town she didn't even bother to pack one.
The girls had already consumed several drinks at dinner and here at the club. They had been watching the few girls going to the DJ to sign up for the contest. The ones signing up were mostly young college-age looking girls and one girl that looked like they had bought their chests, if you know what I mean.
The DJ paused between songs and announced the contest would start in about 20 minutes and there was still room for three more ladies. We told our wives, "Y'all had better hurry if you're going to enter."
Kim, who had already, drank way over her limit, told Dusty, "Come with me! I'm going to sign-up."
When they got there Kim told the DJ, "Hi I'm Kim, and this is my friend Dusty, she wants to enter too."
My wife told them, "What the hell if you're doing it, why not?"
The DJ told them, "Go backstage and change."
They were given thin cheaply made T-shirts with the club's logo on the front to wear by one of the girls from the club. The girl told them, "There are scissors on the tables if you need to make any adjustments."
She also told them, "You girls can not get naked, but brief flashing is permitted." They joined the other girls already getting ready.
It appeared the other girls came a bit more prepared with bikini bottoms and thongs. Kim pulled off her top and slipped on the T-shirt. Dusty asked her, "What are your plans for bottoms?"
Kim then asked her, "I'm going to wear my panties as bottoms, will you remove the sleeves and crop this shirt just under my tits?"
Dusty started cutting around her shoulders cutting low under her arms as far as she could down her sides to make sure she would be showing from the sides.
She then cut away the neck leaving a bit of a deep 'V' into the logo allowing a good bit of Kim's jiggly cleavage to show, leaving narrow shoulder straps that would stretch or maybe break easily.
Dusty then cut away the bottom of the T-shirt about two inches under her tits, leaving it a bit longer in the back knowing that once wet it would cause what was left of the front her shirt to ride up.
Kim then pulled off her stretch pants, she was wearing pretty lace Rio cut thong panties that were almost see-through. She stepped over to the mirror and looked at herself and told Dusty, "Pete is going to shit when he sees me." Then she asked Dusty, "Can you make the bottom a little shorter in the front?" They both started to giggle.
Dusty told her "I can do whatever you want!" Dusty held the front of her shirt at the bottom and cut away a little more of her shirt starting near the back and then around the front to the other side.
When she stepped back in front of the mirror, Kim said "Oh my god! The bottom of my tits are hanging out the bottom!"
"Yeah and?" Dusty giggled.
She smiled at Dusty, "Now it's your turn."
Dusty slipped off her dress and stood there totally naked, trying to figure out what to do about a bottom. She laid the T-shirt on the small table and cut away both sleeves and the neck of the shirt. Then cropped it as straight as I could at about the same length she had cut Kim's.
She stepped into what was left of the shirt and pulled it up, then tied a knot at the waist to hold up the skirt she just made. After tying the knot it bunched up a bit, showing even more of her bare right thigh.
It covered enough, but if she were to bend over she would be showing a bit more than she should. When she slipped the shirt over my head and it came about halfway down over her nipples, allowing her tightening areolae were showing, "Oh shit I cut mine too short like yours!" They both laughed at her lack seamstress skills.
One of the other girls heard her and said, "I have done the same thing before, can I help?"
"Sure!" Dusty told her.
The girl then took a pair of scissors and started cutting slits diagonally across what was left of the front of her shirt.
She asked, "Is it ok if your nipples peek from between the slits?"