This following story is 100% true.
Somewhere during our marriage of 12 years, I became obsessed with the concept of showing off my wife. She is a very beautiful and sexy woman, and I think needs to be seen. Susan is 37 years old, has had 2 children, yet still has the body of a goddess. She is 5'2", weighing about 110 pounds, and is a 32D bra size! She has worked very hard to get back her figure after children. Susan does not share my passion for exhibitionism, but she is coming around.
We started to plan a trip to Jamaica as a chance to get away as a couple. We got a great deal at an Adults Only resort just outside Negril, and started to plan our vacation without the kids. During lovemaking I would often tell Susan how nice it would be if she would go topless on the beach. She was pretty cold to the idea at first, but warmed up to it as time went on. As the trip got closer, I started to feel like my dream would actually come true, though with Susan, it is really hard to tell.
Once we got to Jamaica and settled into our resort we ended up spending most of our time at the beach, or walking up and down the beach to check out the other sights. On our second day at the beach, Susan reached back and untied just the neck part of her bikini top. She would leave the top untied for quite a while. However, as she shifted around and tried to grab books, ipods, or whatever, her top would naturally want to drop. Susan would try to hold on to the top with the other arm draped across as she tried to fumble for things. She was quite aware of my excitement, so she did this for a while. Anyone who was sitting anywhere near us would have had short glimpses of bare breasts any time she tried to do anything. It was a great tease for me, and she knew it. When Susan was actually tanning, she would tan her front with the top undone around the neck, but still done up around the back. She would have the bikini fabric folded down just barely covering her areola. Though every now and again it would drop and a breast would pop out.
When we swam in the ocean, I would always make a point of playing with the strings of Susan's bikini top. I would loosen them and pull on them. She was quite brave in the water, exposing her breasts at will, thinking that no one was looking. My goal was to get her top off completely, whether on land or in water. Near the end of the trip, I pulled her top off completely while we were swimming, and after a while I stared heading back to the beach. Faced with the prospect of having to walk on the beach topless, Susan fought me for her top, but the water was getting shallower as I kept on walking. Finally in desperate plea she asked if I could at least give her a piggy-back ride back to our stuff, which I did with her top in my hand. I knew that when I eventually put her down that there would be those few great moments where Susan would be truly topless on the beach. It was worth the wait.
On the last day of our vacation, I asked Susan if she could go complete topless on the beach. She was very reluctant, even though she had been teasing me for the past five days with her top constantly falling down (accidentally). Finally, she presented me with 10 minutes of being completely topless, which was truly a huge feat for her. I was grateful for what I was given, and I know how uncomfortable she probably felt fulfilling my desires.