What a trip!
This story chronicles some of the few but exciting times I successfully convinced my somewhat conservative wife to show off some or all of her voluptuous body. We have been married for just over 25 years. We started dating in high school and got married right out of college. I was originally drawn to her by two very specific things... her breasts.
She was a normal hot high school girl with big hair (it was the eighties), small waist, and tight butt. However, it was her big boobs that got me attention. Even in high school she was blessed with 36C breasts that were the envy of every girl and the object of teenage lust for every boy.
I still remember the first time I reached under her lacy bra and got my hand her one of her luscious mounds. I was amazed at how soft and significant it was. I had never been with a girl with large breasts and I was completely in... well... lust from first touch.
We continued to date through college and ended up getting married after college. I would love to say that she was constantly showing off her assets for all when we would go out, but it just wasn't the case. Like many women with large breasts, she typically did all she could do to disguise them under oversized clothing. All her t-shirts were larges and her favorite hanging-out outfits were big sweatshirts. Over the years I had even tried to buy her some clothes to move in that direction, like a light V-neck sweater or two, but she would always return them. Needless to say, she was the furthest thing from an exhibitionist.
For years the only time I would get to experience her breasts was in the bedroom or occasionally in the shower when I would slip in with her and take my time soaping up each of them. I loved to lift them slightly and feel their weight as I massaged them. She is relatively fair skinned and her areolas are very large normally but become smaller and firmer when she is aroused. I loved to play with her nipples in the shower to feel them stiffen under my touch. Early in our marriage I had no idea that her showing off a bit more would turn me on.
My awakening came during a trip to the beach we took a few years after being married. The trip wasn't to some far off paradise, but instead was to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. I was looking forward to a normal trip and an opportunity to see her in a bikini for a week. Even her choice of bikini was conservative, in other words no string bikini. Lucky for me there was no hiding her amazing bouncy tits in a bathing suit. However, right before we left for the beach she got a case of shingles on her back. It was a very minor outbreak but it just happened to be directly under the strap of her bra. Shingles are very itchy and the bra strap rubbing on them was super uncomfortable. I had no idea that this would be the key to kicking off the most amazing vacation.
On the drive down she was very uncomfortable and about an hour into the six-hour drive she asked if I minded if she took her bra off. I of course didn't mind, and told her to do whatever helped her be more comfortable. Due to the fact that we were headed to the beach in the summer she was wearing one of her somewhat loose fitting t-shirts and shorts. We were in a car together and it wasn't too big of a deal. An hour or so further down the road we decided it was time for a potty break.
We pulled off at a rest area on the highway. It was still early morning so there were only a few cars in the lot. She picked up her bra and was deciding how to put it back on in the car and asked what she was doing. She told me she couldn't go walking around without a bra on. I told her she was being silly, there weren't many people around and as it was early morning so no one was really paying attention to anyone else. Besides, it was a short walk and her bra was just going to irritate her skin again. She reluctantly agreed and we both got out of the car to walk to the restrooms.
It was normal summer morning with just the slightest of chills in the air and slight haze which portended to the coming heat of the day. As I had suggested we didn't pass a soul on the way to the restrooms. I finished first and walked back to the car and waited for her. As I watched she came out of the bathroom and started walking towards the car.
I was immediately struck by two things, first, as she walked briskly back to the car her forward movement caused her yellow t-shirt to cling more closely to her body. As a result her breasts were quite evident and even her nipples were slightly noticeable thanks to the cool morning air. The second thing I noticed, and what made it unmistakable that she wasn't wearing a bra, was the fact that her big boobs moved around freely under her shirt as she walked due to their new found freedom. It nearly took my breath away watching the scene. It was bordering on lewd the way her breasts and nipples moved around under her shirt.
I was so focused on watching her that it startled me when a man walked past the car towards the restroom. He had apparently parked on the other side of the parking lot and was heading straight towards my lovely wife as she walked to the car. He was an older gentleman and moved with purpose suggesting it was a much needed stop. For a few glorious moments I looked past him and enjoyed the same view that I knew he was seeing. I could tell that he was staring right at her.
I can't tell you how much it ramped up my arousal seeing another man looking at my young wife's tits under her thin t-shirt. After a few more steps she looked up and saw him and as they acknowledged each other I saw her cross her arms over her chest. She continued to the car like that and then hopped in. At this point I was sitting there with a raging hard on. I had never experienced excitement like that.
When she spoke she was a little flustered and said "I thought you said no one was around."
I regained my composure and tried to blow it off. "One old guy focused on trying to get to the bathroom before his bladder explodes is nothing to worry about," I tried to tell her.
"Sure," she responded with a sheepish grin, "you couldn't see how hard he was staring at my boobs when he walked past."
At this point my dick was about to explode but I managed to back the car out of the parking spot to continue our trip south. I spent the rest of the trip thinking about that scene and how hot it was. I wouldn't say that I understood that I enjoyed exhibiting my wife, but I couldn't deny how much I had been excited by this brief exhibitionism. I immediately tried to figure out how I could get it to happen more.
When we got to the beach I was dying for her to go braless as much as possible. It was a much harder sell when we were going to places with people around. Because of her condition we ended up getting take-out food a lot... much to my disappointment. However, my luck finally turned on the second to last day of the visit.
Whenever her family went to the beach they ate at a seafood buffet at least once. So, it was an easy sell to convince her that we needed to go to the buffet for dinner one night. She agreed but I was crushed when she put on a bra for the first time all trip. I couldn't exactly protest, but I was really let down. We had a few beers before we headed there in order to minimize the bar bill at the restaurant and I had hoped that it might reduce her inhibitions. However, in the end the shingles came to the rescue.
After the short drive to the restaurant, she told me that she just couldn't take the bra because it was so uncomfortable. She asked me if I thought it would be ok if she took it off before we went into the restaurant. I of course wanted to scream "YES, take it off." But instead I tried to remain casual and told her I was ok with whatever was going to make her more comfortable. "Besides," I told her, "all anyone is focusing on in a buffet line is the food."
Now, I am sure that she would not have picked the white t-shirt with our High School Basketball Team name on front if she knew she was going to be going braless, but between the beers and the nuisance of the shingles she didn't make a big deal of it. So, in we went.
While we waited the couple of minutes to be seated and during our walk to the table she crossed her arms over her chest so there was no viewing to be had. It wasn't really weird that she was covering her chest as the air conditioning in the place was working very well and after coming in from the summer heat it felt pretty chilly inside. We were there pretty early so it wasn't too crowded yet. Of course, you can't have your arms crossed, and fill a plate with food from a buffet.
When we went up and grabbed our plates she was forces to drop her arms. Well, if I didn't know the place was a bit chilly before, the view was of her rock hard nipples poking through her shirt certainly made the point. In fact, the white t-shirt allowed me to just make out the entire outline of her areolas. As I mentioned above, her areolas are normally very large and light pink so they don't stand out much. However, when fully aroused they pucker up and become a much darker shade of pink. The effect was incredibly hot.
Like most seafood buffets the food was split between several self-standing sections or islands. As we moved around to the various sections, I would move to the opposite side of whatever section she was at. In this way I could both block the view of my young wife from the odd prudish woman or roaming teenager and at the same time get an eyeful of big breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her shirt.
Because we couldn't see each other's faces because of the buffet set-up, I was able to really enjoy the view without her catching me. As she became more focused on getting her food and less conscious of her surroundings her movements became more free. Whereas at first she was very stiff as she tried to keep her arms tight to her body or casually across her chest, eventually she was leaning in scooping or selecting her food items in a more natural way. This had the side benefit of adding motion and the effects of hanging to the equation which really increased the spectacle. However, I soon learned that I was not the only one enjoying the view.
As I was trying to get in my optimum viewing position across from what turned out to be her last stop on the first trip to the buffet, I found my spot was taken. A decent looking guy in his early thirties was standing like a statue directly across from my young bride. When I looked up at his face I could immediately tell he was not looking at the food. Instead, he was staring intently at my beautiful wife's large breasts sway lazily in front of her while she dug a cluster of crab legs out of the steam tray. As I looked on I realized immediately why he was staring so intently.
