The holiday started as any normal holiday did. It was mid-afternoon on a warm summer day up on the Coast. The beach looked terrific and was absolutely packed with tourists. Win (Winona, my wife) and I (Keiran), dropped our bags off at the room, changed into our swimming attire and headed for the resort's pool. The pool was one of those that had several beach entrances and a swim up bar: Just our sort of place.
Win is in her early 50s with the body of a woman half her age; she has long sandy blonde hair, a trim athletic figure, tight arse, and pert breasts that round out a sexy body. She exercises regularly, putting me to shame, and has good tone and cardio fitness. I would say she gets her fair share of looks from men of all ages, and even some jealous women. I had been carrying a bit of weight over the years after slowing down with exercise, so I worked hard to lose weight over the winter to impress Win, and come summer, I was looking particularly fit.
Down by the pool area there were the standard family groups coming and going, and a small group of men in their late 20's to early 30's who looked like they had had a few drinks but were not rowdy or causing trouble. They were either sitting or standing around in their speedos and looked like lifeguards with their toned arms, blonde hair, and abs that you could wash your clothes on. One blonde haired guy even had those muscles that extend down from the stomach to the groin area. Not over muscled, but particularly toned. He had a good tan like the others but seemed quieter than the rest and from the look of it, he didn't need their bluster. His budgie smugglers seemed to strain from what was, evidently, more than a budgie.
I asked Win, "Did you see the birdlife he was hiding?"
Win laughed and said, "No, I most certainly did not."
I knew she had seen because she had given him a quick second glance as we walked by. Win went over to check the water and proceeded to take her sarong off and walk over to the pool, her breasts sat high and proud, and her one-piece bathers had crept up her backside revealing firm, well rounded cheeks.
As she bent over on all fours to feel the water, I noticed the group of guys start to talk quietly and look in my wife's direction; They didn't know I was watching because of my sunglasses. Looking at Win's backside gave me a tingle in my groin. I could see the beautiful mound between her legs as she bent over to touch the sparkling water, and so could the guys. What a sight.
Win decided to go for a dip, suggesting that I should join her.
I said, "Maybe later."
I really wanted to watch the reaction from the guys.
She walked into the beach entry of the pool and did a few laps before coming to a stop at the opposite side. She climbed up the stairs and walked the long way around the pool, deliberately passing the group of men. I noticed that from the frog kick she did in the pool, the crutch of her swimsuit had ridden right up between her luscious lips, leaving nothing to the imagination.
The guys were talking quietly again and the blonde with the strain in his smugglers had to adjust himself and place a cap over his crutch area. It seemed I wasn't the only one turned on by my wife, who pretended not to notice, but I could tell from the set of her head that she was enjoying the looks she was getting.
We sat by the pool for a while then decided to head over to the pool bar for some refreshments. Mojitos were on the list so we order some, laid back on the sun lounges and quickly devoured the first round.
When I went back to the bar to get some more, I noticed the young blonde guy who had taken a good look at Win, standing in line at the bar waiting to buy a drink so I got to talking to him as we waited. He told me that he and his friends were having a reunion and they were heading out clubbing later that night, but he wasn't all that interested. I told him we were up on holidays for a week or so and would be hanging around the resort that afternoon as they had some good live music coming on later. I introduced myself and he told me his name was Tristan. We got our drinks and headed back to our own areas.
After the second round of mojitos Win started to fall asleep.
As I watched the other guest come and go, I noticed through my sunglasses that Tristan was looking in our direction. I stole a glance at Win and noticed that as she slept her legs had parted slightly and they were aimed directly towards Tristan. I saw him adjusting position uncomfortably on his seat, but his eyes refused to budge from my wife.
I started getting aroused thinking about another man looking at my wife with the same desire I felt. I think a lot of men feel a sense of pride knowing that other men find their partner attractive. My mind started to wander about the possibilities. After another 20 minutes Win woke up and said she wanted to head up for a shower and get ready for the afternoon's music and dinner.
An hour later we had showered and dressed in casual clothes for the festivities and were both raring to get back down to the entertainment. I had shorts and a polo on while Win had a lovely, floral, sleeveless, thigh length loose flowing dress that set off her figure. The type that when she sat with her arms down you could see in the sides and catch a look at her bra. On this occasion though, she wasn't wearing a bra and as she sat at our table waiting to leave, I could see a beautiful side on view of part of her breast; the nipple was still hidden by the angle, but I could definitely see the milky curve of her beautiful breast.
You could see how pert they were, and I started to get hard again.
I smiled inside knowing how she was going to drive all the men crazy tonight.
As Win walked ahead of me to the lift I noticed there was no bikini line from her panties; I wondered if she was wearing a G-string? This was driving me crazy!
We entered the bar and sat at a high table with stools, the only remaining seats, over to one side of the stage and had a good view of the stage and the rest of the crowd. The crowd were talking loudly and after a few drinks looked energised and having way too much fun. After a few minutes I noticed Tristan sitting with his mates at a low table that was in a sunken area just below ours that happened to be looking straight in our direction.
Coincidence? I didn't think so.
But then again, we did come in after them.
I got up to get some pinot gris for us and noticed from the bar that Tristan was looking intently over toward our seats. I looked toward Win who was observing the band in the process of setting up.
At this point I noticed she was sitting forward on the edge of her seat and her legs were slightly apart. When I had our drinks, I walked slowly back to our seats but took a path that would show me what Tristan could see. Tristan quickly looked away when I neared his group to say hello.
I had a brief chat and turned toward our table nearly dropping our drinks when I saw what had caught his eye. I found I could make out my wife's beautiful flower looking at me from this lower vantage point. She wasn't wearing panties!
I'm not sure if she knew what he could see, but God, what a turn on knowing that Tristan could see this beautiful view.
I was sure from the angle that only he could see. I went back to Win and sat with the drinks, saying nothing. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan constantly stealing glimpses but none of his mates looked in our direction. He was keeping this his little secret.
Dinner came and went, the music was great, and everyone was getting very tipsy and ready to party. The dance floor was crowded, with no room to move. We danced as hard as the other guests and now and again I noticed people would sometimes bump or rub up against Win from behind. At one point she lost her balance and went backward slightly and fell against Tristan, who had been dancing to the side and behind her for some time.
I guessed he was trying to get a good look through the sleeves of the dress while off to the side. On this occasion when she fell back there was a slight pause before she moved off him and I noticed he had a considerable bulge in his shorts.
A few more drinks and then the music was pumping; there was hardly room to move. I was standing against and in front of Win, Tristan was behind at a minimal distance although the throng of the crowd made it hard to keep apart. There was a strong scent of perfume, cologne and sweat.
A surge from the crowd and Tristan was now pressed up against my wife from behind; she was smiling deviously.
I said, "If you liked that, how about this?"
I pushed up against her from the front moving her hard up against Tristan.
She laughed and said, "I'm thoroughly enjoying it."
Tristan was definitely smiling now, and we all laughed at the impossibility of any real movement on the dance floor.
Tristan said, "It's like dirty dancing."
He then moved his hands to Win's shoulders and slowly moved them down her sides to her hips and held on tight as the two of them started to swing their hips back and forth against me, which in turn pushed me against the people behind me. We were having a ball and Win was having quite a bit more, it seemed.
Another hour passed and Tristan's mates said they were leaving to chase the girls up at a night club. He told them he wasn't that keen and was going to have a few more drinks then go to watch a movie in his room.
