Jen and I lazed the day away at the beach, since there had been a continued spell of good weather, which was unusual for England.
We found a quiet spot where Jen could go topless, which was always nice to see. She even sent Brad a picture of her with her tits out on the beach.
I particularly enjoyed seeing her erect nipples pointing out as she stepped out of the cold water.
Back at the hotel it was getting towards evening and Jen was preparing for her date. She chatted to me through the bathroom door as I lay on the bed. She had shaven her legs and pussy ready for her lover and was now applying her makeup.
She told me that Brad had picked a good restaurant for them to eat at, which would be nice and romantic.
"Have you picked out something for me to wear babe?" She asked.
I got up, opened the closet and started flicking through the few dresses she had hanging up.
"This one." I said, holding up a short, low cut, blue summer dress that I particularly liked her in.
Jen smiled. "Great choice." She said. "I love you even more for choosing that dress, because I know how much you like me in it." She said. "It proves to me that you want what I want."
I'd had a great day with Jen, she had told me how much she had enjoyed degrading me as she gave me sloppy seconds earlier that morning. She told me not to take it personally and that it was just part of the fantasy for her. I told her that if she loved it, then so did I, which was the truth.
We had some lovely chats throughout the day about how we felt about what had happened and what we liked and disliked. It turned out neither of us really disliked anything.
Jen knew that I usually preferred more subtlety in her degradation and humiliating language, but she wanted to change things up and really live out what was no longer just a fantasy to us.
We had watched countless cuckold and hotwife videos together, as well as reading many stories about the fetish. It seemed to me that many of them were exaggerated and a little, if not a lot, over the top. But the reality of the past twenty-four hours told me that they were more real than I had anticipated, which I was beginning to accept.
Earlier, at the beach I had asked her if she was serious about letting Brad do 'Whatever he wanted' with her, as she'd told me that morning. "Sure." She said. "Within reason... I mean he seems like a pretty kinky guy, I want to see what he's got in store for me." She laughed.
I was so turned on thinking about what they might do together, I started to get excited for the night and I wasn't even going to be there.
"What underwear have you got for me?" Jen shouted. "I won't need a bra with that dress, just a nice sexy pair of knickers."
I rummaged through her suitcase, there were a good selection of clean panties and bras. I noticed she had put all her dirty undies together in one compartment, which I thought might come in useful for later if I was in all alone, if you get what I mean.
Then I had a thought. "Don't wear any." I said.
"Really?" Jen stuck her head around the door and smiled. "Okay, you're in charge." She winked. "Well you're not really in charge tonight, Brad is, but you're in charge of what I wear at least."
Jen came into the bedroom naked. She looked a million dollars. Her soft skin glistened with the shine of her aftersun, which had a delicious coconut smell.
Her tan was accentuated by the line where her bikini bottoms had been and her little white arse was just delectable.
It was also a joy to see her clean, bald cunt for a change. Of course I hoped the next time I'd see it, it would a be a freshly fucked, swollen, sticky mess.
Jen pulled on her dress and turned around so I could zip her up. I kissed the back of her neck as I did so, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Which shoes?" She asked pointing to a few pairs scattered on the floor.
I pointed to a pair of black ones and she unwittingly said "Choose again."
"I thought I was in charge!?" I said.
"You are, as long as you make the right choice!" Jen chuckled. "I'll wear these." She said, before I could answer again.
I got a glimpse of her cunt as she sat on the floor and fastened her shoes. "Wow." I said. "You're going to have to be careful in that dress, I can see everything."
"Isn't that why you chose it?" Jen giggled, holding her hand out for me to pull her up. "Don't wait up." She said, pecking me on the cheek so not to disturb her lipstick.
She grabbed her handbag and headed for the door like a kid at Christmas. "Don't forget to send me some...pictures." I said, finishing the sentence after the door had swung shut.
