My wife and I recently got back from a holiday in the Bahamas, and since we returned our relationship has changed drastically. She ignores everything I say, openly flirts with other men in front of me and sometimes stays out all night without letting me know where she is.
We have been married for five years, and although at twenty-five, Sally is seven years younger than me, we have always got on brilliantly. When I started seeing her I couldn't believe my luck. She is not stunningly beautiful, but has an amazing body and a really fun personality. I used to try to encourage her to show off her body more, but she always used to say that it was for my eyes only. Sometimes it's better that you don't get what you wish for.
It all began on the last day of the holiday. We had gone to a fabulous beach on the other side of the island from our hotel. We had been sunning ourselves for the last two weeks, so we were both well tanned. As we were lying on the beach Sally turned to me and said, "You know, my tan lines are really going to show up."
It amazed me the way she wore the skimpiest bikini imaginable, which left nothing to the imagination, but wouldn't take her top off to even out her tan.
"I know. I don't see why you don't go topless. Everyone else here is," I said, pointing towards the many breasts on display.
"Well. I don't know. Maybe I need a bit of Dutch courage."
"Well. I fancy a beer. Shall I walk to that store and get some?"
"Okay, then. I'll wait here for you."
It might not seem like anything unusual. Going topless on a beach, but I was getting quite turned on at the thought of other men seeing her lovely breasts. It would have been a bit of a pain, going to the store, it was more than half an hour walk to get there, but luckily I found a man near the sidewalk, selling beers from a cooler he had. They were well over priced but a good timesaver. I bought six beers from him and made my way back to where Sally was lying down.
As I approached her from behind I saw that a couple of men were talking with her. They were both in their early twenties and had Australian accents. Sally was still lying on her belly as she turned her head to listen to them, so they had a good view of her firm ass cheeks, barely covered by the thong. Knowing this excited me and I stepped further back so they couldn't see me. I could only catch bits and pieces of their conversation, but it seemed that they were selling some revolutionary kind of sun-tan oil, and offered her a sample.
I heard her say "okay" and expected her to take it and for them to leave. This wasn't part of their sales technique however. As soon as she said yes, they both dropped to their knees either side of her and began applying the lotion up and down her body. It was obviously a con-trick for them to feel up women who were alone on the beach, and I was about to step in to stop them. I then noticed that Sally seemed to be enjoying the feeling of both these guys caressing her. I watched as my normally prim and proper wife spread her legs apart, so two men could rub oil into the insides of her thighs.
The blond one of the two guys suddenly undid Sally's bikini bra straps. I expected her to protest, but she said nothing as he smoothed the oil into her back. Her breasts are very large and were clearly visible from the sides, especially as she lifted her head and rested on her two elbows. I am sure I could hear her moan, as their hands strayed towards her tits and began to gently caress them.
This was too much for me. I was turned on, I admit it, but I never expected anything like this. I liked the idea of men looking at my wife's tits and wanting to fuck her, but I never wanted anyone to actually touch her. I heard the dark haired one say to her "turn around", and I knew I had better do something quickly. I deliberately made a lot of noise as I came towards them. I could faintly hear Sally whisper "it's my husband" and they stood up sharp. They were almost standing at attention as I came up to them.
"I've got the beers," I said.
"Great," said Sally. She was obviously flustered, but trying to hide it. She fiddled with her bra strap and tied it back on, ignoring my pointed looks. "This is Ivan and Jamie. They're from Australia. Guys, this is my husband, Tom."
We each said hello to each other, although I wanted to hit them.
"They're selling this new kind of sun-tan oil. It's highly protective and good for the environment."
I knew Sally was into Green issues, but I didn't see how this was relevant.
"They let me try before I buy, like. So could you buy a bottle for me."
"Sorry, I spent all the change I had on the beers, " I said. I wasn't going to pay them for feeling up my wife.
"Well. You can at least give them each a beer."
Despite my better judgement I did as she asked. It was the last day of what had been a great holiday, and I didn't want to spoil things. What I didn't expect was that they would open the beer cans there and then and sit down beside us drinking them.
"Shouldn't you be trying to sell more of that stuff?" I asked Ivan, the blond one.
"Nah, mate. We always finish around this time. Don't want to get worn out for the evening, you know what I mean?"
So, for the next fifteen minutes I sat down, while the two guys drank my beer and chatted up my wife. They were making her laugh a lot, but I figured that was partly down to the beer. She's not used to drinking in the afternoon. All through this time she practically ignored me and gave all her attention to the two younger guys. We had all just about finished the beers when suddenly my wife sat up straight, like she was about to make an announcement.
"My husband's been telling me for ages that I should sunbathe topless, and I said today I would as soon as I had a beer, so..."
Without another word, she put her hands behind her back, untied the bra and pulled it away from her, showing all of us her luscious firm tits. This was what I had been wanting all day, but I never expected her to be so blatant about it. Ivan and Jamie were obviously enjoying the sight. Both their shorts were covering a prominent bulge, as was mine at this point. Her nipples began to harden under their lustful gaze, and I could not imagine what she would do next. I was half expecting her to pull off her thong and ask them to fuck her there and then.
To my surprise she suddenly said, "that beer's gone straight to my head. I think I'll take a nap," and with that she closed her eyes and lay down on her back, her lovely tits still exposed to us all. I thought the two guys would take this as a hint to leave, but instead Jamie said to Ivan, "it look like her tits have never seen daylight before. We'd better put some of our oil on them."
I snatched the bottle from his hands, saying "I can manage that, thanks."
"What? Oh, sure. No worries, mate. I guess we'd better leave now anyway. See you later."
"Yeah, right, " I said. Not if I see you first, I thought.
As they left, I faced Sally, who actually seemed to be asleep already. I gently massaged the oil into her tits, while she moaned softly and wriggled around a little. Now the two guys had gone, part of me wished I had let them do it while I watched. Imagining the sight had my cock hard instantly. I wanted to fuck her right away, I wanted them to fuck her , but it was too late. I whispered her name a few times but she ignored me so I lay down beside her and thought about what had just happened.
I must have dozed off myself at some point and when I woke up I found myself surrounded by half a dozen people. Jamie and Ivan were back, with two girls and another guy, and they were all talking with Sally, and drinking beers.
"Hey, sleepy head. Ivan and Jamie brought us some more beers to share and some food as well. These are friends of theirs."
Sally began introducing me to all of them but I wasn't really listening. My head was feeling a bit cloudy still from the nap I'd just had. I was a bit disappointed to see that my wife was now wearing her top again, although both of the girls in the group were topless. I wasn't happy about the whole situation at first, but these people, a lot younger than me, were a lot of fun. Sally was obviously enjoying herself and I began to as well.
The girl next to me, who was called Jenny, was about twenty years old, very slim with small breasts, but still pretty sexy for all that. I found myself flirting with her a little, especially when I noticed how all the guys were complimenting my wife on her looks. I wasn't seriously interested in the girl, but I guess there was a bit of pride at stake. It felt good that this young woman seemed to find me attractive.
They had a plentiful supply of beers, and we were all pretty much the worse for wear by the time it was getting dark. Then, one of the guys, whose parents rented a beach house a few miles away suggested we all go back there for a party. I could tell Sally really wanted to go and I was in a good mood myself at this point so I agreed.
Sally wrapped a sarong around her waist and I put on my T-shirt. These were the only other items of clothing we had, but the evenings there were always very warm, so it wasn't a problem. The seven of us walked to where they had their two vehicles parked. Sally and myself had come by taxi. Unfortunately, one of the girls, Sam, had a sports car which only seated two people, and Jenny got in beside her. The other vehicle was a jeep, owned by the guy with the beach house.
"Shall Tom and I sit in the back?" Sally asked.
There was one long seat in the jeep, which could fit three people and then an open trailer at the back, which didn't look too safe.
"Well. It's okay at the back if you hang on tight. But we can squeeze four in the front anyway."
"And who gets to sit in the back? " I asked.
"Well, " Ivan said. "I don't think the lady should have to do that. So it'll have to be one of the rest of us. Neil, have you still got a pack of cards in the jeep?"
Well he did have and we cut cards to see who lost and it was me. I thought they had cheated but couldn't really say anything.
Neil, the driver got in the jeep, followed by Ivan. Then I saw as Jamie helped Sally get in, his hand grabbing her ass at the same time. I was beginning to lose my good mood of earlier, and didn't like the idea of my wife up front with the three guys. Jamie then got in and squeezed beside Sally.
"Hey Tom, " said Ivan. "You better get on board, else we'll have to leave you here."
