"Sean....Sean!" my wife's tired, irritated voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "The plane is boarding....finally."
"Ugh, thank god," I thought, grabbing our bags. After a short wait and a minor struggle to get our carry-ons stowed, we plopped into our seats, exhausted. We'd already been traveling most of the day just to get to this point.
In fairness, this vacation was planned at the last minute so we had to take the only flight available - a late night flight that connected to a smaller plane for the last leg. My workaholic buddy, Nate, won the trip in his company's quarterly sales contest. Of course, he was too busy to actually take the trip, so he swung the tickets my way. I hated owing him for the favor, but I'm not going to lie - I was happy for the opportunity to get my wife away from home and the possibility of a little "adult time" with her.
"Hey, we're not going to get to the resort until super-late." I said to her, not realizing she had fallen asleep once the plane took off. "Stacy?"
Her slow, deep breathing made her chest rise up and down, giving me a little peek at the cute, lacy bra she was wearing under her blouse. I didn't remember ever seeing that bra before and made a mental note to try to get a better look at it during the day.
We are both in our mid-40s and had met our freshman year at college. Stacy was still a knockout, with a perky set of tits that had gotten a bit bigger after she had kids. Her curly auburn hair was cut a bit shorter now than when we first met, but it framed her pretty face perfectly. Her hazel eyes had little flecks of green, gold and brown and always blew me away. She was a bit more reserved and it seemed like our sex life had settled into a routine of lights out, missionary-style sex. Friday or Saturday night only.
I'm in decent shape with a little bit of a "dad bod." Baldness curses all the men in my family and I'm no different. I generally shave my head and compensate by growing a beard, like the hair migrated down my face. I think my cock is pretty decent, standing about six inches long with decent thickness. "Big enough to please the front door, small enough to fit in the back door," I always think.
The plane finally landed at the quiet little island airport and, through some small miracle, we caught the last shuttle to the resort. Everything was quiet when we pulled up, with just a few lights to lead us to registration. The man at the desk welcomed us warmly, gave us our keys, and showed us to our villa.
"Enjoy your time here. You'd be surprised at the effect the island has on people," he said and left us with a knowing grin.
"Yeah, whatever," I thought dismissively, dropping my bags where they were. Exhausted, I found the bed and flopped down. My wife had beaten me there and was already fast asleep.
- - - - -
"Sean - went for a swim. Join me when you wake up." I found the note written in Stacy's funky little cursive handwriting. She even signed it with a little heart.
I threw on a bathing suit, grabbed a towel and headed out through the villa's patio. I thought for sure she'd be in the pool, wearing her cute, but boring, one-piece suit. I really wanted her to show off her body a little bit more, practically begging her to wear a bikini to the beach. I wish she knew how much she still turned me on.
I looked all around the pool, then noticed the little path out to the beach, just past the villa next to ours. As I walked out, I saw her swimming in the surf, her auburn hair wet and shining in the sun. She spotted me, waved happily and started swimming in.
As she got to shallower water, she stood up and revealed the gold bikini I had bought for her 20 years earlier on our honeymoon. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I watched the beads of water dripping off her hips as she made her way to me. The yellow gold of the bikini perfectly set off her beautifully tanned skin. The cool air and the wet bikini made her nipples stand out. She grabbed the towel off my shoulder and started to dry herself.
"I didn't realize you brought that suit," I stammered, trying not to stare.
"I don't know why, but I grabbed it last second," she said, adjusting the top and snapping her fingers across the bottom. "How does it look?"
"How does it look?" I said, rolling my unbelieving eyes. "Fucking great. I can't believe it still fits."
I cringed as I realized what I had just implied.
"Hey, I work hard to stay in shape," she said, punching me lightly in the shoulder. "I know this is an old suit but I think it looks good."
I was having trouble judging this playful tone from her.
"Only way it would look better is minus that top," I said, trying to be obvious with the "kidding/not kidding" attitude.
She eyed me for a minute. A little smile formed on that perfect face.
"Hell, why not," she said, reaching for the back strings. She untied them, then reached up under her hair and undid the top strings. She made eye contact with me, then slowly peeled the cups of the bikini off her breasts. She handed me the top.
At this point, my mind was racing and my cock was aching. I caved in first and broke eye contact, letting my eyes wander down her body and taking in the sight of my beautiful, reserved wife standing topless on a public beach.
"What, did I fucking break you?" Stacy asked. "It's just tits. Let's go for a walk."
I nodded, then hustled after her down the beach. She had draped the towel over her shoulders, so her breasts were somewhat covered. It was still obvious she wasn't wearing a top, and I kept looking around for other people, unsure what her reaction would be if we came across anyone. My cock was clearly pointing the way as her hips swayed ahead of me.
"Ooh, look - piña coladas," Stacy said, snapping me out of my lusty thoughts.
She picked up the pace and got to the stand ahead of me.
"Umm, ahh, I don't have my wallet," I said to the guy at the stand, patting my bathing suit. He looked familiar.
"Not a problem at all, señor," the man said, putting down the magazine he was reading. "Everything at the resort is included."
He handed us our drinks, taking a long moment to look at my wife. She seemed to notice and acted like she was brushing some sand off her belly, moving the towel to the side to give him an unobstructed view of her breasts.
"Enjoy your day, señor," he said, giving me a knowing wink as he turned back to his magazine.
- - - - -
"That dude was totally looking at your tits," I said jealously as we approached the pool outside our villa.
My wife took a long pull on her straw, pushed the towel back and looked at me.
"Why shouldn't he?" she asked. "I spent the last two weeks working on my tan preparing to be here."
I stopped walking in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah, ever since you got the tickets from Nate," she said. "What, do you think this tan just happened today? Did you not notice?"
"Well, I'm noticing now," I said defensively. "You look great. My cock feels like it's going to break."