Note...In order for this to make sense, Part 1 should be read first.
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Marge and I had our morning shower and got ready for our coming boat ride. I threw on my favorite Mets t-shirt and a pair of shorts but Marge dressed for the kill. It seemed that when she'd confessed having the hots for Hans a big weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she was starting to make up for lost time.
After slipping on her new thong, she pulled a breezy looking off the shoulder pale yellow sundress over her head, and then topped it off with a wide brimmed straw hat with a black bow in the front. Her dress just barely covered her shapely ass and together with the hat and a pair of open toe low heels, it made her look as cute as a button.
Then my budding slut surprised me even more by fastening a gold bracelet on her ankle she must have picked up in the hotel's gift shop.
"You look great Marge, jeez, I had no idea you owned anything that short, and that ankle bracelet looks really hot!"
"The dress is a going away gift the girls got me dear. They wanted their mom to look cool on her vacation. What do you think? Do I look cool?"
She smiled coyly, turned her back on me, and bent over exposing her nearly naked ass. I had never seen her look so slutty. Marge was going through a metamorphosis before my very eyes.
The lipstick she wore was scarlet red and glossy, accenting her plump lips, and when she smiled, she had the look of a woman that liked to suck cock. Imagining those lips wrapped around Hans's big cock had me dripping precum like a leaky faucet.
"I don't know about making you look cool honey. If anything, I'd say it makes you look hotter than hell! If Hans doesn't go after you today, it's sure not going to be through any fault of your own. God you look so fuckable! What a change!"
Marge blushed and looked away. I think she was still trying to get her head around the fact she was so horny for another man and I was encouraging her to fuck him. This was new territory for her. Having the man you're married to helping to get you a good screwing wasn't exactly something she'd been taught to do in any of her Sunday school classes. It's hard to put away a lifetime of rules.
"You know Marge, its nice to finally meet the real you." I smiled. "The one that doesn't listen to all those thou shalt nots. Look at what a sexpot you've become in just two days! You've really loosened up. It must feel good to you, too."
"I can't say I'm not scared, but it is exciting Fred! I'm sorry that our marriage has been so predictable. I've been a bit of a wet blanket up until now, haven't I?"
"Don't worry about it baby. Let's just say we lost our way for a while, and leave it at that. Anyway, we've got a lot of catching up to do!"
"I'm still so nervous about today Fred. I don't even know where to start!"
"Relax baby...all you need to do is show up and let nature take its course. There's no script for these things!"
"Fred, I love you so much... you're sure you're okay with what might happen today?"
I took her hand and placed it on my stiffening cock.
"Are you kidding Marge? Is this enough proof for you? Now we'd better get a move on. It's getting late and they'll be wondering if were coming!"
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Sure enough when we got to the lobby, they had just called a taxi. The three of them greeted us warmly.
"Marge! Fred! Thank god, you're here! We thought you'd changed your minds and we were about to go without you."
Hans beamed at Marge and looked her up and down.
"How lovely you are Marge. What a beautiful body you have." He turned to me. "Fred you're a very lucky man!"
"You told me beautiful things are meant to be admired, but I think they're also meant to be shared. Don't you think so, Hans?"
"Yes, yes, I believe you're right!" he said, giving me a faint smile.
I shook his hand and we exchanged knowing looks. A sexual tension hung in the air as Frieda and Anika looked on with predatory smiles. .I felt a surge of excitement that only men who have shared their wives could ever know. My balls ached with the knowledge that I had just given this young German bull permission to fuck my wife.
Marge just stood there quietly, looking flushed with her head bowed submissively. Frieda and Anika each took her by an arm and led her towards the waiting taxi.
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As the island grew near, Hans turned off the motor and the boat drifted towards shore. Taking the rope tied to its bow; he leapt out of the boat and waded through the warm shallow water until he had pulled us all to dry land.
Once we were all ashore, Frieda and Anika spread out a blanket on the sand under some palm trees, and took out a bottle of wine and plastic glasses from a cooler that they had carried ashore. The beach Hans picked was a picture postcard setting with a little crescent shaped bay, white powdery sand, and turquoise water fringed with coconut palms.
