For those that have never been, Fantasy Fest in Key West can be quite an eye opening experience. Held in late Oct. each year it is sort of a Floridian Mardi Gras. Lots of bare or semi bare flesh and body painting on the female form have become very popular.
This past year my wife and I were able to attend, thanks to her company's owner having reserved all the rooms in a guest house long ago. One of her co-workers had a last minute family emergency and he asked us to take his place. He warned her that the Festival and the company's participation can get quite wild. My wife told me that she insured him that she was more than ready to get a little wild too. The attendee's would be about a dozen couples and a few single men.
Deb and I are both in our 40's with two teens at home. She has managed to work, raise them both and still keep her figure in fine shape. She's 5'5" and about 120 # or less with a still slender waist and very little sag to her breasts. She wears a 34c bra and a size 6 dress, sometimes she can even slide into size 4. I'm 6'2" and after recent dieting got myself almost back to 190.
After flying down through Miami we took a cab to the guest house her company had completely reserved. The accommodations were made up in an L shaped, two story older home that had been divided into very nicely furnished rooms. All rooms opened onto wrap around porches on both levels with a pool in the bend of the L. With a covered bar and with bartender at the other end and privately lushly landscaped grounds it was quite the little tropical paradise.
After checking in and quickly donning lighter attire we joined the cocktail party already in progress by the pool. Deb and on shorts and a sleeves blouse tied at the waist and had, at my urging, left the upper buttons undone showing ample cleavage. She was a little nervous to be showing the cleavage but she was soon relaxed upon observing at most of the other wives were showing similar amounts of skin.
The party was well underway and some of the people were starting to use the pool. I have to admit that I thought the other wives were wearing skimpy bathing suits that they would not normally wear at home. I mentioned this to Deb who responded by asking if she should shop for something a lot more revealing. I eagerly agreed because I had always loved seeing others admiring her still excellent figure.
After a few drinks and snacks she and a couple of other women announced that they wanted to walk the two blocks to Duval St. and do some shopping for some more "appropriate" clothing. Off they went leaving me to relax and watch the scenery.
Later, the girls returned with my giggling and laughing it seemed that they had not only bought some suites and other attire but hut managed to stop for another drink and flirted with some young men at a bar. Deb went to our room to change and returned wearing shorts and a very small bathing suit top that consisted of two triangles barely covering her nipples. She and the other women had even more to drink, laughing like school girls; very tipsy but not sloppy.
The girls were flirting with the twenty-something bartender and dared each other to show him the rest of there suits. Finally Deb took the dare and with a wiggle of her butt facing him she dropped her shorts to reveal the tiniest string bikini bottom I had ever seen. From the rear that she was showing, the only part of the suit you could see was the string across her waist and one string that disappeared between her ass cheeks. Her ass was completely exposed to his, my, and all the others stare. And boy did they all stare; and holler and whistle. And boy did I get an instant bulge in my shorts.
Here was my wife in broad day light with her ass totally bare and as she turned around all that hid her mound was a tiny cloth triangle. One of the other women laughed and said that when they had returned from shopping Deb had needed a quick shaving to wear the suit that they said was called a "Wicked Weasel".
