I met my wife during my junior year in University. A perfect 5'7" figure, small breasted, a picture perfect behind, and the most magnificent green eyes I had ever seen. She captivated me completely, it was love at first sight and we were married seven months later. She had a year to go after I graduated so I stayed on beginning my masters' studies while waiting for her to finish. I am from Chile and anticipated that after she graduated, I would return home with my new wife and degree in hand. However, an exceptional job opportunity arose which I accepted so we headed for New York instead.
For both of us living and working in New York was an experience. Gail had a conservative North Carolina upbringing, she participated in sports but, to give you an idea of her parent's control, they would not let her become a cheerleader. What I first thought was prudishness in her was simply because she was very shy, as beautiful as she was she still felt insecure. Not with me, mind you, for she was an enthusiastic partner in everything we did including experimenting openly in bed.
During our second year of marriage we went to a Hockey game. We had dinner planned after the game so Gail dressing in a mid thigh skirt, a silky blouse and jacket. A guy, probably in his mid twenty's, sitting a row in front and to her left kept turning to look at Gail. When she noticed his constant looking she asked me in a whisper ". Why is he starring at me, do I look alright?" When I told her that I was sure it was because he found her beautiful and that he was probably hoping he could look up her skirt, she actually flushed, starred at me but never said a word. I held her hand and watched the game. Again he turned starring at her and I felt her squeeze my hand. I asked if she would like to move to another seat and she said, "No". Then I tried, "why don't you open your legs a bit and let him look. He can't see more then on the beach." She starred at me again not saying anything. Maybe five minutes passed when she nudged me and whispered, "I'm doing it". She was looking straight in my eyes and when I glanced down from her flushed face, her legs were slightly parted, and our good neighbor, trying to act nonchalant, had obviously noticed as well. I was thrilled but strained to act detached and said, "that's exciting, just open them a little more each time he turns away". And, she did. Enough that I am certain the guy in front had a clear view of her scantly clad pussy because Gail always wears embroidered underwear that has no elastic around the crotch.
For months afterward whenever I mentioned her flashing during our love making Gail would get excited. I'd ask "did it turn you on?" and she would simply reply, "Yes".
She never gave an explanation about what she hoped or to where her fantasy was leading.
Some time later, on a holiday in Ocho Rios we spent the day at the pool with all sorts of men putting on a show for Gail and the only other two women at the pool. Gail did a bit of showing in response. At lunch she admitted how turned on it had made her (the Sun did that to her too). I suggested she do it again the next day but I advised her to plan it well. We had a torrid session in bed that night talking about her flashing and imagining.
When we returned to the pool the next day she oiled her body then lay on her back on the lounge. Ten minutes later she reached for a towel to dab at her face and chest then lay the towel over her waist and thighs. Some moments later I noticed her fidgeting, then she turned over to lie on her stomach, discarding the towel. Her legs were slightly spread apart but her bikini covered her bottom so I didn't think she was flashing. The pool attendant, a young wiry black youth came to our lounge and asked if we wanted drinks. He stood at the base of Gail's lounge chair while Gail raised her hand to cover her eyes from the sun and asked for tea. He asked to see my key and when I turned back to show it to him I noticed his glance was directed at Gail's behind and crotch.
"I'm not directly facing the sun ", I said as an excuse to stand and move around. I stepped to the back of my lounge and bent down to slide it around. My face was two feet above Gail's feet and her legs, though not wide apart, left a six-inch space at her crotch. Her pussy was exposed. The slit on her left side was open to my gaze, her bikini bottom partially stuck in her lips, the rest bunched to one side. My cock sprang to hardness.
I lay on my lounge so turned on, and surprised too, at how well she had planned.
Then Gail turned over. She took a quick look around the pool then lay down and spread her legs just a little wider. The pool attendant walked back with our drinks and stood at the base of her chair. He served from there and kept coming back to see if we needed anything. She took a special interest in the lanky young attendant bringing towels and pitchers of tea every half hour. When she saw him coming she'd open her legs further. He'd lean down to place the towels at the end of the recliner starring at her pussy as long as he could then asking if she wanted more tea. Their eye contact was steamy and Gail's eyes were glazed. He'd lean down to place the towels at the end of the recliner starring at her pussy as longingly ask if she wanted anything. That night in bed Gail was torrid in our love-making, I'm sure thinking about the young attendant but not admitting it when I asked.
I was with the company four years when they asked me to take a two-year assignment in Santiago to open an new office there. My wife Gail readily agreed to leave her job and we were both excited that I had the opportunity to go home and Gail would now learn about my country as well as get to know my family, since they had only met during brief visits.
We were in Santiago less then two months and Gail found a position with an International shipping company. Setting up house and organizing our new jobs occupied our time completely. It was during our third month in Chile that I asked Gail if she thought it a good idea for me to invite some co-workers over for a party. I was pleased when she agreed and said it was about time we took some private time, at least a weekend, to relax.
We invited four couples over for a Saturday evening poolside barbecue, one of the couples from Gail's office and the others my colleagues from work. On the Saturday of the barbecue we shopped for food and wine and while Gail and the maid were in the kitchen preparing the food I worked in the yard and around the pool.
I was cleaning the pool when I noticed something move in my neighbors yard. Knowing my neighbors were away, I walked to the passage door to check. I noticed that the father of our neighbor was working at their pool. I had met him before his name was Werner. We talked for a good ten minutes then he offered me a beer, and we wound up speaking for half an hour. He was not staying at the house just cleaning the pool while his daughter was away for more then a week.
Werner is a Chilean of German ancestry, a very solidly built man just under 6' and I guess in his mid-forties. My neighbors had mentioned he was a container vessel captain, recently divorced and, because of his work, rarely at home. I found Werner interesting and thought he would be nice company for the barbecue. He readily accepted my invitation and when I mentioned it to Gail she thought it was a good idea. Friendly neighbors stuff.
The guests began arriving around seven and started by sitting around the pool where they were served Kirs and canapés. Nelson, a colleague from work was chatting with Carlos and his wife Marissa while sharing an avocado dip. Nelsons wife Teresa was standing beside Werner at the back wall watching him toss horseshoes, which he seemed to do very competently. A half hour later I noticed Teresa with her back leaning into Werner taking lessons on tossing horseshoes, both seemed very intent on the lesson. We drank enormous quantities of wine and everyone seemed to be relaxed and enjoying themselves.
We finally gathered around the table to feast on roast lamb, Argentinean Churrasco, empanadas, salads, and many bottles of Tarrapca wine. After dinner we went into the living room, sitting in a small circle, where we continued to chat, while laser video music discs played softly in the entertainment center.
At one point I was sitting across from Carlos and Marissa and I noticed that I could clearly see the white patch of Marissa's underwear. Before long I noticed that she was directing her attention to Werner, who was sitting opposite her and was obviously connected to, and enjoying, the foreplay. Marissa would look up at him, move her legs or cross her ankles, her knees were at least six inches apart and her short skirt left a clear view to her crotch.
When we changed from wine to whiskey and my wife and I were preparing ice and glasses in the kitchen when she mentioned how much of Marissa she could see. I agreed and said how horny it made me and we both laughed. Twenty minutes later I went for our second bottle of whiskey and approached the bathroom as Marissa had just walked out. She did not see me but I did notice her placing something white in her small purse. A few minutes later I stood near Werner and again glanced at Marissa's long tanned legs. I could not see the white of her panties, in spite of her legs being even further apart then they had been before. I believe she had taken off her panties for Werner to better see her. Werner was taking advantage of the exciting view and drinking too fast in the process. I know he had three Kirs, lots of red wine, and was now working on his third whiskey water. "It was a good idea to invite Werner", Gail said softly, smiling knowingly to me as she reached between Werner and myself to place a tray of nuts on the end table.
We played a few games, told jokes mostly sitting in a circle except when someone would get up to freshen a drink or visit the WC. At one point both Marissa and Werner
