A while back I found a web site that sold the most beautiful sexy little bikinis you have ever seen. So naturally I bought three of them for my beautiful wife Macy.
We were planning a trip back to the Dominican Republic and I wanted to give her a special surprise, and I thought these bikinis would compliment and display her curvaceous body perfectly.
For those of you who haven't read any of my previous stories allow me to describe Macy. She is 5'7" tall with shoulder length golden blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. Long strong legs topped by a peach shaped ass and the most fantastic set of natural 36DD tits I have ever seen.
I bought what the good people that manufacturer of these wicked little bikinis call a Diamond Lace bikini in turquoise, a Satin Sheer in pink, and an Eyelet Mesh in black.
They were all made of a stretch material. So right out the package they seemed extremely small before the elastic fibers were allowed strained and elongated over the sumptuous sensual curves of the female form. They were also quite sheer. Shadows and glimpses of flesh evident through the diaphanous weave of the fabric supplying minimal coverage at best. These sexy little bikinis were clearly not for the timid or faint of heart, so I believed they would suit Macy perfectly.
Macy and I have been exploring the limits (if there are any) of our joint sexual existence. She has recently found that she felt more then just comfortable in the persona of the aluring temptress. She has taken to teasing and occasional flashing. Most of the time without seeming overt. She has as I have detailed in a previous story had limited sexual contact with another man. So I had no doubt that she would thoroughly enjoy her new revealing beach and pool attire... My how things have changed.
The last time we were in Punta Cana she had made several comments about the European women going topless on the beach, and the men (including me) watching them.
"Why are men so mesmerized by a woman's breasts?" She asked.
"Well aside from the beautiful smooth curves. The sensual movements, and the fact that men are more visual then women are. There is a scientific explanation. I just saw a show about human sexuality on the science channel and they said that a woman's breasts were not just for feeding baby's. They said that they were also part of the sexuality. That women displayed their breasts showing their desire and desirability. Primal man being hunters and as I said, they were very visual. The sight of a woman's breast stimulated something in the visual region of the brain. So I guess men look because we are designed to look hunting if you will, for the best mate. That and we enjoy looking."
"So you look because it natural for you to look?"
"Yeah something like that. It's in our hard wiring."
"Well it's hard," she said with a smirk, "but I don't know if I'd call it wiring."
Looking intently at her I said. "You know I wouldn't mind if you went topless on the beach.
"In your dreams," she laughed.
"Yeah mine and every other guy on this beach."
"Forget it. If you want to see my breasts you can look all you want when we get back to our room, but I don't want every lecherous male on the beach gawking at me. It's bad enough how they look at me now."
That's how our last vacation went. We had a good time but my wife's top stayed on in public. I was hoping this time would be different.
We had an early flight out of Newark N.J. and we landed in Punta Cana around 10:30am. We had done this before so we had all our forms filled out and quickly made our way through customs and immigration. By 11:15 we were in a cab and heading for our hotel, which was about a thirty five minute drive from the airport.
We had picked this hotel for several reasons. It was highly rated for facilities amenities and food. It was all inclusive so we didn't have to worry about carrying money or running a tab, and it was couples only. No kids, no singles, and in the Dominican Republic for better or worst a couple consists a man and a woman. Those are their rules not mine if you don't like it take it up with them.
We checked in and were promptly brought through the lush tropical grounds on the back of a golf cart to a four story waterfront building.
The room was on the forth floor had a balcony with a great view of the palm tree shaded beach that went on for miles. The bright blue sky had a few puffy clouds slowly drifting by, and the ocean was a composition in shades, from pale aqua marine to a deep ocean blue. The waves crashed on the barrier reef about a half mile off shore leaving the water at the sands edge calm and tranquil with little more then a knee high wave.
From our balcony we could see people some in small groups some couples walking on clean paved paths to and from the beach. It looked like paradise to me but something seemed to be troubling Macy.
"What's wrong honey?" I asked.
"Oh nothing really."
"OK... That means something is wrong, what's bothering you?"
What came next is the absolute truth you can't make this stuff up.
"I should have looked at our old vacation picture before we came here. You know ... the pictures you took of the beach that just happened to have a group of women walking past. I'd forgotten how small the bikinis are that the euro women wear. My bikinis may be sexy at home but here I'm going to look like I'm wearing a wet suit in my north east American bikini."
"Well I may have a solution to your problem." I said as I reached for my carry on bag. (Yes I put them in my carry on I didn't want to take the chance of them being lost). Anyway I reached into my bag and took out three small plastic bags, each about the size of a zip lock sandwich bag and placed them on the bed. I looked at her and smiled. "I don't want the European women to have anything over my sexy American wife."
"What are they?" She asked quizzically.
"They ... are your new bikinis."
"Oh my god honey ... They are so tiny... They will never fit me."
"Sure they will they are your size according to the manufacture. They stretch just try one on."
"OK... but I don't think I can go out in these."
She picked up the turquoise bikini and went into the bathroom to get changed.
"Are you ready," she called.
"I was born ready," I answered.
Macy stepped from the bathroom with some trepidation. "How do I look? Do you like it?" She asked with a sexy knowing smile.
I know that my jaw almost hit the floor at the first sight of her. "WOW honey you look ... you look fantastic!" I said as she did a little pirouette.
The stretched turquoise material pulled taut across her voluptuous breasts. The shadows of her mocha colored nipples and areolas just viable through the expanded lace. The small triangle that covered pubic mound was equally stretched and made it clear the she was shaved smooth, while the string back left her delectable ass completely exposed.
Seeing the expression on my face and hearing my assessment of her looks Macy walked over to me and gave me a big kiss. Pressing her scantly clad body against me. "I love you," she whispered. "Thank you this is a wonderful surprise. Most men wouldn't want their wife wear something quite this revealing."
"Well I'm glad you like it, and I'm not most men, but you may be right. Maybe you shouldn't wear it out."
Macy had a disappointed look on her face. "Why?"
I pointed between my legs and laughed. "Because unless we are going camping I can't go around like this all day!" The tent that formed on the front of my shorts showed my excitement and appreciation for how she looked.
She just laughed. "Oh I can fix that!" She cooed as she went to her knees tugged at my shorts pulling the to my ankles with one swift motion. Causing my cock to spring to attention right at her eye level.
My sexy wife giggled with delight and held up her hand. "See they even sent me a matching scrunchy for my hair. I guess wearing one of these bikinis you have to be ready to give a blow job at a moments notice." She said laughing as her mouth engulfed the head of my hard cock.
My knees almost buckled at the feel of Macy taking me down her throat. Her head bobbed with purpose and intent. She was on a mission. She sucked and moaned sending shivers of vibration racing through my aching cock. I looked down at her kneeling at my feet voraciously licking and sucking my cock smiling back up at me.
"Come on baby. Cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum." She moaned and then took me deep down her throat again.
I could hear the slurping sucking sounds as she pulled my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the head teasing the sensitive nerves of my glands.
Her head bobbed swiftly sucking me deep as her blonde pony tail with the matching scrunchy bounced and swished behind her head. Giving me a great view of her masterful mouth at work.
I could feel my balls tighten in her hand as she squeezed them firmly. "Oh fuck honey here it comes." I groaned. Macy pressed her chin against my tight balls as I let loose a torrent of hot pearl white sperm into her throat and waiting mouth.
She milked my cock with her strong slenger hand making sure to get the last drop. Licking it from my softening cock with the tip of her pink tongue. Making a show of swirling it in her mouth as she savored it and licking her lips clean. Giving my cock one last lick and a kiss. "Good to the last drop," she said smiling up at me her eyes wide and bright.
"OK ... Get your bathing suit on so we can get to the beach," she said as she tied a sheer flowered sarong around her waist. Her pillowy tits jiggling and swaying with every sensual move barely encased in the expanded lace of her turquoise bikini top.
I threw a bottle of sun tan lotion our books and an extra tee shirt in my back pack and we were off to the beach. We would pick up beach towels at the hut on the way.
As we walked I could see that Macy had already caught the eye of a few guys. I'm sure she was aware of it too because she seemed to put a little extra spring into her step. Causing her seductive breasts to bounce and jiggle a little more, and a little extra sway into her hip swish. This was a good first step to a great vacation.
We continued down the path and stopped at the first bar we came to on our way to the beach. It was located next to the huge free form pool which also had a swim up bar. It was obvious that the swim up bar was the place to hang out in the pool. There was music playing and a waterfall where you could get a good splashing to cool off.
The bar tender greeted us with a big smile. "Hello! You are just gotten here I can tell because I have not seen you before. I am Miguel" He said enthusiastically. "May I help you sir?" Looking at both me and Macy, more at Macy I think.
