This story involves a wife knowingly and freely cheating on her husband right in front of him. If you don't appreciate cuckold stories, do not read this.
As with all my stories, this story is inspired primarily by Jet Lag, and similarities in theme or style are credited entirely to him.
About a week ago, my wife Annie and I were invited to a beach resort along with a bunch of her coworkers. She works in the marketing department at a large company which did very well in the past few years, and the employees were starting to get a lot of perks, one of which was the resort trip.
I was eager to go, although I was worried about meeting Annie's coworkers. Her company had a very informal culture, and Annie would sometimes tell me about all the flirting and pinching that went on during the workday. I worked at a law firm, which was very uptight and professional, and flirting was considered inappropriate. Over the years, some of it had rubbed off on me, and I was becoming more straight-laced and formal. I wasn't sure I would fit in with Annie's group.
Annie herself is a knockout. She's twenty-six, with very short, stylish blond hair and a beautiful face. She's a little shorter than average, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. She would look like a pixie if she didn't have magnificent C cup breasts, which look fantastic on her frame. They're full and round, and they sit high on her chest. We met in college and hit it off pretty quickly, and married soon after we graduated. She wasn't very experienced sexually, although I wasn't her first.
The day of the trip, we drove out to the resort. On the way there, Annie mentioned that she bought a new bikini for the weekend.
"Trying to show off for everyone, huh?" I kidded her.
"Maybe," she answered, with a smile.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. It wasn't like Annie to really show herself off. I had a difficult time just getting to wear skimpy underwear.
"Nothing, nothing," she laughed. "I've told you about all the flirting that goes on at the office. This is just another way to tease the guys."
"What are some of the other ways you tease the guys?" I asked.
"It's not just me, silly, all the girls do it," she said. "Just flirting and stuff, you know. Talking dirty and a flash or two."
"Wait, what?" I practically shouted. "A flash? You've flashed guys?"
"Oh, sweetie, it's no big deal," she replied. "It's teasing. We just pull up our shirts sometimes. It's just boobs."
I was flabbergasted. My wife was showing off her tits to other guys? Other guys at work? That was unlike everything I knew about Annie. Just how friendly was she with these guys, anyway? I started to feel a bit of dread as we approached the resort.
We pulled up to the resort soon after. As we carried our luggage into the lobby, a group of people waved Annie over. They were some of her coworkers, and she introduced me. Among the guys there was Alan, Dave, Eddie, and Gary. Among the girls there was Ashley, Christine, Molly, and Nicole.
The group told Annie that everyone was meeting by the private pool to get in the water and have a few drinks before going to the beach. We agreed to meet them there as soon as we got in our swimsuits.
As we turned to leave, Alan reached over and pinched Annie's tush. She squealed and pushed him away. I was about to jump in, but everyone started laughing, including Annie, so I figured it was some harmless flirting. I didn't want to come off as prudish in the first five minutes, so I kept quiet.
We got to our room and started changing into our swimsuits. Annie went into the bathroom to change and came out wrapped in a towel. I wanted to see what she had on, but she cut me off before I could say anything with a "C'mon, let's go!"
I grabbed a book and followed her around the hotel and onto the pool deck. The company must've rented out the entire pool, because there were company logos on the towels and welcome signs. There were about fifty people milling around the pool. Most of them were guys, and to my disappointment, many of them looked young and attractive. The girls were nothing to complain about, though. A lot of them were wearing skimpy bikinis and looked great.
I turned to ask Annie where her friends were, when I saw her open up her towel. I was stunned at what I saw: she was wearing an extremely revealing dark red bikini, that looked a size too small. The top was straining against her breasts, and it looked like the strings were ready to snap. The bottom was almost a thong, cut high to show off her legs. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
No wonder she wrapped herself in a towel in the room, I thought. She knew I'd be concerned about her wearing that. I was about to say something when I heard a voice from the pool shout, "Hey, look at Annie!"
This was followed by a chorus of wolf whistles and howls from guys all over the place. Annie giggled and struck a pose, showing off her tight stomach and great legs. She turned to me and said, "See? It's just teasing!"
I nodded and kept my mouth shut. I wish she had said something about how revealing the swimsuit was, but that wasn't anything to really get mad about. It was still a bikini. Besides, if some guys wanted to ogle my wife, what was the harm in that? I could even see myself being proud of it.
I laid back in the lawn chair and opened my book while Annie walked over to her friends. I had planned to spend some reading, but I found my gaze wandering back to Annie. Every time I looked at her she was flirting with a guy. Eventually I stopped reading altogether and just watched her while pretending to read.
The company had an open bar on the deck, which I visited a couple of times to get a beer. There was a lot of drinking going on, though - apparently this was a real party crowd. I saw Annie go there several times for margaritas, and there's no telling how many times other people got drinks for her. But she was definitely getting more drunk as the day progressed. It didn't help that guys were goading her, and the rest of the girls, to drink. At one point, Dave even challenged Annie to a chugging contest with their mixed drinks. Dave won easily, since Annie was already somewhat tipsy.
I eventually went back to my reading, until Annie came up to me. She had just been in the pool and was soaking wet. With her bikini clinging to her every curve, she looked even hotter. "Hi, hon," she said, somewhat slurred. "You relaxing?"
"Yeah," I said. "You having fun?"
