My wife Mandy and I had less than one-week left of our Caribbean vacation, and neither one of us wanted to go home. The beaches and water were spectacular, and all of the people on the island were very nice to us.
From the beginning of the vacation we had kept running into another couple, Steve and Angie, who were probably 10 years older than we were. We did everything with Steve and Angie, including sightseeing and lying by the beach.
Because she was shy, Mandy didn’t take her top off at the beach, even though 90% of the other women were topless. Steve and I loved watching all the big boobies walking by, and would poke each other if a really nice set happened to walk past.
Mandy and Angie were no slouches in the chest department, and could have easily competed with the other girls on the beach had they decided to go topless. I was really hoping that Mandy was going to take her top off, as the white flesh of her boobs would have looked sexy next to the parts of her body that had been tanned. Steve told me that Angie usually took her top off at the beach, but since Mandy didn’t want to, Angie decided she wouldn’t either.
After we had hung out for a while, Steve and I started doing things away from the girls. We went swimming and to the fitness center when the girls would go into town to do some shopping. With only a few days before we had to leave, Steve confided in me during a workout that he would really love to see Mandy’s large C-cup titties in all their glory.
He said he had gotten a boner many times seeing them bounce around in her bikini top, and that he would love to see them up close and naked. I smiled and told him that she did have round, full, wonderful breasts, but that she was too shy to show them off. Steve said that was too bad, and he’d be disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see them before leaving the islands.
The next day Mandy and I were scheduled to play beach volleyball with Steve and Angie, and we decided to take a shower prior to leaving. I had just showered, and was waiting for her to come out when I noticed that her bathing suit top and bottoms were lying on the bed. This is when an idea popped into my head that would help Steve fulfill his wish.
The bikini top and thong bottom my wife wore each had a clasp that held the suit on in the back. I took each clasp and bent it, almost to the point of breaking it, so that any amount of extra movement would cause it to snap.