How about this one? My wife Joan said as she modeled another bikini in front of me. We were getting ready to go on vacation, our first one in years and we really were looking forward to it.
Joan is 29 and looks amazing. She has a very trim body and stands 5'7" tall. She had nice C Cup breasts with nipples that still point to the sky. I encouraged her to get some new bikinis since up to this point over the last few years we have only went on vacations with our families which meant one piece suits.
As she modeled it, I really liked how it fit her, but her whole butt was covered. Now I think her best asset is her butt so I was trying to encourage her to be a little more revealing. She went into the bathroom and came out wearing the next one. This was an amazing blue that accentuated her skin and her blonde hair. When she turned it was a Brazilian cut, which meant part of her cheeks were on display. I sat up more on the bed. "Now I like that."
She just giggled and said "I thought you might. I bought a blue one and a red one." She was so happy and we were so in love.
"I have one more to try on" and she bounced into the bathroom. A few minutes later she came out in a black bikini and my mouth hit the floor. It had small triangles that barely covered her nipples and a small patch of black material covered her front. a string went around both sides of her waist and when she spun it turned out to be a thong. I was immediately aroused and speechless.
"Don't get excited. I bought this as an impulse but I probably won't wear it."
"Come on!" I practically begged. "No one will know us and it would be nice to see you like that."
I reached out for her and she batted my hands away while she went back to the bathroom. "No sir, you are here just to look and give your opinion." She laughed as both butt cheeks bounced, free of any material to support them.
She came out a short time later in her standard panties and t-shirt. She looked amazing no matter what she wore. She ended up jumping and landing beside me on the bed almost knocking me off the bed. She laughed and finally cuddled up next to me.
"So would you really want me to wear that in public?" She craned her head to meet my eyes.
"Absolutely. You look amazing and I think it's hot when other guys check you out."
"You're weird, no one wants to look at me."
"What? You look more amazing now than you did on our wedding day."
She just grinned and melted into my arm. That's when she saw my tent in my pants. "Looks like the idea really does turn you on." She motioned toward my erection that was trying to break through the fabric and spring free.
"You know it's a fantasy of mine to see you with another man. I know you say you don't want to do that. But if I can't have that, at least I can watch men drool all over you wanting to be with you."
Joan blushed but in truth she loved the attention. We had been married for 4 years and dated a year before that. We met after college and fell in love. Joan had been a wild child in High School and College, but since she met me she had toned it down severely.
She was reluctant to tell me anything about her sexual history other than the basics. She always said that was in the past. But from some of the stories she told me once she had a glass of wine or two, she was wild and I do mean wild. I knew of at least one time she experimented with another girl, but her big thing was she loved cock. She couldn't get enough. She was always shy about details and embarrassed but from what I had gathered she always had a man and usually a "Friend with benefits" on the side in case the boyfriend didn't work out.
She had guys lining up to take her on vacation or rent a cabin in the mountains for a weekend. Joan got to live and enjoy life and they got to enjoy her body until she tired of them and went to the next guy.
I wasn't jealous, we both had lives before we met. True I had only been with a couple of ladies, but I was no saint either. I would never judge her for enjoying herself. Plus hearing about her stories and imagining her with other men was sometimes the best thing to masturbate to. I know that sounds strange, but my wife was the most beautiful woman in the world to me and who wouldn't want to see her in the throws of passion.
I remember one night after a bottle of wine she told me about a guy she met from work. He was a delivery driver and flirted with her a lot. She had always wanted to go to New York and see the Big Apple, so when he asked her to go and he would pay for everything she jumped at the idea. When she was tipsy she had eluded to the fact that they flew there and he paid for a room for the weekend. She said that he "got his money's worth" in her words as they had sex several times a day in any position they could think of. She would have never admitted this sober, but she told me he was the first man to get all three of her holes in one session. That revelation was the thoughts behind many a masturbation session on my part.
My name is Dave and I just turned 30. I'm in IT so I sit around a lot under fluorescent lights. I'm not in bad shape but I'm not muscular like I was in my early 20s. I know I'm about average in the cock department but Joan says she loves it and is very happy.
In one of her previous relationships she did tell me she once had a boyfriend with a 8" and very thick cock. One night after a few drinks she did tell me that she really enjoyed it unless he got really horny and started pounding away. Then it felt like it was coming out her throat and actually made her sore and hurt for a few days.
I think she was embarrassed to tell me too much about her past because she was afraid I would look down on her. But just the opposite was true. The more she told me over the years, the more attractive she became. Even if her and I had more of a vanilla sex life, knowing that she had been wild in her younger years was enough to drive me crazy.
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As we stepped off the plane the sun was shining. It was a gorgeous day and everything looked amazing. The cab ride to the resort was quick and we were both just enjoying the scenery.
Once we got to the resort and checked in, they showed us to our suite. We were put on the tenth floor with a nice view of the ocean. The balcony overlooked the grounds including both pools. They had told us that there the grounds were split to cater to both types of vacationers.
The main Hotel had a couple of restaurants on the main floor and a dance club on the second floor. When you walked out toward the beach there was a path that went out and then split. The path to the right led you to a pool with a lounge chairs around it. The pool itself was wide open and had a great view of the ocean. This was where most of the older and conservative couples hung out. It was quite and more for relaxing. There was a small bar beside the pool that you could go up and get drinks but for the most part, they left you to enjoy nature.
The path to the left took you to the other pool. This had an actual swim up bar, with concrete bar stools in the water. On the other end of the pool, there was a small hut where they played music all day. The pool was circular with an island in the middle with tables on it. There was a small bridge over to that island and it created a small tunnel under it. The whole other end of the pool was open and it was where the hotel staff would initiate volleyball and other activities during the day.
When we got changed and went down, Joan wanted to go to the right and explore. The pool was quiet with about 20 guests laying around it. Some were tanning while others read. Very quite and relaxing.
Joan scrunched her nose a little bit. "Let's keep exploring she said."
We back tracked and went to the other pool. There was a wall made of tall bushes along the trail to give the pool more of a "hidden" vibe. We could hear the music coming from behind the wall before we got there. We turned the corner and took it all in, this side was by far the much more exciting. People were hanging out in groups, playing volleyball and sitting on concrete bar stools in the water at the swim up bar.
Joan turned to me "This looks like fun. Let's stay here." I agreed and we found some chairs. As we were getting settled I looked over and saw Joan drop her wrap. She was wearing the blue swimsuit and looked amazing. Her butt cheeks jiggled slightly while she bent over and spread her towel out. As I looked around I saw that a couple of the guys at the bar were checking her out. I just smiled in appreciation.
