Our Weeend Adventure

A new story in the continuing saga of my wife Lauren.

It had been about seven months since Lauren gave birth to our second child. My petite little wife exclusively breastfed for the first six months, and was just now starting to cut down on the nursing as we introduced food into Junior's diet. Much like had happened with our first child, Lauren's milk-induced voluptuousness was beginning to enter the downward trend, with her just ever-so-slightly past peak size.

Nursing had dropped her from 95 down to 88 pounds (up from a low of 85), and her milk-engorged 34C bust really contrasted with her 4'11" frame. The hyperlactation of the first few months had subsided somewhat, and her breasts were beginning to loosen up a little and develop just a hint of sag and softness.

Lauren has dark wavy hair, a little past her shoulders. Since the birth of our son, she has begun to lose some of her modesty, and will now wear lower necklines with a little cleavage - while she still has it before the end of breastfeeding returns her to her 34A status quo. She even got a couple of bikinis for the swim season, although they are still very "safe" and not anything risque.

It had been almost eighteen months since we got a decent weekend away from the kids, and I managed to talk Lauren into leaving them with her parents so we could escape for a few days and unwind. Her biggest holdup was that the baby still was mostly nursing, but she had enough pumped milk stocked up in the freezer to last almost two weeks, much less a short trip. Having dispatched her objections, I booked a four-day/three-night stay at a Caribbean beach resort.

Vacation day arrive, and we loaded our bags in the van and dropped the kids off on the way to the airport. Lauren ran through all the final instructions with her parents, and we scooted off for our flight. The trip to the resort was uneventful, and we arrived without incident.

Upon landing, we took a shuttle to the resort, which was absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful weather, stunning beaches, and best of all... no kids! I had specifically chosen one of those adults-only resorts to help unwind. The place looked fabulous - our suite was spacious and the staff was very friendly and made a great first impression upon getting there.

After getting all our luggage settled, we changed into some more casual clothing and toured the resort. There were several different dining areas, including two poolside bars and grills, sports courts and a spacious spa complex. Pools and jacuzzis dotted the resort, while the soft sounds of surf floated from the white, sandy beach. We had a nice dinner at the seaside cafe, and spent the rest of the evening relaxing.

We ordered room service for breakfast, and when we finished Lauren wanted to hit the beach. She slipped out of her nightgown and opened up the dresser to pull out her swimsuit. Dressed only in some string bikini panties, I could see her breasts hang forward lightly as she bent over and dug through the drawer. Her lower milk production meant her breasts weren't quite as firm and taut as they had been in previous months, so they had a little more movement to them now. She pulled out a swimsuit and turned back to the bed, breasts jiggling as she sat back down. She reached over and pulled her breast pump from besides the bed, as she still needed to pump every five to six hours or so to keep her supply up while we were on vacation.

I watched as she started pumping on her left side. Her nipples stood at full attention, as she was full of milk from the overnight hours. Lauren had done a little bit of topless tanning in preparation for the trip, and had some light tanlines on her pale creamy skin (she never could really get a good tan with her light complexion).

She leaked a little bit while pumping, blotting it with a nursing pad and then switching sides. Pumping would buy her about five hours before she'd need to do it again. When she finished, she put on the swimsuit that she had grabbed.

Lauren surprised me by buying a new swimsuit for the trip. It was a bikini, more adventurous than her "family-friendly" ones that she had recently obtained. It was a light blue, sexy halter top with triangle cups that hugged the side, with no coverage in the center, just the connecting string. It made for some fantastic cleavage, and her areola would be in danger of slipping out if it loosened any. Lauren put her adhesive nursing pads in the cups and then realized that they'd have to be essentially cut in half in order to fit, so she trimmed them to fit with some scissors in her makeup bag. She had tie-side bottoms, with moderate coverage that showed just a tantalizing sliver of her butt cheeks.

We gathered our things together after breakfast and hit the beach. We set our things up and settled down for some relaxation. I grabbed a beach umbrella (not big on purposefully getting sunburned, myself), while Lauren stretched out on her belly on a towel, untying her top in the process. I rubbed some sunscreen on her, slipping my hands under her bottoms for a quick squeeze. I sat under the umbrella and popped open a book.

She flipped over after a while, carefully holding her top as she did so, tucking the strings underneath her top. I set my book down, and slathering sunscreen on her again, from toe to cheek. I couldn't help myself, and slid her bikini over to covertly expose her full breasts, twisting her nipples for a moment before covering her back up. She kicked at me lightly to get me back on task, and I finished my sun-protection job.

After a while, Lauren was ready for a dip to cool off. She put her top back together, and I watched as she sauntered off to the water, her butt jiggling lightly with each step. Mmmm... she looked so good.

After a minute or two, she came back to our spot. As she got closer, something looked a bit off with her bikini top. I realized that her nursing pads, being soaked with water, had slid out a bit, and were in partial view in her cleavage. Evidently she knew it as well, because when she sat down, she pulled them both out and readjusted herself as she laid back down again to soak up some rays.

Without the nursing pads in her bikini, her nipples were prominently visible through the wet material. Two pregnancies and two extended rounds of breastfeeding had given my Lauren permanently larger nipples which seemed to be erect more often than not, particularly when wet, cold, engorged, or aroused. Wearing a thin bikini without her nursing pads meant they would be pretty much impossible to hide.

I got up and went to take a dip myself. When I returned to our spot, Lauren was laying on her right side, reading a book. She presented an enticing silhouette, with her waist and hip giving a nice contrast. When I got closer, I could see that the areola on her left breast had slipped out, and the poke on her bikini indicated that her nipple was about to follow suit. I sat back down, and pulled my phone out to covertly document the occasion. A short while later, I was rewarded when gravity gently slipped her nip into view. She rolled onto her stomach and read while propped up on her elbows.

Time passed, and as lunchtime started to get closer, it was getting pretty warm. The beach was pretty crowded at this point, and we both figured that we'd baked long enough, so we went for another dip in the water. We horsed around for a bit in the surf, enjoying the relative coolness of the water. I went a bit further out as Lauren worked her way back to the shoreline. I'm not a great swimmer, so I just went as far as I could reach, and came back.

As I returned, I saw that Lauren was standing at the edge of the waves, talking with a guy who had his back to me. When I got to within about 20 feet, Lauren pointed to me, and he turned around. It took me a moment to two before I recognized him.

"Never expected to see you here!" said Chad. Chad had gone to high school with us both, and at one time had even dated Lauren for a few months. I hadn't seen him in probably five or six years, as he no longer lived in the area. Chad had played on the baseball team, and during his school years had an arrogant streak; I hadn't been a fan during those years.

We exchanged pleasantries, and made some small talk. Chad had never married, but was here at the resort with a group of friends - some married couples, some singles. None of them were from our area or in our circle of acquaintances.

As we talked, Lauren bent down to rinse some sand off her hands, and standing back up and casually folding her arms. I was explaining about my business, but Chad's eyes seemed to be focused more in Lauren's direction than mine. I glanced over and realized that both of her areola were visible.

Lauren lifted her left hand to shield her eyes from the sun, and as she did so her hard left nipple sprang into view. She didn't seem to notice, but Chad certainly did, although he tried to act as if he didn't. I gave her a couple of "check your top" looks, but she missed them in the conversation. Meanwhile, Chad's shorts gave away that he liked something he was seeing.

We carried on for a few minutes before Chad pulled a phone from his pocket and suggested a selfie with us. Lauren said sure, so we lined up with her in the middle. Chad was a bit handsy as he put his right arm around Lauren, sliding from her butt to wrap around and catch a bit of the side of her right breast. However, in the process Lauren glanced down and noticed her slip, and quietly pulled her bikini back into position.

Picture done, we parted ways and waved as we went back to our umbrella to grab our stuff. Once we'd loaded everything, we took off toward the beach shower to rinse the sand off.

Lauren suggested that we hit the spa before lunch; there were showers there and a sauna, and she wanted to give them a try. Once we'd done a cursory sand rinse at the beach showers, we walked to the spa building.

Once inside, I made the arrangements, and we were given a key for a locker, as well as two robes and towels. We went into another room, and were directed to the showers. There were a dozen or more private stalls, but the entire area was open, sort of like a changing area at a department store. Each stall had a dry zone and a shower; enough room to strip without getting your clothes wet.

I closed the door behind us and started the shower to get it warm. I pulled my swim shorts off and reached to test the temperature. Lauren hugged me from behind, and I felt her rock-hard nipples pressing into my lower back. I turned around and met her mouth. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me while we passionately kissed under the shower stream.

I was ready for more, and reached down to adjust for entry, but Lauren slid out of my arms and began to rinse her hair, playfully pushing me back with a mischievous grin. I watched for a few moments, as the water streamed over her shoulders and down her breasts, some diverted into her cleavage, some coming off her erect nipples like little waterfalls. Her stomach, while not chiseled like a fitness model, bore little evidence that she had carried two children inside other than some light stretch marks. Her trimmed bush hid tantalizing treasure in its darkness. Whew, I needed to cool off or else I'd have to take her right there in the shower, in earshot of the other people in the spa.

We finished our shower, and got into our cloth robes. The attendant had said that nudity was mandatory in the sauna, but that two of the sauna rooms were currently unoccupied. Placing our clothes and other items in a locker, we made our way into the sauna area. Six doors off the foyer led into moderately sized rooms. Four of the doors had 'occupied' decals on them; the rooms weren't reserved or locked, but noted so that you wouldn't be surprised if someone was inside.

The last two doors listed unoccupied, so we chose the furthest one. Once inside, the room was lined with two-level cedar benches on three walls, not including the entry end. The room was rectangular, deeper than it was wide, so the benches had about five feet of space in the center. Lauren stepped out of her robe and hung it on a hook by the door, then stepped over to select a spot on the bench. I set the sauna settings and turned it on, then likewise disrobed.

Lauren had picked a spot on the lower bench on the left side, draping her towel out and sitting on it as recommended by the spa attendant earlier. She leaned back into the upper bench, her arms stretched out to her side and resting on the next level. Her legs were spread ever-so-slightly to allow air flow. She looked delicious.

I opted for the upper bench on the opposite side, because, well, the view was amazing. I spread out my towel and sat down. The heat was beginning to build, and we just relaxed in silence, enjoying the peace and tranquility.

As the air got steamy, the sweat started to roll. Lauren positively glistened, accentuating her every curve. Her arm-stretched posture projected her chest up and out slightly, displaying her full breasts in a lovely fashion. Her nipples aimed at me like twin missiles. I realized that it had been several hours since she had pumped, and she was looking to be engorged.

"No problem," I thought to myself. I had every intention of taking care of that issue as soon as we got back to our room from the sauna.

The door handle clicked. We both involuntarily twitched, glancing in that direction. Male voices, then two figures entered. Lauren sat up, covering her breasts with her left arm, while crossing her legs and covering her bush with her right hand.

Hanging up their robes, the two men strode into view. The one in front was Black, probably in his mid-20s, and skinny as a rail. The other was Latino, a little younger but muscular. Both were naked as jaybirds. They nodded as they entered.

The Black guy placed his towel and sat down on the bench under me and to the right. He manspread in his seat, long limp penis resting on the bench in plain view. The Latino picked his place on the bench above Lauren to her left, walking past her and pausing to jiggle his junk (!!l) before he ascended the bench.

Some awkward silence ensured. Lauren was somewhat frozen, and looked a bit more flushed than the heat would cause.

The door opened again, and a whistling figure came in, pausing to hang up his robe.

It was Chad.

"Well, look who's here! First time in? I suppose you've met Jarron and Miguel?" Chad pointed at the other two. He plopped down on the bench, on Lauren's right side. "They're with my party, from work. Miguel works out with me. Jarron needs to." The three laughed.

"Hey, girl, relax! We're all friends here." Chad said to Lauren. "Nothing to hide." He reached for her hands. Lauren protested. "Hey!"

"I insist." Chad pulled her hands away, exposing her hidden features. Lauren nervously fiddled with her hands before just putting them down on the bench at her side.

Chad whistled. "Man... if I'd known they'd look like that, I would have tapped that when I had the chance!" He poked her right breast with his finger, then trailed down the underside. His finger wasn't the only thing moving; I noticed something else beginning to stir in the steam.

I cleared my throat. "How about we just enjoy the sauna?"

"Oh yeah," Chad said. "I intend to."