For my wife's thirty-eighth birthday we planned a three-day weekend retreat to the Florida Gulf Coast. We both enjoyed the beach and the break from some pretty stressful jobs. Friday we had a delightful afternoon on the beach followed by dinner. As we visited over an early dinner, Pam mentioned to me that the steady stream of men on the beach that afternoon didn't seem to show the slightest interest in her in spite of her wearing a very nice bikini. She seemed to have some concern that with turning thirty-eight she might be loosing her appeal. I assured her that my presence probably dissuaded any double-takes and that she should rest assured that she still had what it took to appeal to men of any age. My wife is a beautiful woman. Wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, 5'-4", 130 pounds and curves where there should be curves. I particularly like her shapely hips and well-defined waist. Her full 34C top is a perfect fit for her frame and her sensitive shapely breasts have always attracted attention.
Pam still seemed concerned and overly focused on her age when I told her that I bet I could prove it to her that she was still attractive -- noting that a bikini was not always the best bait. I told her that I would prove it to her if she cooperated and followed my instructions. When we returned to our beachfront room I told her to show me what she had packed. I picked out her sexiest items, a white mini-skirt and fitted white blouse, white thong panties and a lacy white demi cut bra. I told her that if she went wading along the shore with that outfit on I would guarantee that men would quickly begin to pay attention. She thought I was nuts and was not at all convinced. In addition, she vetoed the skirt and blouse I picked out as too revealing in favor of white shorts and a cotton tank top. In spite of the change to more conservative clothes I told her that the bet was still on and that she should remove her wedding ring. I fixed her a large, strong Margarita and told her to wade in ankle deep water along the shore a if she were looking for shells. It was about 8:00pm and the sun was getting lower in the sky.
Pam headed off still convinced I was nuts. I followed about 15 minutes later. I found Pam about 300 yards down the beach. She was visiting with two young men who appeared to be in their twenties. They were in full flirt mode and Pam was obviously enjoying the attention. I casually sat on the beach some distance away but still within good view. The waves were lapping at her legs and occasionally splashing a few drops on her shorts. The margarita was gone and the laughing was louder. Then some splashing began, playfully at first but when Pam retaliated a full-fledged water fight ensued. The two-to-one odds resulted in Pam quickly protesting but to no avail. Attempting to retreat, she fell backwards and was completely soaked. As she stood up it was clear even from my distance that her outfit was clinging tightly to her very shapely body. The white shorts were thin fabric and clearly showed the outline of her thong panties.
Her stretch top was clinging tightly and her boobs were clearly visible bulging over the top of her low cut bra. She quickly realized her predicament as did the two guys who had huge grins on their faces. She tried to retaliate by pushing one of them down but they both went tumbling over and now were both drenched. It was clear that Pam's appearance was having an effect on the guys as they had embarrassing bulges in their wet shorts and headed out to deeper water. By now, three other men of various ages had gathered on shore pretending to look at shells or the sunset but clearly eager to watch Pam wading in the surf in her soaked clinging shorts and top. After the horseplay subsided Pam turned and walked to shore with a grin. As she approached me she gleefully noted, "You were right".
My normally modest wife appeared to enjoy strutting her stuff as she walked toward me. Her hardened nipples were straining against the soaked top and her thin shorts hugged her and revealed very enticing panty lines.
That evening we had fantastic sex as Pam reveled in her success in attracting attention. She was amazed at what had happened and was flattered and empowered by her ability to attract male attention via a skimpy soaked outfit.
Pam said that this must have just been a lucky coincidence but I assured her that was not the case and I would prove it tomorrow. She smiled as we finally went to sleep Friday night. Saturday morning was spent golfing but Pam seemed distracted. That afternoon I told Pam we were going shopping for part of her birthday present. We went to an outlet shopping center and I quickly found a lingerie shop. I told Pam I was in charge of her wardrobe shopping and wanted to get her some sexy summer outfits. I quickly settled on a virtually sheer stretch bra, a satin push up bra, several pair of very sexy panties, two garter belts and couple of pairs of stockings. Pam protested the clothes were too revealing and that she never wore garters and stocking. I explained that they were for the rest of our experiment.
"I thought you forgot that bet," she said, as she immediately got both nervous and excited.
I made Pam try the items on and they fit great and looked fantastic, even dry. Next we were off to a dress shop where I chose a powder blue clingy thin stretch sundress. Too nervous to go to dinner, we headed back to our room with some fast food. I fixed a strong martini to calm Pam down.
In the bedroom of our suite I laid out an outfit. I decided on the white mini-skirt that Pam had vetoed the day before but I carefully cut out the lining with my handy Swiss army knife, a pair of silk bikini panties, a white garter belt and white stockings, the white satin push up bra and thin white silky button-up blouse. On entering the room Pam grimaced as she saw the outfit. I helped her dress and told her that we would go down the beach a few miles to a location more distant from our resort. When finished she looked great and was so distracted by the thin top and garter belt and stockings that she didn't even notice the missing skirt lining. She added some makeup but protested going out in the daylight in the sheer tight top that she normally wears only with a camisole. I insisted she had to keep her part of the deal and that her clothes were no more revealing than a bikini. I told her to grab a bag of towels. I gave her a wine cooler as we headed for the car. I grabbed my camera and tripod on the way and snapped a few shots as Pam's shapely ass wiggled toward our car. In the bright sun one could easily see the outlines of her panties and garter say nothing of her bra easily visible through the thin top.
Pam was getting cold feet as we parked the car and was reluctant to go down to the beach alone. She took a few chugs of her cooler and I quickly reassured her by saying that I would come along and that we would pretend to be doing a photo shoot near the shore. After reminding her she had made a bet, she got out of the car.
There were a few folks sitting on the beach and a steady stream of folks walking up and down the beach. As Pam walked toward the water I stayed back about 15 feet and told her how to pose. Within about ten minutes three men had gathered to watch. I instructed Pam to wade out into the water and pose her body in various positions as I took some shots. Her sandals and stockings became wet as she posed in the foot deep water. When I asked Pam to kneel she protested.
I said, "If you don't cooperate I will get some of these guys to help me."
"You wouldn't." she protested.
I couldn't tell from her voice how she would react but I took my chances and requested volunteers. No problem, two fellows quickly volunteered. I asked one to grab her arms and the other to take her legs and hold her horizontally as if they were going to throw her in the water. Pam protested and splashed the guys but they quickly grabbed her and in a matter of seconds had her hanging over the water, one holding her arms and the other both legs. As Pam squealed and squirmed her mini-skirt worked its way up her legs and the tops of her stockings with the attached garter straps became visible. The man holding her feet was getting quite a view up her skirt and seemed to be enjoying it. I was asking the men to lower Pam closer to the water as I was clicking pictures as fast as my camera would allow. In a few moments the tops of the small waves were reaching Pam's ass and the fabric of her skirt was soaked. She was a perfect victim, first begging for mercy then threatening everyone if they didn't immediately release her. But her tone was playful and fun and only served to further motivate the guys. As she squirmed her skirt worked it way up on her hips and her lace stocking tops and garter straps were fully visible. Pam's top was still dry but the struggling had resulted in another of the blouse buttons becoming undone. Her cleavage was bulging as the satin push-up bra did a great job of accentuating her gorgeous boobs. Pam's face was red with embarrassment as she threatened revenge for her predicament.
The guys grinned as they slowly lowered Pam into the water. In a matter of seconds Pam was completely soaked. Her skirt clung to her hips and clearly revealed the skimpy silk panties and garter belt straps framing her shapely ass. I suspect that the brown hair on her pubic mound was very visible through her soaked panties to John, the man who had hold of her legs. Pam's boobs were practically popping out of her bra and her blouse was now virtually transparent. As Pam wiggled free she quickly stood up only to fall forward, again dousing her front. She then took off chasing John. He headed for deeper water getting his own shorts fully soaked. A little past waist deep, Pam caught John. Bob, the other guy, caught up with both of them. As Pam tried to splash, the guys grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. Some interesting struggling ensued with Pam tightly sandwiched between the two guys.
As I clicked away with the camera while zooming in, it was clear that some of those four male hands were having fun. Bob held both of Pam's arms from behind and John stepped away and began a barrage of two-handed splashing. Torrents of water were dousing Pam's face, hair and front. With all the struggling it looked like another button or two of Pam's blouse came undone or popped off as her boobs were clearly visible, barely contained in her white push-up bra. As the struggling continued Pam's right nipple popped out of her bra cup to the delight of all the male onlookers.
By now there were three single guys and three couples watching as the splashing and struggling continued. The five minutes of splashing seemed like a half hour. Finally Bob and John headed toward shore. Pam headed to shore as well and only when she was in knee-deep water did she realize the size of the crowd and the condition of her outfit. Her sheer blouse barely covered any of her front, with a single button holding the tails together. The wet skirt did little to hide her garter and skimpy panties, and one stocking was down to her knee. But there was a huge grin on her face. Beyond tucking her boob back in her bra, Pam made no effort to cover up as she approached my busy camera and me.
She said, "I guess you were right! Now get me a towel."
I thanked John and Bob for their help and they quickly nodded, "Our pleasure."
