My hot wife Tara and I met in college when we were assigned as partners for a class project. Tara proved to be a great project partner. She was very smart, funny, with a great personality and attractive in a plus-size kind of way. We became friends and later started dating. Some of the guys gave me a hard time but they didn't know Tara like I did. She has a heart of gold and was everyone's best friend. We got married shortly after college and quickly threw ourselves into our careers and getting our lives established.
Over the next few years, Tara gradually put on more weight. She tried various fad diets and would lose a few pounds, then gain them back along with a few more. Except for her weight problem, our lives were perfect. We were successful in our careers, we bought a house that we both loved. Our future looked good.
The issue of Tara's weight came to a head around her thirtieth birthday, when three things happened. The first was that she was asked by another woman at a party "when are you due." Tara wasn't pregnant and this really hurt her. The second thing was when her doctor warned her that her weight and family medical history made her a prime candidate for diabetes. He urged her to exercise and diet. That made her think. The third thing was when I bought her some new dresses for her birthday, in what we thought was her latest plus-size until we discovered that she needed an even larger size. Tara was really upset and vowed to lose weight for good.
Tara joined a diet program and really got into following their recommendations. She was encouraged by her initial weight loss and vowed to reach her goal weight by her thirty-first birthday. I was skeptical because that meant losing eighty-six pounds, but I tried to be supportive. Tara also joined a local health club and practically lived there. She worked out in the morning for ninety minutes before going to work and also worked out in the evening for two to three hours. The first time she got on the exercise bike she said she thought that she was going to die and didn't last five minutes. Gradually Tara built up her stamina and endurance until she was doing over an hour a day. Tara would swim countless laps in the pool, lift weights, run on the treadmill, a woman on a mission.
The pounds started coming off gradually and as the weeks and months went by she began to look like the Tara I knew in college. Then I discovered that Tara had actually dropped below her college weight. But it wasn't easy for her. There were days when Tara was angry because she was hungry or depressed because she had a bad day.
I tried to be supportive and Tara seemed to appreciate it. She didn't reach her goal weight by her thirty-first birthday, but about six months later she did. Her weight dropped from over two hundred pounds to one hundred-twenty pounds.
Tara looked amazing. Tara lost weight and she was fit, healthy and even a bit muscular. As Tara had gotten closer to her goal weight, she made some other changes in her appearance. She replaced her glasses with contacts and grew her honey brown hair longer. Tara was very proud of her large 36 D breasts showing them off whenever she could.
A male friend of mine summed it up best after seeing Tara in shorts and a t-shirt when he said, "Who knew that under all that excess weight Tara had the body of a swimsuit model?" On another occasion, a male friend from out of town who saw Tara for the first time in years asked me, "Where's Tara, and who's that hot babe?"
Our sex life also improved significantly as Tara lost weight. Previously she had little interest in sex, but as her weight dropped and she started to look better, her sex drive increased. Tara confessed one night that she had been embarrassed by her body and avoided having sex.
To celebrate her new weight loss, we donated all her "fat" clothing to charity and I took her shopping for a whole new wardrobe. Tara bought everything from dresses to lingerie and even a few thongs. Even her feet were smaller, so Tara bought some new shoes. In general everything Tara bought was form-fitting and sexy in a tasteful, classy way.
I also surprised Tara with a Caribbean vacation to celebrate her weight loss, but on our first day there, she surprised me with a new blue bikini she bought for the trip. It was the smallest bikini I had ever seen. The top seemed to consist of strings connected by two small triangles that barely covered her nipples. The bottom was a slightly larger patch of material that barely covered her trimmed pubic hair and the back consisted of little more than a string that ran between her ass cheeks. Tara said she had always wondered what it would feel like to wear a string bikini in public, adding that she wouldn't wear it if I didn't want her to. I couldn't say no. I told Tara that this was her vacation and since she now had such a beautiful body, she should show it off.
The swimsuit came with a sarong that Tara tied around her hips to wear to the beach, but she shed it as soon as we got there. She lay on her beach towel and I put lotion on her. Tara looked sexy. Her legs were long and toned, her stomach was flat and her ass was firm and shapely. As suspected, Tara was drawing her share of stares from almost everybody on our section of beach. I asked how she liked the attention and Tara admitted that it was going to take some getting used to, but deep down I could tell that she loved it. After a while Tara rolled onto her stomach and untied her top. I marveled at what a difference a year made. Before the trip Tara would have worn a one-piece swimsuit and a skirt to hide her thighs.
After a while, Tara retied her top and said that she was going for a walk along the beach to get some exercise. I offered to go with her, but she said that she was fine walking by herself. Tara went off and I noticed that she'd left her sarong behind. Tara walked to the water's edge and then started walking up the beach. When she was gone about ninety minutes I started to get worried, but I relaxed when I spotted her walking back to our towels, every once in a while dipping her feet in the surf.
When Tara returned she said that she had a couple of interesting experiences during her walk. She said that she walked by three college-age guys playing Frisbee. The Frisbee landed by her feet and she picked it up, threw it back and wound up playing with them for a little while. They invited her back to their room to party, but she told them that she was married and said thanks but no thanks.
Tara stopped at the beach-side bar and asked for a glass of water seeing that she didn't have any money with her. There a handsome man insisted on buying her a drink. She accepted and then he asked her to join him for dinner. Tara told him that she was vacationing with her husband. The guy was polite but gave her his room number just in case she happened to change her mind.
Finally Tara mentioned that she stopped at the beach-side shop to inquire about Windsurfing lessons. Tara met the two black guys who ran the shop and asked them about local night life. They mentioned several places for dinner and dancing and then told her that if she was interested in experiencing it first-hand, there was one club she had to check out. One of the guys said that many white women from the resort went there to meet local black men. Then he asked Tara if she'd ever been with a black guy. Tara said no and again said that she was married. They laughed and said that most of the white women there were married, too.
I told Tara that she was a very sexy woman now and that she should get used to men making passes at her, particularly when she was wearing a bikini like that. Tara said that she knew that and had started to experience the looks and passes before we went on vacation. Tara said that before we left one of her clients at work had started hinting that they should really get to know each other "outside the office." A few days after that happened, she confessed that a twenty-three-year-old guy who worked in her office had started flirting with her too. Neither of those men had been as blunt as those she had just experienced walking on the beach. Tara said with a smile, that she was sure the bikini was a factor.
After a few minutes Tara sighed that it was ironic that when she had been single, she would have given anything to be approached by the men who made passes at her today. Now that she'd lost weight and guys were hitting on her, she's married and has to say no. Tara said that she would never hurt me by breaking our wedding vows. She said that she loved me and took her marriage vows very seriously. She was true to me.
I thought things over and asked Tara a question: If she didn't have to worry about me, would she want to fuck some of those guys? Tara laughed and asked if it was a trick question. I assured her that I was completely serious. Tara thought for a second and said yes. If she wasn't married she'd fuck every one of the guys who hit on her, including the two black guys she met at the surf shop. She'd only been with one other guy before me, so it would be fun to experience some new sexual partners Tara said with a smile.
I took a deep breath and said that I'd make a deal with her. Since she'd worked so hard to lose all her excess weight and this vacation was her reward, I'd release her from her wedding vows for the next two weeks while we're there. Tara looked puzzled and asked what I meant. I explained that for the next two weeks while we're there on vacation she had my permission to fuck any guy -- or as many guys -- as she wanted. The only thing I wanted in return was for her to tell me about her sexual experiences and if possible, let me watch somehow. I added that it would be wrong to deny her the opportunity to take her new sexy body for a test drive since she hadn't had the opportunity when she was single.
Tara said, "If you're really serious and this isn't a trick, then you have a deal." We shook hands and with a kiss I asked for her wedding ring, telling Tara to consider herself single for the next two weeks. She gave me her ring and told me that I was the best husband in the world. Then she headed for the beach to find some of the guys she's met earlier. She said she'd try to get them back to our room if she could, but if not she'd be back whenever she's done.
I waited anxiously at the bar down by the beach for over an hour until Tara finally returned. She was dressed in her skimpy bikini and had that freshly fucked glow about her. I notice her bikini bottom had a wet spot on it and knew it was probably another man's sperm leaking out of her pussy. I asked Tara how it went and she said with a coy mischievous smile that it went great. She never found the three college guys or the guy in the bar but she did meet some guy named Juan from Columbia who made a pass at her. She agreed to fuck him later that night if he would make a video of it on my phone.