I was walking down the beach when I spotted her. I knew my husband had not seen her. He can sometimes be in his own world. I don't mind. When his mind is off, he is usually thinking of me. He is just enjoying being with me, thinking of what he'd like to do with (or to) me, or thinking of things he can do for me. He is amazingly good to me. I am madly in love with him and would do anything for him.
I watched her for a moment. She looked to be in her late 20s early 30s. She had long brown hair past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her face was girl next door pretty. At about 5'2" she probably thought she was about 20 lbs overweight. Well, at least up until 5 about months ago. She was obviously pregnant. She still had a great ass and hips. You could clearly see the soft curve of her belly.
She was wearing a string bikini that sat below her belly. She had on an orange gauze coverup. It was practically see through and did not cover up anything. I smiled to myself and nudged my husband.
My husband had always told me he found pregnant women sexy. I thought it was weird at first, but after reading a bit I realized it was quite common. It was especially common among men whose mothers were pregnant during their formative years. My husband had 3 siblings all born within 7 years. His mother was pretty much pregnant from the time he was one till he was seven.
This is a second marriage for both of us. We met 10 years ago. We already had children and decided not to have more. My husband's first marriage was not happy. He told me when his wife was pregnant she would not let him touch her. It was a true irony that when I was pregnant I was horny as hell and my husband wouldn't touch me.
When I nudged my husband out of whatever world he was visiting. He looked at me. It's always funny. He looks at me like a big dog who thinks he's a lap dog. He wants to know what I want and what he can do to make me happy.
Don't get me wrong. He is not a wuss. He is a big, strong decisive man. People look up to him. When I need something he is my rock. Just as he worships me, I worship him. He is definitely the man of our house. He gives me the safety to be a woman.
This time I tilted my head in her direction. It's a game we play. I often point out things or people I know he finds pretty or sexy. I am very confident in our love and know there is no need to be jealous. He finally realized which way I was pointing and looks. He noticed her too and commented that she was beautiful.
I laughed and said, "I am so good to you."
He kissed me and told me I was amazing. We kept walking. As we went by he took one more look. He is so cute.
We were on vacation staying at a beach hotel. We took a nap, got dressed, and went to dinner. As we were eating the young woman came in. She was by herself. She was seated not far from us. I offered to switch seats with my husband so he could get a better view. He just laughed, looked at me and said the view was perfect.
He wasn't looking, but I checked her out a bit more. She was just as pretty as I thought. She was wearing a white sundress that made her look like she belonged walking barefoot through a field. She sat by herself. She did not look around much. She ordered, ate slowly, and looked at her plate. She seemed like she had a sadness about her. Her shoulders hung like she had a great weight on her.
We finished dinner and headed to the patio bar. It was a great place to watch the sunset and there was a guitar player entertaining. We sat there chatting, holding hands, enjoying the moment and sipping our drinks.
As we sat there she walked in. She took a seat by the railing about 2 tables from us. She still looked sad. She was sitting there just gazing into the distance. I did not think she was even watching the sunset. She just seemed lost in thought.
Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to her table. I said I could not help but notice her lost in thought, she was alone at dinner and now, and I asked her if everything was OK. She looked up at me and smiled. She thanked me for being so kind as to be concerned but assured me she was alright. I said that my husband and I were also staying at the hotel and were sitting right over there. I said if she wanted company she could join us. She thanked me, but she did not want to intrude. I told her that was nonsense and picked up her drink. She followed me to our table.
I introduced my husband and myself. She said her name was Sharon and sat down. My husband immediately started chatting with her. He is great at making conversation. People tend to trust him and like talking to him. We found out she was 29 and here with her fiancé. They lived together and she was expecting in 4 months (my guess was right on).
We asked where he was. She was not sure. They had planned this vacation 8 months ago, but since they got here he had played golf every day. He had met some guys while playing golf and had been spending most of his time with them. We both said that was ridiculous and that she was way too pretty to be left alone. She looked at us and smiled at that. We commented that her fiancé must be crazy.
She told us that she had not intended to get pregnant. She was on the pill and was just part of the 1%. My husband said that happened to his sister. He said on the plus side, he had an amazing niece. That made her smile again. She went on to say that since she got pregnant their life had changed. He did not want the baby but she could not give it up. He was mad at her but did not leave her. When this vacation rolled around, she had hoped it would be a chance to set things right. So far it did not seem that way.
As we talked we described what we were doing the next day. Sightseeing, shopping, a boat excursion. She said it sounded like fun. She looked like she needed fun. I invited her along. At first she said no, but I insisted. She agreed to meet my husband and I in the lobby at 9 am. We said goodnight and walked to our room.
On the way I teased my husband asking him If he thought he could keep his hands off her for a whole day. I asked him if he wanted me to call her and tell her what to wear, after all, I knew exactly what my husband liked. He just laughed. He pulled me close and kissed me. He said, he is lucky if he could keep up with me. We got to our room, made out like we were on our honeymoon, made love, and fell asleep in each others arms.
We got up the next day and I tried to decide what to wear. My husband loves me in sundresses. He loves flirty and feminine. He has a favorite. It's a mid calf length, gauzy, white and purple sundress that buttons down the front and hugs my waist. It has a sort of peasant type neckline. I put it on. Truthfully the dress is a bit thin. At home I would never wear it without a slip, but, we were on vacation and nobody knew us. I could afford to give my husband a thrill. I found a cute thong and bra set. They were also white and purple.
I got dressed and checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad for 48. My husband loved my hair long. Sometimes it was down to my waist. Sometimes shoulder length. Right now it was between my shoulder blades. I have Latin heritage, so my hair was dark and thick. I have always cared for my skin. Between my hair, my skin, and the fact that I am barely 5' tall I am often mistaken for 20 years younger. I had a little extra padding, but my husband told me he loved my curves.
Last year I did a boudoir photo shoot for my husband. During the shoot the photographer looked at the proof of one pose with her assistant. Her assistant was about 20. The assistant looked at the proof and blurted out "oh my god, I hope I am 1/2 that hot when I am her age."
I looked at what I was wearing. If you looked hard enough you could definitely see my bra and thong, but, as I said, no one knew us here. I took a moment with the buttons trying to decide how much to show. I know my husband likes me to show off a bit. He likes it when men notice me. I have to admit, I like it too. I went all out. I only buttoned the buttons from my bra line to just below my panties. I showed a lot of cleavage. Not that I have a lot of cleavage, but a push up bra can do wonders. When I stood still it was fine. When I walked I flashed a lot of leg.
My husband got out of the shower, took one look at me, grabbed me, and kissed me. He commented on how gorgeous I was and grabbed my ass and pulled me in. I reminded him we had plans and that he could ravish me later. He made me promise.
We went down to meet Sharon. She was just as pretty today, except she was smiling. She thanked us again for inviting her and told us she was looking forward to it all night. I made a mental note that I did not have to call her and tell her what to wear. She was wearing a short yellow sundress with a halter top. It was lightweight and with the sun behind her you could see all her curves. My husband was looking.
I kissed him and quipped "made to order."
She actually asked us if she was dressed OK. My husband said he could not wait to be seen with two such gorgeous women. We grabbed a cab and set out.
We toured the sights and generally chatted and had fun. Often times she or I would see something girly, we would grab the other ones hand and we would run to check it out giggling and laughing. My husband just enjoyed himself and the view. At one point I caught her looking at me. I asked her if something was wrong. She commented on how pretty and sexy I looked. She said she loved my dress but her fiancé would never let her wear something so revealing.
