The Bikini Pt 01 A Trip To The Mall

The Bikini Part I - A Trip To The Mall

Note to readers: This is, I hope, an improved version of the original story - published as The Bikini. It is the same story with a lot more of Erica. I hope you will enjoy the new version. We owe a debt to kenjisato for his editing efforts to make this a better read. I am calling this Part I, because I have always planned for this story to have six parts. Parts II and III are written, but still need some editing. I enjoy reading your comments even though I don't necessarily take them to heart. No sex under 18 and All Rights Reserved.

Johnny

My wife, Erica, is a beautiful woman. Physically, she is drop-dead gorgeous. She is a large, statuesque woman, standing at five-foot-ten, and 135 pounds, she has her voluptuous curves, 38-24-36, in all the right places. Her long sandy hair and soft, freckled skin complement her amazing green eyes. I love her with all my heart and would do anything for her. She likes to go to the beach, and always wears bikinis. As you can imagine, she attracts a lot of interest. I belong to the school of eat-your-hearts-out-guys! I am five-foot-eight-inches tall, slender, have dark hair and eyes, weighing in at 130 pounds, soaking wet.

We do occasionally have a little problem with beach bullies thinking that I must be her little brother or her gay friend. Occasionally, one or two guys of the

Muscle Beach

muscle-beach variety will actually come up and suggest that she needs to ditch me and have some fun with them. I do know some martial arts, so I am not afraid of physical combat, but not eager to engage.

Erica has always been able to handle these situations with 'the look'. Her eyes grow cold, and 'the look' says it all-- 'Drop dead, motherfucker'. About ten seconds of the look is as much as it ever takes to turn brashness into retreat. P

I had heard one guy say as they walked away, "Did you see her eyes change color?" I've never seen her eyes change color, and I can say with certainty, I never want to be the recipient of 'the look'. Backing her up is the fact that I met her in martial arts class, and we're just about equal in that regard. We both have brown belts, just in case 'the look' doesn't solve the problem.

I would say we have a great physical relationship. We still do it almost every day and often twice, or even more on the weekends. There is a story, that says if you keep a jar of beans, putting one bean in every time you have sex the first year, then every time you have sex afterward, you take one out; according to the story, you will never empty the jar. Erica and I would have emptied the jar early in the third year of our marriage, if not sooner.

Not only do I love her to death, but she is my best friend, so we are really tight. We occasionally socialize, but we're both happy to just hang out together. Sometimes, we play a game, or watch a movie, but mostly, we just live together and enjoy that. Sometimes, I see her dripping-wet body when she gets out of the shower, and I just can't believe that I have this vision of loveliness all to myself.

Erica

I'm very happy being married to Johnny. He is a good lover and my best friend, even though I have several girlfriends, as well. Actually, Johnny is better than a good lover. I would say he is an excellent lover

,

because he is the best I've ever been with, and I've had several good lovers before we got married. I haven't been with anyone but Johnny since getting engaged. Why would I settle for hamburger when I've got steak at home? We occasionally party with my friends or Johnny's friends, and sometimes, I party with my girlfriends, or Johnny parties with his guys. Mostly, though, we are happy just to hang out with each other.

Johnny's not only an excellent lover, but he's a frequent lover. Except for when I'm having my period, I like to do it at least every other day, and more frequently is even better. Counting our double-ups on the weekends, I would say that we usually do it eight or nine times a week, but some weeks more.

Another guilty pleasure of mine is wearing bikinis. I like them because I like the way they make me feel-- a little more sexy. I enjoy guys looking at my body, and I have a good-enough body that most guys will give me a thorough checking out, particularly when I'm wearing a bikini.

Occasionally, some beach bums will go a little bit over the line by making some remarks, but Johnny can usually take care of things.

I'm a little unusual. Most women, either because they're sad or just want to get a charge, shop for outfits. I love to shop for bikinis. I particularly like to have Johnny come with me to help select a new one. I look good in a bikini. I particularly like to shop for bikinis

in

at a shop in a nearby mall. Sometimes, guys will come to the shop window to watch me try on bikinis. I find this exciting and even arousing. When we go home afterwards, I usually try on the just-purchased bikini one more time, and then when I take it off, we make love.

Johnny

Some women would occasionally like to shop for outfits; they would want to go the whole nine yards to buy underwear, skirt, blouse, jacket, shoes, and purse. It was not that way with Erica; she liked to buy bikinis. Even though they were expensive, they didn't take up much closet space, and Erica looked absolutely fantastic when she wore one. She liked to get them a little tight and a little small-- 'Eat your hearts out, guys!'

One Saturday morning, after sleeping late, and enjoying our usual Saturday morning sex, we decided to go out for brunch. As we left the restaurant, she told me she would like to go to the mall. This was her way of saying that she wanted to buy a new bikini. I already told you how I felt about her; if she wanted to buy twenty bikinis and a full outfit, it would be fine by me. It would only take a month or two for our bank account to recover.

The mall was quite large, filled with hundreds of small shops and at least seven or eight big-store anchors. Almost all of the small shops had glass fronts. There was a swimwear shop on the second floor that Erica liked. She would usually

tried

try on a few bikinis, as in ten or twelve, before selecting one. Of course, she changed in one of the dressing rooms, but then she

modeled

would model each bikini for me, before we selected one.

By the fifth or sixth bikini, a small crowd

had

would usually

gathered

gather outside the window to watch the show. She

did

would do the whole model thing, putting one hand on her cocked hip, and then the other; turning and looking over her shoulder, slowly walking in front of me, and then repeating before she returned to the dressing room for another to try on. On the first pass, we usually cut the field down to three or four, and then

made

would make our selection after her second pass. P

This day was no different. While she was putting her shorts and tank-top back on, I paid for our selection, and bag in hand, we headed for the exit. P By

now

then, her audience had dispersed. P

Just before we reached the down escalator, a fellow came over to us and asked if we had a minute. We paused and I could tell that Erica was about ten seconds from giving him 'the look'. However, this guy was not at all threatening, and was actually in between us in height, with a build similar to my own.

"I saw your wife modeling swimsuits, and I thought you guys might be interested in my product. It's actually a procedure, but as a model, or potential model, I thought you might be willing to spend a few minutes to learn more about it."

"I don't think so," Erica informed him.

"The introduction will only take a few minutes, although I don't think this is the right place for it," the fellow continued. "Do you guys live near here?"

"Yes," Erica said, with a little edge in her voice.

I could tell that this guy was only about five seconds away from getting 'the look'.

"I would like to explain the first step to you in the privacy of your home," he continued. "However, if, at any time, you want to go no further, you just say 'no', and I'm gone, 'poof', just like that."

Erica replied, "Any time we say 'no', you're out of here?"

"Exactly," he replied.

"No," I said.

He replied, "Thank you for your time. Sorry for any inconvenience." He turned on his heel and headed away.

Erica

One Saturday morning after we had brunch, I decided that I wanted to buy another bikini. It wasn't quite beach season yet, but one of the nice things about bikinis is that you can always find room for one more.

The purchase went as usual. A small crowd developed outside of the shop, and I got a little bit of a charge from taking most of my clothes off and knowing that my small audience was watching me do small, runway-style showings of the candidate bikinis.

We were just about to get on the down escalator, when I heard a nice, masculine voice, asking us if we could spare a minute.

It turned out he wanted more than a minute. He claimed that he had a product that, as a potential model, I would be interested in. I was a little irritated with his delaying us. Johnny told him no, and he surprised us by turning on his heel and walking away. I didn't know why, but suddenly, I wanted to hear more.

I called out, "Wait!"

I told Johnny that I was mildly intrigued by what he had said so far, and that I thought it might be worth a beer and a little time to hear more of what he had to say. I was not sure that Johnny was completely on board, but I told the guy he could follow us home and give us his spiel.

After a brief conversation, it was decided that I would ride with him in his car. We chatted about life in our city, and about our house, and a little about Johnny and my relationship, and then we were at our house.

Johnny

"Wait!" Erica called.

He stopped and turned around; a questioning look on his face.

"Give me a minute with my husband," she explained.

"He seems like a nice enough guy, Johnny," Erica told me. "I don't mind him drinking one of our beers. I'm mildly curious about what he has to say."

"It's okay with me," I said. "He does seem to take 'no' seriously."

"You can follow us," Erica told him.

He quickly retraced his steps. "Hi! I'm Mike Jacobsen," as he proffered his hand.

"I'm Johnny." I shook his hand.

"I'm Erica." She shook his hand.

"I'll follow you to your car; then I'll go get mine, if that's all right," he suggested.

When we reached our car, I suggested that we take him to his car. He clambered into the back seat and directed us to his car. It was a similar make and model to ours, but his was lime green, while ours was maroon.

"If we're going on the freeway, it might be better for one of you to ride with me," he suggested.

"I can ride with him," Erica offered.

I was okay with that, as I knew Erica could take care of herself, if he stepped out of line.

It didn't seem to be a problem. They were never out of sight of my rearview mirror. I could see them talking, but it seemed to be just idle chit chat. At our house, I parked in the garage; he pulled in behind me. I closed the garage and the three of us headed for the front door.

"Your wife invited me to have a beer," he informed me, "fortunately, I can drink and talk at the same time!"

I looked at Erica, and she was smiling at his humor. Inside our living room, he sat on the couch, while I sat in my favorite recliner chair. Erica went to the kitchen and returned with three beers, sat in her favorite chair, which was an unusual combination of rocking and overstuffed, and we all sipped our beers.

He began, "This is the procedure for our process. I will explain the next step, in this case, the first step. You can discuss it between yourselves before deciding if you want to continue. If one of you says, 'no', it's over and I will quickly leave."

"Who will be taking these steps?" Erica asked.

"The first step is for you alone, since you are the potential model," Mike explained. "Some of the subsequent steps will involve Johnny or myself."

"Okay, begin!" she said.

"Okay, step one is pretty simple," Mike told us. "Erica will do a model walk to the end of the room, do a few poses, like you did in the store, and then walk to the other end of the room, do a few poses and then return to the middle of the room."

Erica looked over at me and we exchanged 'no big deal' looks. She stood up and began her model walk. Such a beautiful woman was exciting for me to watch, no matter how many times I had seen her before. I thought it must be exciting for Mike, as well. I wondered if it was exciting for Erica, but she gave no sign. When she returned to the center of the room, she sat down and waited for the explanation of the next step.

Mike described it, "This is a little bit of a test of your self-confidence and composure. It's really pretty much the same as the last step, except that you only wear your bra and panties. You actually won't be showing anything that you didn't show in the swimwear shop."

Erica looked at me, questioningly. "I don't know," she said. "What do you think, Johnny?"

"I don't know, either," I admitted. "Don't do anything you're not comfortable with!"

She stood up, kicked off her sandals, and pulled her tank top over her head. Her strapless bra covered her nipples and the underside of her boobs but left the tops fully exposed. She unfastened her shorts and let them drop to the floor, kicking them over to where her tank-top and shoes lay.

I was glad she had bikini panties on, rather than a thong. She did have some thong undies but rarely wore them, except for me. Both the bra and panties did little to hide her voluptuous curves. As she moved away from me, I watched her hips wiggle. Coming toward me, I watched her boobs bounce. I noticed that Mike was intently watching her, also. What could I say, she was a beautiful woman with an elegant way of carrying herself. When she finished her walk, she sat down and waited for Mike's next description.

Erica

I got beers for all of us, and then sat down to see what he had to say. He explained that what he wanted to talk about was a fairly complex, multi-level process. Each level had several steps. He would explain a step, and then Johnny and I could decide if we wanted to proceed. That seemed simple and safe enough.

The first step in Level One was for me to do a two-ended runway walk. I would walk to one end of our living room and strike a few poses, then I would walk to the other end of the room, do a few more poses, and return to the center of the room. No problem! Johnny and I exchanged looks, and I did what he had asked. Even fully clothed, I enjoyed both guys watching me.

I was starting to feel a little edgy and aroused as Mike explained the second step, which was for me to repeat my runway walk, but this time, I was to wear only my bra and panties. This seemed to be pushing it a bit. Johnny didn't object, so I thought of it as being like Mike had said, exposing no more than a bikini would. I noticed that when I was doing my first set of runway poses, both guys were watching me intently. By the end of the walk, I was feeling somewhat aroused. I hoped my excitement wasn't showing on my panties, when I sat back down.

For the next step, it was like the previous step, except no bra. That made me feel a little shy. Since our wedding, no one other than Johnny had seen my bare boobs. Johnny said it was up to me. I think I may have been influenced by my hormone levels, which must have risen due to my increased arousal. I decided to do it. I was curious to see what Mike's response would be, the first time he saw my nipples head on. P

I stood up and removed my bra, and then I began walking away from Mike and Johnny toward my first set of topless runway poses. He didn't seem to react much, but once I faced toward him, his eyes were glued to my nipples and areolas. When I finished the runway walk, I could tell both guys were aroused because I could hear their labored breathing.

Johnny

"This is where it becomes a little challenging," Mike told us. "Again, you will give us the runway walk, but this time you will be topless, Erica."

"I can't do that, can I, Johnny?" she asked me.

"It's all right if you do it," I told her, "but please don't do anything that you're not completely comfortable with!"

"I'm not sure about completely comfortable," she admitted, "but I'm okay, so long as you're okay."

"I'm okay," I told her, wondering if I was completely comfortable with this. I felt a little ambiguous in that I wanted her to continue, but wondered if she hadn't already gone far enough.

She stood up and began her walk. When she turned and showed her breasts, it took my breath away, even though I had seen them many times. What an effect it must be having on Mike! Her breasts stood out from her body. Even though they were large and braless, they still stood out from her body, the nipples pointed, it seemed, directly at me.

As she walked away from me and toward Mike, it looked like he might have a bulge in his pants. I thought I had an idea of what the next step would be, but I had no idea if Erica would be willing to perform it. Having finished her walk, she sat down in her chair, savoring another swig of beer. It seemed that she was a little short of breath, perhaps more than her short walk justified.

Mike started again, "The next step will be somewhat of a challenge. You will repeat the runway walk, but bottomless, as well as topless."

"I think this may be a step too far," Erica suggested, looking at me.

"It's up to you," I told her. "If it's a step too far, simply say 'no'."

"Oh, well," she said out loud. "In for a dime, in for a dollar!"

She stood up, removed her panties, and began her walk.

'Oh, God!' I thought, 'she really is fantastic looking! Even better nude than in a bikini!'

As her hips swayed with each step, I thought to myself, 'I can't believe that she is all mine.'

She sat down, and I could tell that her breathing was heavier, approaching panting. I thought I saw a couple of drops of moisture on her inner thigh. Was she starting to secrete from arousal? So, this was not only affecting me, but her, as well. I wondered if Mike was also feeling it.

Erica

Step Four was a bottomless (and topless) runway walk. This did seem a little over the top. Mike didn't say no, and I was excited and aroused enough that I probably wasn't thinking clearly. I just thought it would be exciting and wanton, and that was my mood. It was like art, until someone touched me. Again, I had two pairs of laser eyes on my body, which added to the excitement of being nude. By the time I returned to my seat, I knew I was wet without looking or touching down there. It felt good. I was almost eagerly awaiting my next command. Mike was helped by having such a nice, sexy voice.

As I sat down, I was panting. I also knew that my pussy was damp, if not wet. From my angle, it looked that Mike was at least mildly aroused. I expected Johnny was a bit aroused also, even though he had seen me nude many times. Putting a third pair of eyes into the mix definitely changed the tone.

Mike continued, "The next step is a change of pace from the previous steps. For this step, you will sit in my lap and kiss me."

I had never kissed a man other than Johnny while nude, and even then, it was not until I was having sex with him. Everything I had done so far was titillating, but a long way from having sex. I saw that this was turning in such a way as to make having sex a possible outcome. I knew I was behaving borderline violating my wedding vows, but I was also feeling like doing something naughty. P