Things moved pretty fast once I realized that my wife was also turned on by the idea of making love to another man. In fact, the opportunity arose within a couple of days, thanks to the Latin dance lessons she was taking at our vacation resort.
Like I said before, Anne normally dressed in a pretty low-key way, designed to basically hide her large breasts and round bum. She wasn't fat, and had a nice firm waist, but her boobs definitely made her self-conscious. I kept telling her that a lot of guys found her type very sexy, but she always rejected those comments as "something a husband has to say," especially now that she was over forty.
Things started to change during our vacation. Maybe it was the sun, or being away from the kids for the first time in ages, or the daily dance classes. Whatever it was, when I pointed out to her how many other guys had been watching her when she went up to the dance area beside the pool on that first day, she started to regain a bit of confidence.
In fact, the next day she went to the club store and bought herself a new bathing suit. It was still a black one-piece, but with the leg cut a lot higher, the top cut a lot lower, and the whole thing clinging to her a lot tighter. Wearing sandals with a little heel, she modeled it for me in our bungalow.
"Well, can I get away with this?" she asked, standing in front of the bathroom mirror and running her hands down her hips. It was like she was trying to press them in.
"Are you kidding me?" I said. I had a serious hard-on imagining my wife walking past the pool like this in a few minutes. "You just wait and see what happens. If half a dozen guys at the pool aren't howling like dogs when you go to the dance lesson today, then ... tomorrow I'll take you into the city and we'll spend the whole day buying you shoes."
Anne laughed. "I hope for your sake you're right," she said. Then she walked towards the door. Her boobs and bum wobbled delightfully with every step, and the heels accentuated the curves of her legs . She stopped to tie on her sheer black beach wrap, and then we headed to the pool.
As expected, I noticed three or four guys right away giving Anne the once-over. She was definitely enjoying the attention. She went into the pool a couple of times, and whenever she came out, that tight black bathing suit just clung to her curves. Her nipples really poked out. Her skin glistened in the sunlight. I had an erection most of the afternoon.
Then at five, the Latin music started and off she went to her lesson. She got plenty of appreciative stares and I had the feeling she put a little extra strut into her step to give them a show. Anyway, she looked pretty hot.
I had the feeling there were more men in the class than the day before. I was proved right when they all paired up to practice the steps they'd learned. Like the day before, they just rotated through the group, but because they had more men today, Anne always had a male partner. That was good news as far as I was concerned. Since Anne had told me how turned on she got from this kind of dancing, I was hoping that one of her partners would soon be one of her lovers.
Most of the guys she danced with were pretty clumsy. They all had a good laugh every time they messed up and the mood was pretty light. Two guys in the group in particular would steal a glance at my wife when she was with someone else -- her shuddering tits were really eye-catching in that new suit. One guy was about my age, mid-forties, a little paunchy but a nice smile. Anne always seemed to be laughing when she was dancing with him. The other guy was quite a bit younger. I admit it's a bit of a stereotype, but he looked Latin himself and I had the feeling he was attracted to my wife's blonde hair and pink skin. Her big boobs didn't hurt either, I figured. He was way more serious about it all. My wife seemed to enjoy his attention as well, but I had the feeling she was having a better time with the other guy.
Anyway, after the dance lesson, my wife went for a quick swim. I had left the poolside and was in the bar, watching. When she came out of the water, I was once again amazed at how great she looked. The vacation and her new-found confidence were working wonders. I hadn't seen her look so sexy in years. Her boobs and bum jiggled as she rubbed her hair with her towel. When she stood in profile, her large nipples stood out prominently.
The guy who made her laugh came up to her and they struck up a conversation. It wasn't long before she was giggling. Then he whispered something in her ear and she looked like she blushed. Bingo, I thought. I headed out of the bar and back to our bungalow.
About 20 minutes later Anne came into out room. I was lying on the bed reading. "Where did you go?" she asked, half scolding. "I looked for you after my lesson but you weren't anywhere. Why didn't you wait for me?" She headed into the bathroom.
I closed my book and sat up. "I was bored, and it was hot, so I thought I'd come back here and relax with a book," I said. "How was the lesson?"
"It was great," she said. I walked to the bathroom door. She was naked, hanging up her bathing suit on a towel rack. She turned to the mirror and started brushing her hair. With her arms raised, her breasts looked fantastic. "It is so much fun," she said. "Some of the guys can't dance very well and then I have to work hard not to lead them. But when they suddenly get the rhythm, it's really cool."
She picked a pair of white panties from the rack and slipped them on. The rest of her clothes were hanging on the rack - a white bra, loose white blouse and matching skirt. "Actually, cool's the wrong word," she said. "It's kind of hot. Something suddenly clicks, and then the two of you are moving together in perfect rhythm." She swung her hips back and forth, and gave me a look in the mirror. "It's a great feeling. Sexy."
She took her bra, but I reached out and held her hand back. "Don't," I said. "Go without tonight." My shorts were bulging with my hard-on.
She looked at me sharply. "Are you serious?" she asked.
"Why not?" I said. "You look fantastic and I'm proud of you. Besides, with that loose blouse, no one will be able to see anything. It'll just be a turn-on knowing that you're going braless."
She smiled and shook her head. "You're just horny. These boobs aren't what they used to be," she said, lifting them up in both hands. She pouted. "I need a bra."
"You've got great boobs," I said. "You saw how the guys were looking at you today at the pool. There's no need to hide." I stepped up to her and lifted her breasts in my hands. They were heavy but still firm. "Maybe some of your dance partners will be at the restaurant tonight," I said. "Let's give them something to think about."
I ran my thumbs over her nipples. She shivered and giggled, pushing me away. "Not a chance," she said, and turned away, grabbing her clothes and moving into the bedroom to finish getting dressed. Disappointed, I turned to the mirror. You're getting old, losing your hair, I thought. Losing your marbles, too, if you think you're going to get your wife into the sack with someone else. I brushed my teeth, combed what hair I had left, and went into the bedroom.
"Let's go," Anne said. "I'm starved." She was just closing the last button on her blouse.
