Sam sat down into the seat next to Olivia, who was staring out of the window, trying to see who else had chosen to take the excursion to the Hawksbill beach resort on the beautiful island of Antigua.
Over the last five days, Olivia had taken every opportunity to dress like a slut, both on the and off of the ship. Loving the attention that she'd been receiving. Especially when they went on shore excursions to the beach. On both occasions that they'd visited beaches on the islands, she'd worn tiny bikinis that left little to the imagination.
Sam had also enjoyed the attention that Olivia had received during the evenings when visiting the bars while on-board. He'd wander off, leaving her sitting alone, pretending he needed to use the bathroom, then watch from across the room as other men looked at her. On a couple of occasions, she'd d been approached by men trying to chat her up or get her to dance with them. Most likely trying to get into her knickers, well, at least that's what he hoped!
Sam thought that he'd get really jealous, or even angry when Olivia was approached by other men trying to chat her up, even though he wanted that. He did get butterflies in his stomach, but any small amount of jealousy was outweighed by how turned on he felt when seeing other men admiring his wife. The thought of other men wanting to fuck her always gave him a hard-on! He felt proud that he had a wife that others found attractive, that they desired, that they wanted to fuck.
He'd researched their ports of call before they embarked on the cruise. Luckily, he'd found what he was looking for in Antigua, the last of their island stops before the Trans-Atlantic part of the cruise.
Olivia had no idea what Sam had planned for today, only that they were going to a beach resort for the day.
Over the last week, Sam had encouraged Olivia to dress more adventurously, insisting that she didn't wear any underwear for the duration of the cruise, which she eagerly agreed to. In fact, the only time he allowed her to cover up her beautifully waxed pussy was around the pool, and then only in bikinis that he had purchased for her.
He'd brought Olivia some Wicked Weasel bikinis online. Surprising her with the new sexy bikinis on their second day of the cruise, she'd been shocked by just how revealing some of them were, the most revealing ones reserved for their trips ashore. She wore the slightly less risquΓ© bikinis around the pool area, even so, they left little to the imagination. As this was an adults-only cruise, she didn't have to worry about offending any parents.
Sam's favorite bikini set, was a white cheeky bottom style. The top covered just the front of her breasts, leaving the bulk of her tits nicely exposed. The bikini bottoms were tied at the side with a pull string, leaving just a small triangle of material covering her pussy, the rear of the bottoms covering only half of her ass cheeks. But best of all, as far as Sam was concerned, was that when they were wet, they became almost entirely transparent! Sam had watched from his lounger as Olivia stepped out of the pool, unknowingly showing her hard nipples, shaved pussy mound, and just a tiny hint of slit visible to the other pool users. She'd been utterly oblivious to how sexy she looked.
When Sam started laughing, she'd asked him. "What are you laughing at?"
Sam just pointed at her wet bikini, looking pleased with himself. Olivia looked down, seeing that her tits and pussy were clearly visible through the bikini. She quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping around herself before sitting back onto her lounger.
"Bastard, you could've warned me," Olivia pretended to be annoyed, but, deep down inside, she was pleased that he had chosen such a revealing bikini for her to wear. She knew that she wouldn't have had the courage to buy it for herself, however much would have wanted to.
"What fun would that have been. You should have seen your face," Sam laughed, reaching for his drink. "Besides, look at all those dirty old men looking at you, you've made their day."
Olivia looked around the pool seeing several of the men and a few women looking her way.
Fuck it, I'll show him,
Olivia thought, removing the towel, placing it on the floor by her side. Laying back onto the lounger, she put her hands behind her head, causing her tits to rise high up on her chest, her hard nipples pressing into the transparent material, while at the same time allowing her legs to relax and fall apart just a tiny little bit.
Sam watched her, amazed by her boldness; he wouldn't ever have envisioned her displaying herself so unashamedly a year ago. He was coming to believe that she was capable of doing anything he asked her to do.
Olivia looked straight across the small pool, seeing another couple staring at her. From their position, they would be able to see straight up between her legs, leaving her with no doubt that they could see her pussy through the wet material of her bikini bottoms.
Well, at least I bloody hope so!
She'd thought.
...
"Look," Sam heard Olivia say, bringing him back to the present.
Sam leaned across Olivia's lap, seeing that Brad and Carrie, from the cabin next to theirs, had just joined the queue for their bus.
They'd bumped into them a few times since that first morning a week ago, exchanging greetings and a bit of small talk, other than that, they hadn't seen that much of each other, much to their disappointment. They'd both been excited by their confession that they'd not only listened to them having sex, but had become so aroused that they had also had sex themselves while listening to them.
"Did you know that they were coming on this excursion?" Olivia asked Sam as he sat back into the seat.
"No, I've hardly seen them since that first morning," Sam said quietly.
I hope that they're going to the same place as us, fuck, that would be exciting.
He added in his mind.
Brad shook Sam's hand, saying hello as they passed by heading towards the back of the coach, where the few remaining empty seats were located.
Olivia looked up smiling as they passed, unable to avert her gaze from Carrie's ample bosom and shapely body. Carrie was dressed similarly to Olivia in a short summer dress, buttoned down the front, suitable for easy changing on the beach. Where Carrie's dress was a light cream color, ending halfway between her ass and knees, Olivia's was a pale yellow, almost exactly the same style. Both of them looked absolutely stunning in their little summer dresses.
Sam looked back down the coach, watching Carrie's ass sway as she walked down the aisle towards the back seats, wondering whether she'd also chosen not to wear any underwear. He hoped so.
The journey to Hawksbill beach only lasted about 20 minutes, most of which Sam spent looking out of the window, watching the scenery pass by, wondering what Olivia's reaction would be like when she found out where they were really going today. He hadn't let Olivia see the new bikini he had brought especially for today, well, calling it a bikini was a bit of a stretch. This one was also a Wicked Weasel micro bikini, designed to just about cover the pussy lips with a see-through mesh material, leaving very little to the imagination. Although it had come with a top made from the same mesh material, Sam had no intention of offering it to her while they were on the beach. He wanted her to at the very least go topless. From her behavior over the last few days, he knew she wouldn't mind having her nicely shaped 36C tits on display to everyone on the beach.
When the coach stopped at the resort, they waited for the other passengers to get off before leaving the coach themselves, not wanting to rush around.
Looking around, Sam saw Brad and Carrie walking off towards the beaches, pleased, but at the same time a little disappointed that they hadn't waited for them.
Olivia took hold of Sam's hand as they ambled in the direction of the beach, nipping into a small shop on the way through the main resort, buying some water and a few cans of beer and Pina Colada from the ice cooler, which the cashier put into a cool bag for them.
When they reached the edge of the beach, Sam turned left away from the main beach area pulling Olivia along with him.
"Where are we going? The beach is back that way," Olivia said, looking slightly concerned to be leaving the beaten track.