Wife Makes Beach Appointment
She walked into the bathroom to look at her new swimsuit her husband had purchased for her. It didn't hide much. It certainly wasn't a suit she could wear anywhere but a long ways from home! She wondered what her co-workers would think if they saw her now. Nobody she knew could possibly connect her quiet conservative work demeanor with this suit. The pale green color appeared to highlight her auburn hair nicely and didn't make her look too white as a darker color would. Turning to look at her back she noted that it provided some cover but not near the amount she was used to. With the exception of the thin straps it looked like she didn't have a top on at all from behind.
In front, she noted that if she was viewed from the side a person could catch a glimpse of the underside of her breasts which she found sexy but again, not anything she was familiar showing. She noted that the bottom fabric was much narrower than any suit she had ever worn. She grabbed her razor. Moving the fabric away from her just a bit she trimmed her flaming red curls to make sure nothing showed. She found herself having to trim more than she wanted leaving just a strip in order to ensure nothing showed.
She slid into her flip flops and threw on her cover-up and tied it closed. "Thank god I brought this" she thought half out loud as she walked back into the suite and her husband who by now had changed into his trunks and a t-shirt. "I should have bought you a speed-o" she commented as she noted his suit hung down to his knees. "This is a little unfair" she said to him.
"Perhaps, but you are so f-ing hot in that. You must know that any man who looks at you in that suit will get an instant woody. Take off that wrap and turn around for me." She grinned and did as she was told spinning around for him. "Slowly!" She turned more slowly, sensually. "Oh god you are so hot. I wanna bang you right now! You have such a nice ass. I just love it when men see your hot ass wondering how I ever hooked up with you. You know they will all be salivating over you; wanting to fuck you; wanting to stick their hot rods in you!
"Oh stop. Let's go." She glanced at her watch. It was almost 1:00 PM and she didn't want to be late. She feared what Scott, Bob, and Matt might do if she was late. She remembered back to that Chevy Chase movie where their home sex video was stolen and his wife ended up on porn sites. She couldn't afford that sort of experience. She swung open the door and ran down the hall to the elevator. Pushing the button the doors opened immediately and within a second or so of her entering them almost closed before her husbands' arm reached in to squeeze into the elevator.
"Trying to leave without me eh? I suppose you want to lose me at the beach so you can get some action?" Before she could answer he had slipped his hand inside her suit, groping her left breast as he kissed her. He backed her into the wall of the elevator as it began its' descent grabbing her ass under her suit in the process. "Tell me about how that guy fucked you at the wedding reception. When did he do you? Was he good? Does he have a big cock?" he hoarsely whispered to her?
"Stop it!" She pushed her husband off her and pulled the fabric back over her breast noticing her nipple severely poking through the cloth. "You can't behave like this." He just grinned at her as he pulled his swim trunks down just far enough for her to see his excitement. "Yes he has a big cock. Now are you satisfied?"
"No, tell me more..." he stated just as the elevator doors began to open.
She pushed out ahead of her husband and trotted into the hotel lobby and out the big lobby doors knotting the tie around her wrap as she went. Her husband strolled out behind her with his hands folded in front of him attempting to cover the tent in his trunks. The doorman smiled knowingly as he walked toward the front entry. As he was walking past the doorman he stopped and leaned toward the hotel employee and whispered "I know what you are wondering and yes, she is a hot fuck!" Smiling broadly he jogged out to catch up to his wife, who by now was halfway across the street and running toward the Hilton. By the time he caught up with her she was halfway through the lobby which was open to the beach out back.
"What's your hurry, slow down!" He grabbed her arm. "The sun won't go down for hours; I think we have time to get there."
"What time is it" she asked, looking a little panicked.
"About ten after one; plenty of time."
"Ok" she replied as she walked out onto the terrace looking around. She didn't see the guys but she did see a couple chairs that were just opening up so she ran over to claim them. She threw her bag on the chair to save for her husband and planted herself firmly on the other.
"Nice spot" her husband stated as he again caught up with her. "Why don't you take your wrap off and I'll put some lotion on so you don't burn."
She objected. "I think I'll just sit her like this a bit."
"Remember, that is not our deal," he stated a bit too firmly as she looked back towards him. "You agreed to wear whatever I want you to wear whenever I want you to wear it and right now I want that wrap off."
She leaned forward and pulled it off her and dropping back down to the chair. "Ok, happy now? Can you give me my sunglasses and hat out of the bag?" He handed her both.
Once her dark glasses were on she again surveyed the scenery as her husband put lotion on himself. As he was distracted he didn't notice when she took notice of three men in the water excitedly pointing toward her. It was the men from the prior evening.
She watched as they walked out of the water and toward their lounge chairs that were only about 50 feet away. Scott, the bolder one grabbed something and walked toward them. Scott walked up to her husband. "Nice suit your wife as there. She will have to be careful or she will burn a lot of skin in that suit" he laughed. "I actually sell sun tan lotion. When I noticed your wife I thought I should bring you some. I'd love to help you apply it on her," which is about when her husband looked up over his glasses at Scott and looked back toward his wife. It was so very obvious to him what had caused this man to make that comment.
"Oh what the hell, knock yourself out."
She shot her husband a quick glance, wondering what the heck he was thinking as Scott squirted some lotion into his hand. "Hi, I'm Scott."
She panicked. She had told Scott the night before her name was Debbie. She certainly couldn't tell him her real name! She reached out her hand to shake his. "Hi."
