The wife
The beach, you know I hate the beach! He was thinking it but didn't dare say it. He had avoided going for many summers, the traffic, the sand in your shorts, screaming kids, finding a parking spot, having to carry all her beach crap, just wasn't his idea of fun.
That all said, she had been trying really hard to loose a few extra pounds since before the cruise, continuing to get ready for the upcoming summer cruise.
Several months later it was really starting to show. Tummy almost flat, thighs thinner, ass firming up, my late forties wife was looking quite hot like she did twenty years ago. The only disappointment was the fact that even though she is still a nice "C" cup, those also got smaller.
He had ordered her a new tiny bikini as a surprise a while back in preparation for the upcoming cruise. He hated the little skirt bottom thingy and matching super padded top she had packed out for the last cruise, it just looked frumpy like what the grandmas were wearing.
She liked the old one because it has a tummy hider which was her greatest concern at the time, but that isn't a factor anymore. He had noticed while on the cruise the styles had changed and women, young and old, were showing off a lot more ass cheeks these days.
He had made it a point of giving her compliments and continuous encouragement that seemed to help her with her mission to keep loosing and firm up.
A few weeks or so ago she came into the living room to show him a pair of jeans she was wearing that she hadn't been able to get over her hips and thighs for many years. She still had a little muffin top caused by the jeans being a size too small still, but dang they looked good on her. She had made significant progress and he was quite proud of her!
He had to admit many years ago she was a bit of a show off, ok a lot of a show off, and he loved to show her off back then with her revealing, short and sexy outfits. Her long waist length red hair added to her appeal.
Back to her new bikini, when he was looking for bikinis on Amazon, he wanted a lot less coverage, she used to wear the wicked weasel bikinis and rocked them with her natural looking "C's". She was able to wear the tiny tops as well due to her small lite pink nipples that always seemed to be poking out. Even when her nipples started to peek out from under her tops, you had to be paying attention to notice her areoles because they were so lite colored.
He found a little bikini he liked, the model wearing it may have influenced his selection, not super tiny like he was imagining, but like most bikinis these day, it didn't tie on the sides, but showed a lot of ass cheeks, he ordered her a size smaller than what she was currently wearing.
So finally came the request to go to the beach, he had been waiting for it this time, he had been wanting to show her off since her transformation and this would be an excellent opportunity, as much as he hate the beach. It was a weekday, so all the kids would be in school and it would be a lot less crowded.
He smiled at her, "ok, but let's play a game if you want me to go with you!"
She cocked her head and rolled her eyes, "what?"
"Well you have been working really hard to get to where you are now, go put on that black cover and skirt, I have a bikini you can put on when we get there." He gave her an evil grin.
She looked at him, "my cover up is crocheted net, it will be a bit revealing don't you think?"
He just smiled at her, "that's what I am counting on, and we can take your Jeep."
"But you took the top and doors off it!"
"Yeah?" He grinned knowing she would be on display.
"Well that cover up doesn't really cover up everything."
He just grinned not responding giving her one of those, "your point" looks.
"And... but I am older now and not the same body," she claimed
"You still have a hot body, and I still love showing you off! So go change let's go to the beach like you asked!"
He could see her thinking trying to find an excuse. But she knew he was right (for a change), and she really wanted to go, they had not been to the beach together in years.
"Fine!" And down the hall she went.
He went and changed, grabbing the new bikini from his top draw, shoving the wad of mostly strings in his pocket and went to the kitchen to get ready. He made a bag of snacks, and a few drinks in the Royal Caribbean cooler bag she got from the travel agent on our last cruise.
He smiled seeing her come into the dinning room where he was finishing getting ready. Her nipples like he said were always hard, just like now and were poking through the holes of the loose net cover. He liked the outline of her untanned boobs quite visible under the black material, she had been in the sun more than he realized. The skirt, made of the same material, wasn't as revealing in the front, but the back showed her ass was bare under the material. He didn't dare tell her, but figured she knew.
They hopped in the Jeep and headed for the interstate, it was only a forty minute ride to the coast. He couldn't keep from looking over at her, there was no mistaking her boobs were bare under the top, and he would slow when we passed the big trucks and pick-up trucks letting them look down at her hoping they could tell as well.
He was happy when he saw a few guys and a lady or two doing double takes and smiling seeing her revealing outfit.
Traffic on the island, for a change, wasn't bad and they were able to find a parking spot near the far end at one of the towns designed parking areas that had a wooden walkway over the dunes to protect them.
He reached back and pulled the snack bag to the front and dropped the keys in the side pocket, then reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out the wad of strings that represented itself as bikini.
"Here you go, put it on," grinning, knowing there was no place for her to go out of view of the public.
She glared at him of course and stepped out the Jeep. She opened the bottoms, the back not much wider than the front and the front was quite minimal. Again a look of "really!"
But she stepped into it, pulling it up her legs and to her hips under the knitted skirt. Reaching to the back, running her finger under the back, "this bottom barely covers the top of my ass crack!" She fussed at him, two guys walking to a truck a few spots over turned to look.
He just grinned again, as she held up the top that actually had two very narrow triangles that were adequate to cover maybe half of what was needed to be considered decent.
She surprised him when she just pulled her cover over her head, facing inside the Jeep but in view of the two guys, one of them stopping to watch her.
Standing there she tied an over hand note in the neck strings and pulled it over her head, flipping her thick red hair over the top of the knot, smiling at the guy watching her. Followed by reaching back with the two other strings and tying the back into a bow.
