My wife and I were scheduled for a 5-day getaway to St. Barths. I love it there because not only does it have the nicest beaches in the world, it has a very European feel to it. All the beaches feature plenty of beautiful people going both topless and nude beaches. Often times you will see models doing magazine photo shoots.
My usually shy wife lets down her inhibitions whenever we are at a destination where she is sure we won't run into anyone we know. This excites me to no end as I love showing her off.
Before we went on holidays Mary got completely waxed and insisted that she shave me bare as well, which I pretended to fight it but actually really enjoyed. I love the clean feeling but also the sense that she is making me do something for her after doing the same for me.
During these trips we have a rule. Each of us can make one request that the other must do or accept. After flying into St Maarten and then taking the puddle jumper to St Barths, I leaned over to Mary and told her my request, "No panties or bra the entire time you are on the island."
She was pissed. Despite having a great body, ... . She went into the bathroom at the airport and came out with her boobs swinging back in forth under her shirt and handed me her thong.
We checked into the hotel, had a nice dinner and made love before going to sleep. The next morning, we got up and headed down for breakfast.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"What?" she replied.
I reminded her of my request, so she pulled them off and just threw on a light cotton dress. As we walked to the breakfast area a gust of wind lifted her skirt and gave a nice flash of her ass to two couples eating together. She was embarrassed but tried not to show it as she knows that I get a kick out of showing her off.
As we sat down for breakfast I asked her what her request was, but she said she hadn't made up her mind yet.
The next two days were a blur; breakfast, beach lots of nude bodies and great sun. She would occasionally tease me on the beach so I would get hard and have to roll over. We would go home and take a nap, wake up go to dinner and make love. She clearly got comfortable going braless and pantyless all week and her all over tan looked amazing.
I did manage to get a blowjob from my wife on one of the beach days by the rocks to the right of Saline Beach which ended in a nice sloppy cum kiss between the two of us. Overall though, most of our sex was restricted to the hotel room. Despite my continued asking she still had no request for me.
On our third day at the beach we were both nude. We were sitting, relaxing, and reading books when a sudden gust of wind blew Mary's hat right off and it rolled down the beach.
"Shit!" she yelled.
I turned my head to the sight of a 6' 4 muscular guy coming towards us with Mary's hat. He was completely nude, carrying a back pack, tanned all over and had the largest cock I had ever seen. His balls were the size of oranges and his cock must have been 8 inches soft and 2 inches wide.
"Is this yours?" He asked, in a foreign yet familiar accent.
"Yes, thanks," Mary said, "Is that a South African accent?"
"Yes, it is, my names Robert." He replied. Mary swallowed as she looked at his cock. He kneeled down to get eye level and his cock almost touched the sand.
"I am Mary, and this is my husband Peter" Mary said, introducing both of us to this fine specimen of man.
We shook hands and he asked us if this was our first time to the island. We told him it was our second. He said that he had been here for 3 weeks but was heading home tomorrow. Mary asked where he was staying, and it ended up being the same hotel that we were in. He eyeballed Mary's full body which caused a stir in both our cocks.
