"Ah, come on," Blake signed, "You look like you're allergic to the sun."
Marcy glared at her husband, "When you suggested we drive up to Serenity Beach I thought about the red bikini but then you added you'd also invited those assholes you work with. You saw them last year at the swim party, their hands were all over me," she spat.
"I didn't invite them, they invited themselves," the man sighed. "We were talking and Joe asked if we had plans for the first great weekend. I mentioned we were going up there and well, I couldn't say no."
"And that made wearing the bikini out of the question. You need to keep some things to yourself," she stated firmly.
Blake sighed, "I wasn't thinking. I'll make it up to you. I just wish you'd relax around these guys. They're all talk and no action and I don't mind if they look and perhaps cop a feel. I'm proud to have such a sexy beautiful wife."
"I mind. I don't like being leered at and treated like a piece of meat," she sighed. "I'm not changing. Let's get going. It's a two-hour drive. She looked at the disappointment on her husband's face and kissed him, "Just think how fun taking this off will be when we get home."
They went out to the garage, Marcy going to her Toyota Mirai and Blake to his flaming Yellow Jaguar F-Type.
"Why are we taking that? I thought you didn't want to get it dirty. The last few miles to the ocean are all dirt roads," she asked.
"Steve wants to see it, he's thinking of getting one. I'll wash it when we get home," he sighed. "I could drive it to the office Monday but we're always so busy at work we can't get out."
The brunette shook her head, "No, that's fine I like the ride better than mine, but can I drive it?" she asked.
The man looked at his wife, "Sure, just not today. I'm not sure you'd be comfortable with the 7-speed paddle shifters and well, you know. Look, I'll let you drive it next week. Ok?"
Mary dropped her bag with her change of clothes and her beach blanket in the small trunk, "Sure. Whatever you say," she mumbled.
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"They must have just gotten here themselves, great timing," Blake looked over at the Maserati Trofeo that Joe recently picked up. Almost $200,000 car. The four men were just grabbing their stuff out of the back.
He pulled the convertible behind the gorgeous blue SUV. "Want to race?" Blake grinned at his co-workers.
"Off-road, sure. What's the stake?" Joe looked directly at Marcy with a crooked grin. She couldn't hide her incredible body under the wrap and the one-piece suit. He'd love to see her naked to get a better look at what appeared to be D-cups and to verify she had no discernable body fat but she always covered herself up. If she were his wife she'd let all the men know what they couldn't have but Blake seemed oblivious.
"You wish," he chuckled, "You couldn't handle her. Marcy, I'm going to park away from everyone if you want to get out here." her husband suggested.
The 29-year-old woman shuddered under the mens' scrutiny as she opened the car door. She should have kept her knees together and felt his eyes on her open crotch as she swung her right leg out. 'Damn low car,' she thought, 'good thing I didn't wear the red bikini with the thong bottom.'
Joe wasn't the only man watching, Steve nudged Teddy as the beautiful woman's camel toe was briefly on display. Max stepped forward offering his hand though his eyes weren't on hers but looking at her impressive cleavage.
After finding a great spot where the trees overhung the beach, the rest of the day went without too much flirting, touching, and other overt acts by the four men of which Blake seemed unaware as he was in conversation with one of the men the entire time. She even had to resort to asking Steve if he'd put sunscreen on her back. The other men offered to do her front and Max wondered if the suit was SPF rated as he'd be happy to help protect her creamy skin.
Whenever Marcy went into the ocean, one or more of the men joined her. They made excuses to get close to her, touch her, and got her giggling loudly as they took turns throwing her as far as they could. She quit trying to fight where they put their hand as she was having fun but there was very little that the four men hadn't explored on her body.
Marcy felt a wave of relief when her husband stood and suggested they head home. She picked up her stuff after shaking out the towel and headed to the showers to rinse off the saltwater.
Marcy dropped her bag in the trunk thinking she'd dry off in the open convertible and didn't bother changing. After closing the trunk she stopped. Her husband was in the passenger's seat and Steve was behind the wheel.
"Um, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Oh, sorry. Can you see if you can ride with Joe? We're meeting for steaks on the grill and a few beers at our house anyhow so it's all the same. Steve wants one of these and I told him he could drive it." He looked over at the Maserati and the guys walking over to it after changing.
Marcy glared at her husband but he'd dismissed her to give instructions to Steve on the controls.
Marcy watched as the yellow sports car drove off leaving her with nothing but her towel. 'Steve gets to drive it and I can't?' she thought bitterly. As she walked over to the other incredible vehicle she heard the men talking.
"So you won't let me drive it, ever?" Teddy asked Joe.
"Never. No one drives this car," he said firmly. "Let's go."