Let's just say that the story I'm about to tell to you is not something I ever expected. I was not looking for anything with anyone but my wife.
Let me give you some background. My name is Tom. I'm 26 years old and I married my wife, Stephanie, 2 years ago after dating for a year. Steph is a year younger than me and we sort of met at work. I have a 'suit and tie' job with a big, multinational corporation. I'm a small little cog in this gigantic machine working in our strategic planning group as part of the mergers and acquisitions team.
That means I'm in the main office headquarters of the whole conglomerate since my group works closely with all of the most senior executives and Board members. My wife works for an advertising and marketing firm and my company is their largest client. We literally bumped into one another one day as she stepped off the elevator. I had my head down looking at a spreadsheet and walked right into her. Her "ooofff" as I knocked the wind out of her resulted in my face turning scarlet and multiple bumbling apologies. I was mesmerized by her big, brown eyes as I tried to make amends for my almost knocking her down. Her eyes were captivating, and she blushed, too, as she gently lay her hand on my arm and said "Don't worry about it, I'm fine." Her touch was light and gentle but still made me tingle where her fingers rested on the sleeve of my white, button down shirt. I'm not sure either of us noticed the smiles on her two colleagues' faces, but both of them told us at our wedding that they could see the possibility of something special between the two of us right away.
I won't say that I fell in love with Stephanie at that very moment, but I sure knew a good thing when I saw her. I waited in the lobby for an hour and a half until I saw the three agency folks step off an elevator. Nervous as all hell I approached them, now in my suit jacket, and spoke to Steph. "I just wanted to apologize to you again ", I began. Her two associates began to step away and her (I later learned) boss said, "We'll meet you at the car."
I've never been interested in another woman since that conversation.
I'm also not going to tell you I lusted for my mother in law from the moment I met her; or that she was always flirting and teasing with me. Nor will I tell you that Janet and Stephanie are carbon copies of each other or that they're often mistaken for sisters. Stephanie is 5' 4", has brown hair, brown eyes, a nice bust, and slim hips with a firm but smallish ass. Janet is 5'8", has dyed ash blonde hair, blue eyes, a generous bust and a fuller, rounder ass. Stephanie wears very little makeup, if at all and her nails are trimmed short without any color. She does paint her toes from time, almost all the time in the summer. Janet generally has at least lipstick on and often some eyeshadow and mascara. Her nails are always perfect. Extending about 1/2" beyond each fingertip I have never not seen them painted. She generally opts for either French tip or bright red though I have seen her with blue and shades of pink. Stephanie has told me that her mom goes to the nail salon every week and is such a good customer that she can stop in between appointments for 'touch ups' if she needs one.
Stephanie's mother and father divorced about 4 years before we were married. She is their only child. It was a bit awkward at our wedding when her dad walked Steph down the aisle. Stephanie loves her father because he's her father but she doesn't respect him and won't forgive him for some of the things he did to her mother. I've never heard any of the stories but there must have been some hurtful things since Janet tries to avoid her ex at all costs and she never speaks of him.
In June, just after we celebrated our second anniversary Janet called to tell us she had rented a condo at the beach for the summer and invited us down. Stephanie and I scrambled with our schedules and were each able to get the third week in June off. We flew down on a Friday night and were settled into Janet's condo on the 15th floor overlooking the ocean by 8:30 that night. We had a drink on the balcony, listening to the waves rolling on the sand below. After a couple of drinks we were all relaxed and Steph and I headed to bed. One minor quirk was that the second bedroom had two twin beds. Janet offered us the master with the queen mattress but we refused. Since she was covering the entire cost of the condo we were adamant that she deserved the master.
The next morning we had some breakfast and then headed down to the beach. Both women wore pullovers over their bathing suits and they chatted together the entire elevator ride and walk down the boardwalk that was constructed from the pool area through the dune to the beach. Each condo had its own, lockable storage at the start of the boardwalk and I pulled three chairs and an umbrella out for us.
The beach was quite flat, just a gentle grade to the water, with soft, fine sand and plenty of space between the water and the dune to accommodate many people. We selected a spot to one side midway between the water and the dune and set up camp.
The women reached down to pull their beach cover ups over their heads and off. Stephanie was wearing a new aqua blue bikini she bought last year at an end of season sale and hadn't had a chance to wear yet. Other than the white of her untanned skin, she looked terrific. The bottom was low cut, slung across her hips with just a thin strap on each side connecting to a triangle of fabric in the front that cut up the junction of her thighs to her crotch. In the rear the material was generous enough to fully cover each cheek and one had to look very closely to make out the start of her ass crack at the top. The top of the suit was another matter. Two triangles of fabric that began under each breast rose up and over the breast, narrowing to a point just below the top edge of each breast. The triangles were joined by what I thought was a very thin piece of string between them. Similarly thin strings went around her sides and over her shoulders to tie behind her back and neck respectively. The fabric covered her nipples and areolas completely but between side boob, cleavage and the tops I'd say that 40% or more of her boobs was exposed.
"Quite, the daring top there, sweetie," Janet said with a slight motherly tone. I kept my mouth shut for this one.
"Mom, there will be a day when my boobs are too saggy or my belly too big for me to wear a suit like this. I'm only here with you and Tom; I don't know anyone else so just let me enjoy getting some really cool tan lines."She went about arranging her chair when she finished.
Janet was looking at me and caught the crooked smile that I tried to hold back thinking about how nice those tan lines would look with a deep tan and Steph's light skin tone.
"Tom appears to like the idea, so I guess I'm out voted." Janet shrugged her shoulders in a "what's a mother to do?" sort of motion. She went about setting up her chair. I took the opportunity to look her over quickly since it was the first time I'd seen her in anything this revealing. She wore a two piece 'tankini' Consisting of top that covered from the bottom part to above her breasts and two thin straps that ran over her shoulders and criss-crossed in the back. The bottoms were 'boy shorts' with about an inch of material around the top of the thigh. The top was a dark blue that de-emphasized her breasts and I couldn't see any signs of her nipples. The bottom was a bright, light blue. She was trim and fit with a few lines at the corners of eyes and perhaps an extra little bit at her tummy, ass and thighs. In my opinion she was in far better shape than most 48 year old women. She already had a very nice tan.
