35 comments/ 241865 views/ 9 favorites Overwhelming Urges By: magmaman I know when the idea started, I just don't know why. Thinking about it, I suppose each and every one of us has some kind of perverse notion in our heads, we just keep them in check. For some reason I could not explain, I wanted to see situations where my wife Patti was exposed, I wanted others to see flashes of nudity. At the same time, I didn't want to be embarrassed, or have her embarrassed, so it had to be "accidental." I think am probably about as completely normal as it is possible to be, well, except for that urge that kept popping into my head. I am 5'10" tall and 200 pounds, at barely 37 years old I am still in shape. Let's just say I fill out a size 48 jacket nicely. But other than size, I don't think I ever stood out at anything in my entire life. My wife Patti, on the other hand, is simply spectacular. She is 5'4", she has a sweet body with that sexy sway back look like that Bardot actress. She is also a redhead, a natural redhead. The kind with the big hair, every possible color mixed into it, hanging in flowing waves to her shoulders. Add in the upturned nose, green eyes, round wire framed glasses and freckles absolutely everywhere and you get the picture. Not beautiful in the classic sense like the air brushed models we see on TV, in magazines. No, she was just gut wrenching sexual in the way she stood, the way she walked, everything about her oozed sex. I don't believe she ever really realized it until after we had been married for several years. How did she end up with a guy like me? I don't have a clue, I was at a party, she walked up to me and said hi. My mouth fell open, she giggled and I was madly in love, just like that. Somehow I got my vocal cords to work enough to ask her out, she smiled and said sure! We were both just barely 18 at the time a full 40 pounds lighter than I am now. She seemed to like me, don't ask me why. The studs on the ball teams were all biting themselves on the leg to get close to her and nothing ever worked. Patti was THE catch in our school, and somehow I caught her. Also very modest, she wore simple blouses buttoned up almost to the top, or sweaters. Usually she wore slacks, if she did wear a dress it was always level with her knees. There was no such thing as going without a bra, even though there was simply no reason for her to wear one. Her body didn't have a sag to it anywhere at that age. In fact she still almost doesn't. We sometimes went to the beach, all the other girls wore those tiny string bikinis. I was excited that day, expecting to see Patti in one. She slid her pretty flowered coverup off to reveal a one piece green suit that might as well have been paint. She had the only one piece suit on the beach that day. Yep. I probably heard 20 guys compliment her on it. I also saw her get some mildly hateful looks from some other gals who were wearing dental floss with some postage stamp size patches. It was just Patti, not something she could do anything about, she did attract attention. We dated several times each week, finally progressed to petting through our clothes. But until the evening of our marriage day I never saw her nipples, let alone anything else. That night she came out of the bathroom, she had on a silky pink thing that came to mid thigh and nothing else. The room was dark but I saw my first real glimpse of her body in the light from behind. I was in bed, still wearing my briefs, and instantly I was erect at the vision. Well, I was already erect but one look at her like that and my 7 inches became 8. As she lay beside me, I lifted the hem of the thin nightgown she wore. I reached down to open her legs, she buried her face against my neck, bashful as I looked at and touched her body. Her breasts were nice and round but small, she was covered with those wonderful freckles. The surprise was between her legs, there was the tuft of red pubic hair, that did nothing to hide the mass of flesh protruding from her. Her outer lips were extremely large, wrinkled, her clit was as large as the end of my thumb. I learned later that when she was excited, her loins swelled to extremely large, almost like a flower opening outwards. Patti was a virgin, I could best be described as inexperienced. Our first joining was hurried, I doubt I lasted more than 30 seconds, beginning to explode as I felt her body resist, then give way. But I lasted longer the second time, and the third, by morning my foreskin was all swollen and sore. That is an understatement, it swelled up to about three times normal size, when I tried to take a leak it was like I had it set on fan spray. I went to see my family Doctor, he stifled a laugh when he saw the end of my poor pecker, but offered an ointment that helped. It was a full week before the soreness faded enough to where we could do it again, by then I was trying very hard to get Patti to enjoy our lovemaking. Since I couldn't actually put my cock in her, I licked her instead. Not that I actually knew how to do that but she did respond somewhat to that, more than she did during actual sex, it seemed. She thrust back at me lightly, she moaned and seemed to enjoy it, but I wanted her to scream and squeal and lose control. She just never did, not really. Then one day Patti missed her period, I went with her to the Doctor's office after the home test read positive. Having a child was in our plans, but it was still a surprise that it happened so fast and so easy. We had been married just 6 short months. I sat out in the waiting room pretending to read a magazine about golf. Patti was back there for a long time as I sat there wondering what they were doing to her. She came out looking flustered, I stepped up to the counter to sign the papers for insurance. Just then a man in a white coat stepped out. He didn't look like any Doctor I ever saw, he was about 30, taller than me, well built, good looking. I was wondering what happened to my Doctor, mine was around 60. The way Doctors are supposed to be, I thought. "I almost forgot, Patti." He said. "Have the nurse schedule you for a followup next week, I will have the test results back by then." Patti nodded. "That is your Doctor?" I asked her as we got to the car. "Yes." She blushed again. "I expected some old guy." "So did I." Now she was blushing furiously. "So what did he do to you?" "Oh, just the usual." I was thinking of this good looking guy looking at Patti's pussy, feeling her up, all the things that I thought Doctors do. The usual? For some reason I had a raging hard on at the idea. No amount of prodding or probing had any effect, what went on in that room was secret. That made it worse, I think. Each evening I rubbed Patti down with Cocoa Butter, my Mom told me about that one. It seemed to work, Patti delivered a fat strapping baby boy we named Thomas after her Dad who sadly passed away just two weeks before Tommy was born. Her body returned to almost the way it looked before. Her bust was larger, and her hips wider, which just added to her constant sexy look. There were no stretch marks on her that I could find, and I looked. Life returned to as normal as it is possible in a household with a new baby. I guess I just assumed that since the first one was so fast and easy that soon there would be kids everywhere, but that didn't happen. I have no idea why. We had the usual circle of friends, so we went to parties, camping, things like that. I tried many times to get Patti to loosen up, nothing worked. Even at beach parties, it was always that one piece suit. When she replaced it, it was another one piece suit, a different color. Once at a party I got her to unbutton her blouse a couple of buttons, she seemed nervous about it at first but later in the evening relaxed. At one point she reached across a coffee table for something, her blouse gapped open. There was a couple of guys sitting there that I barely knew, I saw them take a peek. I doubt they saw more than the top of her bra but that was enough to excite me. Patti noticed my reaction, I was on her the moment we got home. Later, she asked me about it. I confessed that the idea of someone getting a peek down her blouse or up her skirt seemed to turn me on. She didn't really say anything more about it, but I did notice that her blouses were more unbuttoned most of the time after that, not a lot but more than normal. She even had a couple of skirts that showed off her pretty legs, that was unusual. A couple of her new dresses, the fancier ones, were the type that she couldn't wear a bra with, too. We often went to dinner, Patti always sat properly but there was no hiding her full breasts when she walked, without a bra on she jiggled. Without fail that set me off, she seemed to accept it. She got looked up and down a lot, I liked that. I got a series of promotions at work, finally heading my sales department. This changed things in our lives, one of my duties was to put together teams for different presentations. It seemed I got off of one airplane to go get on another one. I had opportunities for affairs, lots of them. Women were everywhere, the circle I was in reeked of money, big business. Some of the contracts we worked on were millions of dollars. I stayed faithful, I loved my Patti, happy with what I had at home. I am sure she stayed the same, although anything is possible when a man leaves his wife home alone for days at a time. I doubt anything ever happened, she never showed any signs at all. I had the type of wife that makes almost every man she meets weak in the knees. Patti was completely used to it, sometimes men would make passes, reach out to touch. She would simply slide away or rebuff them with a sweet smile. She even danced with friends of ours, there was never any cuddling or rubbing, although some did try. She just moved back when they moved forward, made them stop if their hands groped. Patti stayed at home to take care of the house, and our little Tommy, who seemed to grow overnight into a strapping six footer soon headed off to college. This meant she was free to travel with me, before we always had to make arrangements for Tommy and that wasn't easy since many of the trips were a full week. The devil in me, long subdued, began to rear it's head again. Now 36, Patti had not gained one single pound that I could tell. I, on the other hand, had thickened and added some 40 pounds. I was not fat by any stretch of the imagination, my weekly workouts at our local gym when I was home saw to that. We were on the airplane headed for Hawaii, one of the rare trips there for sales meetings. I had managed to tie together two prospects into one trip, part of the reason I was paid well. If I closed both, it very likely meant I was in line for regional head, which was a fat raise and meant I would be home much more. We also had several days to play and see the sights between meetings. I suggested to her that she could "loosen up a little" since we were out of town. After all, nobody would know us. "What do you mean?" She asked, with a smile. I am sure she already knew, over the years I had probably dropped a thousand hints with very little success. "Oh, I was thinking maybe you could dress a little..comfortable? You know, sexy?" Like the time we were at a park, we found a quiet area, no one around. Patti had on a skirt and blouse, I managed to get her panties off for some playing around. She really seemed to get a kick out of that, she was hotter than a pistol, that familiar swelling in her loins even larger than normal, if that was possible. On the way home, I was low on fuel so we stopped. Patti had her hands in her lap, her skirt pressed firmly between her legs. "Relax a little, hon!" I told her as the attendent began to wash the windshield. "What do you mean?" She asked, knowing full well exactly what I meant. She would not budge her hands, but I noticed her face flushed. My comments on the airplane had no real effect, Patti didn't say anything, just picked up her book. But then she put the book down, looked at me. "Maybe I will go shopping, see if I can find a nice bikini that will fit. For the beach." I squirmed in my seat at the prospect. "Would you like that? she asked me. "Yes! I would. You will look great in a bikini!" We checked in at the hotel, there was nothing to do until the next day, so Patti told me she would go do some shopping. "How about I go with you?" I said. "Really?" she said. Shopping isn't something I do. "Sure, I can help you pick out some outfits, and I need a new suit, too." I fibbed. "Oh, OK." She smiled a sly smile. I washed up, pulled on a T-shirt and some shorts when Patti came out. I almost dropped my toothbrush. She had on a pair of tan shorts, nothing too abnormal there, but her top was just a silk scarf wrapped around her breasts. It was translucent, the swirl of colors hid her nipples but it was obvious it was all she had on. She saw my expression, I had never in all the years we had been together seen her like this, certainly not headed out into public, anyway. "Well, we are in Hawaii!" She smiled. "Might as well go native." I took a deep breath. I was watching for reactions as we walked hand in hand down Kalakauwa boulevard towards the row of shops. There were a few who turned to glance but most people paid no attention. There were women everywhere in various stages of dress. We stopped at several shops, not really finding anything. Finally at one shop there were racks and racks of outfits. We were rummaging through the different styles when a young man came up to us. "Can I help you find something?" He asked. "I was looking for a new suit for the beach, and maybe one for the wife." I told him. "You would look good in an earth tone, since you are still a bit light skinned." He said, reaching back and pulling one off the stack. "Hmmm...about a 38 waist? Try this on." He pointed towards a little cubicle off to the side. My idea had been to get Patti to model some suits, not me. But I went and put it on, it surprisingly fit me perfectly. I came out to see what Patti thought, the young man had a tape measure around her hips. "Hey man, that looks great!" He said, then he turned his attention back to Patti. "Thirty-four inches, just like I thought." He said, looking up at me with a smile. Then he wrapped the tape around Patti's breasts, his hand brushing aross the front as he did. She didn't react, holding her arms up to allow it. "Thirty-four inches!" he announced to no one in particular. "Perfect! Red hair, I would think a light Green for the color." He reached to the hangers and pulled out what looked to be about one square inch of cloth all told with just Green yarn holding it together. I took one look, there was no way in hell Patti was going to buy that, let alone wear it or even try it on! "You can use the same dressing area." He told her, then he turned his attention to me. "Do you like that one?" He asked, as Patti first hesitated, took the suit and walked to the little cubicle. "Uhhh....yes, I will take it." I said, watching Patti close the curtain. Was she really going to come out wearing that? In front of people? Not bloody likely! I waited for her to call me to come and look. But she pushed the curtain aside and stepped out. My jaw dropped in shock, I was instantly solid as a rock! The top had two thin strips of yarn over the shoulders and another around the back that clipped with little hooks at one point. The area over her nipples was barely covered, her full breasts hung out the top, bottom, and sides. That was amazing enough, but the bottoms! Patti's red bush stuck out the top of the tiny triangle of cloth a good inch or more, red pubic hairs also stuck out both sides. I knew she had less than 1/4" of material covering her labia on the sides, one wrong move and she would slide out. The young salesman stood there looking her up and down like it was perfectly normal. "I can't wear this." Patti told us, looking down at herself. I had to admit she was right, no way could she wear that in public. "My hair shows." "You need a bikini wax job." the young man said. "We offer that service right here, a lot of folks come over here not ready for the new suit styles." "What's a bikini wax?" I asked, still dumbfounded. I had a pretty good idea, though. "We just remove the excess hair so it doesn't show." He smiled. "Or all of it if the customer prefers." His smile got bigger. "What do you think?" Patti asked me. "That is beautiful...and sexy as hell! Why not, it will be something new." I already almost didn't believe this, my shy and modest Patti was standing there very close to naked in front of a total stranger and she wasn't even blushing. "OK. Go right through that side door, we will get you fitted." He didn't wait for her response. "Sarah!" He called. A pretty young woman came out from behind the counter, I assumed she was the one who would do the waxing. Patti shrugged, turned and walked to the door, opened it and went inside. I stared at her naked behind as she walked away, the lump in my throat almost matching the one in my shorts. "Sarah, take over the front, please. We have a bikini wax." Sarah smiled and nodded, then looked me up and down. "That suit looks good on you!" she offered, looking at the bulge I was making in the front of my new suit. "Well, let's get started." he said. It startled me as I got his meaning. Before I could say anything he told me to come on in, I could watch and see how it is done if I liked. Then he opened the door, I followed meekly behind. Patti was standing there looking at a long padded table covered by sheet. She had an odd expression on her face. "Go ahead and slip that off and sit on the table." He instructed, turning his attention to some bottles sitting on the counter. Patti looked at me, then back at him, hesitant. I expected her to say no, protest, something. She sighed, reached up and pulled the strings at her side, the tiny bikini bottoms dropped loose. She set the bottoms on the chair, then hopped up on the edge of the table, her face beginning to show pink. "We do a shampoo first, that softens the hairs." he said, not looking around. "Then it won't hurt nearly as much." He ran some warm water into a small basin, turned to Patti. "Go ahead and lie back. Here is a cushion." He handed her a large pillow, helped her tuck it behind her. "Open your legs, please." he asked. She looked first at him, then over at me. The look was a question. I just shrugged, nodded. Patti seemed to relax, then she spread her legs, her mass of flesh came into view. I was familiar with that, she was becoming excited. My mind flashed back to that day so long ago at the Doctor's office. I wondered if he had been treated to the same view. I was reasonably sure he had been. The young man spread some soap of some kind on his hands, began to work it into her fine soft pubic hairs, starting right at the top using little circles with his fingertips. Whatever he was using began to create a large amount of fine foam. Then he changed to rubbing it back and forth sideways, the amount of foam increased quite a bit. "How much do you want me to remove? Just enough, or all of it?" Patti looked at me, her eyes were slits now, the look was a question again. "Better take it all, that suit is pretty small." I managed, my voice cracking. "All right. All of it it is then!" Patti didn't protest, she just grunted at his touch. His hands then began to work the soap into her, he was touching her everywhere. He put his shoulder under her knee and lifted her right leg, turning her body so he could reach in behind. Overwhelming Urges The top of her suit slipped sideways as he did that, Patti's left breast came fully exposed. I watched as his fingers crossed her rectum, saw her body give a little shudder, then his fingers went back to the mass of flesh between her legs. He worked his fingers in circles across the upper part of her pubic mound, then he was running his entire palm up and down across her lips. The foam made it hard to really see, but his middle finger appeared to slip partly inside of her several times. Then he was rubbing his thumb back and forth across her pubic hairs, his fingers pressed against her vagina. He seemed to be taking a long time to me. I looked closely, even with the foam from the shampoo I could see that his middle finger was inside her. Patti didn't protest, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Several times I saw her hips move upwards, she was struggling to not let the sensations she was feeling show, but she was losing the struggle. Her left nipple tightened, her breath went ragged, then I saw the ripple in her stomach muscles as she orgasmed. He pressed his hand against her, then rubbed his thumb back and forth over her engorged clit as the waves passed over her. I just stood there in awe, I would have never believed she would ever allow something like that. Then he stopped, withdrew his hand, reached for a small hose that pulled out of the nearby sink. He tucked a big towel up under her behind, sprayed her with the warm water. I stood and stared at the sight, this young man had basically masturbated her to orgasm as she lay there wearing nothing but the bikini top. Even that no longer covered her, her squirming had moved the tiny squares out of place. He continued rinsing her until all signs of the shampoo were gone. Then he picked up a smaller soft towel, and proceeded to dry her completely. Patti lay there fully exposed, her legs spread open. She looked relaxed, it hit me that after the initial embarrassment she had seemingly enjoyed that. She opened her eyes and looked at me, perhaps for some sign of upset. Satisfied that I was not upset, she closed her eyes again. I watched as he spread some kind of liquid on her, covered it with strips, then after a bit he lifted it quickly. Patti jumped each time but it didn't seem to hurt her. In just a few minutes he was done, he had even asked her to pull her knees up and spread her cheeks as he removed the few fine hairs around her anus, she had simply done that. She looked red and swollen, he used some kind of powder, patted her down. Then he wiped off the excess. "Come on out when you are ready." The young man said. Then he left the room. Patti got up, put the bottoms back on. The suit now fit fine, with no pubic hair her small safety margin had increased, too. She realized her breasts were exposed, looked at me with a grin as she tucked her nipples back in. "That was interesting." Then she looked at me. "Did you like that, is that what you wanted to see?" Her voice was strange, quiet. "Yes, I liked that." I admitted. "It looked like it felt good to you?" "It did." I retrieved our clothing, Patti put her shorts and silk top on over the bikini. At the counter, we paid the bill. It wasn't cheap. Then came the surprise. "Do you offer waxing like that for men?" Patti asked him. "Sure!" the young man said. "Lots of men come in here so they can wear the new thong type suits." "Do you do it?.... or does....I don't think my husband would like a male doing that." "Oh, we can have Sarah do it if you prefer." he grinned broadly. I looked over at Sarah, she was standing behind the counter with a big smile. "Maybe I can talk him into it." She looked at me with a mischievious expression. "Glad to serve you!" The young man said. "Oh, and be sure to come back for a touchup before you go home." "There is no charge..for the touchup." His grin was very broad now. "OK. Is a week too soon?" "No, anytime. Any time at all. Be sure to bring him in soon, too." He nodded at me. "So we have time to do a..touchup..for him, too." Patti and I walked out onto the sidewalk with our arms around each other. "My turn to watch!" she whispered in my ear, giggling. I had a feeling our lives would never be the same. I was right, too. Patti was still a little swollen and sore that night, so I didn't get to try out the new feeling of her hairless body. We slept snuggled up together, content. I got back from my meeting the next day, happy because we had signed one account to a 5 year contract. Patti was waiting in the room for me. "Ready?" she asked, after I explained how my meeting went. "Ready for what?" I asked her, puzzled. "Your turn." It took a moment, then I realized. "Oh. When?" "We have an appointment in about an hour." Her grin was huge. "Lord." Was all I said. Now I was the one having second thoughts. "It will be fun." she promised. I got the impression she was having fun with this herself. We walked into the little shop an hour later. The same young man was there, he smiled and said hello. Then he turned to Patti. "Did the redness go away? It should have within a few hours." "Yes, I feel fine. Is Sarah here?" She looked around, Sarah wasn't in sight. "She went down to the corner to get some items, she will be back in a couple of minutes." "You can go on back." He led us to the same little side room. "Go ahead and get undressed, you can leave the T-shirt on unless you want your chest done." I had no intentions of having my chest done, I still wasn't completely sure of the rest. Patti plopped down on one of the chairs as I stood there. "Well, off with the shorts, honey." She giggled. Just then the door opened, Sarah walked in. She was wearing a tight pair of shorts and a light halter top. There was a ring in her navel, and I could see a portion of a tattoo of some kind on her right breast. "So, are we going to do just a trim for the suit, or....? "All of it!" Patti said with a giggle. "But, honey...." I tried to protest. "I lost it all, you lose it all!" She grinned at me. "Fair is fair." I gave up, reached for the top of my shorts. I figured get it over with, I pulled them down and off. I didn't have an erection, thank God. "Up here?" I pointed at the table. "Yes, just sit down, relax. This won't hurt." She ran a basin of warm water, soaped up her hands. "Lie back, open your legs." I leaned back on my elbows, opened my legs some. "Wider, and all the way back please." I laid all the way back, wondering where my pillow was when I felt her hands cradle me. She began to soap me up, I still didn't have an erection. Her hands worked briskly, she covered my testicles, then worked around my pubic hairs. I had quite a lot of hair down there. Then she grasped the end of my penis, rubbing the shampoo into the hairs along each side. I knew what was coming and braced myself when her shoulder went under my right leg and lifted. I looked over at Patti sitting there, she was craning her neck to see around Sarah's body. I felt Sarah's fingers rubbing deep into the cleft between my cheeks, then one finger actually slipped inside an inch or so, but quickly withdrew. I couldn't help it, my erection began to grow. Glancing down, I could see the end of it sticking up out of the foam. Her hand came down, encircled me, rubbed back and forth a few times. It was now covered by the mass of foam again. I was trying to will it to go back down when I felt the sudden flood of warm water, she was now rinsing me off. That didn't help at all, I was now as firm as I ever get. Then she dried me off. I heard a humming sound and felt heat, she was using a blow drier on me. Next came the goop, she lay a strip on and after a bit, lifted. I felt a mild stab of pain but that was it. I tried to put my mind somewhere else, it wasn't working too well. When she took ahold of the end of my erection, held it off to the side and spread the stuff, I braced again. But I felt the tug, it wasn't bad. Finally she was done, she powdered me down, wiped me off. Then she left, leaving me and Patti alone. "Well? What do you think?" Her voice was almost laughing at me. I sat up, looked down at my naked cock and balls. "It feels funny." Was all I could think of to say. "Here, put this on." I looked over at her, she had a thing that was nothing more than a pouch. It looked like a black athletic supporter. "What the hell is that?" "Your suit." "I can't wear that out in public." "You can if you want me to wear mine!" "But if I...I could come out of that thing." "Same problem I have." She giggled. I sighed, got up and put the thing on. It was like a damn sock with a pouch, a string up the butt and around the waist. I pulled on my shorts, tugged my T-shirt down. "Let's go back to our room!" Patti said as I was paying the bill. It sure wasn't cheap. "I want to try this out." "Well, I am sure I have some left, she didn't....." I let that trail off. "Yea, I told her not to. Save it for me today." "Oh, OK." "You get that next time. At our touchup!" She grinned at me. That was a surprise, the word "our" registered with me. I was still almost floored by the sudden turn of events, my mildly modest little wife was turning a bit naughty. We walked back towards our hotel, holding hands. I was looking forward to the next few days, things were getting interesting. We filled the hot tub with hot water and climbed in, Patti slid naked into my arms. We tried to make love in the tub but that was impossible, with both of us hairless it seemed to set up some kind of suction. Giggling like schoolkids, we climbed out and dried each other off. Then we made sweet love on the bed, she felt strange to me, slick, softer somehow? It was like making love with someone new, the sensations were completely different. Her response was different, too. As she began to orgasm, she lifted her hips, mashed against me. Then she left out a series of grunts, sounds I had only rarely heard from her. I was quite pleased with myself as we dozed off, Patti curled up in my arms. I woke up first, turned on my side and looked at her as she softly snored. I loved the slick look of her body, her outer lips returned to normal but still large and obvious. I slid off the bed, walked into the bathroom and washed up. She was still asleep, still naked when I came back out. An idea popped into my mind. I dug around in our suitcase, found the digital camara. Patti would likely have a fit but she was asleep, laying on her side, knees brought up. I snapped a couple of shots, then moved in and got a closeup of her hairless pussy sticking out between her legs from behind. I checked, she didn't move, she didn't show any signs of waking up. Setting the camara down, I gently tugged on her body. She moaned, then rolled over on her back, stretching her legs out. Perfect! I took a dozen shots from several angles, then I reached out and moved her leg. She sighed again, I waited. Then sure she was still asleep, I moved her leg some more until I had her legs spread a good 2 feet. She showed no signs of waking up, so I took several more photos. What I wanted was to get a picture of her excited, swollen. I lay down beside her and began to lightly stroke her sides, she sighed but didn't wake up. I let my fingers gently stroke up her leg, closer and closer until I was touching her. I was rewarded with a gentle thrust of her hips. Looking down, I saw her moisten, she began to swell. I got back up, took another half dozen closeups. I was so excited that my cock was almost bursting. I set the camara on the table, slid up into position and pressed. Patti's body opened and I slid inside. Her eyes flashed open, she looked at me and smiled, letting out a soft "MMMMMM." sound. In a few seconds she began to buck at me again, then she went rigid with her second orgasm in just a few hours. "What got into you?" she giggled. "Oh, you just looked so beautiful lying there, I couldn't help myself." She nuzzled into my neck, kissed me, and got up. I was leaned back on the bed, pillows tucked behind me, still half erect for some reason. Too much stimulation for one day, I guess. "What's this?" Patti asked as she came back out of the bathroom. "What?" "This!" She pointed at the camara sitting on the table. I was busted, I forgot to put it away. "Oh, I took some pictures." "Oh what? Me? You mean..." "Yea." "What do you plan to do with those?" she demanded. "Oh, I was thinking of posting them on the internet." I laughed. "Don't you dare!" "Why not?" "I can't be...No!...Oh...well, just don't show my face." That surprised me, too. I looked at her closely, the idea seemed to excite her. What was happening here, I wondered. "OK. I won't." We got dressed, at least I did. Patti put on a pullover dress, it was thin and covered with flowered print. It came to the middle of her thighs, had some kind of elastic around the waist. The bodice was a bit large for her and low cut enough that the tops of her breasts showed, just two thin straps held the top up. It was cut even lower in back, leaving her back bare to six inches or so above her waist. She had put nothing on underneath it. When she stood up straight I could see her nipples through the cloth, if she bent over, even a small amount, it was going to gap open. I could just imagine the possibilities when she sat down, it was very short compared to what she wore normally. I had never seen the dress before, she must have bought it before we left home. "Wow!, That is sexy!" "You like?" she did a little spin, the hem flared out when she did, baring her legs almost to her crotch. "Yes, I like very much!" "It doesn't show too much?" she looked down at her bust. "No, it's fine." I lied. Hell, if she was going to wear that out in public I would be hard all the time, in the right light I could see right through it. And she was naked underneath! We went down to the small restaurant off the hotel lobby. I expected heads to turn, but no one really paid a lot of attention. I guess they were all used to seeing women in various stages of undress. A young woman waited on us, I saw her check Patti out closely but she didn't say anything. She did smile sweetly, though. I looked at my lovely wife, her face was lightly reddened from the Sun, the freckles on her upper chest and shoulders had darkened. We were both rather obviously still Haoles, tourists. I was lightly sunburned on my face, other than that I was white as a sheet. "We need to get some Sun, how about we do the beach for awhile?" "Sure, I have some sunscreen in my purse." We ate our meal, then walked down to the seawall and out onto the beach. There were people everywhere, mostly in bathing suits. I had on a T-shirt and shorts, Patti just the little sundress. We walked along, taking in the sights, stepping into the warm gentle surf from time to time. Farther on, we could see Diamond head, then I saw a sign that said "Zoo." We walked along the path, it was like an outdoor zoo, we saw several animals and marveled at the odd plants. It was warm, getting on towards afternoon. We had walked quite a long distance. Then I heard a rumbling sound, not sure what it was at first. Then when it came again, I knew it was thunder. At the second clap of thunder it started to rain. I have seen rain, being from Oregon. I never in my life saw rain like this. It came in sheets, it piled up on the asphalt walkways, it ran into our mouths when we tried to breathe. We turned and headed back towards the hotel, both of us soaked to the skin almost instantly. The rain stopped long before we got there, steam rose up from the hot sidewalks, enough to create a heavy fog. We got to the hotel, having ran for half a mile holding hands. We stopped at the entryway under the canopy, still dripping, not wanting to get the floor inside wet. Two young men came out of the hotel, one looked at Patti and nudged the man next to him. They both stopped and stared. I thought that was odd, I looked at Patti. She might as well have been naked, hell, she was naked! The thin material had plastered to her body, outlining everything, transparent. Not only were her full breasts completely visible, so was the fullness between her thighs from the light behind her. I must have had a funny look, Patti glanced down. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, tugging at the material, trying to pull it away from her skin to no avail. Laughing, she gave up. "let's go up to our room." she said. "Maybe we better!" I grinned at her. There was an older couple getting off the elevator as we got there, his eyes looked at Patti, he took a doubletake, then blushed and looked away. Of course there were three stops on the way up as people got on board. One middle aged man started to step on, stopped, looked Patti up and down. He stood there long enough the doors started to close, he reached up with his hand to stop it, then stepped aboard. "Excuse me." he said, turning his back and stepping off to one side. I saw him glance back repeatedly. Finally we got to our room, shut the door. Patti started laughing, in short order we were both roaring. "You did say you liked to show me off!" I just grinned. "Well, we certainly did!" We both laughed at that, it was hilarious. The next couple of days were uneventful, I had meetings to go to and presentations to make. I managed to close the second contract, too. I was high as a kite when I got back to the hotel, the deals meant a big bonus at the least and a promotion at the best. Patti wasn't there, I assumed she was out shopping, so I hopped in the shower after getting out of my suit and tie. I walked out of the bathroom to find Patti sitting in a chair painting her toenails, a half dozen bags of items sitting on the floor beside her. I told her about my success, she was tickled at that. My work was done, and done early, we had several days to just play, see the sights some more, have fun. "So what would you like to do?" she asked me. I was thinking of getting some surfing lessons, something I had never done. She wrinkled up her nose at that. Patti could swim but never really cared to much, preferring to sit and read a book even on our trips to the beach. "OK. I was thinking of getting a massage." She picked up the little advertising flyer off the table the hotel set out. "OK. While you do that, I will go see if I can keep from falling off a surfboard." There was a little stand down on the beach that I had seen that advertised lessons. I left for the beach, telling her I would be back in a few hours. The young kid at the stand was skinny, brown, and I swear he rolled his eyes at me when he thought I wasn't looking. We headed for the surf, I started to get on the surfboard and promptly fell off on my ass. He set the thing down on the beach, had me stand on it and shift my weight this way and that while other kids walked by with a smirk at this "old" guy getting surfing lessons. I managed after a dozen tries to get on the thing, making it about 10 feet before falling off. Stubborn, I refused to give up. Finally I actually managed to ride a 3 foot wave all the way to the sand before the board dug in and I fell on my ass again. We kept going out further and further, I kept getting more of the hang of it, until I was actually riding sideways to the waves, then back. I was tickled with myself, I could actually surf! I paid the kid, headed back to the hotel. I glanced at my watch, realized I had been at it for nearly six hours. Overwhelming Urges I hurried up to the room, Patti wasn't there. I went in to shower and was some of the salt off of me. One glance in the mirror and I saw I was red as a beet! Way too much Sun. I got some lotion, spread it on myself, then dressed in a pair of slacks and long sleeved shirt to protect my arms and legs from any further damage. I knew I would be sore the next day. Then I went looking for Patti, leaving a note for her in case she beat me back. I found her in the hotel bar, that was completely out of character, Patti seldom drank. But she was drinking now, the other surprise was the young blonde guy sitting with her. I stopped and watched them for a second, Patti was taking regular sips of some kind of drink with huge pieces of fruit sticking out of it. She was giggling and laughing, slurring her words. Hell, she was drunk on her ass! She was sitting sideways on the bar stool facing the guy, she kept laughing at something he was saying, leaning forward and then back, reaching out to touch his arm from time to time. She seemed to be acting a bit familiar with him to me. She also had on a light loose halter top and a short wrap like thing around her waist. I had not seen either before, I assumed it was something she had bought while shopping. I walked up and said hi. Patti turned to look at me. "Oh, Hi, Danny!" Her eyes were red, bleary looking. Patti never calls me Danny, she calls me Honey or Dan. I was mildly upset to find her like this. "This is Tim, boy did you miss out!" she slurred. "Miss out? On what?" "Tim gave me my massage he is real good!" she giggled uncontrollably. "Boy is he good!" she took another swig of her drink. I stood there for a second, confused. When she had mentioned a massage, I had just assumed a woman....? "You should have been there, you would have liked it." She laughed again. "Danny likes to watch, I told you." she said to Tim. I looked at Tim, he was about my height, slender, perhaps 30 at the most. He was grinning at me with what looked a bit like a smirk. I managed to keep from knocking him off his chair, barely. He saw my eyes, looked away. "Come on, you are drunk." I took her arm, pissed off now. She got up, almost fell but I caught her. Then she looked at Tim. "2 O'clock tomorrow, right?" Tim didn't say a word, didn't look at me. I helped Patti up to our room, laid her out on the bed. I didn't realize until I got there that the wrap around her waist was just a large scarf of some kind. There was nothing underneath it. "Boy you should have been here." she muttered again. "Why, what happened?" "I got a massage!" "What kind of a massage?" "Oh all over! All over everything!" She started to laugh, then leaned over and threw up all over the floor. I cleaned up the mess, washed her face, she simply passed out cold. I removed her clothing, tucked a blanket around her. Her skin was slick and shiny from some kind of oil or lotion. I ran my fingers across her breast, it came away slick. I smelled it, it smelled like Coconut. Curious, I ran a different finger deep between her butt cheeks, that was slick, too. I had a pretty good idea what kind of massage she had gotten. It was also the first time I ever saw her drunk in my life. I went over and sat in the chair, glancing over I saw a bottle poking out of the trash can. I got up and went over, picked it up. It was a Vin Rose wine, the bottle was empty. Looking down, I saw the second bottle, also empty. I spotted a small bath towel laying on the other chair. I picked it up, it smelled like Coconut, too. There was another odor I didn't recognize although I had a suspicion. I didn't see any stains. I checked the trash cans in the bathroom, there were some tissues but all they had on them was lipstick. What the hell had happened? I was suspicious. I would not believe it even possible that Patti would actually have sex with someone else. But then after the incident at the Bikini shop, I had to admit I would never have believed that either. Patti was snoring away, there was no chance at any discussion. I fell asleep in the chair, my mind full of thoughts. The sound of the shower running woke me up hours later. My body felt like hell, any touch of anything at all was like fire to my skin. I took off my shirt, my skin felt like it was 3 sizes too small for me. I already had blisters on my shoulders, I found more on my legs. I got some Aloe Vera lotion, oiled myself down, just finishing up when Patti came out of the bathroom, a big towel wrapped around her. "Oh!" She exclaimed when she saw me. "You are really sunburned bad!" "Yes, I got sidetracked learning to surf, I didn't even think about the Sun." I watched Patti as she dressed. She put on a pair of slacks, then a bra and a blouse. She buttoned up the blouse leaving just two undone. She looked...perfectly normal? "You sure got drunk." "Yes, my head hurts, my mouth feels terrible." She went and got a bottle of water out of the cooler, drank half of it. She was avoiding looking at me. "I suppose...I guess..you want to know?" No shit. Patti knows me well, I also know to let her say what she has to say in her own time. I just waited. "That guy..it was a surprise, I expected..a woman." I understood that, I expected that too. "But he was here, he seemed nice. So I thought what the hell." "I didn't want to insult him." I nodded as she looked up at me, then looked away. "He had a bottle of wine so we shared some, then I had another. I don't know why but I drank some more, his hands felt good. When the wine ran out he called room service and a guy brought up another bottle. So I started drinking some of that." "I found the bottles." "His hands felt good, I didn't even think about it when he moved the towel off my behind, it seemed just.....normal?" "He had me roll over, and his hands were all over me, I think I even went to sleep. Then I woke up, he was ...licking me..and it felt good, I let him." Patti was blushing furiously now. She drank the rest of the bottle of water, got up and got another. "I saw him reach in his bag and take out a condom, I told him no. So he stopped, then he finished up. When he asked me to join him for a drink and you weren't back yet, I decided why not?" "That's where we were when you came in." "So you didn't...fuck him?" "No." She had her back to me, looking out the window when she said that. My mind went back to the first time, when she had been in with the Doctor. "But he did everything else, huh?" "Yes." She turned back to me, I couldn't read her expression. "Are you mad?" "Yes, a little." "It's different..like when you are there?" "Yes, I guess it is." "I won't do anything like that again." I was still wondering if she told me the whole truth when we boarded the airplane for home. I wondered about it for the entire long flight. Everything returned to normal when we got home. Everything. We had some experiences, that was all. Something about being far from home, in a romantic setting. Maybe that was it, that combined with my own thoughts, my own urges. But somehow I lost those urges. Is it because I satisfied them? I don't know. I do know that when I am with Patti, when we are making love? I still wonder. Did she? I doubt I will ever know. But I did learn a lesson, it is easy for things to get out of hand.