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Adulterous Honeymoon

By: SteveLee1146



I am going to describe a honeymoon experience that is beyond anything that I could have imagined even a month ago. Alan and I were married on Saturday, August 1, and immediately, after the ceremony and reception in Connecticut, departed for Belize where we had reserved a resort cottage directly on the beach in a relatively secluded area near Dangriga on the Gulf of Honduras. As it turned out, several small houses and condos lined the perfect beach, but we were far from the typical tourist areas and there was the feeling of solitude without feeling isolated. The scenery and climate were perfect, and we prepared for a whole month (a wedding present from Alan’s folks and my Aunt Agatha) of unalloyed pleasure. So, here I was, Mrs. Alan Stone, aka Anita Stone, nee Anita Simpkins, or just Nita, ready for a perfect honeymoon. However, nothing ever is completely perfect, and we had one major setback – Alan couldn’t have sex! He had suffered several, very painful, kidney stones in the months before the wedding, and, while the major stone was gone, he still had a temporary (we hope) production of “gravel” which had caused the doctors to insert a “stent” to prevent clogging the tube from his bladder through his cock. As a result, an erection was highly unlikely, and if it did happen, it would be quite painful. To prevent that from happening, he was prescribed some pills which would prevent an erection – a reverse Viagra! Needless to say, this completely dampened his libido and the normal ecstasy of honeymooners in paradise was lacking its driving force, i.e. sex. So, here we were in that love-makers’ paradise, and I, at the age of 21 and newly married, remained that 21st century rarity, a virgin. 

Other than that minor problem, the situation was as flawless as one could ask. Beautiful water, smooth white sandy beach, sunny, cloudless sky – ideal. The cottage in the resort was of very high quality with a large bedroom (no cute “honeymoon suite” items), a larger living room-kitchen, with top-of-line furniture and appliances. Outside there was a lovely covered patio with chairs, chaises, tables, etc., and beautifully landscaped. Very luxurious. We were equipped with the latest digital cameras and two high-def movie cameras to record what was to be a delightful honeymoon in an exotic setting. Alan was an expert photographer, almost professional in ability, so we intended to have a full record of our activities to enjoy for years. We loved walking the beach, our feet in the clear water, me wearing the shockingly brief bikini bathing suit with which I had planned to keep Alan’s juices flowing and his cock hard. Ah, the best laid plans – no hard cock and I wasn’t being laid! Actually, things weren’t totally unpleasant in the area of sex. Alan was as disappointed as I was, but he tried to console himself, and me, that the stent would come out as soon as we got home and his normal physical reactions would return. Until then, he concentrated on giving me as much pleasure as possible through the use of his still active fingers and tongue. I did not lack for orgasms, just not the type coming from a cock embedded in my still virgin cunt. 

There was one other condition that Alan suffered as a result of a second medication prescribed to cut down on the production of that infamous gravel. It was nothing serious nor of any real inconvenience, but, whenever he lay down flat on his back, he would drift off to sleep. The medication had no effect at any other time so he was alert and aware any time we were out walking or swimming, at a restaurant, or wherever – just when he was lying flat. It did mean that he was very well rested and it didn’t really bother me. I really noticed this condition for the first time the second day we were outside our cottage lying on mats we had spread on the sand. The view was beautiful and it was all very serene. There were people lounging on the beach and others walking along the shore, but we were mostly sheltered from view by low dunes on both sides. If I sat up, I could see hundreds of yards in both direction, but if I lay back, it was if I were completely hidden form everyone unless they looked up between the dunes as they walked by. We thought of as our “private place,” or just “our place.” It was shaded somewhat by a tree that sheltered us from the direct rays of the sun, but let enough get through to permit a gradual tan. A very pleasant place to lie and relax. Alan had been lying beside me, his head on several rolled up towels, reading the paper, but as I remarked to him about the perfect location, I got no reply. I looked over and realized that his eyes were shut. The rolled up towel he was using as a pillow had flattened out and, as his head went back, he had gone to sleep. I didn’t think anything about it right than, but it happened several more times, always when he was prone and, finally, we made the connection. After that, we purchased a mat with a built-in pillow extending its full width which made sure that he kept his head elevated whenever he lay down. So, once we figured out the cause of this narcolepsy and made corrections, it was no problem at all. In fact, he fell asleep that way only one more time, and that time wasn’t an accident and had a real impact.

Tuesday, August 4. The third day of our honeymoon, fourth of our married life started the same as the previous two, getting up, eating breakfast and running down our path and over the sandy beach to the water. The water was warm, the waves just enough to make it interesting and, all in all, it was just what a cottage on the beach should provide. After about a half hour of swimming and playing around, we ran back to our spot between the dunes, grabbed our towels, dried off and lay back on the fiber mats we had placed on the sand. Exhilarating! Alan read the paper, I had a romance novel and it was warm and comfortable and we were very happy just to be together and married. After about an hour, we went back into the water, more calmly this time, just floating and jumping over the waves. Then, something (or, really, someone) new appeared. It was a tall, reasonably good looking man about our ages who, it turned out, had the small cottage right next to ours. Actually, we had known that a building was there, but several palm trees and shrubs blocked it from our view and we hadn’t seen anyone about. He introduced himself as Bob Saunders from Cincinnati, but he was living in Belize while working for a boating company. He seemed very nice and the three of us quickly became friends. When we left the water, he came with us, continuing our conversation as we dried off and sat down. As we talked, I realized that his eyes were roaming over my body and, suddenly, I was very aware of just how little I had on. 

When I had first put the suit on and was going out to the beach, I was shocked by how little it covered. In the dressing room in the store back home, it just looked daring, but going out in public seemed to have caused it to shrink! The bra covered my breasts, barely, and the pants were nothing but a small triangle in front and a slightly larger one in back! The bottom part did fit very tightly and did its job without coming off despite its limited support, but it still shifted enough that occasionally I would look down and see a little hair coming out. Actually, most people (women, anyway), would say that my triangle of cunt hair should have been shaved back, but I just hadn’t realized how small the pants were. In any case, Alan and I like my relatively hairy bush, and he even liked seeing the stray hairs peeking out! Still, I was a bit embarrassed when I saw myself in the mirror, but Alan said that I was beautiful and sexy in it and insisted that I wear it. In fact, after seeing many young (and a few older) women going topless, he even urged me to just wear the pants. I wouldn’t even consider that, but I had quickly become accustomed to what really was near nudity and by the third day, I felt quite comfortable. Now, however, with a strange man clearly fascinated by what was showing, my original embarrassment returned. I couldn’t think of any way to cover myself without being obvious, so I decided to hide as much as I could and lay face down saying, “I’d better turn over and get the sun on my back.” That left me with only a string holding my bra and a small triangle covering my bottom, but at least my front was hidden. Unfortunately, Alan warned me, “Nita, you’d better put some sunscreen on your back or you’ll be cooked!”

It was then that something totally unexpected took place. I put some lotion on my hands and rubbed it into my shoulders, but, of course, couldn’t reach my back, so I said, “I can’t reach any further, Alan, you’ll have to do it.” He was lying down with a towel of his legs – they had gotten a bit sunburned the day before – and Bob quickly offered, “Here, let me do it.” Suddenly, I felt his lotion-covered hand on my shoulder blades, slipping smoothly downward over my back. My first reaction to the soothing coolness was to relax, as it felt so good, but, unexpectedly, I felt myself tense up as, without any warning, he tugged on the bow holding my bra strap, pulling it loose, leaving my back bare. Actually, I usually did the same thing myself to prevent a line there, but somehow it was very different having an attractive man that I had just met do it – particularly since I had just turned over to avoid his searching eyes. I was further flustered as I, shockingly, felt a surge of heat in my cunt area. 

Thatwas totally bewildering! Why on earth should I react like that to such an unimportant act? Still, the heat was there and I became hypersensitive to the massaging of my back, all the more so when his hand went down the middle of my back, past my waist until his fingers hit the little bit of cloth that made up the bottom of my bathing suit. He ran his fingers along the cloth, spreading the sunscreen over the exposed flesh – which I knew was much of my behind. It was funny to feel his fingers going over skin which was always hidden under my panties and very close to some very private territory! Then, I felt myself tense up as I felt his fingertips probing the edge of my pants, trying to ship under into that intimate area. Fortunately, while the suit was brief, it was very tight and his efforts were frustrated. I relaxed in relief when he recognized his defeat, starting to spread the lotion along my side at my waist and began to move back up. I was lying with my arms up under my head, my face toward Alan who was laying there, eyes half closed as he looked toward the sky. I have quite large breasts for my size, a D-cup, and while they tend to protrude straight out without much sag when I’m standing, as I lay on them, they were flattened under me with a large bulge outward on each side. When I had gotten in that position, they were relatively modestly hidden by my bra, brief as it was. Now they were exposed to his eyes and I could hardly raise up to put my arms to my side to conceal them. I had always been proud of what Alan referred to as my “titanic tits,” but right then I would have given a great deal to have had my arms securely clamped to my sides!

I relaxed for a moment (the difference telling me how tense I was) as his hand left me for a moment, but he was just getting more lotion to spread on. I became rigid as his fingers approached the swell of my breast, something he had to notice. The inevitable happened as I felt his fingertips touch the base of my breast and, without hesitating, began moving in small circles over it, feeling me gently but thoroughly, even cupping it a bit. I lay there in a stupor; not thinking for my mind was on overload. That heat in my cunt grew and I just lay there with a combination of shock, arousal, embarrassment, and fear – with probably a few more unrealized sensations coursing through me. One thing that bothered me later was the realization that my main concern was that Alan not see what was happening. He was lying on my right, the side where Bob’s hand was, and if he had looked sideways at all, he would have seen his new bride having her breast, or part of it, felt without any protest! Actually, I was beyond protest, enduring something I had never had done to me before.

As I said before, I was still a virgin, but my innocence (if that is what you would call it) went a great deal further than that. I’d had a very strict upbringing, not being allowed to date through high school except at well chaperoned functions. I never had any sexual encounters and, frankly I never had wanted any, until Alan and I met in college and it was almost a full year before he felt my breasts through my clothes! Obviously, with breasts like mine, a considerable number of boys had tried to get something from me, and a few had grabbed my breasts and gotten a quick feel, but Alan was the first to explore them – certainly the first in which I cooperated and enjoyed it. Things progressed much more rapidly after that and, ultimately, he had felt and seen everything and I had become well acquainted with his cock. However, since I was still a virgin, we decided that we might as well wait a few more months to take the final step – or, as Alan described it rather indelicately, “taking my cherry!” Now, three days after being married, my “cherry” was still intact and another man was rubbing the side of my breast with my new husband right beside me.

Actually, I think having Alan right beside me added to the heat between my legs! While I certainly wasn’t thinking about that then, somehow, it seemed more erotic and a very small helping of forbidden fruit with him right there. As I said, I didn’t think of any of that then. I was just lying there with no will power to do anything – shocked, dazed, stupefied and, surprisingly, aroused. For most women, this would have been nothing, hardly worth noticing, certainly not traumatic, but, for me, a first. There certainly was no question that where his hand was wasn’t anything but my breast – there was no way that he could have mistaken that round bulge for anything else – and his fingers lingered there far longer than necessary to spread sunscreen over my skin. Oddly enough, my first reaction was not to pull away, but to glance up to see if Alan were looking toward me. Fortunately, he was not, but a flash of guilt went through me as I realized what I was doing. My mind was in a muddle as his fingers left the breast and began, again stroking my back, commenting as he did, “Boy, Nita, your skin is pure white! You’ll have a bad burn unless you have a heavy coat of this stuff on you, reapplying it often, especially if you go into the water.”

At that point, Alan looked over, adding, “I told her that yesterday, but she wants to go home with a nice tan. I warned her that she’ll be burned and get wrinkles unless she’s careful!”

“Right! It’s amazing how many women, and some men, come here and want a quick tan, and end up in agony over a deep sunburn and can’t even stand their clothes against their skin! One of the biggest sellers in the market is Solarcaine, so they love to see red tourists! 

They talked as if I weren’t there so I finally broke in, saying, “Ok, I get the picture! I hate that sunscreen, but I’ll put it on! I just don’t like the greasy feel it has until it sinks in.”

“You have to rub it in, not just spread it on. That’s the trouble with sprays. And, as I said, you have to reapply it often if you are going to be right in the sun. You’ll get a nice tan, it’ll just take longer. Now, I don’t think that I put any on your other side. You don’t want a lop-sided tan!” With that comment, he began spreading the lotion along my left side, slowly moving up my ribcage toward my breast. Once again, my mind was in turmoil, wanting on the one hand to move my arm down to cover it, the other anticipating the feeling of excitement from permitting something a bit wicked. Of course, I did nothing and, inevitably, his fingers arrived at the bulge of my breast, and in a circular pattern, smoothing the cool lotion over it. The circle slowly spread until his fingers were on the outer edge of the bulge, actually going slightly under it as it was flattened against the sand. His hand stayed there far longer than was necessary to apply the sunscreen, and each time the fingers completed a circle, they pushed further underneath, each time coming closer to my nipple. I wanted to let it go on and I wanted to stop it – both at the same time – but the decision was taken out of my hands when Alan suddenly set up and said, “God, it’s hot! Let’s go in the water again.” At his first motion, Bob withdrew his hand and the moment was over and I didn’t know whether I was glad or not. I hurriedly reached back and, with difficulty, refastened my bra without exposing myself, and we ran down to the surf.

Bob followed us into the water, joining in what probably would be called “frolicking” as we jumped over and through the incoming waves. Inevitably, the playing around degenerated into a battle of pushing each other under the water with, of course, me being the victim most of the time. Each time I went under, one or the other would grab me and set me upright – and proceeded to the next dunking! This was the usual boy-girl playing around, and, as might be expected, there was a considerable amount of boy-feeling-girl play thrown in. I was continually pulled up by my boobs, each man getting a real feel as they “helped” me. I was not surprised at Alan grabbing me that way, but the first time Bob got me I was suddenly aware that Alan had to have seen Bob’s hands on my breasts, and I was, naturally, concerned about his reaction. I was quickly reassured, however, as when I went under again, he deliberately pulled me up by cupping both breasts, saying, with a laugh, “These make fine handles, Nita! You’ll never drown with men around!” Alan clearly saw that as an invitation, and his next grab was anything but surreptitious, holding each boob firmly as he lifted me completely out of the water, calling out, “Boy, you’re right! With handles like these, there’ll always be help around!” After that, I had hands all over me, several times someone touched me around the crotch under the water, but I wasn’t even able to detect whose hand it was. It was really a free-for-all, with me being in the middle – and loving it.

However, suddenly a new element was introduced. Alan began teasing me by trying to grab the tail of the bow holding my bra on and, of course, Bob soon entered into the fun, making it almost inevitable that that I would lose, if that could really be called a loss. I, frankly, was hot after all the sex play, and as I “tried” to get away, squealing frantically as I plowed my way through the water, eluding the grasping fingers. Inevitably, of course, I lost as Alan’s fingers closed on the bow ends and, suddenly, I was topless! Surprisingly, after all that exciting activity and my expectation of having my boobs bare, I had an unexpected attack of modesty. I ducked under the water and tried to find my bra, but it was gone, leaving me exposed and, irrationally, embarrassed. Blushing, I covered my breasts with my hands and struggled out of the water and ran back to our spot between the dunes, and grabbed a towel to cover myself. Of course, Alan and Bob were right behind me, laughing like school kids and pulling at the towel, trying to complete my exposure. For me, it was a very odd situation: I really was embarrassed and I really was trying to keep myself covered, but I knew I would lose and knew that I really wanted to.

Of course, that was exactly what happened. Even if I had wanted to, I never could have held out against two eager men, and shortly, the towel fell away and I made one last, futile effort to hide my breasts by putting a hand over each one. That didn’t last long as Alan reached from behind me and forced my hands away, leaving me standing with both boobs bare. I was flushed and embarrassed yet secretly thrilled as I felt two pairs of male eyes seeing what only one pair, Alan’s, had seen before. My nipples were erect hard as rocks, giving away my real arousal, as I saw a strange man’s eyes focused fixedly on my exposed breasts. I just quit struggling to cover myself and just stood there as Alan joined Bob in looking at his new wife in a totally different way. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat go through me and, without conscious thought, straightened my shoulders and pushed my breasts out, almost flaunting them before a very appreciative audience.


Adulterous Honeymoon



That bravado didn’t last long as suddenly the situation was too much for me and, once again, I covered them with my hands, saying, “Oh please, I’m embarrassed! I can’t believe this! Let me cover myself.” Shockingly, after all that sex play, having my breasts exposed for the first time, feeling guilty about enjoying it – it just got to be too much all of a sudden and I almost started to cry. I really couldn’t understand it myself: how I could go from a real emotional (i.e. sexual) high to being mortified in a few seconds, but it happened. My obvious distress put a damper on the high spirits the men had displayed, and Bob left shortly afterwards.

Alan was quite concerned about my reactions and he tried to reassure me when we were alone. “What’s the matter, Honey? You shouldn’t be embarrassed! You looked beautiful with your tits out! That was a lot of fun and there’s no reason for you to worry about showing them. Everybody else is doing it!”

That, of course was a bit of an exaggeration, but, as I wrote before, going topless on the beach was not unusual and, as he made that comment, he pointed toward the water line, saying, "Look there at those tits! Yours are bigger and better than those!” I looked out and saw two young women walking by, nonchalantly naked to the waist, their boobs quivering as they went. I had to agree with Alan that my breasts, or “tits,” were much more attractive and I felt my spirits rising as I thought, “Why not! Alan’s been after me to go topless and it was fun when Bob saw them.” Turning more directly toward him, I asked, “Doesn’t it bother you that other people, other men, will see them?” Of course, I knew the answer before he spoke, pointing out emphatically that, “Why on earth would I mind? I’m proud of you. Half the people on the beach, men and women, would get hot just looking at you, and you’re my wife! In any other situation even I would get hard just watching those tits bouncing as you walked! God, bothered! No way!”

Needless to say, I was hearing what I wanted to hear and I felt myself getting aroused again. Still, I was concerned about one thing. “What about Bob feeling me in the water? You seemed to be egging him on and he really took advantage of the situation. Did you like seeing him doing that?”

“Yeah, that was fun. I don’t know why I liked it, but it just seemed to be very sexy right then. Boy, he really did handle them, didn’t he? How did you feel about it? You certainly went along with it and seemed to enjoy it. You seemed to like having him rub the sun screen over you, and I think that caused me to encourage the play in the water.”

“Well, I’ll admit that I was caught up in the moment and, it’s hard to admit, I did enjoy it since you seemed to be pushing it.” Then, hesitantly, “It did feel very sexy when he was running his hands over me as he put on the sunscreen. He certainly was all over my back and legs. Did you like him doing that?”

“Yeah, that was sexy and, as I said, that was part of why I encouraged him to feel you and to show him your tits. I don’t know why, but I did like it! Damn, if I didn’t have this stupid stent in my cock, I’m sure that I would be hard as a rock!”

“Double damn! Right now I think I’d like your hard cock in me! It’s going to be hard staying a married virgin for three more weeks!” Then, very hesitantly, I added, “You know, when he was rubbing that sun lotion on me, he went down to my bottom and put the screen on my hips and I think he tried to get his fingers under my suit. The pants are too tight, but I think, no, I’m sure, he tried.” 

“Isn’t that something? Can’t blame him for that, I guess. Feeling your ass probably got him a bit hot! You don’t have much covered there! What’d you do?”

“Believe me, I’m well aware of that! Fortunately, as I said, these brief suits have to fit very tight or they’ll slip off or move out of place. It was just a moment, anyway. However, there was something else. When he came back up my side, he had his fingers on the side of my breasts. I know it was deliberate because he stayed there far longer than he needed to. I didn’t know what to do, so I just lay there letting him do it!”

“Wow! That’s something! How far did he get – all around them?”

“Oh no, I was lying flat and it was just the part that bulged out on the side.”

“Damn, that’s something! Maybe you should have raised up a bit so he could have felt more!”

“Alan! Do you want him to actually feel me? Would you like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that, although, it does sound very sexy!”

“Well, he didn’t feel all the way, but I did raise up just as bit when he was on the left breast and his fingers almost got to my nipple! It was right then that you wanted to go into the water. I don’t know what I would have done if we hadn’t gotten up right then.”

“God, what lousy timing! If he comes over this afternoon, I won’t move and maybe you will get your tit felt!”

“Oh, come on! Do you really want me to lie here right beside you and let another man feel my tits?” My arousal was shown by my use of the word “tits,” something I never did. “That would be something: here on my honeymoon, married for four and a half days, here for three and one half, and being fondled by a man I just met this morning! Unreal!”

“Well, it may be weird and unreal, but it sounds like fun!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I’ll admit I was intrigued by the idea. It was one thing to, surreptitiously, let Bob touch my breast, or even, in the heat of the moment in the water, have Alan really urge him to grab them, but for him to seemingly want Bob to actually feel me was something else. I was ready to admit that I might enjoy going topless and, obviously, I had joined in, happily, when wrestling around in the water, but I didn’t know if I was ready to have a real sexual contact with Bob. Gods, I hardly knew him! Still, I definitely felt a tingling in my cunt when I thought about lying there and letting him feel me with Alan’s complete approval! After hesitating for several moments, I finally replied, “I don’t know what I should say. Look, if you really want for me to let him feel me, I’ll certainly do it. I feel funny though. You’re the only one who has touched them like that. It’s one thing to have him do something as he did then, but it’s something else to plan to let him do it!”

“I think it would be really hot! Think how we could talk about it after we got home! That’d get us hot anytime we thought of it. It was wild watching him squeeze your tits in the water and saw him looking at them afterwards! Boy, what it would be like seeing him feel you bare tits! I’ll bet that you’d really get turned on!”

“Damn it, ok, if you really want me to be felt, I’ll go along with it, but I don’t know how I’d let him do it with you right there. In the first place, I’d have to raise up so he could get to my tits and he’d know I was letting him – and I don’t think he’d do that with you right there! It’s one thing to feel them over my bra in the water when we were all playing around, but this would be very different!”

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. Look, I’ll have the paper up, reading, and I’ll be turned away. That way you can raise up on your elbows with your tits hanging down. I’ll bet that he will take a chance that I won’t know what he’s doing. I won’t be able to see much but you can tell me later.”

“Oh, Hon, I don’t think that I could actually raise up like that. If you really want me to, I’ll raise up enough so that he’ll be able to get his hand completely under me. That’ll be quite a bit and it’d be a lot less obvious. Gods, I can’t believe that we’re figuring out how to let a man feel my boobs! But if that’s what you want, I’ll do what I can! Come on, let’s go inside – I have a very hot cunt that needs attention!”

We hurried into the cottage, me still wearing nothing but my pants. As we had become more sexually active in the last few months, we had developed a pattern by which to satisfy each other while maintaining by virginity. Letting the steam out! For me, Alan usually started by lightly stroking my cunt area until I was aroused, followed, often, by fingering me, touching my hymen, frequently whispering something about my “cherry” which he was going to break soon. Usually at that point, when I was really hot and wet, I would draw my legs up until my knees almost touched my breasts and he would move in and begin licking me, his tongue running between my cunt lips up to my clit. The wetter I was the better he liked it and, when I was ready to cum, he would concentrate on my clit, flicking the tip of the tongue rapidly over it until I exploded. I always came vigorously and powerfully and he would continue lightly licking as I came down from my high. I loved coming that way and, having me respond so vigorously, got him hotter than ever.

I had become well acquainted with Alan’s cock – which had no trouble becoming hard in such circumstances before the stent and medications got in the way. I basically gave him a “hand job,” jacking off the cock while fondling his balls. He usually came relatively quickly with a veritable shower of white cum which covered my hands and, frequently, my face since he liked me to watch it closely. While he didn’t suggest it, I think he hoped that I would take in in mouth and suck him, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I assumed that I would do that someday, but not yet. These practices, really mutual masturbation, I guess, served their purposes and left us satisfied, but we looked forward to the “real thing.”

However, as I hurried into the bedroom, stripped off my pants and jumped onto the bed, I wasn’t thinking of anything but going off. I had had an amazing afternoon, crowned by my husband urging me to let myself be felt by another man. This time I didn’t even wait for the preliminaries, just flinging myself on my back, raising my legs and spreading them. When Alan touched my clit, I went an almost continual series of orgasms. I was writhing about, humping up and down in a perpetual state of excitement, almost throwing Alan away from my cunt as I thrashed about. That went on, unbelievably, for almost ten minutes before I finally came under control. I was shocked as Alan raised up between my parted legs, his face shiny with what could only be the flood of moisture that had poured out of my cunt.

He had a shocked look on his face, as he finally blurted out, “Good god, that was unbelievable! I thought that I was going to be either suffocated or drowned – or both. You were so wet and slippery that a baseball bat could have gotten into you!” He got up and a towel, saying as he dried his face, “You were so hot that you should have caught on fire! I think you liked what went on today – or,” a big smile coming over his face, “maybe the idea of having your tits felt set you off!” I just lay there limp as a dish rag. Alan began to slowly and lightly run his fingers over by cunt lips, and, then, gently, over my clit. It felt good, but I was exhausted and drained. With a sort of smile on his face, he asked me, “Are you going topless on the beach now?” 

I wasn’t thinking too clearly right than, but I managed to mumble, “Oh, I guess so. I know that you want me to, and after today, I think I’ll be able to.” Then, with a little grin as I began to recover, “My tits are better than those two girls! I think I might enjoy showing them off!”

Alan laughed, happy that I was coming around to his point of view, adding, “You have better tits than anyone on the beach, maybe better than anyone in Belize! Anyone would be glad to see them – or, better, to feel them. Bob felt them through you bra this afternoon. Are you going to let him feel them bare tomorrow?”

He had such an eager look on his face, almost begging me to say “yes,” getting me to confirm the tacit agreement I had made earlier, but I wasn’t hot now, and I just couldn’t say it right then. “Oh, Alan, I don’t know. Let’s not talk about it now. I’ll see tomorrow how I feel and how you’ll feel after a night’s sleep. We were really playing around today and we got carried away, and maybe having your wife’s naked tits felt may not seem so attractive then. I’ll tell you what I’ll do now if you really want me to. I’ll take a shower, put the pants of my other bathing suit on, and we can go down to the beach café with me topless! How would that do?”

His face lit up like a Christmas tree, questions about having my boobs felt pushed out of his mind, temporarily, at least. “OK! Get you little ass off the bed and into the shower! People will be drooling over your tits! This is great!”

Truthfully, I didn’t see any drooling, but there was a lot of ogling! I wore another suit bottom that covered me a little bit more, but I actually walked down the beach for a half-mile with my breasts bare. It felt very peculiar. Obviously, I had walked around the house completely naked so I knew what my breasts felt like as I moved, but walking for a distance outside was very different. Each step caused them to jounce and quiver so that I always was completely aware of movement which was unfamiliar to me. I had looked with interest when I had seen other girl’s boobs doing the same thing as they walked by, but I had had no idea that the feeling would be so pronounced. Actually, I began to enjoy the feeling because it made me constantly aware that my “tits” were naked, and I thought of them as tits.



The ogling began almost as soon as we got down to the beach and I, for the first time, was half naked in public. As we strolled along the waterline, we saw a small cluster of young men (probably college students) sprawled on the sand some distance ahead near where the resort had beach umbrellas permanently emplaced. As we approached, three girls (18+) came toward us passed the boys, and as they sauntered by, they were looked over, but with no significant reaction – a few nudges, a few sly comments, but nothing more. As the girls passed us, I looked at their tits and realized that I was much better and that was confirmed by the way they looked at mine. That sent a wave of confidence through me as we went by the fellows. As we passed, I was startled by the gaping looks as their eyes ran over me. They didn’t say a thing as we passed, but their eyes never left my boobs. As we went on, past a small snack stand, I suddenly heard a cacophony of sound, each one seemingly having something to say about me and my tits. Alan grinned beside me, “How was that for a reaction? I’ll bet that there’s a bunch of hard cocks back there. Boy, talk about an impression!”

I honestly was startled. I knew my breasts were large and well-shaped, but I never before this trip seen other girls with their's bare. I really was surprised at the boys’ reactions – or, more accuracy, their total lack of reaction, other than staring – as I passed them. Then, to hear them erupt behind me! At that moment, I think I became something of an exhibitionist. I wanted to show them off, to know that I could excite others by exposing my tits. It was very heady, and Alan’s enjoyment of that exposure made it all the better.

When we got to the little café and sat at a small table on the terrace, the excitement continued. There were three or four other couples there, one of them with a topless woman, but all looked (some staring) at me as we sat down. I was in a peculiar mental state: topless in public, sitting at a table ordering food while the waiter and everyone else was focused on my tits – wow! Things gradually settled down and people went back to their food, but I’ll admit that I was on a high while we ate and, even later, as we strolled home. There was one more thing, though. As we approached the spot where we would turn away from the water toward our cottage, Alan suddenly pulled away from me and went a little further down the beach and bent down to pick up something. He came back holding something which he showed me with a grin, “Look, your bra washed ashore.” Sure enough, the top which the men had pulled off of me earlier had come back. Do you think you will want to wear it tomorrow?” We both knew the answer to that question.

Needless to say, I was really excited when we went to bed, and Alan set me off twice. I couldn’t believe that I had walked, half naked, down the beach with eyes glued to my breasts. Then, even more unbelievable, I had sat at an outside café, with people all around, and ate dinner as if I had done that all my life. Every time I looked down I was shocked again, particularly since my nipples seemed to protrude a full inch from the breasts! Alan admitted that he was surprised at the composure I showed and wished, probably for the fiftieth time that day, that he wasn’t taking that damn medicine!

Inevitably, the question of having my tits felt came up again, but I still put off committing myself, although I knew that he would convince me if he really wanted it. I still couldn’t understand his attitude, for he knew that I’d never done anythingbefore and he never had expressed any interest in me exhibiting myself, much less actually doing something like that. Still, neither of us had ever dreamed of doing what we already had done. Alan had, as I said before, urged me to go topless, but only after we saw so many others doing so once we got to Belize. I had to think that his inability to screw me contributed to his desire to expose me and, even, to urge Bob to feel me through my bra in the water. One thing led to another and, as happens when excitement overwhelms restraint, he got my bra off. It was a giant step from urging me to join the topless brigade, but it was another even bigger step to take my bra off so a specific man could see my tits! In a way it was like what can happen at a fraternity party when things get out of hand and you do things that humiliateyou the following morning! I certainly didn’t want our honeymoon ruined because Alan regretted letting someone feel me – or, even more, regretting setting up a situation where I could surreptitiously help it to happen. I could see that setting up your wife, actually, your bride, so another man could feel her could be something a man would really regret when he came to his senses! Still, Alan seemed really interested, but I insisted that I would not commit myself until tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 5th. When tomorrow became today, I really thought that sleeping on it overnight had brought him back to reality, because he never mentioned the subject as we got dressed. It was our 4th day in Belize, and we planned to drive into town and do a little shopping, so I wore shorts and a blouse but, to my own surprise, left off my bra. I don’t think that I ever had left the house without a bra since my boobs grew past an A-cup, but, for some reason, probably the sexiness of walking on the beach last evening, it just felt good. As we got out of the car and walked down the street, I felt that jouncing and quivering from yesterday combined with the feeling of my hard nipples on the fabric of my blouse. I noticed numerous glances, and a few stares from passers-by, all but a few being admiring or envious, and it turned a shopping trip into an almost erotic event. Alan, of course, loved it, eagerly drawing my attention, subtly, to the most persistent members of my audience. I was excited!

One thing I did want was one or two additional bathing suits – only the bottoms –because I hated putting on a wet suit and I didn’t like my second, much more modest, suit that I had worn at home, particularly after wearing the revealing one here. Belize, particularly in beach areas, has no shortage of shopping for clothing, and we went into several shops with me trying on a wide selection of bathing suit bottoms. Unlike many U.S. stores, selling bras and pants separately is the rule, but the problem was not finding bottoms, but finding one’s we liked. We finally entered a much larger women’s store where the selection was much wider, and I took several into the dressing room. I felt funny coming out wearing a blouse with no bra and a minimum pair of pants, but Alan loved the show, as I’m afraid, did several other customers. There were two I liked and looked good on me, but were just a bit too big. Alan couldn’t see the problem until I twisted a bit and the front triangle shifted, exposing an ample amount of cunt hair. (That’s when the audience perked up!) “See,” I said, “what happens? Remember what I said about these suits having to fit very tightly to prevent that. It’d probably fall off in the water!” Alan reluctantly agreed, although I don’t think he minded the idea of a little exposure. 




Adulterous Honeymoon



There was another suit that did fit and that I thought was ok, and, just about to put my shorts back on, Alan came to the dressing room curtain and said “Here, look at these. I think that they are nice and I like the colors.”

“Ok, let me see them. Hey, Alan, these aren’t bathing suits, they’re panties!” They were pretty and I did love the bright colors, but they were panties.

“They don’t look any different and they are better than what you’ve been looking at. Try them on.”

I did as he said, and they did look nice and actually were a little bit more modest than the bikini I had been looking at. (It was a string connecting two triangles that either required some shaving or accepting some hair exposure!) But, still, they were panties. Nonetheless, I felt sexy in them and, when Alan called in, “Let me see“, I came out, a bit embarrassed by the other people seeing me in panties, but, actually enjoying it at the same time.

“Wow, those are the best things we’ve found here yet! Let’s get that other suit, but we have to have a couple of these!”

I didn’t argue, and we left the store with one suit and three pair of miniscule panties. I did warn Alan, however, that I couldn’t wear the panties in the water for they probably would fall off or, in the case of a pink pair, turn transparent. Neither problem seemed to faze him. Oddly enough, it didn’t bother me either. I couldn’t believe how my view of things had changed in about 24 hours. This was turning out to be a honeymoon to remember, but not for the normal reasons!

We had lunch and then headed back to our cottage, changed and headed for the beach. In my case, of course, “change” meant taking my few clothes off and putting on my bikini bottoms. We played around in the surf for awhile and, then, settled down in our place between the dunes. I flopped down on the mat and prepared to relax awhile with my book, but, before I could become comfortable, Alan stopped me with, “Turn over, first, Honey, we need to see how you should lie when Bob comes.”

I really was surprised because I was sure that he had changed his mind and wasn’t going through with the idea of having my boobs felt. Actually, my first reaction was to say, “What,” but I quickly knew what he meant and, without asking further, I just turned over, put my arms under my head and said, “This is the way I was yesterday. See how my breasts bulge out?”

“Yeah. I see, and he felt the sides of your tits but couldn’t get under them.”

“Uh huh.”

“Try crossing your wrists over each other and rest your chin on them. Yeah, like that. Now, see if you can raise up on your elbows. No, that doesn’t work. That’s awkward.”

“Darn it, if you really are sure that you want him to feel my tits, I’ll just rest my head on my hands with my elbows under me like I did before. Then, when he starts to put the sunscreen on them, I’ll either stay flat and lift up enough so he can get his hands under them or, if it’s what you want, I’ll just raise up on my elbows and just let him feel me. See, like I did yesterday, but a little higher, or like this.” As I said that, I demonstrated bowing my back and turning my side upward, opening the way for a hand to slide under and, then, as the alternative, just pulling my elbows inward and pushing down and raising up so my tits were off the mat and hanging down. “I’ll do it either way, depending on just how far you want me to go. Whatever you want!”

“Damn it, either would be very sexy, but I love the way you look when I can see the nipples! If you think that you can do it, raise up like that, on your elbows! Look, I have the two movie cameras set up, one on unipods placed at the side, one down where your feet will be. They’re very small and they are sunk into the sand. They’re really invisible among all our stuff, so we’ll have pictures if you do get felt! Now, I’ll be reading the paper, but I’ll try to watch as much as I can.”

I didn’t know what to think and I had mixed emotions, part of me shocked at what I had promised to do, the other feeling heat at the prospects of illicit sexual activity. I, also, couldn’t help being surprised at Alan’s almost perverse desire to have another man fondle me right beside him – and us married for only five days! Well, I thought, maybe Bob won’t come today, and I turned over onto my back and started to read, although, nothing that I read went in. That conjecture (hope?) lasted about three minutes, if that.

Bob arrived with a loud, “Look at what we have here! Last I saw, you were hiding under a towel, and, now, you’re just lying there topless!”

Alan replied, “Yeah, look at those tits! We walked down the beach last evening with them out and people were drooling as she went by! Now she likes it!”

“I’m not surprised! With tits like that, she would have a parade of hot men following her.”

“She passed a bunch of college kids, and they couldn’t even talk until she was completely past. Then, she sat at the café, tits out, eating.”

“I’ll bet that you had excellent service! Gods, I can’t believe those tits. I saw them last night for a minute or two, but this really is something!”

I lay there with two men fixated on my boobs, and a feeling of recklessness came over me as I broke in, “When you two are through talking about my tits, could you get me the sunscreen? They haven’t been out in the open before, and I don’t want them to burn.” I still can’t believe that I had the nerve to say that then, but I did! 

Bob reached for the bottle, saying, as he handed it to me, “No, I’ll bet you don’t want that! They certainly are white!” Then, as I took the bottle and prepared to open it, he continued, “Do you want me to put it on for you? I’ll be real careful!”

With surprising aplomb, I replied, “No thank you. I’m quite capable of rubbing sunscreen on my tits without help!” I must have been in some kind of zone to say something like that since I had never even referred to my breasts as “tits” to Alan until yesterday, and here I was talking about them that way to another man! Alan commented afterwards that he was startled at my composure, and I still can’t believe it, myself. Totally out of character. But, I calmly sat there, with them both watching me very closely, and smoothed the lotion carefully on each breast, down over my stomach and, daringly, a bit under my pants, deliberately exposing just a little hair. I did my legs and lay back, nude except for a little triangle of cloth at my crotch, with my tits standing up like pyramids, crowned by erect, pink nipples. I was really hot and, unexpectedly, ready for more.

Neither of the men spoke the entire time that I was spreading the cream over me, both, I think, a bit in shock at my comments and actions. Alan was resting on one elbow watching me, while Bob sat beside me. Finally, Bob let out a breath, saying, “Man, that is some wife you have there!” Gradually, they began a conversation about something, but I have no idea as to what it was – probably sports. I lay there, my mind in turmoil, as they talked, knowing that crunch time was coming and not quite sure that I could do it. Finally, however, I knew that I had to make the move before I lost my nerve completely, and I looked over at Alan with a loaded glance. I waited until there was a lull in the conversation and turned over, saying something about the heat of the sun. I put my hands under my head as before, feeling my breasts squeezing out on both sides as they had yesterday. Bob immediately reached for the sunscreen, saying, “This is less interesting, but I guess you do want this stuff on your back.” Alan moved back off of his elbow and lay down beside me, adjusting his pillow and reaching for his paper. 

Bob proceeded to spread the lotion on in the same way, starting at my shoulders and working down my back to my hips, lavishing attention to my exposed behind and, once again, futilely trying, innocently, to get his fingers under my pants. Then, the moment arrived as his hands moved back up on my side to the bulge of my breast. Then, before I could lose my nerve, I just raised up, resting on my elbows, until my tits hung free, my nipples off the mat. Bob hesitated just a moment, probably checking on Alan who was wrapped up in the paper, and just took my left tit in his hand and squeezed it before lightly fondling it. My mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions. I was wildly excited at being felt, there was an element of guilt, there was worry about how Alan would react now that it actually had happened, and a bunch of ideas and qualms I don’t even recall. Still, I didn’t move as he massaged my hanging tit, even tweaking my nipple. After what seemed like an inordinate time, he left the right breast, the one beside Alan, and moved to the other one which was more concealed. I just held myself on my elbows while he thoroughly explored it – fondling, squeezing, caressing. Even in my overwhelmed state, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind as he felt a married woman’s breast with her husband quietly reading the paper beside her. Finally, after what seemed like an hour (but probably was five minutes – still a long time to feel me in those circumstances), I lowered myself saying, “I can’t hold myself up any longer. This mat is hard on the elbows.” I had planned to just lie back down as if nothing had happened, but I decided to verbally acknowledge what was going on and that I was up on my elbows ready to be felt.

Alan immediately stepped in, adding, “Yeah, the ridging is uncomfortable to lean on like that. It’s fine for lying on, and it keeps the sand away, but I would prefer a smooth surface.” The conversation continued in a desultory way for awhile until finally, he added, “Let’s take another swim before going out to eat. Say, Bob, we’re going down to the café for supper again tonight. Why don’t you come along and see people staring at Nita’s tits. She‘d probably like to have two men with her to ward off all those admirers!”

Bob immediately accepted the invitation, saying “I’ll go anywhere those tits are going. Besides, you’re right. She may need protection if those college kids are still there.”

“Ok, fellows. That’s quite enough about my tits. It may come as a surprise to you two, but they’re not community property, so I’ll take care of them, myself! Now, let’s get wet!” We went in for awhile, with nothing really significant happening, i.e. no “handle” lifting. Both Alan and I, of course, were eager to get inside and compare notes on the afternoon‘s activities. Making arrangements to meet Bob afterwards, we hurried to the cottage where I had another wild series of orgasms as I recounted how he learned a lot about my tits! Before I could even talk about it, I ripped off my pants, flopped down on the bed and raised my legs – I even reached down and rubbed my clit I was so excited. Alan immediately knelt between my legs and proceeded to lick me while fingering my cunt. He even did something he hadn’t done before by flicking his finger over my bottom hole, sending me over the top into an unbelievable orgasm. It was much like the last time: when I had finished after going off twice he rose up from between my legs with his face covered with my cunt juices.

“Good god, Nita, you’re unreal! I couldn’t even stay with you a couple of times you moved so violently. They talk about a man “riding” a woman, but you would’ve bucked me off. Being felt certainly fires you up! Now, if you’ve calmed down for a moment, tell me what you did.”

“I did just what I showed you – as soon as his fingers reached the bulge of my right breast, I raised up on my elbows until my nipples were off the mat, and stayed there and let him feel me! Boy, did he feel me! He squeezed it, tweaked my nipple and just ran his fingers all over it. Then, he moved over to the left side, away from you, and did the same thing longer! He really worked it over. I think he would have kept it up all day if I hadn’t thought that it had gone on long enough. Somehow I didn’t just want to let it go as if nothing had happened, so I decided to say that I was up on my elbows and was going to go back down. I don’t know what you want to do next, but you don’t really have to pretend that you didn’t know that he was feeling me if you don’t want to.”

“Wow, I hardly can believe that you had the nerve to do all that! I couldn’t see much, but I could tell that you were up and, I assumed, being felt. I can’t wait to see if the cameras caught the action! Gods, that’s exciting! Obviously, a little extra-marital sex appealed to you!”

“I can’t believe it, but I think that I could have gone off while he felt me!  I’ve actually had my bare tit felt by another man! Little miss conservative me. Married five days and I let another man play with my boobs! I can hardly believe it, but I know that the illicit or immoral side of it did make it better! If I were just resting on my elbows and you reached over and felt my breast, as you’ve done many times, it would feel good and, I guess, a bit romantic, but I wouldn’t react like this! My initial intent was to let him feel me because I knew that you wanted it, but I really got hot as soon as I knew that I was going to raise up so that he could get to me. When it was over, I really wanted to come right in as soon as it was over. Think how I would have blown up if we had been in here right after he finished! I‘d probably have broken the bed! If we do anything like this at home, you will have a hard time riding me! That’s a funny thought, being mounted and ridden – I wish I didn‘t have to wait until we get home. I‘d love to be mounted and ridden right here on our honeymoon!”

“Unfortunately, that would be difficult, but we’ll make up for it when we get home – unless Bob gets you first!”

Laughing at the absurd notion, I replied, “Don’t even talk like that! It’s bad enough that I’m walking around half naked and he’s felt my tits and, if you keep this up, will feel them some more, but I’m not quite up to discussing adultery on my honeymoon! I’ll go with your perverse ideas up to a point, but I do have my limits!”

Alan, with a great big grin came back with, “The way you bounced around just now, I wouldn’t put anything past you – even being screwed! Ok, unless you want to come again, go get a shower and we’ll go meet your lover! Why don’t you wear the turquoise panties instead of the regular pants? I think that we’d all like that!”

“Now, you stop that or I’ll start wearing a bra again to protect myself from a depraved husband! I’ve only got one cherry, and it’s going back home with us! Now, back to reality, do you really think that I should wear those panties like that? I thought that I would keep them for lying around here, not out with people around. I don’t know if I would be too embarrassed to go out in public wearing them, particularly without a bra. Gods, walking down the beach, naked except for a very brief pair of panties! I don’t know.”

“Take you shower and try them on and see. They certainly are no more revealing than the bikini pants, so I don‘t any problem.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that you’d have any problem if I were to walk down the beach totally naked! I’ll see.”

As it turned, both cameras caught the action, and despite the small viewers, we could see my tits really being worked over. That excited me all over again, but Alan said, “I‘ll download these movies to my laptop later, and we can take a peek at them! I think that we should wait until we get home to see the whole show so I can edit them, but a peek or two won’t hurt. You’ll be hot now anyway! They’ll heat you up then!

In any case, as might be expected, sometime later the three of us were walking down the beach to the restaurant area with me wearing nothing except a pair of turquoise panties that I probably would not have considered adequate coverage under my clothes. Certainly nothing that anyone but Alan could see, and that only in the last six months. Unbelievable. Needless to say, Bob was effusive in his admiration, commenting that he hadn’t seen that suit before. Then, to my horror and embarrassment, Alan calmly said, “Oh, that’s just a pair of panties we got in town. They just didn’t have many suits that fit or looked good, so she got several pairs of panties to wear when she wasn’t going in the water. They really fit and look good on her.”

“Alan! Why’d you tell him that! You said no one would know the difference and now you tell him!” Actually, I’ll admit that we had planned to tell Bob for we both thought that it would be sexy for him to know, so I pretended to be shocked and embarrassed and even blushed quite a bit!”

“Come on, Nita”, Bob interjected, “you look beautiful! I think it’s sexy knowing that you’re just wearing panties! But I really couldn’t tell, so there’s no reason to be embarrassed that I know! No one else will be able to see anything! It must feel very sexy, walking around like that and it‘s probably more fun if someone knows!”

“Damn it, you’re right that it does feel very sexy and I guess I don’t mind you knowing! Now, if my husband doesn’t spread the word any wider, I’ll be ok.” I loved it! Out in public wearing a very brief and very thin pair of panties – and very, very aroused! The looks I got from people as we walked by thrilled and excited me. Girls strolled along the beach wearing very little all the time, so there were none of the censorious looks I would have gotten somewhere else, but I knew that I was wearing panties out in public, even if they didn’t! The obvious admiration, and occasional lecherous stares, had me floating along on a sexual high. Wonderful! 

In some ways the most exciting and, at the same time, the most traumatic part of the evening came when we got to the restaurant. It was in the same area as the café, but Bob wanted us to try it because of the view. It had an upstairs open air terrace that looked out over the beach and the water, and the view was wonderful. The only problem was that it was upstairs which required us to go through a very crowded downstairs lobby and bar filled with maybe one hundred people, all of whom seemed to be looking at almost naked me! In my entire adult life I had never been anywhere without being conservatively dressed. Even when wearing a bathing suit, everything was completely covered in the most modest way. Now, here I was, breasts bare, with erect nipples, and nothing below the waist except thin panties, which, I was sure, showed their real nature to everyone. I managed not to cringe as I walked through, and Alan and Bob were quite complimentary afterwards about my composure with all the eyes on me. When we reached the upstairs terrace, there were quite a few people there too, but I was past the crisis point and a feeling of exultation came over me and I felt fantastic! 

The rest of the evening was delightful. I sat there with that fillip of continual excitement, the feeling that I was almost naked in public and loving it. Alan and Bob, several times, delicately pointed out people who were staring without showing it. As Bob said, “Think about it. People see tits all the time here, but none look like yours. Most are smaller, and if they’re as big, they sag. Yours stick out like artillery shells. I’ll bet that 90% of the people here, men and women, would love to feel them!” That last statement was accompanied by a very knowing grin that caused me to blush profusely. Both men laughed at my obvious embarrassment.

Bob said, “Any woman with tits like those should show them off and they should be felt! Man, Alan, you really have it made! A honeymoon in a tropical paradise with a woman like that! I’m surprised that you get out of the bedroom!”

“You’re right. Things couldn’t be more perfect – except I can’t use the equipment until we get home!”




Adulterous Honeymoon



“What? Why not!”

At that point, Alan explained his predicament. He described in detail the impact of an immense kidney stone and the gruesome insertion of that stupid stent. “Then, to reduce the pain and potential damage from getting hard, I have to take a damn pill that Nita calls a reverse Viagra! Add to that, if I lay flat on my back, I go to sleep until she wakes me up! I’d probably roast in the sun without waking up if she didn’t shake me! So, here I am on a honeymoon in a tropical paradise with a woman like that and I can‘t even screw her! The bedroom is just for sleeping which is why we‘re all over the place instead of doing what honeymooners are supposed to be doing!”

“This isn’t permanent, I assume?”

“God, no, thank heavens! As soon as we get home that damn stent comes out, the pill is stopped and Nita’s in for some real screwing!”

I chimed in with, “Alan! Stop talking like that! It’s embarrassing! In any case, it’s only a short time to wait and we’re really having fun here. Sex can wait – we have years for that!” I had been surprised about Alan discussing his physical problem, but it probably was good so Bob would understand our un-honeymoon-like actions.

The rest of the evening was perfect. When we left the restaurant, through the same gauntlet, I walked proudly, breasts out and enjoying the feeling of daring as I did so. It was still bright out, nightfall comes late there, and I really enjoyed the walk back between the two men. There were still many people out and it was fun being the center of attention with the sexual thrill of knowing that I was almost naked. I loved the feeling! 

However, right after we passed several couples who really looked me up and down (despite the fact that the women were topless, themselves), I suddenly broke into gales of laughter. Bob and Alan stared at me in wonderment, seeing nothing funny that would cause such an explosion. I just couldn’t stop and actually fell to the sand and rolled over in a paroxysm of laughter that almost made it hard to breathe. Finally, I was able to get myself mostly under control, although my mirth still broke through with seemingly no cause. Obviously, the men wanted to know what was going on, but I knew that I couldn’t get through an explanation without exploding right then, so I just stammered out, “Wait till we get back! I can’t talk now.” They pulled me to my feet, but I was still staggering about – actually exhausted by my laughter seizure, so Bob put his arm around me for a few steps, “accidentally” letting his hand run over my tit as he “helped” me. Alan made some kind of joke about “handles,” but I didn’t hear exactly what, and I didn’t ask him to repeat it! Still, it signified that he saw Bob’s hand on my breast and didn’t object.

We got back to our cottage and I slumped down on a chaise on the little terrace in front. Bob and Alan sat down and waited for an explanation. I was just sprawled there, legs hanging loose, and started laughing again. I was more under control now, so I was able to tell something of my background.

When I was growing up, my Aunt Agatha, my mother‘s sister, lived with us. She was very conservative when it came to feminine modesty, even for a little girl. From the earliest time I can remember, she harped on being decorous at all times, even at home, and I can almost hear her directing, “Anita, keep your legs together” or, musically, “Anita, I can see your panties!” By the time I was a teenager, she had drilled it into me so that I tightened my knees together when she came into the room even if they already were together! Gods, the silly things you remember. When my breasts started to grow, I was about 12, she told my mother, “You’ve got the get Anita a brassiere. Her points are starting to show!” Of course, they really would have shown later, for I was a B-cup when I was 16, and I began wearing bras that were industrial strength and thickness by high school. Her training took and I became one of the most conservative dressers in high school and college. Actually, I do love her and I wanted to please her, so I guess I took on many of her traits.

That gradually changed after graduation. I was still conservative in my clothes, but I began to dress more like the people I worked with and, of course, Alan’s influence after we started going together liberated me even more. In any case, as we were walking back, Aunt Agatha came to mind and I actually thought I could hear her sing song voice, “Anita, I can see your panties!” Here I was, strolling along, in public, almost naked, wearing nothing but my panties! Everybody could see my panties. Everyone could see my “points” and the tits around them! It was so bizarre that I couldn’t stop laughing! Oh, if she could see me now! Here I am now, lying here in just the position she hated, legs open, showing my panties! I could almost hear her saying, “Anita, what on earth are you doing! Where are your clothes?” Since she had paid for half of our honeymoon and I do love her, I suppose that I should have shown her and her moral instructions more respect, but, right then, I was lost in my new hedonism!

As I thought that, I raised up and looked down at my bare breasts and past them to my panties and suddenly realized that I was revealing more than I knew. In the rolling around in the sand and the sprawling on the chaise, the panties had pulled aside and a generous amount of cunt hair was prominently displayed! Suddenly embarrassed, I pulled the panty elastic back where it belonged, saying, “Damn it, that’s why panties are dangerous to wear out! Unlike bathing suits, they don’t have any structure to keep them in place. And you two, you might have warned me!”

“Why would we do that? You looked very sexy lying there like that!” Alan replied.

Bob agreed, “Very nice! You can wear them like that anytime for me!”

“You two are just alike! Panties are underwear, not bathing suits, and, Alan, that’s why I can’t wear them in the water – they wouldn’t stay on!”

“What’s wrong with that?”

With that, I threw a pillow at him and got up, “That’s enough of that! I’m going in!”

That effectively ended the sexiest night of my life – up till then. I had loved every second of it, even the exposure of the cunt hair. When we were alone, I tried to wreck the bed again. We talked at length about the evening and, despite the excess exposure, or, probably, partly because of it, we agreed that we loved the direction our honeymoon was taking. While I didn’t say so, I pretty much committed myself to moving onward.

Thursday, August 6. The following morning was the fifth day of our honeymoon. It was amazing how easy it was to get dressed for the beach when all you had to put on was a pair of bikini pants. It’s also amazing how easy it was to accept going braless in public. I honestly never thought of how different it was until I was going out of the door! I got another chuckle out of it as I thought of Aunt Agatha! She never would have said, “Anita, go back and put your bra on“, because it would have been totally impossible for her to even think of anyone going out without one. It would be like her saying, “Anita, keep your feet on the ground and don’t float away!” You don’t instruct people not to do things that they couldn’t do anyway, and going outside without a bra just couldn‘t be done

We were quite venturesome that day, walking down the beach close to a mile, and I actually went parasailing. I was scared, at first, but I lost that fear once I was several hundred feet in the air. The view was beautiful and Alan, afterwards, said I looked like a Valkyrie, floating through the air with my bare tits cleaving the air. We also rode a jet ski, which Alan loved, but I didn’t. We ate in another café-type place, and trudged back home, tired and ready to just lie around. Later, we walked along the shore for awhile, and then lay down on our mats to read. Just then, Bob appeared and we talked about a variety of things, including last night and we agreed that it had been a lot of fun. Then, I turned over, and without being asked, he picked up the bottle of sunscreen and applied it to my back, down over my hips (unsuccessfully probing again to try to get under my pants) and back up on my side. When he got to the bulge of my breasts, I just raised up, as if it were nothing, and he fondled and squeezed them, one after the other as if that were a normal part of putting on sunscreen. It really was amazing. I just lay there, raised up on my elbows, my chin resting on my hands, while he felt me. Very matter of fact, and no attempt to conceal what he was doing. What had been yesterday a major erotic event was now accepted as routine. However, that doesn’t mean that it was not sexually exciting! Believe me, it was! In fact, as he did it, I squeezed my legs together surreptitiously, putting pressure on my cunt and clit. I had to control myself to keep from going off. This time there was no question that Alan saw what was happening and that he didn’t mind having his wife’s tits felt.

Friday, August 7th. His approval was confirmed the following day, when Bob joined us in the water after lunch. The water was rough with breaking waves, and the swim time turned into “dunk Nita and lift her back up by her tits.” They were felt under the water, on top of the water and, a few times well above the water. After one of those occasions when I was literally lifted out of the water by my convenient handles, I finally protested, “If you guys keep this up I’m going to have to go in! My tits are going to be covered with bruises! Come on, just feel them, don’t wreck them!” Obviously, the sex play had really fired me up to permit me to say such a thing – telling them, particularly, of course, Bob, to “just feel them,” certainly gave free license. Things did settle down, and they did feel me and tow me around by my handles.

When we finally staggered ashore after the exhausting, but enjoyable, sex play, I just threw myself on the mat and just lay there. I really was tired. Bob picked up the sunscreen and held it out to me, saying, “You’d better put this on. It was certainly washed off in the water.” Then, repeating his previous jocular offer, “Unless you want me to do it for you!” Obviously, he expected the same haughty refusal as before, but surprising myself (and Alan), I just said, “Why not. You’ve been handling my tits in the water for almost an hour. Go ahead and put the stuff on them!”

“Wow, that’ll be a pleasure!” 

He proceeded to carefully apply the sunscreen all over the front of my body, feeling all of me, particularly, of course, my tits. Oh, it felt good. Alan said afterwards that he even felt a tingle in his cock as he saw Bob’s fingers touching every inch of me except that small area covered by my pants. Later, when I turned over, he did the same thing but this time, I didn’t even bother to raise up, just turning up a bit so his fingers could go under. When I turned back over later, he calmly reached over and squeezed my right tit as he got up to leave. So, on the 6th day of our honeymoon, another man was free to feel everything but my cunt right in front of my husband. The cameras caught every detail, so, at this rate, we were going to have a series of X-rated movies, me starring, when we got home! Still despite being wildly excited, I couldn’t help but wonder, "What next", and that caused a bit of trouble that night.

For now, however, I was fired up when we went in, jumping on the bed, eager for Alan to set me off. It didn’t take long the first time as he licked and fingered me to orgasm. I felt bad that I couldn’t do anything for him since I knew he was as excited as I was, but even if the medication hadn’t stopped his normal reaction, the stent would have hurt. He said that it wasn’t too bad since he was really turned on mentally. I don’t know if you can have a mental orgasm, but, as he said, he couldn’t do anything physical. His day will come, he said, and I’m sure he’s right. I can’t wait for real sex! Fingers and tongues work wondrously, but I want the whole thing! We talked at length about me just lying there face up, letting Bob feel everything, particularly my tits! How rapidly we had gone from being wildly excited because he surreptitiously touched the bulge of my flattened breasts to just letting him fondle and squeeze them right in front of Alan! We talked about that progression, and that is where the problem began.

We talked about how he continually tried to get a finger under the tight edges of my pants, laughing about how frustrating it must be for him. Even when his fingers ran over the crotch of my bathing suit, he still couldn’t feel anything. Then, Alan commented on how sexy I had looked last night: “That’s why the panties are better. If he felt the crotch of those thin panties, he would really get something out of it. I noticed yesterday that the nylon actually outlined your cunt lips, making it much sexier that the regular pants! Then, boy, when you were sprawled open on the chaise with cunt hair showing – wouldn’t he have loved to feel you then! Maybe you could wear the blue ones tomorrow.”

For some reason, my excitement emptied out of me like a drain had opened. “Oh, Alan, I don’t know. I’ll do what you want, but I think that we’re going to fast with this. I just don’t think I want him to feel my cunt – at least not this soon. I don’t know. We’ve been married for one whole week, and I love it. I love being married and I’ve loved being here, being with you and just doing things with you. Just lying around on the beach, talking, swimming, shopping – everything has been wonderful. Totally unexpectedly, however, we’ve gotten into this sex thing with Bob. We’ve only known him for four days and we both like him and he’s fun to be with, a friend, a close friend, we didn’t expect to find here. Both of us have really enjoyed the sex play and, while Aunt Agatha wouldn’t approve, I’ve become much more open and I’ve loved it. I can’t believe the things I’ve done, particularly wearing nothing but those panties Wednesday night. I was as high as if I had been drunk, and I guess I was on the euphoria caused by all I had done – and shone! I’ll even admit that I was pretty sure that my panties had slipped over and that he could see my cunt hair when we got home. I‘ve liked all of this and, of course, I‘ll do anything you want, but, I just think that we’re going too fast with it! The only thing he hasn’t touched and seen is my cunt, and, I guess, I would be more comfortable if we held off on that for a couple of days until I can adjust to all of this.”

“Look, honey, I’m certainly not going to push you to do more than you’re comfortable with. Maybe we got carried away by the excitement. I know, from your reaction in bed, that this all turns you on, but I suppose that there’s a limit. We certainly can take it slower and, I’ll tell you what, you set up a timetable! We’ll go on tomorrow doing what we did today, and you can decide when or if you want to do more. How’s that?”

“Oh, Alan, that would be perfect! I already have an idea that I think would be fun and sexy! Tomorrow is Saturday! We will have been married for one whole week, and I think we should celebrate. We’ll do the same thing we did yesterday. I’ll let Bob feel my tits in the water and, when we come out, I’ll let him put the sunscreen all over me. That way he can just feel my tits and the rest of me while you watch. We’ll both like that. Then, tomorrow night, let’s go out to that nice restaurant we saw to celebrate. We can ask Bob to come along, and I’m sure he will. This is a dress up place, so I’ll wear my garter belt and hose with my sheer panties and bra. We’ll tell Bob to come over when he’s ready, but I won’t be completely dressed when he gets here and I’ll “accidentally” come out without my dress on. I’ll be really embarrassed, but he’ll get to see me in my fancy underwear! What do you think?”

“Wow! That’s better than wearing the blue panties! It’s a deal!”

Saturday, August 8. And, that was just what we did. We spent the morning wandering aroundthe tourist area, people-watching and being watched – since I was topless. Actually, having a chance to be surrounded by people while my tits were bare was still novel and exciting to both of us, so it was fun. The afternoon we were at the beach and, of course, Bob showed up shortly after we lay down on our mats. We spent quite a bit of time in the water, and I think that one or the other of them had my breasts in their hands for 90% of the time. Once, each had one while the other held the other. Fun! When we came ashore and lay down, Bob, without asking, simply took the lotion and rubbed in on every part of my body while I was face up and repeated the performance when I turned over. All three of us enjoyed it immensely. Finally, we said we had to go in a bit early because we were going to dress up and go out to dinner in a fancy place to celebrate our anniversary. At that point, Alan, offhandedly, invited Bob to go with us and, unsurprisingly, he accepted and agreed to be at our place at 6 PM. The stage was set.

Actually, my plan worked to perfection, far better that I could have expected. Well before Bob was to arrive from his cottage next door, I had put on my makeup and put on my white bra, panties, garter belt and hose. I looked in the mirror and surprised myself. The bra and panties were as near transparent as you could imagine, and showed my nipples and cunt hair almost as if I were naked. The garter belt matched the bra and panties, and the hose came within two inches of my cunt, making my legs look even longer. I knew how I looked in the underwear because they were the ones I had worn at our wedding – Aunt Agatha would not have approved! However, I was surprised by how nice my skin looked in it, for the careful sun tanning had given it a glow that really set off that underwear. I even excited myself! 

In just a few minutes after “dressing,” if that’s what you would call it, Alan called in to me that Bob was coming, five minutes early as I had hoped. I quickly turned on the water in the bathroom to, supposedly keep me from hearing his arrival, and prepared for my entrance. Then, looking down and combing my hair, I came through the door into the living room, saying, “How do I look? This is my wedding outfit!”

There was absolute silence at first, and then both men exclaimed, “Wow!”

I looked up with absolute (feigned) shock at hearing Bob’s voice, standing still in a shocked reaction, and then placing my hand over my crotch in a traditional September Morn pose, I shrieked, “My god, Bob, what’re you doing here? You’re early!” I then scurried back into the bedroom after giving him plenty of time to stare! I quickly put on the little white dress that I had laid out, and reemerged, still blushing (partly real, partly the result of judicious patting), saying, “I can’t believe this! I might as well have been naked! Alan, why didn’t you say that Bob was here?”

Alan didn’t say anything, of course, and Bob, with a big smile, flattered me with, “That is the virtue of being prompt! You never know when a beautiful nymph will pop up, and what could be nicer than the almost naked nymph I just saw!”

“Oh you! Oh, well, you’ve seen most of it before, so I suppose it doesn’t matter too much, but, if I’m going to put on a show, I would like to know the schedule!” The evening was off to a great start and Alan, later, whispered to me, “Man, that was an entrance! Thank heaven for that pill or I’d probably broken that stent – or my cock!” I had a delicious dinner and two men making me the center of the evening. They teased me throughout the evening about Bob seeing me and my underwear. Commenting about what all the people around us would say if they knew what I had under my demure white dress. Asking, “What kind of bride would wear things like that under her wedding gown?” “What would your Aunt Agatha say! “ Alan joined Bob in those jibes, almost as if he were just another man rather than my husband. I blushed, I simpered, I made silly, even sexy replies. I loved it, and was on a high all during dinner, and I was floating on air when we drove home!




Adulterous Honeymoon



What more could I ask? The answer; two men making me the center after the dinner! Things really heated up on the way home. I was in the center of three people in a two seat car, squeezed between Alan and Bob. As I slid over to the middle, my short skirt pulled up almost to my hose tops, exhibiting my legs, making them look sexy and long. Both men continuously glanced down, making me hotter as we drove. Bob finally broke the silence, saying, “I didn’t even know that women wore regular hose anymore! I hate pantyhose, but that’s about all you see. I love seeing a woman’s thighs above her stocking tops – I think all men do!” Alan joined him, agreeing, “I’ve always felt that way. Nothing is sexier than seeing supporter straps going up a woman’s legs!”

Those comments provided a wonderful opening, so I did the obvious thing – I reached down, caught the bottom of my skirt, and just pulled it all the way up, exposing all of my legs and, probably, the crotch of my panties. “There, is that what you meant? Oops, keep your eyes on the road, Alan! I never liked pantyhose either – they’re too confining and ungodly inconvenient. Panties, garter belt and hose are much nicer if I have to wear hose. They do make a woman’s legs look nice!” Needless to say, I got immediate agreement from each man, and I could feel eyes focused on my thighs the rest of the way home with Alan having to pay attention to me and the road! He said later that night that when I’m showing something like that, or when I’m lying there being felt while the sunscreen is being applied, it’s like looking at another woman, not his wife – but knowing that it is his wife, makes it very exciting! I didn’t quite understand that, but I really enjoyed being looked at (and felt), so I accepted his view without argument. In any case, if seeing me exposed like that was good for him, it certainly was good for me and I could feel safe in all this sex play because my husband was there! A very nice situation!

We got home about 9:00, and I slid out of the car with my skirt up over my panties, giving Bob an excellent view of thinly veiled cunt hair. The sun was just setting and was spectacular, as usual. I started to slump down on the chaise to watch it, but suddenly thought and said, “Darn, I don’t want to sit out here in this white dress! I’ll have to go in and change.”

Alan quickly responded, “You’ll miss it if you go in! Just take the dress off and stay out here!”

“Gods, I can’t do that! I’ve got almost nothing under it. I can’t stay out here like that!”

“Why not? No one else can see you and we’ve already seen what you’ve got on! Go ahead, take it off and lie down.”

That, of course, is what I want to hear, so “convinced,” I did just as he suggested. I unzipped the dress, stepped out of it, loosely folded it over the back of the chaise and lay down – sheer panties, sheer bra, matching garter belt and hose, all on view! It was now twilight and getting darker, but not so dark that anything was really hidden. I loved it – more naked than naked in some ways. Funny, almost naked but with sheer material masking me was almost sexier than if I were nude. Certainly, I had plenty of attention and the conversation was desultory since sex was on everyone’s mind. When I got up and took the dress in to hang it up, the disappointment was clear, but when I came back with drinks, still “dressed” the same way, euphoria set in. We set there, my exposure on everyone’s mind, talking about nothing. Finally, I got up and walked around a bit, knowing the garter belt and hose made everything different. Alan insisted that I have a picture taken with Bob and I felt very sexy being photographed like that! The moon was up, shining brightly, so I really was like a model on a runway! I was hot – and so were they! There was silence, as I put on my show, until I sighed, “Oh, this is a beautiful night! I wish I could walk along the beach with my feet in the water!’

Bob answered, “Well, why not! I don’t see anyone stopping you. I think it would be fun, too.”

Alan, got up, “Come on, let’s go!

“Oh, I’d love to, as I said, but I can’t go like this! I’d wreck my hose and I just don’t feel like changing!’ Obviously, changing would have meant taking off my underwear and putting on a bikini bottom, but, of course, that’s not I wanted.

Anan responded, “Oh, for heaven’s sake, take off your hose and garter belt and come on! It’s dark and no one’s around!”

Sufficiently convinced to do what I wanted to do, I sat down with an appreciative audience and peeled my hose down, unhooked my garter belt, and, for no logical reason, removed my bra. Standing up, wearing only my transparent panties, I ran down our path to the beach with the audience following me. Later, Alan told me that if he hadn’t known better, he would have thought I was naked. It really was fun. The waves were breaking a little off shore, so I was up to my knees when it came in, down to my ankles when it went out. When the moon came out, it was almost like daylight and the surf was beautiful. Naturally, the sedate strolling at the water line morphed into “catch Nita,” and I ran, squealing as expected, away from my attackers. When caught, of course, my tits got a real going over. Finally, half accident, half premeditation, I fell into the knee-deep water and required help getting up, lifted by my “handles,” of course. However, as I had anticipated, when I came up, my panties did not! I, naturally, was not immediately aware of the “catastrophe,” giving time for my bottom and cunt hair to be viewed! I then screamed in embarrassment at my exposure and quickly pulled the panties back up. 

Shortly after that we left the beach and went back to our cottage where I grabbed a towel, saying, as I dried off, “See Alan, that’s why I can’t wear those other panties in the water, particularly when other people are on the beach! Panties just are not made for standing in the surf, much less for swimming!” All the time I was drying off and talking, I was standing facing Alan and Bob, conveniently “forgetting” that my transparent panties were soaking wet and invisible. I might as well have been standing there naked with every hair on my cunt clearly visible. Suddenly, I looked down and put the towel over my front, crying out in dismay, “God, these panties don’t hide anything! I hope you two are satisfied!” I hurried into the bedroom, showing my almost naked behind as I did so, calling back, “I’m not coming back out tonight!”

Bob left soon after, but not before he and Alan had a good laugh at my expense – but also sharing some very complementary comments on my body. I listened intently at the door to those comments and was very pleased with myself. When Alan came into the bedroom, I met him with a big smile, asking, “Well, did you like it? Was that the show you wanted?” His response was just what I wanted to hear.

“That was perfect! You looked wonderful in the panties and bra – they showed everything! The garter belt and hose made you look sexier than anything that Bob had ever seen. He couldn’t believe it! Every time we were alone, he couldn’t stop talking about how you looked. I couldn’t believe it when you stripped down to those sheer panties and went down to the beach – you certainly got you tits felt again! And then, having you panties come down so we saw you actually naked…I don’t know how you did it so naturally! But, standing here while you dried off showing yourself in the wet panties…well, as I said, you were perfect!”

“Oh, honey, I’m glad you feel that way! I managed to show everything but, still, we’re moving more slowly. I supposedly haven’t deliberately shown him my cunt, much less let him touch it. I feel better about that. As I said, I don’t want to rush things. Tomorrow, I’ll wear my regular swimming pants, without a bra, of course, and let him feel me again. But, up to now, when I let him spread the sunscreen over my legs, I’ve kept my legs together. I think I’ll open them tomorrow so that when he’s doing my thighs, he’ll see the crotch of my bikini and, probably feel my cunt area through the suit. He won’t get much of a real feel, but it another small step that doesn’t seem to be rushed. Maybe, if you want me to, I’ll make sure that some hair will have escaped my pants so he can see and touch it! How’s that for a plan?”

“That’s perfect! Nita, you are a wonder! You’re certainly better at setting things up innocently than I am! Boy, this is sexy! You really know how to turn a man on…gods, I can’t wait until that damn stent is out! It’s fun showing you off and, even, seeing him play with you, but nothing will come close to fucking you when we get home!”

Sunday, August 9. Another day in paradise, with clear skies and the usual warm temperatures. We did a number of recreational things in the morning – it’s amazing how many things these resorts have for their clients – and had a wonderful time. However, both of us were looking forward to the afternoon swimming and rest in our private area. We both had become addicted to the sex games we were playing, and we freely admitted this to each other. I, to my own great surprise considering my past, was really enjoying the exhibitionism, the exposing of my body to everyone by going topless, but, specifically, to Bob. I really wanted him to see everything, including my cunt! I didn’t actually know why, it was so foreign to me, but the last few days, less than a full week, had wakened something in me. I told Alan that I would do anything he wanted, but I didn’t necessarily want to know just what that was!

Alan was equally addicted, or even more so. As I said before, I think his inability to screw me somehow made him want to see me in sexual situations. Exposing my body excited him mentally, and seeing me being felt by Bob made that excitement far greater. He said that I seemed to be a different woman when I was showing off or being fondled – as he said, just a very sexy, intriguing woman who happened to be his wife. He saw me in a different way, a different context, and it made me sexier than ever for him. As tourists, we had been taking hundreds of digital photographs and many of them were of me topless with people around, particularly when I was out wearing those turquoise panties. However, more and more were of me posed with Bob and with me almost naked (like the ones taken after dinner Saturday night), and others of me being worked on by Bob when he was putting sunscreen on or just feeling my boobs. He even posed me down near the surf with Bob behind me with his hands holding my tits. The thing that probably would arouse us most when we got home was Alan setting up our very small movie cameras so that the action in our rather private area would be recorded in high definition. That part of the recording of that I had seen made me very hot, seeing me lying there with Bob feeling me. X-rated! But fun! I knew that Alan was eager to have my cunt exposed, but I still wanted to postpone that for another day, so I proceeded with my plan to let Bob feel my cunt through my suit pants first, and even that should make a sexy film! 

It was peculiar, in a way, being the one making the decisions about these sexual contacts, because I never would have dreamed of doing any of these things just a little over a week ago. I was really shocked when Bob felt the outer bulge of my breasts, and, now, here I was arranging for him to come very close to my cunt! Alan had masterminded things at first and I’d just went along with what he arranged, and I was honestly embarrassed about some of his schemes. I couldn’t understand why he wanted his wife, his bride, to be exposed and, even, felt, but I had gone along – and enjoyed it! Now, I was organizing the next step!

We went into the water and played around for awhile before Bob turned up. Actually, Bob’s cottage was right next to ours but, as I said before, screened so that we couldn’t see it, or, of course, he see ours. He also couldn’t see us in “our place” or the path through the low dunes to the water. However, like our cottage, he could see the beach, so when we went down to the water, he could see and, inevitably, join us. The water was very flat that day, so I enjoyed just floating along. I still was new enough to having my breasts out, so I was fascinated by looking downward and seeing them jutting above the surface, the pink nipples projecting skyward. My exposure was not ignored and people swimming or walking through the water invariably gave them a long, if surreptitious, look. Bob, of course, stared at them, his interest undisguised. Ultimately, when I was standing, he enthusiastically felt them, even commenting once, “You have wonderful tits!” His obviously honest observation made the next step easier.

We left the water and headed for our mats and, after toweling off, threw ourselves down to relax. However, while drying off, I, as I always did, adjusted my bikini so that it was in its proper place. It’s something women do without thinking, pulling back out of their bottom crease, adjusting the crotch so it covers what it’s supposed to cover, etc. This was different however. I was wearing the new suit (i.e. pants) we had bought a few days before and its crotch piece was quite narrow between my legs. Instead of arranging it so that as much as possible was covered, I actually pulled it inward so that it sank into the slit of my cunt, leaving hair and part of a cunt lip on each side. In addition, I left the back sunk into the crease between my hips, leaving most of my bottom bare. Normally, having the crotch piece pulled in like that would not have mattered, because I had always kept my legs tightly closed when Bob was applying the sunscreen to my legs. Nothing between my legs could be seen. Actually, he had never even been able to feel the inside of my thighs and he had touched the crotch of my pants only at the top in front and the seat of the pants in back, Now, for the first time, I was setting myself up for a more intimate application of the cream.

Looking up at Alan with what was a conspiratorial smile, I lay flat and waited for Bob to take the initiative and cover me with sunscreen. I didn’t have long to wait as he covered his hands with the lotion and, immediately, began to smooth it in on my tits. He handled each carefully, not even concealing that his real goal was just to feel them. Alan was taking it all in while supposedly glancing at the paper. In any case, there was no longer, if there ever was, any question that he didn’t mind having his wife’s tits felt. So, I just lay there letting him run his hands all over me while protecting me from sunburn. He worked his way down my sides and along my legs to my feet. At that point, he usually came back up on the tops of my legs, trying “innocently” to slip his fingers between my legs onto my thighs when he passed my knees. Before, as I said before, I prevented that exploration by squeezing my legs together. This time was different!

As his fingers ran up my legs above, in pushed downward as usual, but instead of being repulsed as usual, they went right down to the mat as I unexpectedly opened my legs. It was almost funny as his hand stopped moving, probably in shock. However, he quickly recovered and ran his hand upward over my thigh, presumably rubbing sunscreen into that vulnerable area. He rubbed thighs well above my knee when, with great courage, I just let my legs spread, leaving a clear path to my barely covered crotch. Fortunately, the one camera that Alan had strategically placed caught the moment, and when I saw it later I was surprised at the amount of exposure. At the time, of course, all I knew was that he definitely could see all of my upper legs, the crotch of my bathing suit and a significant part of my cunt area. At that moment I had the most peculiar sensation, almost as if two people were battling in my mind! I could have sworn that I heard Aunt Agatha almost scream out, “Close your legs, girl! He’ll see everything!” At the same time, Alan was urging me on, “Open wider, honey! Show him your cunt!” I know that it was my imagination, but it seemed so real! In any case, Alan (and my own desires) won the battle and I did spread wider as Bob’s fingers reached the crease of my leg and the edge of my pants.

I was already aroused (and a bit scared), but when I felt his fingers going along the outside of my cunt lips, I actually moved a bit, a visible reaction I was able to dampen down, but internal tremors continued. The crotch of the suit was firmly in the groove of my cunt, but I was bare to his touch all along the hem; the hair covered lips were available for viewing and feeling. He certainly took advantage of the opportunity, exploring the entire, suit crotch and the exposed flesh and hair. It didn’t last a long time and he continued the fiction that he was merely applying sunscreen, and I just lay there, matter-of-factly ignoring that a very private area was being explored. When his fingertips ran along the edge of my cunt lips, I couldn’t help but react, but I did, barely, manage to restrain myself! Fortunately, my suit was still damp from swimming, or the moisture flowing out of my hot cunt would have proved that I was not so calm and matter-of-fact at all!

The whole scenario was repeated when I turned over and he applied the lotion on my back He started at the top, but very quickly got to my bottom – or, my ass as Alan refers to it, a term which, in some ways, seems more appropriate in cases like this, just as “tits” seems right. With the suit pulled up and firmly sunk into the division of my hips, there was practically nothing hidden. As he ran his fingers over the cheeks, he touched at least 95 %, leaving only that thin, embedded cloth that hid my…. well, my asshole! (I know I’ve never said or written that before!) With my legs spread as before, his fingers once again delved between them and re-explored the crotch area, probably hoping to find a path underneath the suit. However, my very private parts, my clit and cunt hole, remained securely under their protecting cloth. Still, having him feel almost my entire bare bottom and coming very close, again, to my cunt, was almost all I could stand without going off!

Bob spread the sunscreen over me for as long as he could and, reluctantly, had to stop when he had covered every square inch of my lower anatomy several times. The crotch material of my pants had been thoroughly explored as well as the hair covered lips that peeked out from under. All I could think of was, “Oh, gods, he’s feeling my cunt!” Then, “He’s feeling my ass! He almost got under the pants! Oh, I hope Alan’s looking! Damn, I have to wear regular panties so he can get under!”

That last thought was still with me much later when we finally got inside and I ran to the bedroom. “Oh, Alan, he felt me! Did you see how he ran his fingers through the hair on my cunt? I could feel then going right along the edge of my cunt lips right in the crease of my leg!” Alan, of course, had been looking the entire time. Actually, Bob was so fascinated by the chance to really feel me that he didn’t look over at Alan, freeing Alan to even raise up to get a better view a couple of times. When we looked at the replay on the camera, you could actually see Bob’s fingers right in the hair alongside my pants. Seeing that full size when we got home was going to be unbelievable. At that point, I was resolved to give in and just wear my bathing suit panties tomorrow if Alan still wanted me to.

That question was soon resolved as I gyrated on the bed, being fingered and licked to orgasm, gasping out how I loved having Bob feel my cunt and ass, even if the pants covered part, the most important part, of me. He did want me to. I erupted several times before finally calming down, but by then, the damage was done, if, in fact, it was damage. While in the throes of sexual ecstasy, I admitted that I loved it and that Alan could strip me naked if he wanted to. When sanity returned, I was committed to wearing the panties tomorrow and letting Bob really feel me! I decided that I would quit worrying about rushing things and just “go with the flow.” The only question was of exactly what to do first.