My Tiny Bikini

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Last fall my husband, Tom, got the idea that we’d take a vacation at a clothing-optional resort in Jamaica. I was reluctant, but I knew he really wanted to do it, so I agreed. I told him there was no way I was going to be prancing around naked. Of course, I knew he’d enjoy the scenery!I was sure the one-piece suits I wore at home would stand out like a sore thumb. I went out and bought a couple of reasonably conservative bikinis.So we went and had a good time. For sure, it was a different and exciting experience. The resort was beautiful and the food was good. Almost all the men and about half of the women were nude. There were all shapes, sizes, and ages of people…some hot bodies…some not so hot… but all apparently comfortable being naked.After a couple of days, I got comfortable enough that I esat escort bayan went topless on the beach. Tom commented, and I had to agree, that my body, my boobs at least, looked good. I must admit I enjoyed the freedom and didn’t mind the admiring glances I received. On the next-to-last day, Tom tried to persuade me to go entirely nude. “Come on, Cara, you’ll probably never get this chance again. And I want to see all these studs admiring my wife’s firm ass.” I told him topless was as far as I’d go. So Tom had a suggestion: he’d noticed that the boutique had some very skimpy bikinis in the window. So he said, ”If I get you a new bikini, will you agree to wear it?” To please him, I agreed.Well, skimpy hardly tells the tale. The top was just two thin patches that Escort etimesgut barely covered my nipples. The bottom: just a pencil-thin string between my legs and a little triangle in front. Instead of covering my most private parts, the string just emphasized them. When I put it on I felt more exposed than if I had been totally nude. But I wore it to the beach…under my coverup.At first, I just stayed on our towel but then I got brave and walked on the beach with him. I even walked back to our room without putting on my coverup. I was displaying my most intimate parts for the sexual pleasure of strangers…and I loved it!So, that was our vacation. It was great and, I must say, reinvigorated our sex play for a month or so. Here’s what happened next. Tom is etlik escort a member of a poker group…four other guys, all from the neighborhood, all married, all in their late forties or fifties. They meet once a month, rotating from home to home. Beer and sandwiches are served…usually by the host’s wife.When it was Tom’s next turn to host the poker group, he told me he wanted to give the boys a treat…”I want you to dress sexy for them.”“What do you mean?” I asked. “Well, your short skirt and heels. Show them your lovely, long legs.”“Well, that’s ok…that’s what I always wear.”“No, I mean that’s all…tight top and no leggings.”“My God, Tom, what’s gotten into you?”“I’ve just been thinking…all of the other wives are kinda dumpy. Some of the guys have told me how lucky I am that you’ve kept your figure. And they’re right. I’m very proud of how you look so I just think we should spread the wealth. You can wear a sexy bra and pretty panties if you want.”“I don’t know, Tom. I like those guys…I don’t want them thinking I’m a slut. That skirt is really short…I won’t be able to sit or bend over.”

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