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.