Vacation Fantasy

Even before we were married, I used to fantasize about my sexy bride, Sandy, exposing herself to strangers. She is so beautiful, tall, with that dirty blond hair and angelic figure. Her long legs, perfectly shaped, rise and swell gradually to support a nicely rounded ass and trim waistline. Her full but not oversized bustline draws men's eyes like a magnet.

Sandy goes along with my voyeuristic fantasy a little bit, and sometimes wears wickedly short skirts or clingy tops with no bra underneath. These occasions, which are few and far between, have become an incredible turn on for me. Sandy knows it and sometimes asks me to buy her something or do her a special favor and then I get to watch my wife flash various strangers in return.

Our favorite vacation spot is a resort in the Bahamas. No one knows us there and Sandy can indulge my fantasies without the fear of diminishing her reputation. The huge resort has a beautiful beach several swimming pools, and a large casino. Our daily routine consists of a big buffet breakfast then heading down to the beach where Sandy will sunbathe topless. I get quite a thrill when someone walks by our spot on the beach and sees my beautiful wife Sandy lying there with her top off. It is especially stimulating for me when someone takes up a lounge chair nearby and stares at my topless wife. I have a hard on practically the entire time we spend on the beach.

In the evenings Sandy dresses in a sexy outfit and we hit the casino. My wife is a real hit at the craps table and not just because she's a lucky roller. All the bending over the table to place bets and pick up winnings puts on quite a show. This is a real turn on for the both of us, but for me particularly. Sandy won't admit it, but I think she enjoys the attention too. It really gets her hot and she likes me to give her oral sex afterward.

I'm always depressed when its time to head home. My wife returns to her conservative behavior. She still looks great, but I miss the excitement of her flashing, flirting, and being the naughty wife. Within a month or so, I'm planning the next trip.

Back at home, Sandy works selling real estate for a local agency. She always dresses prim and proper and is very professional and businesslike. She has never spoken of the fooling around that we do in the Bahamas to anyone. Even though, I would like her to continue my voyeuristic fantasy back at home, my wife won't hear of it.

One day Sandy came home with a little announcement.

"Guess what John? ... The regional board of realtors had decided to hold their annual convention in the Bahamas this year. And they are having it at "OUR" hotel."

"Wow! That's great honey!" I was righteously excited. "We're going right?"

"Well we can go... but I think we'll have to tone it down a little. I don't think we'll be doing the naughty wife thing this time." Sandy stated flatly.

"Awe, come on" I whined. "It will be fun, to do a little flashing with the other brokers around. It just won't be the same vacation for me without all the fun that goes with it."

"I'll think about it." Sandy replied in an unconvincing monotone.

I knew that the "I'll think about it" answer was just her way of saying no without actually saying it. I struggled, in my mind, to think of a way to get Sandy to change her mind. The realtor convention and getting my sexy wife to go topless on the beach in front of the other brokers was at the forefront of all my thoughts.

After a lot of coaxing, Sandy finally agreed that we could leave for the convention a few days early. That way we could get in a little bit of my fantasy entertainment prior to the arrival of the other realtors. I looked forward, with great anticipation, to our little trip until the day finally arrived. After our first night in the hotel we hit the beach early.

Sandy looked great. She had on a silver string bikini. The two triangles of the top barely covered her large pink nipples. The bottom had just enough fabric to cover her pubic patch. This area required quite a bit of shaving to fit into the skimpy suit. My wife's tits bounced and swayed with every movement. She looked better than a centerfold model. I was enjoying every single second as her and I walked along the beach.

We picked out a spot near a palm tree that was not too crowded but not too secluded either. I set up a couple of lounge chairs for us. I positioned them facing toward the water so we could watch the waves pound on the beach and see the other tourists strolling the shoreline. My wife and I applied our suntan lotions, grabbed our preferred reading material out of the beach bag, and settled in for some serious sunbathing.

After a little while two guys took up a spot about ten or fifteen feet away from us. Sandy gave me a playful smile. She swiveled in her chair so her back was toward me and she was facing the two young men. She reached in back of her head, picked up her hair, and held it all bunched up on top of her head.

"Honey, can you help me untie my top?" Sandy asked, in a voice loud enough that the two guys could hear her clearly.

One of the men looked up quickly and smiled. He elbowed the other guy and whispered something to him. The second guy looked over too. I untied the strings and Sandy removed her top, shook her hair all around sensuously, sat back in the chair and started to apply some lotion on the newly exposed areas. Wow did my wife look hot. The distinct tan line created this small white triangle that really offset and defined her large pink nipples. My cock got rock hard immediately. The two guys had huge grins and repositioned their seating arrangement to get a better view of my wife lying there topless.

My wife glanced over at the guys and gave them a seductive smile. Then she looked over at me and blew me a kiss

"Is this making you happy, John?" she asked cheerfully.

"Of course it is, baby." I replied spontaneously "You look great!"

"Don't forget now," she warned, "On Thursday when the others get here we have to stop this. I'll go topless on the beach and act naughty until then ... but that's it, okay?"

"I am still hoping you will change your mind by then" I confessed.

"You can hope all you want" she said "but you'd be better off to forget about it."

I really enjoyed the rest of the day as a few more men came by and sat somewhat near us. Another couple took up a spot on the beach just a few feet away and the wife removed her top too. She had small firm breasts with puffy nipples. The husband looked over at me and gave me a smile and a wink.

That afternoon we retired to the room around 3:00. I was all hot and bothered. Sandy and I showered together, to remove the sand and lotion, and promptly hopped into bed. My wife sat on top and gently guided my cock into her pussy. She started rocking slowly. It felt great and I blew my load almost instantly. Sandy climbed off me and pulled my head down between her legs. "Eat me." She instructed. I happily obeyed.

That night Sandy dressed in a sexy sundress. The top part had a V shape that extended down between her large tits. The fabric that covered her breasts came up to tie behind her. The back was scooped out real low, almost to her ass, so it was obvious that she didn't have a bra on. The hemline was loose but real short about two-thirds the way up her thigh. The cotton material was very thin and if you looked closely you could barely make out the outline of my wife's skimpy black panties. In the front, a hint of the outline of Sandy's nipples was faintly visible through the material.

Sandy paraded in front of me and did a little twirl.

"John ... how do you like my new outfit?" She asked rhetorically.

My mouth just hung open.

"I thought I would be extra specially naughty for you tonight!" She said as she put her hands on top of her head so I could get a better view.

"This is the kind of outfit you like, right John? A sexy naughty wife outfit." she remarked

She looked terrific. Her firm tits pushed the cotton fabric away from her body. Her breasts were practically falling out of the sides. They were begging for me to reach in for a little feel. My wife's golden tan blended beautifully with the fabric. I was in heaven.

"I love you, Sandy." Was all I could managed to get out of my mouth.

With that we were off to the lobby bar for a couple of drinks before dinner.

Between the drinks and a bottle of wine with the meal Sandy was getting a little tipsy. Her face was flushed. She had discontinued her previous attempts at modesty and did nothing to cover up her sexy bosom as it jiggled and danced with every step. She was boldly flaunting her sexy appearance to everyone in the casino.

We took up a position at the end of one crap table and started betting. I was standing on the end next to the dealer. Sandy was just to my left and two guys were on her left next to the stickman. Sandy was betting the field and winning on nearly every roll. As she leaned over into the center of the table to collect her winnings she was giving us all a nice view of her sexy tits that were almost falling right out of her dress. From behind, you could catch a glimpse of her tiny panties every time she bent over. She was putting on a real show, pausing now and again to give me a seductive smile.

Sandy was too engrossed in the game to notice the two men next to her who were smiling wickedly as they watched her every move. Suddenly she looked over and recognized these two onlookers as people that she knew from back home.

"Hi guys!" Sandy exclaimed, "I didn't expect to see anyone here so soon!"

Sandy turned to me and introduced the pair.

"John, this is Brad and Frank. They must here for the realtors meeting. They own an agency on the other side of town."

"Nice to meet you" Brad said "We decided to come down a little early, do some gambling and take in the sights" He was boldly staring at Sandy's chest.

The other guy, Frank, nodded at me, then just stood there smiling.

We shook hands and continued playing the game. I was a little depressed. All I could think of was that my fun was over. Now that these other realtors were here my wife would be opposed to extending our little voyeuristic fantasy any further. It was over.

Much to my surprise, Sandy never tried to cover up and didn't ask to leave. In fact, she was all bubbly and excited. I figured she was affected by the drinking. She was bouncing around and cheering on every lucky roll of the dice. Brad and Frank were cheering too. Heck, she had the whole damn table going.

Sandy had moved to stand between her two friends. It looked like she was having a great time with them. Every time someone would roll a winning number she would grab one of their arms and pull it into her chest as she jumped up and down with glee. Apparently, she felt no modesty at all as her tits were almost falling right out of her dress.

My wife was giving them quite a show and brushing her breasts against each of them at every opportunity. I attributed her flirtatious behavior to all the drinks that night. I was soaking up the pleasure of this sexy vision and so were her two colleagues.

Every now and again my wife would make serious eye contact and give me a little wink. Sensing her need for approval, I would flash back a very appreciative smile. The trio of realtors appeared to be having a great time joking fooling and flirting. My wife looked fantastically delicious. The guys kept staring down her top and looking at her ass. I was getting really excited. It turned into another wonderful voyeur fantasy night.

We retired to the room around midnight. Sandy and I got naked and climbed into bed.

I was a little put out that some realtors had already arrived and expressed my displeasure to my wife.

"I guess my voyeuristic fantasy days are over." I declared flatly.

"I'm sorry, honey" Sandy started in "I didn't know anyone else was coming early. Are you really disappointed?"

"YES!" I said without hesitating.

Sandy propped herself up on her elbow and reached under the covers. She started slowly stroking my cock and talking in her naughty wife teasing voice.

"Oh poor John, having his naughty wife fantasy ruined." She teased

"I guess I could keep it up just a little bit more ... if that's what you really wanted."

She kept stroking me and didn't wait for my answer.

"I was having fun tonight being your naughty wife. Did you like me showing off my boobies and brushing them up against Brad and Frank? I bet you enjoyed seeing your naughty wife with those men didn't you? Did you see them looking at me and touching me? Does it make you happy seeing your wife flirt with the other brokers?"

"Yes" I panted "You were great tonight honey."

Sandy kept up the naughty teasing voice and started rubbing a little faster.

"Brad and Frank were bad boys tonight too." She confessed

"They were looking inside my top and Brad had his hand under my dress feeling up my ass. You're not mad at me are you, for giving them a tiny peek at my boobies and letting them touch my ass just a little bit?"

"No I'm not mad. This makes me so hot." I assured her. "I want to hear more."

Sandy continued her description of the events that had just passed.

"Brad was the worst one. When I didn't stop him from rubbing my ass the first time, he reached right inside my panties and kept it up. He kept sliding his hand behind the elastic and feeling me. It was so exciting ... him doing that with you right there next to me!"

Sandy could tell from the look on my face that her confession was really turning me on. She slowed down on her rubbing, but still steadily applied the strokes to my cock.

"Yes, I was very, very bad tonight." Sandy continued. "Letting those men, from back home, look at my boobies and reach under my dress. I was really, really naughty and it was fun for me too! They were feeling my ass with my husband right there watching. That's what turned me on so much. It turned me on to let them do it to me, especially with you right beside us!"

Sandy rubbed my cock even faster now.

"Do you want me to keep playing the naughty wife?" She coaxed "Do you want me to take off my top tomorrow in front of Brad and Frank while you're watching me? Do you want them both to get a good look at your naughty wife topless on the beach?"

Sandy really had me excited now. "Yes" I told her "Yes keep playing the naughty wife"

My wife swung on top of me and lovingly guided my cock into her pussy. I instinctively reached up and started to massage her well-proportioned breasts. She started rocking and continued her little teasing voice coaxing me along.

"Okay ... I'll do it if you want." She told me "If you really want me to ... tomorrow on the beach I'll make sure that Brad and Frank can have a good long look at my boobies. I'll be your naughty wife. Tell me now ... is that what you want?"

"Yes! Yes, I want you to do it for me!" I panted.

With that exciting thought in mind I immediately experienced a powerful and joyous climax. I must have cum a pint, I didn't think I was going to stop. I was so excited over this new development, and my wife now willingly playing out this role for me.

Sandy rolled off of me and gently guided my head down to her pussy. "Eat me now" she instructed me "Eat your cum out of me and I'll be your naughty wife."

I gladly complied. I didn't want her to change her mind, besides I was getting good at pleasing Sandy with my mouth. I delicately applied just the right amount of pressure to just the right spots. Before long, my wife's body seemed to stiffen and shiver as I brought her to a writhing orgasm. We dozed off locked in each other's arms.

The next day we were off again to the beach. We located our spot by the now familiar palm tree. We sat down and relaxed. I had positioned our lounge chairs facing the beautiful turquoise waves that splashed on the pink sand beach. It was a sight to make your heart soar, to almost sigh out loud. I love the Bahamas, and I love my beautiful wife who was making my special fantasies come true.

The morning passed quietly. Sandy had her top off and was lying on her stomach reading a novel. I was sitting upright reading a newspaper and soaking in the hazy sunshine.

My wife looked great. I admired the white soles of her tiny feet, and the way her legs were so smoothly sloped, steadily rising to the soft mounds of her rounded ass. The little triangle of her tiny bikini barely covered her butt with thin strings reaching out to her hips ending in a neatly tied bow. Her breasts were tucked under her arms and flattened out against the lounge chair. Her dirty blonde hair hung down on both sides of her face and cascaded under her chin. Her mirrored sunglasses reflected the sunshine. I watched her sumptuous lips move slightly as she read along in her novel. She was truly a vision.

The beauty and silence of the moment was suddenly broken by the appearance of Brad and Frank, casting shade on our faces.

"Well Hello!" They both said together.

"Hi" I answered.

Sandy propped herself up on one elbow and shaded her eyes with her other hand causing one of her tits come into full view. "Oh hi guys!" She said cheerfully.

"Mind if we join you?" Brad asked rhetorically as he pulled up a lounge chair next to Sandy. Frank was right behind him pulling up another.

"It's okay with me if it's okay with Sandy!" I answered.

"Hey wait a minute, John! They can't sit here right now!... I don't have my top on!" Sandy exclaimed, only calling attention to a fact that we were all keenly aware of.

Sandy jumped up abruptly, facing the two men and grabbed her tiny bikini top. She held it up against her chest feigning modesty. Actually, she was revealing a lot more that she was hiding. Heck the top could barely cover her up when it was carefully put into place. It just looked like a handful of string being stretched across her bustline. Her silver dollar sized nipples were in plain view of all three of us. She quickly dropped the idea of using her bikini top and covered up her tits with her arm.

"Oh this is so embarrassing!" She said with kind of a playful ring to her voice.

Sandy bounced around her chair looking around for a piece of clothing to put on. She kept bobbing and looking around giving us all a delicious view of her jiggling tits. Finally, she grabbed my T-shirt from the end of my chair and held my shirt bunched up in front of her chest.

"This is so embarrassing!" Sandy repeated, still holding the shirt but letting it fall a little so a hint of her large pink nipples peeked over the top.

"I'm sure Brad and Frank don't mind." I said laughingly "I'm sure they've seen women topless on the beach before!"

"That's right! We don't mind!" Frank quickly added. "We've seen lots of topless women here on the beach." He had a huge grin.

"We already saw you now anyway!" Brad observed. "Don't cover up on our account."

I sensed that my approval was crucial for Sandy at this stage.

"That's right Sandy." They already saw you anyway. Besides you always go topless on this beach. No one will mind!" I assured her.

Sandy's mood was hard to read through the sunglasses, but she had a playful smile.

"Well I suppose if you all promise to keep this a secret." She said as she lowered the shirt just a little, so slightly more of her bust was exposed.

"We promise." Brad and Frank chided almost in unison.

Sandy sat back in her chair. "You guys are awful!" she joked.

My wife left the shirt bunched up loosely against her chest and picked up her novel. The T-shirt was still hiding part of her bosom. About half of her nipples peaked over the top.

"I'm ready for a Pina Colada." Sandy announced "Who's buying?"

Frank offered to go for drinks and soon returned with a round of extra large creamy rum concoctions with huge pieces of pineapple sticking out. He distributed them and sat down facing Sandy. "Cheers everyone!" He announced as he took a sip from the straw.