My wife and I recently went on a Caribbean cruise, I was out of town on business for a few days prior to our sail date; this left her with the job of packing both of our clothes and swim attire. When we got on the boat and unpacked all our crap, I discovered an odd surprise from my normally semi-shy wife. Despite all my years of telling her how beautiful and sexy she is, of which she ignores, she remains conservative and modest with how she dresses. Loose fitting blouses, swimwear is always a one piece that hides most of her charms, this trip is different.
If you have ever gone on a cruise, you know that it can be difficult to get the best loungers and locations for sun worshipping on sea days; you must get up early in the morning and stake claim to your on-deck real-estate. This trip was no different, as soon as the sunlight began shining through our balcony door, we jumped out of bed to put on our suits and head for the spot we scouted out the afternoon before.
I normally wear Bermuda Shorts type swimwear; my wife had packed a white Speedo for me, like the competitive swimmers race in. I am not shy about my body, but I was a little concerned that this thing would be revealing everything I have to anyone who takes the time to look. Setting my concerns aside, I went ahead and put it on. I was correct in thinking it might be a little revealing; I must admit the tight material felt good, but it left nothing to the imagination, you could see the exact size and shape of my flaccid penis. And, if it got wet, I was quite sure it would be translucent.
Carly stepped out of the bathroom wearing a new, white string bikini. Very tiny. Her nipples were almost visible through the thin material, the bottom was a high-waist thong with ties at the hip; it framed her vagina beautifully with the thin material, leaving nothing to the imagination. I was reasonably sure it would be as transparent as my suit if it got wet enough. She made a slow turn to let me take a good long look, which gave me a semi-erection. The thin material of my Speedo revealed my swollen head and veins on my shaft. She simply put suntan lotion on, put on her light cover-up, and headed for the door.
We found a great spot in a little nook on the deck that overlooked the main pool that would not have a lot of foot traffic passing by; it only had four loungers, two with your back to the pool, and two with your back to the sea. We picked the view of the sea. Once we had settled in, Carly stood there and made an exaggerated show of applying the suntan lotion to her legs, arms, and chest. By the time she was done, I was partially erect. Pushing the small Speedo I was wearing to its limits of concealing my penis from the casual observer. The look of satisfaction on her face told me everything I needed to know about her motive for buying our new swimwear.
We had been there for about ten minutes when I noticed a blonde lady walking towards our area; most likely in her mid-thirties, wearing a white lace swimwear cover-up over a blue bikini top that was struggling to contain her nicely shaped, hefty breasts. The bottoms were a matching blue, small skirt. I couldn’t quite figure out why she was wearing a skirt instead of a bikini bottom, but the combination did look very good on her. Being the visual male that I am, I thoroughly checked her out and was sufficiently impressed.
She nodded and smiled at us when she picked the two loungers directly across from ours and began to set up her spot. I was making a conscious effort not to stare at her until Carly discreetly got my attention and re-directed my attention back to the woman arranging her towel with her back to us; she was straddling the foot of the lounger, bent at the waist. The hem of the skirt did not cover her bare ass; with her feet separated as they were, we could clearly see her labia between the thighs, I almost choked, my semi-hard penis was responding quickly. Carly stifled a laugh and went back to watching the show.
After what seemed like an unnecessary amount of time getting the towel perfectly spread out, she turned around, looked me right in the eye and gave me a mischievous grin. She took a second to let her eyes trail down my chest, abbs and stop at my now fully erect cock, with the swollen head peeking out of the top of the way too small Speedo. With a noticeable look of satisfaction, she turned her attention to Carly, making eye contact for a long moment. They traded smiles, one asking for approval for their actions, the other giving it. The two women had forgotten me completely while they were having this unspoken, non-verbal conversation.
Our new friend took her time lowering herself to the lounge, let her eyes wander across Carly’s breasts, abs and tiny white bikini bottom. In my peripheral vision, I caught the slow movement of Carly’s legs spreading slightly wider. Suddenly, I realized that my wife was allowing another woman, a stranger, to check out her body. In public. In an overtly sexual manner.
Carly has told me about her fantasizing bi-sexually, but she has never acted on them in public so directly. Once, I had the good fortune of catching her masturbating with the neighbor lady in the moonlight on the back deck of our home; they were separated by the distance of sixty yards while sharing a moment of self-pleasure. I have never told Carly that I watched her that night. I felt it was better to allow her the privacy of the shared intimacy with the other woman.