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“What do you think of Ted and Alice?” Stephanie queried as we were changing into swimsuits in our room.
“Not bad,” I answered, putting my arm around my wife as she was putting on her swimsuit top and pulling her to me, my hand filling itself with her naked breast. “Nice butt, eh?”
“As if you didn’t notice her tits.”
“I didn’t say that,” I laughed, tweaking her nipple before she pushed me away and fitted her top over her bare breasts. “They’re almost as nice as yours.” Alice’s form-fitting shirt had nicely accentuated the mounds of her chest, and with her perky nipples in the cold at the top, I would have needed to be blind to have not noticed them.
“You always say that,” she laughed in response.
“It’s true,” I answered, “why do you think I’ve stayed happily married to you for so long?”
~
“Hey guys, over here!” Alice greeted as we stepped up to them by the pool. Ted was in the water at the moment, Alice lying on a lounge chair between 3 vacant ones with towels and beach bags “saving” the others. “There were four chairs open, so we snagged them.”
Wither her lounger tilted and lying face up on the lounge as she was, Alice’s bikini appeared skimpier than Stephanie’s. I didn’t at first realize it was a thong until moments later when Steph and Alice both rose and moved to the water. I wasn’t just because she was lying face up that I hadn’t noticed it was a thong, but also because her top was also smaller than Stephanie ever wore. Much of her breasts were exposed, the visible hard buttons of her nipples showing it was thin and unlined. Although I’d tried for years to get Stephanie to wear a thong bikini, she’d always said those were for “younger girls,” and I wondered what she would say later, in private, about Alice’s. As it was, I got to discretely examine, from behind my sunglasses, the barely encased breasts and then the naked bottom that I’d previously enjoyed following down the mountain all morning.
Watching Alice and Stephanie walk away from me toward the pool, I couldn’t help but compare my wife and our new friend. They were both about the same age, both about the same height, and both about the same weight. I was pretty sure they could swap clothes and they would fit perfectly. The only difference was that Alice’s bottom was completely naked, and Stephanie’s was only slightly hidden by a half-coverage bikini bottom. Stephanie’s boobs had a much larger bikini top covering them than did Alice’s thin (and skimpy) top. It seemed pretty obvious that Alice didn’t mind showing off her body. I rose and joined them in the pool moments later, as much to hide my growing erection as to cool off.
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“You liked her naked bottom, didn’t you?” Stephanie asked later when we were in the shower together getting ready for dinner.
“You know I did. When are you going to wear a thong for me?” For perhaps the first time ever she didn’t respond with the “in your dreams” that she had so many times in the past. “Did you notice her tan lines?” I asked, slipping an arm around my wife, and pulling her back against me, my hand once again fondling her breast. I’d already read the signs — my succulent wife was also horny, and although we were ostensibly getting ready to go out to dinner with our new friends — I knew we were going to have a sexual interlude first.
“No, should I have?”
“It was kind of hard to,” I answered, “as she didn’t have any. At least not any that I could detect.”
“Hmm. You know, now that you mentioned it, I didn’t see one on Ted either.”
“What would you have seen on Ted?” I queried, her hand coming behind her bottom to grip and stroke my cock.
“Just the normal. The waistline of his swim trunks moved, perhaps on the back of his thighs or the top of his butt. But I didn’t see anything.” I hadn’t been ogling Ted, although I knew she had been, but realized even that little bit of subconscious observation I had to agree upon.
“They must spend a lot of time in the sun, although they weren’t overly brown like so many sun worshipers are.”
“Yeah. Do you suppose he’d be a good fuck?” she teased, now openly stroking my cock to erection.
“I don’t know about him, but I’ll bet she would be.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she teased right back. “How would you take her?”
“Probably from behind, in the shower,” I answered, pushing Steph’s upper body toward the wall, “so I could play with those hard little nipples she was showing.” Steph willingly leaned forward, guiding my cock to her pussy from behind, my fingers dropping from her nipples to her sex to tantalize us both at the same time.
“Oh my God you feel so good,” she whispered, leaning into the wall, and pushing her bottom back against me.
“Umm, you do too. So, tell me, how would you do him?” I asked, falling back into our normal teasing about what it would be like with someone else — even though it was something we’d never actually done.
“Cowgirl of course. He’d want to play with my nipples, just like you do.” A slight pause and I knew this time she was referring to me: “Oh baby — you feel so good! Can you make me cum at the same time as you?” With my hand stroking her clit and pussy, with the angle taking some of the pressure off my cock, I knew I’d be able to control our orgasms to cum virtually together. I was right — a few moments later I began throbbing inside her, the shudders of her body confirming her orgasm starting just before I did. Panting, I stopped my thrusting, my cock hard and gradually shrinking inside her until we moved, and I fell out.
Moving back, I watched as she washed my cum from her pussy and finished her shower before I swapped places with her and washed my cock again. She giggled. “Do you suppose they just did it talking about doing it with us?”
“They might have,” I answered, reaching for the towel that she pulled from the rack and handed to me, “but we’ll probably never know.”
“I think for my next bikini I’m going to get a thong just for you.”
I groaned to her tease and reached for her again, but she pushed me away.
~
Dinner was uneventful, just getting to know our new friends a little better, searching for the bottom of one, and then later a second, bottle of wine. I explained our newly acquired homelessness and the desire to find a place away from the rat race, our only constraint being that, with my occasional need to travel, it would be better if I was somewhat close to an airport. They mentioned that they lived in a private gated community but didn’t disclose much about their life without seeming to have hidden anything. We reiterated that we could move anywhere; in the city, in the country, in a private gated community, or to an upscale condominium — money was of no concern.
Getting ready to part ways after dinner Stephanie asked if they had anything planned for the following day. They said they didn’t, probably just some beach time, but when we said we were going to drive to Hana along the famous coast road, and asked if they’d care to join us, they readily agreed that they would love to do that and put off going to the beach until another day.