This is Part 5 of a story of a wife who thought she was happy and a husband who thought he wasn’t. A husband who learned that what he said to his wife may not be the same as she heard. Hopefully, it may help some husbands to appreciate what they have and some wives to be better women.
SUNDAY
I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes hearing people talking. I looked around and saw Sean wearing a towel around his waist letting a room service waiter bring in a rolling table. I was laying there on my back with no clothes and no covers. When I heard the door close, I opened my eyes and looked at Sean and the waiter. I stretched and said, “I guess this means it’s time to get up.”
Sean said, “Since you are awake, can you finish with room service while I get a shower?”
After Sean went into the bathroom, the waiter seemed to relax a little but still had his eyes focused on my nudity. I walked over to the waiter and asked if that was coffee I smelled.
He stammered, “Yes mam, would you care for a cup?”
I said, “Please” and went over in front of the window and leaned on the sill.
He brought the coffee to me and asked if I wanted him to set up breakfast to which I said yes.
While he was setting up the table, I kept talking to him so he would have to look at me. I glanced at his trousers and saw a bulge so I knew I was having the desired effect on him. I went over and sat on one of the armchairs and draped my left leg over the arm of the chair so he had a full few my again very wet pussy.
When he was finally done setting up the table and walked over to me and asked if there was anything else he could do. I looked directly at his bulge and said, “It looks like you might have gotten something on your trousers.” I reached out and rubbed his bulge and said. “No, I guess it was just the way the light was hitting your trousers. Let me get you a tip.”
Sean’s wallet was on the nightstand, so I went over and bent at the waist to pick the wallet up so the waiter good had a good view of my pussy from the rear. When I turned around, his eyes were glued on my pussy. I walked over and gave him the tip and said, “Thanks, appreciate your taking care of us.”
Without another word, he turned and walked out the door as I heard Sean say, “Did you enjoy that?”
I said, “Immensely and I am afraid probably too much.”
After eating, Sean said, “Are you ready for a clothing optional beach.”
I said, “That sounds like a fun idea. Is there one nearby?”
He said, “Haulover beach is south about 20 miles toward Miami, so let’s get ready and go.”
As I was looking at the two bathing suits we bought, Sean gave me a shopping bag from the swimwear shop we were at yesterday. He said, “I bought this while you were changing yesterday and that’s all you need for the day.”
I opened the bag and pulled out an open knit stripe tunic cover up. I put it on and it certainly looked good. It was a fringed crop poncho with white alternating stripes of open white and silver knit crochet. It was a true poncho with a V-neck and a V-shaped hem that went about to my knees and the top of the V almost to my waist. It was a white/silver open crochet and though not transparent, it did not take looking at it much to see that I had nothing on underneath. When I lifted my arms up both side of my body were entirely exposed.
Sean put on shorts and a tee-shirt and we headed to the car. When we met people in the elevator, hallway and street, I just acted as if I were modestly dressed all the while enjoying the attention and looks. On the way to the beach, we stopped for gas at a truck stop. Sean got out of the car to pump gas and asked me to go inside and get some bottled water.
I went inside and although it was not very crowded, I did get quite a bit of attention. As at the hotel, I just acted as if I were modestly dressed. It was more exciting at this point to act like I didn’t know people could see all of me rather than overtly flash. I could feel my nipples getting harder and my pussy started to get moist. When I reached out to open the cooler door, I could feel the side of my right breast and my body become exposed. I reached into the cooler with my left hand, I noticed an older gentleman looking at my body. When I got to the cashier, he came up behind me and said, “I have always enjoyed seeing a woman who enjoys being a woman and you sure look like you do. Let me pay for your drinks and wish you a great day.”
Sean was waiting in the car when I came outside. As I sat down, he asked me how it went. I put my arms around him and kissed him. I said, “I am really enjoying the new me.”
Arriving at Haulover Beach, we parked in the public lot and got our stuff, which wasn’t much. Sean had a small knit backpack in which we put his wallet, my ID, our phones, suntan lotion and beach towels. As soon as we passed the clothing optional sign, we took off our clothes. As we walked on the beach looking for a good spot, I was amazed at all the naked people. There were singles and couples of all ages, shapes and sizes. Obvious regulars with deep all over tans, people with sharp tan lines and people like Sean and me who were pretty pale I did not notice anyone as well-endowed as Sean but did notice that we got quite a few stares. As we walked on the beach, it felt wonderful to be naked in the sun and open air. It was an amazing feeling of freedom, but not the same degree of arousing as when I was exposed in a place in which being exposed was unexpected. I will admit that I did enjoy the attention we were getting. We found a good spot and laid out our towels.
We sat in the sun for a while and Sean asked if I get tan or pink from the sun. I said that I tan pretty easily and he said he goes from white to red to white with little tan in between so aid we should probably get some suntan lotion on, especially the spots that don’t usually see the sun.
I started to put lotion on and Sean said, “Lay back and I will put lotion on you and then you can do me. It is more enjoyable that way.”
I laid back and closed my eyes. Sean started at my face gently applying lotion. As he worked his way down my neck to my shoulders, that old feeling of arousal at the touch of his magic fingers started. His hands moved to my breasts and the feel of his palms on my nipples felt wonderful. He massaged his way down my stomach and slide his hands down my hips to apply lotion first to one and then the other leg. Finally, he applied lotion to my stomach and pussy. By that time, I was so wet I could not tell the difference between the lotion and my arousal. As I started to hump his hand, Sean said, “We better switch before we attract too much more attention.”
He laid down and I sat up to put lotion on him. When I did, I noticed what he was talking about. After I had closed my eyes, two middle aged couples (regulars by their tans) had set their lounge chairs near us and a group of young people (two girls and four guys) had laid their towels about 6 feet from the bottom of our towels and it was apparent that they were watching us. I suppose that most people that go to nude beaches have a combination of exhibitionist and voyeur in them. I am sure that the older men have seen plenty of nude women on the beach but both their cocks seemed to be a little fuller. The young people were laying on their stomachs facing us. I noted that all of them except two of the guys were nude.
I started the same way that Sean did. After applying lotion to his face, I worked my way down his body, reveling in his hard body and developed muscles. When I got to his waist, I changed positions kneeling near his feet. When I leaned forward, I knew I was giving the watchers at our feet a great view of my wet and aroused pussy. I spread his legs so that is cock was laying across his balls and the towel. When I got to his thighs, I took his cock and moved it so it was laying across his thigh toward to older couples. When I looked, the girls’ eyes were focused on Sean’s cock. I moved up next to his waist and knelt down. I put lotion on my hands and started to apply lotion to his balls and then his cock by stoking its length. After just a few stokes, he was fully hard. I took my hands away and his cock leaned slightly toward his chest. As I applied more lotion to my hands, I looked at the young people and saw that they too were focused on Sean. One of the girls was visibly breathing heavily and had her hand under her body. I applied lotion one more time and, although I wanted to have him, I stopped and laid on my side next to him marveling at his beauty and masculinity and envying Shannon for being his wife.
I heard one of the girls whisper, “I would too if I were married to him.”
I was laying there on my side supporting my head with my right hand, my left knee bent and my foot behind my right knee and realized that as I had been thinking of Sean my left hand had drifted to my pussy. I was slowly running a finger between my inner labia. I looked directly at the girl who had whispered and winked. I rolled on my back, spread my legs and enjoyed the sun shining on my pussy. I could feel my arousal flowing out of me and wetting the towel beneath me.
After about 20 minutes, Sean suggested we should turn over. After I rolled onto my stomach, Sean straddled my legs and started to rub suntan lotion on my back and ass. He used long smooth stokes that, as usual, felt wonderful. He moved to between my feet and spread my legs. He turned me on even more by almost but not quite touching any part of my vagina. He stopped way too soon and said, “It is my turn.”
He rolled onto his stomach and I put lotion on the back of his body. Since his magnificent cock was underneath him there was not much I could do to expose him. I did expose myself more by almost being on all fours with my legs spread as I put the lotion on him.