The original post: /r/eroticliterature by /u/BigandLow40 on 2024-09-20 03:17:19.
Fantasies. Some people are more open with them than others, but it’s impossible to just NOT have them, right? Like my wife for example. We’ve been married 12 years and she pretty much maintains that she doesn’t really have any. I have them. I’ve shared them a few select times, and I’m glad I did. Especially on our most recent vacation together…
You see, through years of pillow talk, my wife became pretty aware of one particular fantasy I have. The one that really gets me going. The one where, in one way or another, she shows herself off, her beauty, her sexiness, to other men. The seed for this fantasy was planted on our honeymoon, when a man sitting next to us on the beach could not keep his hands out of his pants while looking at my wife in what she didn’t realize was a see-through bikini. My sexual fantasies haven’t been the same since that day, but that’s another story for another time…
We arrived at our resort for what promised to be a relaxing five day, four night trip. The first two nights were all about relaxation, and we made sure to take full of advantage. We relaxed. Ate great food. Had great sex. Laughed a lot. It was shaping up to be the perfect trip. I honestly had no expectations whatsoever of fulfilling any fantasies. I was just enjoying being with my wife. It was so great.
Then on the third day, something happened that sparked a little unexpected excitement. As we were getting ready to go lounge by the pool she asked…
“Which bathing suit should I wear today?”
“How About the one I got you…?” I jokingly said…
She smiled…”you’re nuts, I can’t wear that to the main pool…”
A few weeks before our trip, in my excitement, I bought her a black suit that was incredibly sexy, and slightly sheer when wet. Knowing we had our own swim out room, I figured she could wear it when we went for a private swim.
“How about I wear MY new one?”
To my delight, this suit was equally, if not MORE sexy! It was a black one piece that hugged every part of her amazing body, but also had a very low neck line with a gold zipper in the front that showed off her amazing chest. To me, my wife is pretty much the perfect woman in all aspects, and that includes her appearance. She is 5’1” with black hair, smooth fair skin and the most amazing hazel eyes your ever seen. She is blessed with perfect curves, and frankly, her tits are phenomenal. They are the most perfectly shaped 32 DD tits you’ve ever seen, and in this suit - they are just enough on display to make most men turn their heads. For the first few days, I’d enjoyed seeing her be oblivious to each time she would get an admiring glance from a male guest at the resort. As I mentioned before, that is a major turn on for me.
After a morning of lounging by the pool and swimming, we had gone to the restrooms together, which were situated next to the bar behind the main pool. I finished first and I stood at the bar waiting for my wife, and ordered us two drinks out of coconuts. As I was waiting, a guy came up to the bar from the pool and ordered two drinks. We both stood there waiting for a moment when my wife came out of the restroom and walked over to me. She stood in between me and the other man. To say that she looked beautiful would be a gross understatement. She looked ridiculous. She was radiant and sexy. So much so, that as she stood there and said “did you order us some drinks?”, she was completely oblivious to the fact that this mans eyes were popping out of his head. He was immediately taken by her beauty. Not the kind of simple head turn that occurs when you walk past someone that you find attractive. This was the kind of stare that is brought on by lust. Immediate lust. This guy was rendered “silly” by the sight of my gorgeous wife.
I stood there looking past her and watched him noticing her. She was making small talk with the bartender, and he looked at me as if to say, “oh my god dude your wife is fucking gorgeous.” I smiled and nodded as if to say “yeah, I know” as we grabbed our coconuts and walked back to our chairs.
“You totally missed all of that” I said.
“Missed what?” She asked.
“That guy just now at the bar, he was fawning all over you.”
“What? No way,” she said with a twinge of embarrassment…”you’re crazy.”
“No I’m not!” I answered. “He gave the cartoon dog face. He was drooling. He was looking right at your chest in amazement.”
As we got to our chairs she wanted me to point him out. At that moment he was walking his two drinks back all the way to the other side of the pool area, almost completely out of sight of us. “There” I said. “That guy right there…”
“That guy?” She asked. “The tall one with the salt and pepper hair?”
“Yup.”
“Oh, Hank” she jokingly named him on the spot. A common practice for us by the pool on vacation. A little game we often play.
She could just make out that he was handing a drink to his wife, who appeared to be a pretty plain looking blonde with a very unimpressive look.
“Not bad.” She joked. “Good body actually. Nice hair. His wife looks miserable. No wonder he was looking…”
We both had a laugh about it, but didn’t see him much of the rest of that day.
I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t been totally turned on by that look she got, or that I hadn’t hoped that somehow I could witness one or two more moments just like that, for the simple excitement it brought me. As It turns out, I was about to get very lucky.
Later that night we showered and got dressed for dinner and the resort’s evening entertainment that always took place in the theater at the center of the resort. My wife dressed in a tight, black dress that once again showed off her body to perfection. Her hair, makeup, heels and perfume were all perfection. There was a playfulness about her as she really settled into vacation mode. We spent dinner talking about life, our kids, how we were sad that we only had two nights left, etc…and we took a nice post dinner stroll around the resort grounds before heading to the show at the theater. Just as we were walking back from the beach area, the skies unexpectedly opened up and it started to pour! We laughed and she screamed as we ran quickly to the theater, but not before getting totally soaked. We ran to seats right toward the back of the theater that we’re still covered by the ceiling and sat to dry off. In that moment, as I looked at my wife I could not believe how outright sexy she looked. Her hair was wet and so was her dress, but she had never looked more happy, more sexy or more appealing than she did in that moment. I took it in for a moment, and then offered to walk to the bar and get us some drinks.
When I returned from the bar with our drinks, she was still trying to dry off as she said with a smile, “hey is that Hank over there?”
It took me a while to remember her pet name For her admirer from earlier. “Where?” I asked.
“Over there. Two seats down. The guy in the blue shirt who’s wife is sleeping in the seat next to him.”
I looked over, and sure enough it was Hank. His wife no doubt was exhausted from drinking in the sun all day, but Hank was certainly not. At these resort shows, at least half of the people fall asleep because of the corny show and comfy seat.
“That’s him.” I said. “No doubt.”
“Well, he definitely took notice of me again. He’s been looking over here the whole time You were gone. I think you’re right. I think he does like me” she said with a giggle.
I couldn’t help but look over again. He was once again locked into her. Looking on with total horny admiration. I mean, I certainly couldn’t blame him. He seemed thrilled that we just happened to sit a few seats away from him. It was as if he spent the rest of the day looking for her.
I took the opportunity to be honest with her. “This is exactly what I’ve always talked about!” I said.
“What do you mean?” She asked…
“This is what turns me on so much! Here we are, a bunch of couples at this resort and that guy is literally sitting next to his WIFE, but cannot take his eyes off of you.”
“Well can you blame him?” She joked with a devilish giggle.
That comment alone drove me nuts!! The confidence! That awareness of how sexy she is!! That confidence, coupled with the validation of all of my theories of what she does to other men was absolutely invigorating. So much so that it drove me to utter the words…
“You should mess with him…”
“What do you mean?” She asked with a chuckle?
“You should mess with him. Lean forward and keep looking back at him. Then when he looks at you make eye contact and smile.”
She looked at me with a sort of suspicious look, but then in a moment her eyes seemed to say, “challenge accepted.” She instantly repositioned herself in the chair so that she was more visible while simultaneously pulling the front of her dress down so that her amazing tits were incredibly distracting. Her hair, still slightly wet from the rain, looked so sexy. She fixed her gaze in his direction and held it there.
“Is he looking?”
“Oh yeah.” She confirmed. “Little quick looks. He keeps making sure his wife is still asleep. He’s checking to see if I’m still looking at him…I think he’s nervous…”
I never took my eyes off of her. I was mesmerized at how sexy she looked while being playful like this. I just watched her watching him. It was incredible.
Just then, while looking in his direction, she gave…
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