She bares it all, walking out onto the beach without an ounce of shame. I see the heads turn and they can’t look away.
When I booked this vacation I had no idea it was a nudist resort. It was too much for me but for my wife? It was perfect.
She likes to show off her body. She likes it when men flirt. She likes to tease them and now, watching her like this, I’m pretty sure she’s looking for more.
Those three men can’t keep their eyes of her. Their bodies are so much better than mine, bigger in every possible way. They want my wife and I know it. I think she wants them too.
Because she isn’t stopping them. She isn’t pulling back anymore. Whatever reservation she once had, it’s long gone.
My wife is going to give in to them. My wife is going to give them what they crave. She’s going to give them everything.
And I’m just going to watch.
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Right there, right in front of my eyes, I watched all three of those men just walk purposefully out into the water. It wasn’t like the ocean in front of me was empty, but all three somehow coincidentally wound up in the same area as my wife. Floating there just out of reach of me, so that all I could do was watch.
Watch as she smiled. Watch as they drew closer and she slipped away. Nothing obvious, except for the obvious teasing. She’d let them come almost within arms reach and then dip under the water, popping back up just out of the group and making them turn to make their intentions clear.
I could see her laughing, could see them talking to her and grinning. Whatever was happening it was clear to me that none of it was over the line for her and I’d been reminded far too many times of my place in the world and hers to get up and go there.
Besides, while I could wrap my head around getting in the water and getting a reprieve from the blistering heat of the sun I couldn’t stand the thought of getting out again.
Somehow impossibly my cock was harder. It was harder than it had ever been before, but still laughably small in comparison to them.
If my swim trunks got wet they’d cling to me and outline every inch of me. There would be no hiding, however crappy of a job I was doing of it now. There would be no way to deny the ultimate truth.
That I wanted this just as much as her.
The men were getting closer. Like hunters stalking prey, they had learned the art of surrounding her. Emily was noticing too, but there was no panic in her as she closed in and I stared with open eyes the moment she made first contact.
I think his name was Jack. He was the one who spoke to us when they first approached. He was the one she pressed up against with one hand, her other hidden beneath the water.
The two others, Ricky and Ed, circled around from behind and closed in but they kept their distance and let the Alpha call the shots. I watched with rapt anticipation, cursing the fact that I could read lips as Emily and Jack held a hushed and close conference.
He was a big man, dark hair cropped short and a scraggle of a beard on his face that made me guess he’d been here for a little less than a week and hadn’t shaved once in that time. Handsome in a way that made him look like a model, at my best I could have taken him and intimidated him and laid my claim on her but now, even though he was smaller than I used to be, I knew I’d stand no chance one on one.
Not to mention the other two, Ricky and Ed, one of whom was disconcertingly wiry. I’d seen guys like him throw the first shot in a fight and the second, third, and fourth always came so fast that their opponent would be on their back foot before they even realized it. The other was big, a beast of a man with broad shoulders and a build that said that you could take a sledgehammer to his core and he wouldn’t move an inch.
Combined, all three would never be intimidated by the likes of me.
I half expected them to take her in the water. Half-anticipated that she’d have them all right there in front of everyone. I don’t know why, or rather I do but it wasn’t fair to her.
The truth was Emily was a flirt, but it had only ever gone that far. The truth was from the moment she said ‘I do’ she’d always been true to those words, and though she’d push the line she’d never once crossed it. I knew that, somehow instinctively, knew that I could trust that when she slipped off to the dance floor of a crowded club she’d always come back and find me, flushed but honest.
But somehow I knew at the same time that this time was different. I knew that I’d failed once not stripping out of my bathing suit. And given the way she glanced over at me while Jack was pressed up against her I knew that my second and third failures had just occurred: not joining her in the water and not stopping them.
I held my breath as I watched Emily break away from them, striding up out of the water glistening like a goddess, standing above all the rest as she walked up to me and gathered up her towel.
“Let’s go to the room,” she said, and if I wasn’t mistaken her voice was a little husky.