On our first vacation to Bali my 32 yo wife took her top off. Great tits, 36C, firm. I had only mentioned others were topless. By the end of the day she had her tank suit rolled down to nothing. My dick was up and down all day. i asked her to make a beer run to the beach shack about 110 mts up the beach. She said O.K. and reached for a cover-up, I said you don't need one for that distance, she agreed. When she got back she described the bar and the mostly, all male, aussies inside. She mentioned they were young and hot. i asked for more details, she said only one more - a couple of aussies spoke of her nice rack and one made chest to chest contact while talking. She said she was not backing down and hoped he enjoyed himself. She made 2 more beer runs that day and each took a little longer. She said nothing went on. I made her walk across the road and into the cabin topless. Banged her royally then. About 23:00 I walked around the property and ran into a little brown hooker. having no self control you know what happened by the pool.
Next day we went shopping and bought her two see-though blouses and what she described as the shortest skirt she ever owned. Beach the rest of the day with my beer running spouse. For our night out in town she wore the blouse and skirt. You could see her whole rack! She said she felt naked and I said - lose the panties. Around midnight we were wasted and she was forgetting to keep her legs together so a little sex show was going on. Then she says, those guys feel me up every time I get beer. Being concerned, I ask does that bother you? She says no, i enjoy fooling with them, just wanted to tell you. I ask any more, she adds, a couple put hands in her pants, but only fingers and maybe a boob kiss. I'm rock hard now, even after drinking, and wonder if I should mention the hooker. OF COURSE NOT, I'm drunk, not stupid.
Three more beach days, I bought her a thong, she loved it and I'm sure the Aussies did too. She says the guys at the beach shack pretty much changed every day so the fun doesn't get too far out of line. When she is walkin back with the beer, hips swaying, tits bouncing, I realize I'm the luckiet guy in the world!
Next day we went shopping and bought her two see-though blouses and what she described as the shortest skirt she ever owned. Beach the rest of the day with my beer running spouse. For our night out in town she wore the blouse and skirt. You could see her whole rack! She said she felt naked and I said - lose the panties. Around midnight we were wasted and she was forgetting to keep her legs together so a little sex show was going on. Then she says, those guys feel me up every time I get beer. Being concerned, I ask does that bother you? She says no, i enjoy fooling with them, just wanted to tell you. I ask any more, she adds, a couple put hands in her pants, but only fingers and maybe a boob kiss. I'm rock hard now, even after drinking, and wonder if I should mention the hooker. OF COURSE NOT, I'm drunk, not stupid.
Three more beach days, I bought her a thong, she loved it and I'm sure the Aussies did too. She says the guys at the beach shack pretty much changed every day so the fun doesn't get too far out of line. When she is walkin back with the beer, hips swaying, tits bouncing, I realize I'm the luckiet guy in the world!
