“I thought about him grabbing your ass. Touching you,” he whispered.
“Would you have liked that?” I continued.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Me too,” I admitted and came with an intense orgasm.
It affected Mark the same way. He flooded my pussy with squirt after squirt of cum.
I fell off him exhausted beside him. We lay like that for a while.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too,” he responded.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, “because I can do it.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” he said.
We kissed tenderly, both got undressed, and fell asleep naked in each other’s arms.
When I woke up the next morning a Mark was already gone. I started to get dressed to go have coffee. Then I thought about how Karen was dressed the day before. I decided to shower first. I jumped in and let the hot water flow over me. I stepped out of the shower and dried off.
I then grabbed a Tshirt and a pair of string bikini panties. That’s what Karen wore. I guessed that was standard dress. I was showing a lot of belly and ass. I headed to breakfast. I felt nervous and excited. I don’t know why. My bathing suit covered less.
I wasn’t wrong. Karen was in a skimpy thong and tank top. Paul saw me first, gave me a big smile. Mark turned to look and gave me a stunned look. I walked over and kissed him good morning. As I bent over to kiss him I kept my ass facing Paul. I wondered if it showed how wet I was.
Karen was the first to say anything.
“You look hot,” she said. Then to Mark, “doesn’t she?”
We all looked at Mark.
“Very hot,” he responded.
Then Karen reached out and grabbed my ass.
“Firm ass too,” she said.
I just stood there. I wasn’t sure how to react. In reality I was loving being on display and talked about. On the other hand I knew I shouldn’t have been. So in response I didn’t do anything. Karen took this as acquiescence.
She turned me around facing her. My ass to Paul. “Feel it, it’s amazing,” she said.
Feel it? Feel it? She was telling Paul to feel it? And worse, I was just standing there.
I felt his touch. He had big hands. One hand practically covered an ass cheek. The touch sent an electric jolt from his hand to my pussy.
“She does have a great ass,” he said looking at Mark
Mark just watched.
“Thank you,” I said.
Then he put his hands in the band and pulled them below my ass.
I just stood there. My heart stopped beating.
“Yeah, very nice,” he said. “Don’t you agree Mark. You’re a lucky man she’s your wife.”
Mark said nothing.
“Well?” repeated Paul.
At this point I got kinda brave. I wanted to lighten the mood. In a kind of laughing manner, I put my hands on my hips and said to Mark, “Well?”
Mark looked at my face, then at Paul, still with his hands in the band of my panties.
“She’s beautiful,” he said.
I turned to look at Paul. He hadn’t let go. “Are you done?” I asked laughingly.
“I don’t know,” he replied. I’m enjoying looking. It’s kind of a crime to cover you back up, even with those tiny panties. You have such a great ass.”
I was enjoying this too much.
“So you want me to go put on a thong?” I suggested.
“Well. That’s one solution,” he replied.
“And the other?” I asked.
“Why wear them at all?” He suggested.
“Well, Karen’s wearing panties,” I pointed out. I probably shouldn’t have said that, in a second she pushed them off and stepped out of them.
“No I’m not,” Karen laughed. “I usually don’t wear panties at home. Paul won’t allow it. He’d have me go naked but my nipples get cold.”
I looked at Mark. He glanced at Karen, and then back to me.
“Well,” I said, staring straight at Mark, “when in Rome.”
I wiggled my ass. I was feeling bold. “Would you do the honors?” I asked Paul. Not losing eye contact with Mark.
Paul pushed my panties down my thighs, down to my knees and then let them drop to the floor. My newly shaven pussy came into view.
I bent down, my ass facing Paul, picked them up, and tossed them to Mark.
“Better?” I asked, not addressing anyone in particular.
Karen answered, “much better,” and then strangely added, “Who’s hungry?”
With that, except for Mark looking at me and staying mostly silent we had breakfast. I ate lightly. After all I’d be wearing a bikini all day. Fruit and juice. We talked about the plans to take the boat to a certain restaurant/bar you could sail up to and dock.
I asked if I needed clothes for the bar.
“I’d hate to ruin that show,” said Paul.
Karen playfully hit him on the shoulder. “It gets cold in there. Bring a tshirt or something to throw on over your suit,” She suggested.
After breakfast I went upstairs to change. Mark followed me. As soon as the door closed I grabbed him and kissed him.
“You better fuck me before we go,” I said. “Or I may have to find some guy in that bar to fuck.”
I reached down to grab his cock. It was rock hard. I whispered in his ear. “Did you like watching Paul take my panties off me? Did it turn you on?”
Without comment he turned me around and pushed me on the bed on my hands and knees. He never treated me this way, I liked it.
He pulled his cock out and standing at the edge of the bed started fucking me from behind.
“Oh my god,” I groaned. “That feels so good.”
“What brought this on? Did you like watching Paul feel my ass?” I asked.
“Fuck yes,” he replied with ragged breath as he pounded me from behind.
I grunted with each thrust. “Ughhh ughhhhh uhhhhhh… did you like him taking my panties off me?” I moaned.
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Did you like me acting like a little slut and showing off my ass and pussy?” I pressed.
“Fuck that was hot,” he grunted as he continued to bang away at my pussy.
I was loving it. I felt dirty, I wanted it hard. “God, fuck me, give me that cock.” I moaned.
“So you like me being a slut?” I asked.
“Fuck yes,” he replied.
“How slutty?” I returned.
“As slutty as you want,” he responded.