New Year’s Revolution
by
Galen Trapper
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Copyright 2010, Galen Trapper
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Chapter 1: New Year’s Revolution
Chapter 12: A Day Flagrante Delicto
Chapter 14: Afternoon Delight?
Chapter 15: Crime and Punishment
Chapter 16: A Future To Fit The Crime
Chapter 1: New Year's Revolution
This party should be in the Guinness Book – under boring, Brian thought as he slouched against the wall and stifled a yawn. It was shortly past midnight and he hoped his wife would surface soon so they could escape the annual New Year's Eve get together at his boss's house, held in the mistaken belief that sharing cheese balls and cheap wine promotes camaraderie. As he discreetly surveyed the crowd for drunken marketeers or other pariahs heading his way, Brian spotted his friend Bill enfolding a gorgeous young woman named Laura in a distant corner. Brian, now 38, and Bill, two years older, were software wizards and had been cronies for twelve years.
Bill was rarely without a pretty girl or two – or, more accurately, pretty girls rarely escaped Bill's notice and company for long; Bill's home was a thousand miles away from their project site, and every month or so he visited his wife and family for a week. Between times, he and Brian usually had dinner together once or twice a week, often double dating before Brian's marriage, so Brian knew many of Bill's girls. Since Brian's marriage nearly four years earlier, the dinners continued, but now Brian's date was always the same woman. Fortunately, his wife loved to hear Bill and Brian trade mock insults, for both were unusually gifted at wit and repartee.
Laura looks extraordinarily delicious tonight, as usual – good enough to eat, Brian thought. He had noticed her and Bill dancing wildly earlier, an activity that Brian spurned; now, under one of the ubiquitous sprigs of mistletoe hung for the party, their tête-à-tête in a distant corner finished with a kiss. It started as the usual restrained smooch common to holiday celebrations, but the alluring girl squirmed against Bill, thrusting her generous breasts and firm thighs vigorously into his wiry body, while his hands slid down to cup and squeeze the young redhead's voluptuous ass passionately, in a sort of Apache dance. The potent but unrecognized – or perhaps furtive – chemistry between them was betrayed by their inflamed faces and clutching bodies. Brian felt his own face flush instantly; his breath came in rapid gulps and his cock sprang to full attention, straining ferociously against his trousers. This is so bizarre! he thought. Nothing I've ever seen before gave me a hard-on this ferocious, instantly! I'm afraid to move, if my cock brushes my pants, I’ll cum like Old Faithful.
Brian’s eyes clouded briefly as shadowy, lustful vignettes flashed through his mind: Laura yanking her skirt above her writhing hips and Bill tearing off the girl's dainty panties ... Laura, completely naked, astride his pal’s chest, her dribbling cunt juices matting his coarse hair while Bill squeezes her full, hard-tipped breasts ... Laura spreading her supple thighs and clutching Bill's hair, tugging his face ever deeper into her soggy muff ... the stripped girl on her knees as in worship, her milky breasts flaunting turgid pink nipples as she sucks the thick shaft of Bill’s rigid cock fully into her hungry mouth ... Laura straining to spread her legs ever wider, as she urges Bill to plunge his swollen dick ever deeper into her sopping pussy ... Not only Brian was ablaze with such fantasies!
Brian wrenched his mind from the licentious quagmire threatening to engulf it, afraid that in another instant his straining groin muscles would surrender, and a flood of semen would jet from his aching balls. He hazily glimpsed Laura slither slowly from Bill's embrace and walk hastily upstairs; he guessed chagrin at the spectacle she had made of herself fueled her flight, then quickly sank back into his Dionysian reverie. Seeing this facet of Laura – a girl completely devoured by carnality, wallowing in lust – was astonishing, and he was thrilled to see her laid so bare.
His prurient reaction was as incredible to him as it was overpowering, not at all what Brian would have predicted. He had watched Bill and Laura dance together many times, frenzied gyrations to tempestuous music, and never before had that provoked anything but mild amusement; it had been merely a duet he could not put a name to. But tonight what he felt was intense distress at its abrupt termination, an exorbitant desire to see cock and cunt fused by insatiate appetites. A spectacle without a climax, he thought, is intolerable. “If just a little fondling does that to her, I have to see the two of them fucking – it will be thermonuclear!” Brian realized. “Blistering hot fusion!”
He suddenly realized that even when a man is fucking a woman, he can have no accurate idea of the depth of her wantonness, the degree of licentiousness that rules her at those times; only an onlooker can see it, because her lover’s eyes are blinded by the pandemonium of his own lust. It has something to do with Heisenberg uncertainty, he thought distractedly, something like you can't measure the heat while you're fanning the blaze. That canny insight was a momentous epiphany, one that would alter his life completely and forever. “I will be that spectator,” Brian pledged silently.
“This is the traditional time to change the course of your life – New Year's resolutions and all that,” Brian mused as he contemplated the situation. “And from here on I'm taking an uncharted path, a road less traveled. The proper name for their dance is the beast with two backs, Brian thought, and very soon I shall call that tune!”
Disbelief, jealousy, despair, rage – to feel any or all of these would not have surprised him – instead, watching his old friend and his young wife paw one another's bodies had brought his blood to a lusty boil! By next New Year's Eve, he vowed, I'll see my buddy's prick plunge into my wife's twat, the Big Bang of all time!
After their first year of marriage, more and more frequently Brian’s evenings with Laura were filled not with sensual gropings and naughty games, but by tales of her day – these might be anything from a hand by hand replay of a bridge tournament to doings at the museum where she was a docent to selecting new carpets. It’s natural, Brian thought, that as people mature, more of their time and energy is required for the business of life – mundane demands like careers and household – and less is free for sybaritic pastimes: a sad but inescapable fact; consequently, your spouse becomes more a business partner than a playmate. But the girl Laura had been when they met – the always eager voluptuary, uninhibited, mindlessly drunk on the fumes of her own sensuality – had been reborn before his eyes at this party, and he wanted to see more, very much more, of that incandescent Laura.
I can't bring her to that temperature myself, so I need a firebug to set her ablaze, then I’ll revel in their heat. I’ll need an especially cunning plan, Brian decided. First, I know that Bill would never fuck his best friend’s wife, so I’ll think of a substitute; second, I know that Laura would never on her own think of spreading her legs for another guy. But I can do it, I’ll just have to reprogram her thinking. Fucking the Laura I just saw, even fucking her at second hand, is worth whatever it takes.
A major hurdle, Brian knew, was that Laura believed strongly in marital fidelity, often railing bitterly about Bill's girlfriends. “He's a married man; why does he do that? Why would he ever date that slut! He could do lots better,” she frequently grumbled after the two couples had been together for an evening. “And why in the world would she go out with him? They have nothing in common. Didn’t you notice that she doesn’t know who Terry Pratchett is? She probably thinks Spider Robinson is an insect! I doubt she can read a menu, let alone a book!”
Brian had long ago explained to Laura that Bill’s wife refused point-blank to move to a city, and that to prevent blue balls while minimizing the risk of STDs, Bill dated only discreet married women, not girls he picked up in a bar. And that while he and Laura and Bill enjoyed their lively arguments about books and other pleasures of the mind, Bill probably chose his partners with different diversions in mind. “It's not white slavery, you know,” Brian had said. “They are two consenting adults, and since their spouses never know about it, no one gets hurt.” Laura did not seem happy with that rationale, but she thereafter limited her comments to highlighting the flaws of Bill's current inamorata, not the man himself.
As Brian slumped against the wall and waited for the party to end, random images flashed through his mind of Bill ravishing Laura, savoring his sexy young wife's exquisite body. He saw Laura peel off her t-shirt and playfully toss her bra at Bill, while his buddy stared in wonder at his wife's firm 36C jugs jiggling in invitation, their erect hot pink nipples seductive beacons to guide his mouth and hands to those eager targets. He pictured Laura sprawled across a bed piled with coats – like at a party – her short skirt pulled above her hips as Bill peeled off her tiny lace panties, already damp with the nectar of her quivering cunt, and plunged his face into her juicy pussy; Brian could almost smell the lust emanating from Laura's oozing twat and hear her sharp cries of excitement as his friend licked and sucked her most intimate girl flesh. He imagined his friend, trousers puddled at his feet, with Laura kneeling, totally nude, her nipples swollen and glowing pink, looking up at Bill adoringly as her hands guided his throbbing prick closer; Laura seemed ecstatic as Bill shot wad after steaming wad of gooey cum into her eager mouth and on her face and hair. He envisioned Laura with her ankles resting on Bill's hairy shoulders as his twitching cock, engorged beyond belief, pressed against the squealing girl's sticky cunt opening, pushed deeper and deeper into her fiery center, skewered his lovely, lusting wife....
To Brian this party had started as a typical gathering of casual acquaintances and barely known coworkers. Banal, until he witnessed Bill groping Laura's lush and ultrasensitive bottom – at times Brian thought it must be directly connected to her clit, judging by her galvanic response to even the lightest touch on the ass. Her hard nipples ground into Bill's chest as her scorching pubes wriggled against his virile hardness; Laura's flimsy outfit covered her like a coat of sunscreen, so in effect his best friend was masturbating her before Brian’s very eyes! From the way his young wife was glued against Bill, she must have been primed to cum right then and there.
So was Brian!
Just a few hours before, while Brian was waiting for Laura to finish dressing for this party, an overwhelming flood of desire swamped him, as staggering as the first time he saw her nude. He didn't try to interest her in a fast fuck before going, knowing from countless rebuffs over the past two years that she would refuse irritably. She always averted interruptions – and potential gooey messes – when she was primping; what a sad change from earlier, when Laura was as eager as Brian, and schedules be damned! Resignedly Brian settled for watching her doll up, hoping his rock hard erection would flag before he needed to put his trousers on.
After arranging her blaze of golden red hair to her satisfaction, Laura turned to choosing lingerie. She compared the erotic allure of several bras by twisting and bouncing before the mirror in each candidate, while Brian ogled her ambrosial pussy – her downy triangle made his mouth water. After studying several possibilities, she decided on a filmy wisp of soft, light green material fashioned so that the tops of her creamy breasts were bare and her nipples were covered but conspicuous through the gossamer. Her coppery fun fur was trimmed short enough that when her thighs parted he could see her girlish cleft glistening moistly, winking flirtatiously at him; the view did nothing to relax his tumescent dick, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the pussy that had so often taken him on ecstatic journeys to nirvana. Laura was dressing even more slowly and carefully than usual; as much as Brian enjoyed the exhibition, he hoped she would finish quickly because they were already late.
Nonetheless Laura diligently tried half a dozen possible panties before ultimately deciding on a tiny thong that matched her bra and enveloped her flaming bush by a bare centimeter on every side. Laura's love button stole from its pink sheath as she slipped the scanty garments on and off; this was no surprise to Brian, all opportunities to be a sensation, even briefly, always stimulated Laura – in every way. Perhaps, he thought for the hundredth time, wearing skimpy costumes in so many dance recitals explained the sexual aspect of her fervor, as well as her attention to every detail of her attire. Whatever the cause, I love the result, he decided.
Her back to Brian, Laura bent over to pull on and adjust her sheer black thigh high stockings; Brian gazed wistfully at his young wife's perfect heart-shaped bottom. He would like to ease his cock into Laura's back door occasionally, fucking her gently until his steaming cum filled her ass to overflowing and the back pressure forced his dick out. They had tried that route only once; before he was more than halfway into her, Laura jerked free and declared angrily that she would never again allow such a perversion, and that only an animal would suggest it.
She had already selected her outer garments and retrieved them from the closet. She slipped into a clinging camisole with a babydoll neckline that exposed most of her breasts, smoothing the eyelet lace midriff carefully; it shimmered in countless colors as she moved, but permitted hazy glimpses of the tempting flesh it clung to. Finally Laura eased her emerald green miniskirt on and smoothed it over her ass cheeks; it barely covered the tops of her hose and resembled a thin coat of paint more than diaphanous silk.
“Do I look all right?” Laura asked, turning to face her husband as she gave her hair a final touch.
“Darling, you are absolutely gorgeous,” Brian had responded, smiling as he looked her up and down. “In fact, I'm sure all the men will think you look good enough to eat.” He had leered at her and grinned wickedly when Laura blushed, and a few moments later they were on the way to the party. Neither spoke during the short drive; Laura usually chattered non-stop before a party, but tonight an uncertain smile alternated with a resolute one as she rode silently.
Brian’s erotic reminiscences were interrupted and his attention reluctantly returned to the party when Laura purred softly in his ear, “Hi, honey, want to leave now? You look kind of hot and tired.” He was glad she hadn't guessed the precise cause of his flushed face and trembling hands.
Glancing at his watch, Brian saw that he had been lost in fantasy for nearly an hour; he was weary, but Laura, with her makeup refreshed, seemed as vibrant and agog as when they arrived. “Oh, I don't care,” he replied slowly, although he very much wanted to see Laura kissing Bill again, or perhaps other men. “How about you?”
“Well, there are a few more people I should wish happy New Year to, I guess. Do you mind staying just a little longer?”
“No, that's fine,” Brian answered. “I'll probably wander around a little, but I'll meet you back here.” He kissed her quickly and followed at a discreet distance as Laura meandered through the crowd, stopping to exchange greetings and quick kisses with several people. Brian's dick twitched in anticipation each time, but he was disappointed not to observe another intimate rendezvous. He lost sight of her briefly when he stopped to chat briefly with Alec, a new colleague; he decided the younger man might be a satisfactory alternative to Bill. In a few minutes Brian and Laura rejoined and went to get their coats. It took a while to find them, because it looked as though a whirlwind had struck and tangled everything that had been laid on the bed. “Messy bastards!” Brian fumed as they walked down to the main floor. “They could have been more careful.” Brian did not like delays.
They ran into Bill as they were on their way out; he and Brian shook hands, and Bill gave Laura a chaste little peck on the cheek, as he might his sister. “You're all hot and sweaty – too much dancing, I'd say,” Bill warned her. “As soon as you get home you'd better hop into a hot, soapy shower, then some dry clothes. Don't take any chances.” He looked at Laura acutely and added with a grin, “A dripping ... nose ... can become a very ticklish business.”
Brian wondered whether he might have misinterpreted their initial kiss; it might be that Bill was clowning around, as he so often did, and maybe Laura just went along with the farce. After some thought, he decided it didn't matter. A revelation was a revelation, and a resolution was a resolution; by this time next year, he had to see Bill and Laura fuck! He held that sentiment all the way home, along with still more images of the two together. Laura was again silent the whole way, her eyes closed and her lips fixed in a blissful smile, as if she were lost in a pleasant dream.
By the time they pulled into the garage, Brian's dick was so stiff he could hardly get past the steering wheel, and his balls felt ready to explode. In the bedroom, Brian could restrain himself no longer. Laura had only had time to remove and put away her jewelry when he grabbed her and kissed her deeply. Laura was obviously surprised, but she returned his kiss, gently murmuring “Oh, that's good, darling!”
Maintaining his hold, Brian backed her to the bed, then pushed her onto it with her legs dangling off the edge. Quickly he bundled Laura’s skirt around her waist. “I can hardly wait to see Bill do this,” he gloated, having decided to use Bill as Laura’s lover until he decided on a surrogate. Then he peeled off her tiny panties, momentarily surprised because they clung so tenaciously they almost seemed pasted to her twat; his cock waved frenetically as he imagined that he was Bill, exposing Laura’s lovely twat for their first coupling. Brian leaned forward and sucked her perky, swollen clit, relishing the salty stickiness of her slit as he pushed his pants and shorts down; the fragrance of her succulent cunt, with perhaps a hint of perfumed soap, soon filled the room. He scrambled onto the bed, raised her legs, and plunged his throbbing cock into his wife's especially juicy box – parties and dancing really turn her on, I’ve gotta remember that, he thought. In only a few strokes he lost control, and his balls blasted gob after gob of steaming jism into the girl's honey pot. Although it was his quickest orgasm since high school, Laura's sigh and the sudden slackening of her muscles told Brian that she had cum, too.
“Mm,” she murmured, sitting up as he rolled off her. “That was nice, but I have to finish undressing and clean myself up now; I haven’t even taken off my makeup yet. I guess I'd better take a quick shower. You rest, honey.” She stretched to grab a wad of tissues from the nightstand, pressed them over her oozing snatch, and hobbled awkwardly into the bathroom.
The water began running at once, as Brian knew it would; Laura did not like to see or feel cum anywhere except deep inside her velvet tunnel. But just wait, he mused, just wait; I’ll get her over that. His cock grew stiffer and longer as he fantasized that Laura, drenched in Bill's steaming seed from head to toe, was begging his friend for more. He wished forlornly that Laura would behave that frenziedly with him again; as things stood now, it was a rare occasion that she would even lick his hard prick, much less let him cum in her mouth. The longer they were married, the more straitlaced Laura became; Brian supposed sadly that the initial sexual fury inevitably dwindled over the course of a marriage. Well, pretty soon he'd see her ravenously devour pints of Bill's cream and love it – he was sure of that.
Brian’s thoughts were interrupted by the return of his wife. Laura’s luscious body was swaddled in a faded cotton nightgown, and she was wearing white cotton socks and thick cotton underpants of the sort he called “little girls' panties”; apparently she was planning to go to sleep, not to relieve his hugely distended rod. Nonetheless, when she climbed into bed, Brian pressed against her back, rubbing his burning pole along her ass crack and squeezing her jugs.
“Oh, please, honey,” Laura whined as she wiggled free of his hold. “Please just let me go to sleep! You fucked me already, didn't that satisfy you?”
To avoid hearing the catch in Laura's voice develop into a sob, then full scale weeping, he muttered, with as much apparent sincerity as he could muster, “Of course you did – you always do, my love. I should have realized you were tired; pop off right to sleep now, darling.”
“Good night, Brian. Love you.”
“I love you, too, Laura.”
Brian lay as still as possible, trying to protect his aching cock from contact with the sheets or anything else that might set off his eruption, until Laura was breathing softly in a regular rhythm. Very carefully he slipped out of bed and walked to the powder room downstairs, ignoring the master bath off their bedroom. His stiff dick pointed the way, bobbing slightly with each step. After raising the lid and seat of the toilet, he squirted some lotion in his right palm, then grasped his swollen prick. A vision of Bill’s thick cock invading Laura's welcoming love tunnel popped into his mind, and immediately a ferocious orgasm fired great wads of steaming cum into the water. The blast was so powerful that he feared the splashing would wake his wife.
When he was at last finished, Brian sat for several minutes recovering his strength and slowing his panting breath while he thought back on his life with Laura. To this day he was astounded by how quickly and easily he had bedded down Laura. They had met about seven years ago at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts, where she was researching a paper for a freshman seminar and he was perusing a Manet exhibition, then married shortly after she received her art history B.A. from Wellesley. After a few minutes of conversation about Manet, Brian wondered whether he dared invite this lovely young girl to dinner; perhaps, he thought, that would be too much like robbing the cradle – she must be about 15 years younger than me. While he was debating with himself, Laura said cheerily, “How about getting something to eat?” They picked up Lebanese carryout and ate at Brian's nearby apartment. They discovered a wide range of common interests and talked for more than four hours before noticing the time. “My God!” Laura exclaimed. “It's nearly midnight! It's past time for you to take me home or take me to bed.” She threw herself on him, and Brian knew instantly which was her choice.
She was the most beautiful girl he had ever encountered, let alone fucked: a 5'2” tall redhead with an exquisite figure (36C-23-35, 107 pounds of vibrant female flesh). Nearly 15 years of dance classes had made her body firm and lithe, without an excess ounce anywhere. When Brian uncapped Laura's luscious jugs, he was astounded to see that they sagged not a millimeter; they thrust straight out, her perky pink nipples pointing just slightly upward, yet her tits were soft and resilient flesh, not silicon.
To Brian's surprise and delight, Laura was not terribly experienced sexually for a girl with her physical and social attributes. The first time he buried his face in her luscious fur pie and tongued her to a crashing orgasm, she said later, “I thought guys just liked to fuck – I never had one do that to me before!” Later he learned that a few lucky girls at Wellesley, as well as one of her former dance teachers, had indeed eaten Laura’s pussy, and she really had thought it was strictly “a girl thing”.
Tough luck for the boys, he had thought. Laura's pussy hair was a beautiful golden red matching that on her head, a tangle of springy curls just covering her prominent mound of Venus. Her central cleft was the pink of a queen conch shell, and her spunky girl pearl emerged quickly from its scabbard at the slightest excuse, feverishly seeking pleasure. Her clit was so sensitive that breathing on it was very often enough to make Laura squirm and begin to pant, with her hot pink labia deepening to the color of a fine red wine as her excitement grew. All these delights a dozen or so boys had missed by merely fucking Laura.
Brian wasn't entirely surprised by their choice, since her cunt was itself such a wonder – it was as tight as any virgin's, but juicy and elastic enough to accommodate even his own thick cock, and Laura’s love muscles instinctively clenched and relaxed so adeptly that she could milk a man dry without either of them moving. She seemed to have an unbounded desire for fucking and an infinite capacity for cumming; that first night Brian fucked Laura four times, and he was certain she had had at least six significant orgasms. Brian was as proud of his performance as he was delighted with his new girl. The next morning Brian was much relieved to learn that, because of agonizing menstrual cramps, Laura had been on the Pill since age 12; that was very fortunate, because Brian always rode bareback – also, Laura said she loved to feel the hot jism spray painting her tinderbox.
His breathing back to normal, Brian yawned wearily and walked slowly back to the bedroom. Laura had kicked off the sheet and blankets, and her nightgown was bunched up around her waist. Brian's eyes slowly scanned her slightly parted thighs and lingered a moment at teeth marks on her right thigh, just below her crotch, reddish purple bruises against her creamy skin. “I don't even remember biting her there,” he mused, “I must have got so hot that my mind melted.” He carefully rearranged Laura's gown and covered her; then he crept back into bed, falling asleep quickly beside his unconscious wife who had a faint smile on her face.
For several weeks following New Year’s Brian and Laura continued their humdrum pattern of fucking one time, two or three nights a week. Still, Brian's sex life was much more satisfying now; no longer did he have to respond to Laura's urgent orders to go faster, go slower, more to the right ... her mounting number of self–absorbed commands were seriously reducing his own pleasure. Soon he could avoid that interference with his enjoyment by making Bill comply with them while indulging his libidinous hungers in feasting on Laura’s luscious body. When Bill gnawed her nipples, it would be as if Laura’s squeals rattled Brian’s own teeth. When Bill shoved his fingers into her cunt, Brian would be stoking her furnace. And when Bill drove his dick into her tight, savory twat, it would feel like his own cock was pillaging Laura's most intimate flesh. Brian racked his brain in an effort to make his fantasy real, but fruitlessly; Alec had been working out of town for a month, so there was a delay in recruiting a substitute for Bill. Now that Alec’s assignment was completed, Brian intended to put him and Laura in situations that would make them more aware of one another’s bodies – that would be something solid to build on. He found it ironic that a suggestion by Laura led to the next step toward his goal.
“Winter is so dreary and depressing,” Laura said one February night as they were eating dinner. “Let's give a party to liven things up!”
Brian thought that this could be a great way to further his plan of seeing Alec screw his wife, so he immediately agreed. After some discussion they decided on the last Saturday night of the month as the date and “Tropical Getaway” as the theme – Brian carefully disguised his pride in the latter flash of genius. The house would be decorated as if they were in Hawaii or some other Pacific playground, the food and drinks would be the sort that would be served in those resort areas – and everyone would have to dress for a day at the beach.
“It will be so cool, honey!” Laura blurted out in the midst of planning the event. “Everyone coming in from the cold, maybe even snow, and all of a sudden they're in Paradise, playing on a white sandy beach!”
“Well, not a real beach, of course,” he said. “But I suppose we could have a sort of giant sandbox, a shallow one, for people to play in. Downstairs, around the hot tub.”
“Oh, that's so cool!” Laura exclaimed. “Can we really? And maybe some bright lights for the sun, like your video thingies? We could tell people to bring their bathing suits and....”
“Sounds great,” Brian said happily. This could well be a giant step forward toward his obsessive goal. “I'll take care of the beach, you just worry about the food and drinks. I’ll even get you a new bathing suit – unless you're planning to appear like when we hot tub alone.” Naturally they tubbed in the nude; Laura forced a faint blush – she didn't want Brian to know that the thought of doing just that really turned her on – but she made no reply.
The following Saturday Brian arranged to have a landscaper whose work he trusted build the beach; the man was amused, but gave Brian a good price since it was his off season. When he had settled that, Brian went off shopping; Laura, following an early phone call, had already left, telling Brian apologetically that she might be several hours at the gym. When she returned – freshly showered, bright eyed, and bubbly – Brian showed her his purchases.
“Honey, you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find bathing suits during the winter!” he remarked casually, though he had easily located exactly what he wanted at a shop for exotic dancers.
“So what did you buy for me? I can hardly wait to see!” his pretty wife asked. “I know it will be perfect.”
Handing her a package, he said, “Well, all I found is this bikini – and I think you might be too shy to wear it in public. I can't describe it, please just put it on, instead.” Brian had learned that he could often get his way by subtly suggesting that her attitudes were unsophisticated.
Laura scampered into the powder room with the small package he handed her. Brian waited impatiently, listening to the clatter as Laura changed. After several minutes she stepped out and said hesitantly, “Well? Is – is this what you expected?”
Brian was speechless for a moment as his eyes feasted on his wife's voluptuous body so slightly concealed by the scanty swim outfit; this was even better than he had hoped for. In an instant his dick stiffened and began to throb. The thong bikini Laura wore, a color called flesh (but, from a few feet, closer to translucent verging on transparent), was tied halfway down each hip with a saucy bow. Behind, a narrow strand of fabric vanished between her tantalizing cheeks, exposing those luscious mounds entirely. The tiny triangle in front scarcely covered her pussy mound; even her very soft bush pooched it out, but if she shaved her pussy, the cord would probably slip into her cleft. Brian was sure that if Laura moved, or even breathed too deeply, all onlookers would easily see strands of her golden twat mat – and everyone would certainly be peering at her! He wondered whether Laura had noticed that the material was in fact a fine mesh, like a body stocking; tiny strands of girl fur protruded here and there, turning his mouth dry with lust. The matching top was formed of two small slings that covered most of the undersides of her quivering breasts, then arced up to just hide her rigid nipples – which were temptingly manifest in bas-relief, anyway. The cups were connected by transparent threads both front and behind, and held in place by another thread around her neck, so the scant coverings appeared to be glued in place.
This outfit would incite thoughts of the boudoir, not the beach – exactly the result Brian was counting on. Would Laura actually wear such a revealing thing in public? Though he thought it would require considerable persuasion to win her over, Brian's cock grew even larger and more rigid in anticipation; this would certainly move things along toward his ultimate objective.
“Uh … uh … wow, that's the sexiest bikini I ever saw,” he finally stammered when he noticed that Laura was looking at him expectantly. “Are you really going to wear it to the party?”
Laura suppressed a smug grin; recently Brian had been badgering her over what he claimed was her excessive modesty and insisted that she wear more revealing clothing – probably he feels old and wants to show off his trophy wife, she thought. She welcomed the change; it was more like their first year of marriage. She was tired of tempering her naturally uninhibited taste to what he deemed appropriate for the wife of a man in his position; during her sojourn in the powder room, she had joyously decided to accept his latest whim, but to appear distressed.
She had always liked being ogled by men, sometimes even women; on their Caribbean honeymoon she had subtly manipulated Brian into asking – very tentatively – whether she might consider going topless on the beach, and he had loved it when she eagerly stripped off her bikini top and puffed out her chest. She had greatly enjoyed baring her peerless breasts and scrumptious nipples – not to mention flaunting her nearly naked pussy – and loved the mildly salacious ideas triggered by the appreciative stares of strangers. She would have been fully nude in an instant if she had been able to induce him to suggest that; the best she had managed was to lose her thong once to an invented undertow. Laura loved how much displaying her nakedness in public supercharged Brian's libido; there wasn't one of those days he didn't fuck her three or four times, and the day she went bottomless he managed six! She had masked her delight from him, though, in order to better enjoy all the hot-eyed stares without his inevitable misgivings.
“No, of course not,” she pouted. “Not unless you make me wear it. I'd be so embarrassed I could never look any of our friends in the eye again. Whatever were you thinking?”
Sadly, Laura thought, only a year later he started becoming more repressed; he pretended the dowdy things he suggested as “appropriate” were to cater to her sensitivities, and he always made her feel like she was at fault– “shy” and “modest” were the terms he generally used, and to avoid a fight, Laura faked those qualities. But they were certainly not words applicable to a girl who loved mixed skinny dipping and had even won an amateur strip contest at a frat party! But maybe she hadn't got around to telling him about those particular adventures ... like so many others.
I think Brian didn’t want me to dress sexy because he worries about other guys trying to fuck me, Laura thought, not that there’d be any harm in letting them; it would probably be fun. Pussies don’t wear out, she thought merrily, they improve from frequent honing! But he’s mostly been that way, I guess the generation gap … I always have to act like I never got wild except with him … it makes me mislead him, like when he asked how many guys I’d slept with – “max” – I said a dozen or so, but I didn’t tell him that was the “max” at any one party … I knew he wouldn’t want any girl that crazy, but … it’s been hard to live up to his image of me all the time, so I’m really happy he’s changing, if he actually is. I’m so tired of having to hide things …
“Well, at the moment,” Brian said, “I'm thinking that I chose something ... well, let's just say, too bold for your age and tastes. I underestimated your prudishness – it's almost neurotic in a girl as beautiful and sexy as you.”
Although her pussy tingled when Laura imagined herself so scantily clad – virtually naked, to be precise – among their friends, she planned to let Brian think he had forced her to wear the skimpy bikini, against her own wishes; then if he hadn’t truly changed and was testing her, or if he didn't like seeing his wife openly lusted after, it would be his own fault. Laura was already adept at marital infighting.
“I suppose you could wear this over it,” Brian said, sullenly handing her a second package. With a flourish she pulled from the boutique bag a black mesh minidress and slipped into it. It reached only a few inches below her crotch and was more translucent than a bridal veil; two scalloped strips of black satin attached at the center of the front hem and arced across each breast, then rejoined between her shoulder blades, obscuring her pussy and nipples, but little else.
“Oh, yes!” Laura cried as she twirled around. “If you really want me to wear it, this ensemble will be perfect.” She had not been able to repress her enthusiasm as completely as she had planned; she was elated about wearing the tiny outfit at the party.
Brian was annoyed because he had intended that Laura wear only the mini some night when Alec came to dinner; it would be a knockout hostess dress, even if she should insist on lingerie beneath it; to make that concession, albeit grudgingly, was his fallback position. Nonetheless, he was thrilled by her decision about party attire; he knew he could easily devise a scheme to take advantage of the outfit she was modeling now.
“That's fantastic, honey!” he exclaimed sincerely. “You'll be a superstar, queen of the beach bunnies!”
When the night of the party arrived, the rec room had undergone a miraculous transformation. A large area of glittering white sand surrounded the large in-floor hot tub. The cover to the tub itself was in place, covered by a cheery tablecloth; it was a convenient location for platters of snacks. Nearby was a cooler filled with soft drinks and beer; next to it a small round table served as the bar.
Brian had decided, reluctantly, not to allow hot tubbing during the party; the risk of large amounts of sand clogging the filter, along with the certainty that there would be mud tracked throughout the house, outweighed the idea of Laura’s luscious body obscured only by a thin film of wet, nearly transparent mesh. It was a disappointing setback to his plan, but he would just be patient; besides, like most things sexual, prolonging the act only made its consummation more delectable. In light of his decision, Brian had planted several signs in the sand, bearing the words 'SHARK WARNING! NO SWIMMING ALLOWED!' Upon first sight, these invariably drew chuckles from the guests.
Overhead, Brian had suspended several powerful spotlights ordinarily used for videotaping to serve as the sun; most were aimed toward the central portion of the sand, near the food, and one was focused on the staircase – it would feel like stepping onto a beach from the start! Laura had done wonders in decorating the walls, with posters of resort beach scenes and album covers of appropriate groups. Beach Boy recordings were interspersed with music from Hawaii, the Caribbean, and Mexico.
Laura was ravishing in her beach outfit; every man who neared her, Brian noted, had an erection he couldn't completely conceal. To Brian’s dismay, Alec had been sent out of town again just before the party, but at least Bill would be there; he would have to do for the time being. Brian was especially gratified that Bill had a huge boner that only occasionally subsided, then in a few minutes bulged his trunks again. Crowded as the room was and as exuberant as the guests were, there were very few moments when Bill and Laura were alone, much to Brian's disappointment. This was getting him nowhere!