Her White Bathing Suit

They had gone shopping that first morning of their vacation. Linda had taken a very long time to find just the bathing suit she wanted. Time after time, she had emerged from the dressing room to model a suit for him. James had tried very hard to be patient. Linda had recently lost a lot of weight, and James wanted her to revel in her accomplishment. After all, they were on the vacation he had used to both stimulate and reward her quest to return to her younger, svelte figure.

James smiled happily each time she came out of the dressing room. He noticed that she seemed to be gaining self-confidence as she tried on various suits. About a half hour before, she had switched from trying on one-piece suits and was now exclusively trying on two-piece suits. Each succeeding suit became more and more revealing. James was thrilled in the knowledge that his beloved wife was realizing how good she looked. Even if she did have to keep her underwear on as she tried the suits for size and appropriateness. But finally she had come back out and said to him, “I think I will get this one, honey. It feels really comfy.”

James sat up straight, his eyes glued to the barely distinguishable darkness of her nipples, showing through the barely off-white cloth of the cups holding her delicious breasts. She had no underwear on now, just the suit. James realized that this suit had no inner padding in the cups. No padding at all. Not that his wife needed any padding, even after she had lost all her weight. He was so proud of how careful she was at meals, even on the vacation. Her 30-year-old body could now lure a freight train off its railroad tracks. Yes, she fit into that suit like it had been custom-made for her, all right!

“OK, honey, whatever you want! You certainly have earned it, babe!” James did not dare protest her decision; after all, he had promised her she could buy two thousand dollars’ worth of clothing on their vacation. He silently wondered, though, if she knew her nipples showed through the fabric.

He loved the “new her” on his arm as he moved into a restaurant or into a bar. All the men would invariably turn toward her and watch her voluptuous body move through the room, their heads swiveling as she passed. Then their wife would slap them on the arm, they would flush bright red, and turn back toward their food, still trying to see her out of the corner of their eyes.

And his delicious Linda was all his! He reveled in that fact. So gorgeous, and now she even liked sex! How much better could life be?

It had been a special thrill for James last night. Linda had surprised him by appearing from her bedroom (they slept in separate bedrooms, even on vacation, due to James’s raucous snoring) with a stretchy, tight, short, and low-cut little black thing. As she walked toward him, the sway of her breasts made it perfectly clear that she was not wearing her brassiere. And she looked FABULOUS!

All the men in the dance bar had made that obvious by never giving her a rest or allowing her to sit down. She had danced every dance, many times having to choose between competing males asking for her hand. Even the slow dances she had been on the dance floor, her body molded to her dance partners as they made such beautifully choreographed moves.

Their lovemaking last night had been so wanton! His wife had suddenly come alive in his arms and seemed almost insatiable when they made love the last few days. What a change that had been! James could not have been happier. So many rewards for just a little patience!

Linda had placed both herself and him on a low-carb diet. He had been able to eat all the steak and cheese and eggs and bacon and fish and chicken he wanted, and still he had lost forty pounds, while she had lost her unseemly sixty.

Yes, they were a good-looking couple now. No longer ungainly in their overweight condition. And James had even enjoyed the walks they had taken every evening just at sunset. Beautiful time of day. Almost as gorgeous as his sexy wife!

James hated to dance, but on the other hand, James thoroughly enjoyed watching a graceful couple as they moved about the dance floor in such a perfectly intuitive rhythm. He often marveled at how two strangers could move so quickly and so perfectly in unison as they danced. And with no practice!

But that revealing, low-cut dress last night had made his little wanger grow into the little giant that Linda suddenly seemed so fond of. Yes, things are grand right now! Lots of sex, his wife happy, he felt better, and he loved to see how she preened when she was getting ready to leave the house, or the hotel room, as the case might be. James had noticed her eyes caressed her own body in the mirror now, even looking approvingly at the seductive swell of her own breasts as she turned to put them in profile.

“HONEY! Hey, babe, what are you thinking about? Your mind disappeared there for a few minutes.” Her nipple teased his arm through his shirt sleeves. Her impish smile made his heart skip a beat. Yes, they would have sex again tonight! He was sure of it! Three nights in a row! It had to be a record.

James proudly paid for his wife’s new swimsuit. The first two pieces she had ever owned! James could hardly wait to see her in public in it!

“Let’s go down to the pool, honey! Feel like doing a little sunbathing with me?” Her eyes had twinkled as she spoke.

“Sure babe!” They had changed into their suits, she into the new white two-piece one, and he was into his baggy knee-length cutoff jeans he was so fond of.

James’s chest swelled with pride as every head swiveled to look at his wife’s body as they stepped into the pool area. The heat was intense, but it felt so good after the cold of the Alaskan winter they had left behind only a few days before.

Linda had strolled quickly to two reclining deck chairs and laid her towel on one, then sat and laid back and sighed in contented bliss. Her legs were splayed over the sides of the chair, her feet planted on the concrete pool deck. James looked down and realized that she had to have trimmed her pubic hair. There was not a single hair showing out the side of her suit!

‘Wow! Does that ever look sexy!!!!’ Then, as his eyes became used to the glare of the brilliant afternoon sun, he realized the delectable crevices and furrows of her body were visible—not through the suit really, but there was a slight shadow cast from each little delectable swelling.

James sat down quickly to hide the little bulge that was forming. The erotic thought that the shapes of his wife’s body could be viewed by anyone passing by suddenly seemed so erotic to him.

James heard his wife sigh. “Honey, I have never been happier in my entire life!” Linda’s eyes were hidden behind her wraparound sunglasses. James wished he had brought his own. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the comfort of the padded lawn chair. James awoke with a start when a cold drop of water landed on his chest.

He opened his eyes but could see nothing other than Linda leaning over him. Suddenly a horribly cold sensation caused him to yell as she began to smooth the sunblock on his already reddening skin. His body was pure white from the Alaskan requirement to stay. so heavily bundled up during the brutal winter. “I think you’re sunburned, honey. I hope you don’t peel!”

When Linda moved to his side, James’s eyes again adjusted to the light. Linda was wet. ‘She must have gone swimming to cool off,’ James realized. His eyes wandered down her body as she soothed the lotion into his skin.

Still a bit groggy from his nap, at first James thought perhaps his wife had taken her bathing suit off. ‘NO! She would never ever do that!’ His eyes wide open, he realized she still had it on, but the water had made it transparent! It was as if his wife were totally naked in public!