My Wife Becca

"So, him seeing me gets you off?" she asked. "What do I get out of it?"

"You get the acknowledgment from another man that you are a beautiful sexual being," I explained. "You get to know once and for all that my appreciation for you is not isolated to just me. I felt Ted was worthy of seeing just how fucking hot you are under those clothes. The thought of him seeing you exposed like that drives me insane."

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Her lips were soft and her body quivered. I pulled her panties off her as she lifted her hips for me, and I attacked her clit. She was soaked. I realized in that moment that showing herself excited her as well. Becca's whole body convulsed after just a few seconds as her orgasm enveloped her. I rose up and kissed her lips again, and she reached for my cock, stroking it.

"I need you to fuck me, now!" she said.

She never spoke like this and was usually quite reserved during sex. All this attention was getting to her, and she was in heat. She spread her legs, and I mounted her while we continued to attack each other's tongues. My cock slid in easily and started thrusting into her. I admired her body from above as I slid in and out of her, watching her large breasts bob with each thrust of my cock.

"You look so beautiful right now," I said with a crooked smile. "Imagine if Ted saw you like this."

"Oh God, don't say that," she moaned as I thrusted harder.

"Maybe I should text him that picture I showed him," I suggested as she continued to moan. "He'd probably cum quicker if he didn't have to go off of memory."

"Oh God, that's so wrong," she said as her hips pushed up to meet my thrusts. I could feel and hear her pussy getting wetter.

"SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP," our bodies connected as I slammed into her as hard as I could.

"Imagine Ted stroking his big dick while looking at your nude body, as he imagines himself fucking you," I grunted.

"Mmmmmm, oh God!" her whole body trembled as she orgasmed again.

I pulled out of her, not wanting to cum. I laid down, and she mounted me from above. She started grinding on my hard cock as she looked into my eyes.

"You know he wanted to see your ass the first time we met," I told her.

She bit her lip, and asked, "He told you that?"

"Yes, I think he's always lusted after you, but he respects me and our marriage, which was why he was my best man," I said. She began rocking her pelvis back and forth while biting her lip.

"You would be okay with him having a nude picture of me?" she asked, whimpering.

"Only if you were okay with it," I said.

"Okay," she said, breathlessly as her body trembled above me.

The thought of sending my best friend the picture of my naked wife sent me over the edge. I pulled down on her hips and unloaded into her. Becca's consent sent her body into an orgasm at the same time, and we both relieved our pent up sexual tension into each other's bodies.

"Are you sure?" I asked after we came down from our passion.

"Oh God, I don't know," she said with her hands over her face. "It sounded so hot a few seconds ago. How could I face him? It's just so awkward."

"He's already seen you," I pushed. "It's the same picture he's probably thinking about right now."

"Do you think he's really masturbating to me right now?" she asked.

"I guaran-fucking-tee it," I laughed. "Imagine seeing someone nude you'd always fantasized about. You'd probably do the same, right?"

"You got a point," Becca smiled.

"Oh gosh, I can't believe I'm telling you to do this, but go ahead and send it," she said. "I'm curious what he's going to say when you send it."

I attached the photo to my text string with him, and wrote, "Have a nice night, bud."

He texted me back seconds later, "That is the most beautiful picture I've ever seen. Damn, that ass. You better be fucking that! I'd give my left nut to be you."

"What did he say?" she asked excitedly. I showed her the text. She bit her lip again...

We woke up the next day, and decided to go for a bike ride. Becca wore a flowing light blue sundress that was a few inches above the knee and some sandals. As she mounted the bike, her dress rode up a few more inches. Her thighs looked tantalizing as she pedaled away.

I followed Becca as she led us around the resort. There were plenty of trails to explore along the ride. The warm tropical weather and the cool breeze coming off the ocean felt invigorating. Plus, watching my wife's ass as she pedaled didn't hurt either.

We saw two men walking along the path, walking in the opposite direction. I saw their eyes glued to Becca's body as she pedaled. They were eyeing her from head to toe. When she was fully past them, they looked at each other grinning, obviously acknowledging their appreciation of what they saw. This spiked my curiosity, so I pedaled past her to see for myself.

I turned back and looked at the view Becca was presenting. Her dress had risen due to the breeze, and I could clearly see her sexy pink lace thong between her firm thighs. Above, her dress had pulled down, exposing quite a bit of her round breasts, and her firm nipples were poking through the material.

"You look amazing in that dress, hun," I told her. "I think you just gave those two men a show, though. I can clearly see your panties as you ride."

"Well, knowing your deviant thoughts, I'm sure you don't mind," she grinned. "Oh well, I'm sure I'll never see them again."

We were almost back to our room and saw Ted walking down the boardwalk. Becca made no attempt to fix her dress as I looked back at her.

"Morning Ted," I said smiling. "Hope you slept well."

"Hell yeah, slept like a baby," he said as his eyes caught sight of Becca's panties between her firm thighs. He ran his eyes up her body lustily. "Morning, Becca. Nice to see you this morning."

"Good morning, Ted" she said, smiling. "I'm glad you slept well. We did too."

"I was just heading down to the restaurant for breakfast," Ted said. "Would you two care to join me?"

"Sure," I said. "You hungry, Becca?"

"I'm starving," Becca replied.

We dropped the bikes off and walked with Ted. He did not let on that I'd sent him the picture last night, and our conversation seemed as normal as always. We were laughing at stories that he was so good at telling.

I noticed Becca did not adjust her top when she got off the bike, and her nipples must have been just below the edge of her dress. Her cleavage looked mesmerizing and impossible to ignore as her breasts were gloriously presented to our view.

Ted sat across from us at the breakfast table. He had a hard time maintaining eye contact, but he did his best. We carried our conversation as normal, talking about everything but Tara to keep Ted's mood up.

After a while, I could tell Becca was purposely trying to get Ted to look at her breasts. She had an extra arch in her back as she sat up straight, and she intentionally shook her tits as she moved and laughed. Ted did not bite though, which made me laugh as I knew it was frustrating her.

"So what are your plans for today?" Ted asked.

"I think we'll lounge around and go snorkeling in front of our room," Becca said. "We saw a bunch of fish yesterday, and I want to explore."

"Yeah, and I want to swim with the rays and sea turtles," I said.

"Sounds like a plan. Maybe I'll join you later," Ted said.

We finished our breakfasts and returned to our room. I put my board shorts on and went out on the deck. Becca came out a few minutes later wearing a cheeky pink and blue string bikini. This bikini was much more revealing than anything I'd seen before.

"Wow, where in the hell did you get that?" I asked dumbfounded.

"I found it on a website called Wicked Weasel. You like?" Becca asked as she arched her back, turning her ass toward me.

"Hell yeah I do," I said, stunned at the sight.

"I can't believe Ted acted so normal at breakfast," Becca said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He acted normal. Like he'd never seen my naked body," she said, disappointed. "And he didn't even gawk at my tits."

"Well, I told him not to say anything," I said. "But if he sees you in that bikini, he's going to have a hard time not gawking."

"I guess we'll see," she smiled.

Becca put her ear buds in and laid in the sun while looking at her phone. We lounged in the sun for a while until it got hot. I grabbed a snorkel set and jumped in the water.

I couldn't believe how much sea life was right under our room. There were fish of all sizes and colors, and a turtle was munching on some sea leaves.

"Becca, you have to get out here," I yelled. "There's fish everywhere and colorful reefs too."

"Hey neighbor, mind if I join you too?" Ted yelled.

"Ted, come on in," I yelled. "The water feels great!"

Becca and Ted both swam out with their snorkels and masks, and we explored the water together. Becca swam in front of me and dove down to the reef, frog-kicking into the deeper water. I stared in awe as her ass was completely exposed to our viewing pleasure. Her bikini crept up and now looked like a thong. I saw Ted turn his mask toward her perfectly shaped rear end. You could see the faint indentation of her rear opening and her labia beneath her bikini bottom. Her ass undulated with each spreading of her legs as she kicked them.

We followed her as if we were hypnotized. She turned, presenting an equally beautiful view of the front of her body, before she rose back to the surface for a breath of air. She reminded me of a mermaid.

We continued to explore the ocean as we encountered colorful fish, turtles, and lots of rays. The white sand of the ocean and the turquoise water brought out the colors of everything around us, including my wife. Watching her dance underwater was enchanting.

"This is so much fun," Becca said as she wrapped her arms around me kissing me.

"Yes, it's very relaxing," I said as I kissed her back. "I'm glad we took this vacation."

We eventually became waterlogged and decided to head back to our villa to dry off and order lunch. Becca emerged from the water first and climbed the ladder. We both stared as her ass revealed itself above the water, glistening in the warm sunlight. She made no attempt to adjust her suit and left it looking like a thong.

When Becca got on the deck, she sat down on the lounge chair facing us. What I didn't notice until then about her suit was I could see the outline of her dollar sized nipples through it. She looked ravishing in the Bora Bora sunlight.

"You are one lucky fucker," Ted whispered as he admired her exposed body.

"I know," I smiled.

"Thanks for the picture, by the way," he said.

"Haha, I figured you'd like it," I laughed.

"Dude, seriously, she's as hot now as she was 20 years ago," Ted said.

"Life's been good to us. What can I say..." I agreed.

"Man, if you have any others, I'd be happy to um..." Ted trailed off as we both watched Becca applying oil to her skin.

I noticed Ted had a rather large bulge in his shorts as he admired Becca. I remembered him having a large cock when I bumped into him in the locker room when we were in college. I'm sure Becca didn't miss the bulge, but she was now wearing her large sunglasses which disguised where she was looking. Her upturned lips said she noticed, as she caressed her own skin.

"Would you mind doing my back, babe?" Becca asked me.

"Sure hun," I said as I grabbed the lotion.

I rubbed it on her back and shoulders first, making sure I didn't miss anything. I moved down to her legs and rubbed it into her ass. I spread her cheeks as I rubbed it in while pushing her bikini further into her cleft. I'm sure Ted was envious of my hands as I caressed her skin. Her puckered opening was obvious under the string of her bikini.

"Are you trying to show me off to Ted?" Becca whispered.

"Maybe," I replied, smiling.

We ordered lunch and had a few beers while waiting for it to arrive. Becca had a couple glasses of wine, and none of us were feeling any pain. We enjoyed a dip in our pool, and afterwards, Becca laid out on the white netting. As she was bouncing around trying to get positioned, her bikini bottom slid a bit, exposing a hint of her labia. She looked down at her exposure, then looked back at us smiling, before she slowly reached down and pulled her bikini back into place. I couldn't believe my formerly shy wife who always wore shorts over her bikini was spread out like this in front of us.

Our lunch came not long afterwards, and we ate in the shade. Becca made no attempt to hide her body from Ted as she flaunted her bikini in front of him.

She looked at Ted's bloated body next to her husband. He looked so ugly and fat next to him. She couldn't believe they were the same age. He was balding and gray, and looked twenty years older. She looked down at his board shorts and noticed a prominent bulge going down his thigh. "No way that's what I think it is," she thought to herself.

"So have you thought about Tara much since you've been here?" Becca asked Ted.

"Honestly, you've been doing a great job of keeping me distracted. You both have," Ted answered. "And it doesn't hurt to be surrounded by such beauty," he said as he looked out at the water and then back at Becca.

"Well, I'm glad we've found a way to keep you distracted," Becca said, smiling.

"I think the swimming, sun, food, and drinks have wiped me out. I think I'll head back to my room for a nap," Ted said, yawning. "See you two lovebirds later."

Ted left, and we cleaned up our lunch, and I put the tray outside the door for room service. When I returned to the deck, Becca was laying in her lounge chair topless. I smiled at her as she grinned back.

"I was starting to get tan lines," she said as she spread oil on her round breasts and nipples.

"God, you're beautiful," I said huskily. "And I can't believe the way you were flaunting yourself in front of Ted. He's probably rubbing one out right now."

"What are you talking about? Me?" Becca teased. "I bet he'd like a picture of me like this."

I raised my phone, challenging her. She covered her breasts at first, but as I held her gaze, she put her arms down and pushed her breasts out towards me. She uncrossed her legs and placed them on either side of the chair, spreading them sexily. I could see the outline of her labia through the thun material of her bikini. She was posing for Ted now. I snapped a picture.

"You want your fat friend to see me like this?" Becca asked sexily.

"You want me to send it?" I asked.

She bit her lip and nodded. I attached the picture and typed, "Enjoy your nap." I hit send.

His reply came quickly. "Holy fucking shit. Her tits are perfect. Do me a favor and fuck the shit out of your hot wife right now. She looks like she needs it."

"What did he say?" Becca breathed.

My dick was hard as I watched her reading his text. She handed me the phone and said nothing. She reached down and pulled her bikini to the side, looking up at me.

"Are you going to do what he said?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, wanting her to say it.

"Fuck the shit out of me," she said breathlessly.

I immediately dropped my shorts and entered her soaked pussy in one quick stroke.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned.

Watching her flaunt herself all morning had me worked up, and I wasn't going to last long. Fortunately, neither was she. Becca pulled me to her as I slammed into her quickly.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, our bodies came together.

Becca reached down and stroked her clit as we mated in the open tropical air. I could feel my cum about to blast into her. I picked up my pace and pile drove into her hard.

"Oh yes, yes! Fuck the shit out of your hot wife!" Becca screamed as she came. Her whole body shuttered around me as her orgasm took her.

I felt myself reach my climax inside her. I pulled out as jet after jet blasted out of my throbbing cock. The first volley shot up to her face, leaving a long line of cum from her nose to her stomach. The next blasts covered her tits and stomach as I painted her with my seed. I caught my breath as I looked down at her. She licked the cum of her lips and swallowed it.

The sexiness of seeing her swallow cum for the first time overwhelmed me. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, not caring that her lips were covered in my own seed. Our tongues reached out at each other in shared passion.

"That was freaking hot," she breathed.

"God you're beautiful," I said looking down at her covered in my cum. Her labia were spread open and my cum was leaking out of her. "Can I take one more picture?"

"Oh God... Yes," she replied.

Becca spread her legs lewdly as she bit her lip. I snapped a picture of her, totally exposed and raw. This was well beyond an artistic nude. This was carnal.

I showed Becca the picture of her cum covered body and face. She bit her lip sexily as she studied the hot image.

"Should I send Ted that one?" I asked as she looked at it.

"I don't know. This seems like it would be crossing the line, don't you think?" Becca asked. "We can't unsend something like that."

"It'd blow his mind," I said, trying to convince her.

"I am curious what he'd say," Becca said. It's just so... raw."

She began typing something into the keypad. She looked up at me guiltily as she stared at the phone. I heard a message come back and she bit her lip again. Her hand dropped back down to her clit as she stroked it unconsciously while handing me the phone.

I read the text she sent as if she was me. "Did I do a good job?" She sent him the picture.

His reply was, "Holy Fuck!!!!!!! Not sure I could do better myself, but I'd sure love to try. I'll keep this picture forever."

I looked down at my wife again as she continued to masturbate herself on the chair. This had really worked her up. She was into showing herself.

"Baby?" Becca said looking at me wantingly.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"Can you lick me?" She begged.

I looked down at her cum covered body. Although it was dripping out of her pussy, her clit looked clean. I really didn't want to eat my own sloppy seconds. I knealed in front of her and brought my face to her sex. I could smell her arousal and our mixed seeds. I slowly licked her clit as her body began to tremble.

"Oh God yeah, lick my clit," she moaned. "I'm so horny baby, knowing he's looking at my picture right now."

I attacked her clit, biting and licking it as she writhed beneath me.

"I bet he's stroking his big dick while looking at my body right now," she moaned. She was getting into this.

I shoved my fingers into her and pushed them into her G-spot, saying, "I bet he's wishing his dick was right here, right now, fucking my hot wife!" I played into her fantasy as I rapidly banged her sopping pussy with my fingers.

"Oh fuck, ahhh!" Becca moaned, thrusting her hips up into my fingers. I buried my face back into her clit and licked her to another orgasm.

Becca sat there trembling as she came down from her orgasm, and she caught her breath after a few minutes. She straightened her bikini and stood up, walked to the platform over the water, and dove in, topless. She swam around in her thin bikini wiping the evidence of our sex from her body. She climbed the platform and laid back on her chair where she dozed off.

Becca and I took a dinner cruise on a catamaran that night. Ted went to the bar and made friends with a group of tourists from Canada. As Becca and I ate our dinner, we discussed the day's events.

"I can't believe how hot today was," I said grinning.

"I'm worried we took it too far," Becca said, concerned.

"I don't think so. The fact that he thinks you don't know keeps it somewhat okay," I rationalized.

"I can't believe I sent him that picture," Becca shook her head. "And I can't believe your best friend said he'd love to fuck me."