08-07-2020, 08:10 AM
Rekha and I made our way back down the trail to our car. She held me all the way and thanked me for understanding her behaviour at the beach. I told her that she was great and it was nice to see the other side of her. Rekha and I made our way back to the hotel that afternoon feeling very horny from our experience at the nudist beach. We did not talk much but I could sense the thought rolling through her head. My thoughts were more about Rekha’s inhibited behaviour at the beach. It excited me very much that my wife of several years could in one morning at the beach reveal so much about herself that I did not know about. The fact that she stripped naked and openly showed her pussy to strangers, the fact that she rubbed suntan oil on another man’s cock gave me a hard-on while we drove back to the hotel. The highlight of her behaviour to me was that she displayed a devilish, sluttish side about herself when she chose to ridicule her hubby by comparing my small cock to the monster cocks of the men around us. It satisfied me that my wife was now open about her sexual inhibitions and was willing to explore them in front of me – at least this was better than cheating on me.
When we got back to our hotel room I could not wait to fuck Rekha. She teasingly suggested that we save that event for the evening. Instead she asked help prepare her pussy for the evening by shaving it clean. So I got out the shaving foam and razors and shaved her already shaven pussy until it was smooth as silk. She asked me what should she wear for dinner that evening and I told her anything she wanted. I told her to surprise me.
That evening she told me to wait downstairs at the hotel bar for her because she wanted to doll up for me. I went to the bar and ordered a drink and waited for her. About 45min later there appeared Rekha. The entire pub (mostly men) focussed on her. She was dressed like a slut. Tight fitting top with lots of boobs showing and definitely no bra. Her top was short … above her belly. She wore a very short mini skirt and high heels. I bought her a drink and we left to meet Hans and guys for dinner.
At dinner the guys complimented Rekha on her beauty. They insisted that she sit between Hans and Eric while Jan and myself sat at the opposite side of the table. Dinner was great and there was lots of chit chat. Hans told us about the lovely villa that they were living in and offered it to us on our next visit. Rekha suggested that we should see it before we leave. After dinner we went to check out Hans’ villa.
It was stunning and had everything – Jacuzzi, pool, enough rooms for up to six people and magnificent views of the ocean & town. Since it was very late and the cab service over for the night, Hans suggested that we stay over. It was a long walk back to our hotel … about 20 mins … so we accepted. He showed us to our room but apologised for the two separate single beds. He offered us his room with king bed but we refused. Since we were staying over, we sat in the lounge chatting and sipping some red wine for some time.
I was feeling tired and suggested to Rekha that we retire for the evening. She agreed and looking a somewhat intoxicated with the drinks she reached for her handbag that was on the floor. She did so bending over the couch she was sitting on. It was at that moment that all the men in the room went silent. I was shocked and at what I saw. My wife Rekha was wearing a short mini skirt with NO PANTIES. She then stood up and said good night to everyone.
Hans immediately suggested that we should have one last drink for the night. Rekha asked me if I wanted to stay for the last drink. Hans then poured out the drinks and sat next to Rekha on one side while Eric sat on the other. I sat opposite them with Jan. Hans spoke to Eric in Dutch briefly and Rekha insisted to know what he was saying. Both guys giggled a little until Jan revealed that they were curious why she was not wearing panties. Rekha laughed out aloud and said that seeing that everyone knows the truth is that she ran out of fresh underwear and had no choice but to not wear any. And in any case she felt comfortable because everyone has already seen her naked already.
When we got back to our hotel room I could not wait to fuck Rekha. She teasingly suggested that we save that event for the evening. Instead she asked help prepare her pussy for the evening by shaving it clean. So I got out the shaving foam and razors and shaved her already shaven pussy until it was smooth as silk. She asked me what should she wear for dinner that evening and I told her anything she wanted. I told her to surprise me.
That evening she told me to wait downstairs at the hotel bar for her because she wanted to doll up for me. I went to the bar and ordered a drink and waited for her. About 45min later there appeared Rekha. The entire pub (mostly men) focussed on her. She was dressed like a slut. Tight fitting top with lots of boobs showing and definitely no bra. Her top was short … above her belly. She wore a very short mini skirt and high heels. I bought her a drink and we left to meet Hans and guys for dinner.
At dinner the guys complimented Rekha on her beauty. They insisted that she sit between Hans and Eric while Jan and myself sat at the opposite side of the table. Dinner was great and there was lots of chit chat. Hans told us about the lovely villa that they were living in and offered it to us on our next visit. Rekha suggested that we should see it before we leave. After dinner we went to check out Hans’ villa.
It was stunning and had everything – Jacuzzi, pool, enough rooms for up to six people and magnificent views of the ocean & town. Since it was very late and the cab service over for the night, Hans suggested that we stay over. It was a long walk back to our hotel … about 20 mins … so we accepted. He showed us to our room but apologised for the two separate single beds. He offered us his room with king bed but we refused. Since we were staying over, we sat in the lounge chatting and sipping some red wine for some time.
I was feeling tired and suggested to Rekha that we retire for the evening. She agreed and looking a somewhat intoxicated with the drinks she reached for her handbag that was on the floor. She did so bending over the couch she was sitting on. It was at that moment that all the men in the room went silent. I was shocked and at what I saw. My wife Rekha was wearing a short mini skirt with NO PANTIES. She then stood up and said good night to everyone.
Hans immediately suggested that we should have one last drink for the night. Rekha asked me if I wanted to stay for the last drink. Hans then poured out the drinks and sat next to Rekha on one side while Eric sat on the other. I sat opposite them with Jan. Hans spoke to Eric in Dutch briefly and Rekha insisted to know what he was saying. Both guys giggled a little until Jan revealed that they were curious why she was not wearing panties. Rekha laughed out aloud and said that seeing that everyone knows the truth is that she ran out of fresh underwear and had no choice but to not wear any. And in any case she felt comfortable because everyone has already seen her naked already.
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