Vanessa’s Swimsuit
It was a lazy afternoon. My best-friend-turned-wife, Vanessa, had been married to me for several years now.
Everything was going wonderfully! I made a decent living now, compared to when we had made our vows before God. Although I must admit that during that season of life, we had slipped back a bit into simply being in “friends mode”. The stresses of work and other responsibilities seemed to be crowding out the sexual side of our relationship, and though it had been going on for a while, and I hadn’t even really noticed it. It wasn’t due to any marital problems, but more just reverting to our original relationship, as we were simply too tired for sex some nights.
Ever the hostess, Vanessa loved inviting family and friends to our upscale apartment in the city. On this particular day, we were expecting a visit from some family. The sliding door was open, letting in a fresh breeze from the balcony.
“They’re here!” Vanessa called to me excitedly, running downstairs to meet her sisters at the building’s lobby.
The next several minutes were a swirl of gorgeous, giggling young women as Vanessa and her sisters caught up with each other about their lives. They drank some homemade lemonade in the kitchen and prepared to head down to the pool.
One of my sisters-in-law, Irene, brought me a glass of the lemonade, which Vanessa had poured for me. Irene’s broad hips swayed pleasantly as she addressed me, “John, you really should come down to the pool with us!”
“Oh, don’t bother,” Vanessa called out from the kitchen. “I’ve tried to convince him to come along, but he’s intent on installing that air conditioner.”
She gestured towards a window unit we had ordered to try to counteract the unusually hot summer temperatures. It was still sitting in its half-open box as I was trying to find the best place to plug it in where it could still reach a window.
The voices of Andrea and Gemma joined in the cacophony as they tried to persuade me to come along.
“Thanks, sisters,” I said, “but with all the overtime I’ve been working, if I don’t do this today, I might not have a chance until next weekend. Weatherman says it’s going to be 102 degrees on Monday.”
They all laughed and said they understood, making comments about the hot summer and the stress of our various jobs. As they did so, they each pulled off shirts and shorts to reveal attractive, yet tasteful swimsuits underneath.
The lithe, edgy, heavily-tattooed Andrea wore a stunning black bikini which showed off her flat stomach and long legs, her long thick waves of dark hair cascading delightfully across her deeply tanned shoulders.
Gemma, a classy beauty with long strawberry blonde hair and high cheekbones, wore a simple Olympic-style one-piece that seemed to struggle with the sheer size of her hips and bosom.
Irene, the youngest and shortest (and most forward, still being single), wore a hot pink, surprisingly revealing, yet still tasteful, bikini that made me almost embarrassed to look for too long.
Last but not least, my beloved Vanessa wore her simple black swimsuit, one that I particularly loved. It gave the appearance of a tank top fused to a tennis skirt. It had a pleasingly low neckline that gave an ample visual of her amazing breasts. I knew though from the pleasant experience of seeing her take it off in the past that there was a matching black bikini thong that was worn underneath the skirt, so it really was a two-piece.
The four lovely women filed past and shouted pleasant thanks for the lemonade, which I had made earlier that day, and I wished them a good swim while continuing to prepare to install the air conditioner.
Being a bit of a perfectionist, I decided to clean that area of the apartment and Windex the glass of the window I finally decided on.
The courtyard pool was just out of view from our upper-floor corner apartment, but still I heard the pleasant sounds of the indistinct words and giggles of my wife and her sisters as I went about my chores.
My mind began to wander a bit, pondering on the fact that the swimming pool was located directly below the windows of our apartment complex’s gym. I imagined how anyone working out at that time was no doubt being treated to some very pleasant scenery indeed.
The soft sounds of my wife’s and sisters-in-law’s voices, occasionally punctuated by a loud shriek or giggle from one of them, combined with the chirping of the birds, and the deep hypnotic bass sounds of the busy city, all worked together to make my eyelids heavy. I had worked 70 hours the previous week, and while Vanessa and I enjoyed the fruits of my labor, I was often tired. As I stifled a yawn, I pondered when the last time we had sex was. I stretched out for a bit on the floor, my mind wandering and my breathing becoming more rhythmic and blissful.
And before I knew it, I was asleep.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I heard the door to the apartment opening. I rubbed my eyes and put on my glasses, and looked up to see Vanessa, alone this time, sauntering down the hallway and into the well-lit living room. Small droplets of water adorned her exposed skin and glistened like diamonds in the fading afternoon sunlight.
And then came a moment I have never forgotten. Vanessa locked eyes with me and made one of the naughtiest faces I’ve ever seen, and lifted the skirt of her swimsuit right as she passed directly in front of the open sliding door. I gasped as I realized she wasn’t wearing the thong underneath. She held the skirt up for some time, clearly giving me (and anyone else who may have happened to be looking at our window) a very nice view of her upper legs, thighs, glistening pussy, and finally her rounded ass as she turned to go into the master bedroom.
I sat there stunned for about a minute, before getting up and walking into our bedroom. Vanessa lay across our bed, completely naked. I noticed her wet swimsuit and towel were draped across the dresser.
“What was that all about?” I asked incredulously, looking back at my stunning wife.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she purred, her eyes gleaming.
“Oh come on, Ness! You know,” I countered.
Vanessa looked back at me with big eyes, playing innocent. “No, I don’t know, Sweetheart. Whatever could you be talking about?” she asked, a slight smirk playing across her full lips.
I began to pull off my clothing and climbed onto the bed where she lay. If her naughtiness just a few moments ago hadn’t turned me on enough as it was, her angelic, innocent denial of it all was driving me insane with lust for her.
“Oh, shut up,” I said. “Are you an exhibitionist, Ness?” I was naked as I uttered her name.
She suddenly reached out, and pulled me into her extra-large bosom as I let out a soft yelp. My whole body shook and trembled like a live wire as she gently tilted my head to look into her almond-shaped eyes.
My dick was throbbing my now.
“Well, if I am,” Vanessa cooed in a voice barely above a whisper, “then what are you gonna do about it?”
I couldn’t contain myself anymore. But maybe that’s what she intended.
Vanessa and I locked lips passionately, our naked skin slapping loudly together as we tumbled and rolled violently in the bed, her voice erupting in primal moans as I penetrated her.
Our sex was passionate and intense that evening, like rolling thunder spreading across the sky.
Later, during a brief respite, I found her bikini thong folded neatly on the dresser underneath her towel, but unlike the rest of her swimsuit, it wasn’t noticeably wet. The thought of what that seemed to imply made my heart skip a couple of beats, but I didn’t mention it to her. I didn’t know if she had simply taken it off upon entering our apartment and wrapped it up in her towel before she walked past me (and the window), or if she actually had swam that whole afternoon with her sisters without anything covering her ass and pussy, except for that short billowy skirt. Somehow, not knowing made the whole evening seem even more intoxicating and mysterious.
We continued our wild frenzy of unbridled lovemaking as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon and several soft points of light appeared in the night sky. Eventually, the sounds of the distant city traffic combined with the rhythm of our exhausted breathing, and we fell asleep satisfied in each other’s arms.
I never did install the air conditioner that weekend.
When I marry I pray to that there are sexy moments like this. Great story, got me thinking about the future
I pray you have more than you could ever hope and dream. 🙏 God bless you
Nice story NorthernSky! I appreciate the buildup and setting, as they played well into the actual heat of the story, which was her (alleged 😉) exhibitionism.
Nicely done and very hot.
Thank you Kingdom Man! Always appreciate your feedback; I’m glad you enjoyed the story! It happened a few years ago, and I still treasure the memory.
Northern, yet another beautiful memory of you and your lovely bride Vanessa.
Something that stands out to me is this. The way you describe her sisters and the honesty about how beautiful you find them.
In our marriage for a long time being dissatisfied with my own appearance I it was very disapproving of leaving the glance from my husband. At times, it would turn into a battle between us.
The inability to accept that all of us will notice something attractive in another person at one time or another is a lie and an indicator of possessiveness and jealousy.
All too often, we as married people and believers concentrate on the big sins, not recognizing that it's the little sins that contribute to the big sins.
Being able to be open about something as simple as saying he or she is attractive or is funny or is smart or that you have admiration for someone, should drive be a wedge into a relationship.
As couples we have to understand that we are all capable of looking at other people and finding them attractive. It's just a fact, something at one time I could not come to grips with and many others cannot as well.
Now to lust or flirt with another with the intention of leading them on to bigger expectations would be wrong.
But the ability to look at someone and see their feminine or masculine qualities is a natural thing.
Being able to be honest and open with one another as a couple should be centered and foremost in all matters.
Being that monogamy includes at its core two people who are pledged to be sexually intimate only to one another.
If our spouse has been backed in a corner and cannot be honest about what it is that they desire sexually or find desirable then how can we expect to be what it is they need us to be.
If you went to a restaurant and requested an order for something and they brought you another dish completely because they felt this is something you would probably like. Would you accept that? Of course you wouldn't. And you would never go back to that restaurant again.
If we are offering and expecting our spouses to accept any attitude or limitation we put on our sexual interaction including our own sexual appeal to them how can we expect them to be happy with us. And this goes for both male and female. All the pressure is not on the women fellas. You guys have to step up to the plate as well.
Anyone who knows anything about us knows that we came to a point where we had a sexual revolution. And part of that was the honesty that had come out now between us The ability to be able to communicate with one another without fear of judgment or loss. The ability to be best friends and talk about things that are sexual together. To accept our sex life and make it a great one.
We are able at this point to take those things that at one Time would be a point of contention between us and through honesty, humor, interest we are able to take it and make it into something to enhance our own sexual relationship.
You and your sweet Vanessa have this honesty between you, and that is commendable and is a lesson to all of us that we have to stop the pretension and the religiosity. Let's be married sexual beings, and let's enjoy it. Discuss sex find out what you like and what you don't like find out what turns you on and what does not turn you on. And we need to capitalize on that to make our sex lives all that much better.
Lady L. 💋❤️
Thank you so much Tutchh! I always enjoy reading your comments, and I feel you are very wise. I think that for me and Vanessa, being friends first helped lay the foundations for us feel relaxed like that, although we became more comfortable being open with each other with marriage and growing together. I met her and her sisters basically at the same time, and although none of them were exactly my “type” growing up, I admit my body did respond inadvertently at times with arousal from seeing all of them. But Vanessa and I had a deeper connection and she’s the one that I ultimately fell for. So glad that I did, and still do, with each passing day! ❤️
I love it when my wife flashes me tah tahs or pussy! Thanks for the intriguing & relatable story. Getting some rest and getting some Lov’n were more important than the AC… although I hope you got it installed. You definitely got some cum installed – along with an increased bond for each other.
BTW, we know how work can make it so you are too tired for sex – especially when you’re both working.
Ya just have to strive to keep sex a priority. Interestingly enough, after we retired we started having sex way more frequently. We found making a sex schedule worked for us. It was every other day for a long time. Now it’s every 3-4 days… but usually every three days. We really wish we’d established a sex schedule back when we were still both working.
Loved your comment! And thanks for the input. Yes it can be hard to make time for, but 100% worth-it!!
And yes, it did get the AC installed eventually; this was a few years ago but IIRC one of my friends helped me while his wife chatted with Vanessa. It was a fun time.
That's hot! Wow, if she went swimming without the bottoms, oh my, that is hot.
The mystery of it is so fun! The maddening arousal of what if! That is awesome.
Good story. Nice touch seeing all the sisters parading by. But, giving us a look at your bottomless wife is classic! God meant our marriage to be fun! Happy marriage!
Thank you so much for your kind comment! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story!
A story combining many elements that I love…hot summer day, beautiful wife in a swimsuit, horny husband daydreaming about her, then some flashing and seduction and finally hot lovemaking! I really enjoyed this one, NS! As Lady L said above, I also appreciate how that you and Vanessa are open about admiring her sisters while keeping your sexual thoughts only directed at her. I look forward to someday directing that kind of basic admiration for any attractive person to my future husband and letting it present as hot sexy activity. And wearing swimsuits that he likes. 😉
Thank you so much for such a kind comment LLL! I always enjoy reading what you have to say, and I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and like the themes I write about!