The Bikini (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
“Big girls don’t wear bikinis.” At least that’s what my mother told me. My parents were taking us to the beach, our first trip since I had blossomed into early maturity. I was the youngest of three sisters and by far the heaviest. They had picked out the skimpiest things my dad would allow, but my mother took what I had picked out of my hands and replaced it with a rather drab one-piece and skirt.
I don’t think she meant to hurt me, but thousands of times since when holding up any piece of clothing, I had asked myself if a big girl would wear this. Most of the time, the answer was no. It has always infuriated my husband.
We met when I was at my heaviest to date at a bowling alley. He literally bumped into me, spilling my coke all over to my blouse. I was forced to run into the bathroom and change into the shirt I had snuck into my purse – the one I knew my mother wouldn’t let me wear.
I had planned on changing in the back of my friend’s car, but lost my nerve. Now, with no choice, I stood looking at myself in the mirror. Bought secretly with babysitting money, the new blouse was form-fitting, showed a little too much cleavage, and was probably the most daring thing I had ever bought without my mother’s knowledge.
As I stood fiddling with the fit, “A big girl wouldn’t wear this,” played through my mind in my mother’s voice. I hung my head, but at the moment, I didn’t have another option.
When I opened the ladies’ room door, there he stood, the guy that ruined my blouse. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and I couldn’t help but notice him scan me from head to toe. He was tall, well-built, and had the most piercing eyes I had ever seen. I blushed and started to bolt, but the kindness in his voice captured me. I have been his ever since.
That was a long time and three kids ago, but the memory still made me smile. We were married before I told him of the words my mother said to me. He was angry – at her. He fussed at the ridiculousness of it all, told me how beautiful I was, then unceremoniously stripped my clothes off and did me over the kitchen bar.
There had been many of those encounters. Almost every time I would complain about my weight, say depressing things, or wear something overly-frumpy, he’d say the same things and do me, if not right where we were, then the first quiet spot he could find.
There was no doubt he loved me and found me attractive, as evidenced by my frequently sore pussy, but to this day, I still struggled with my mother’s words. They echoed again in my head as I stood in front of the dressing room mirror fiddling first with the bandeau top, then with the full-coverage briefs.
It was technically a bikini, as my husband specified for our anniversary trip, but even with the amount of skin on display, I knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with this choice. He had been hinting at this certain beach trip for a while, and not so subtlety suggesting what I wear.
The thought both thrilled and terrified me. I knew my husband thought I was beautiful, and I’d even started seeing myself that way, but the thought of someone on the beach sharing my mother’s opinion brought up all the feelings of fear and doubt. Not that this would be for them, but still, I didn’t need to feel bad about myself.
Huffing at my reflection, I thought about opening the door and getting his opinion, but I knew what his reaction would be, and I wasn’t sure I was secure enough for him to do me in the dressing room of a crowded mall, so I took my hand from the doorknob and picked up the bikini I knew he would really want me to wear. Of course, after he saw me in this thing, he would probably still do me in the dressing room of a crowded mall.
It was a bikini in the truest sense, like a barely there, almost naked bikini. My mother definitely would not approve. The cups, if you could call them that, barely covered my nipples and my boobs hung out on all sides. Needing to know, I bounced on my toes to test the security of my modesty. Wow. I tucked my boobs back in and decided I would have to be careful with the jiggle.
The bottoms were three strings and another triangle, scandalous for a Sunday School teacher by anyone’s standard. My husband would be thrilled. So far, only he and my doctor had seen this much of me.
I took a deep breath, then pulled an alcohol wipe from my purse and quickly sanitized what I was sure was about to be the next place of my marital defilement. Then taking a deep breath, I opened the door, even uncharacteristically striking a brazen pose. My husband immediately got that look.
The tent in his pants led the way, and I was soon in his arms and melting into his kiss. “You are the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen,” he said.
Still feeling brazen I said, “Prove it.” That was either a mistake or a stroke of genius. I didn’t have time to think about it. He spun me around and guided me to my hands and knees, dropped his pants, then plunged inside me beside the tiny string.
The poor top didn’t stand a chance and my boobs were soon swinging free. I loved this part. Him taking me in pure lust made me feel like a woman desired. I pushed back into his thrusts, but then I thought about the bikini. From this angle, all that was visible were the tiny strings on my shoulders, and my mother’s words came flooding back.
My husband sensed the change in me, but before I could burst into tears, he pulled out of me. Then hooking one of his arms around my shoulder and the other under my knee, he flipped me onto my back. Then he stood between my open legs and stole my breath with those piercing eyes.
“How many times do I have to tell you how beautiful you are? How many times do you have to see how hard you make me, and how many times do I have to fuck you silly before you realize how desirable I find you?”
His words stung, not because they were harsh, but because I knew they were true. Then I did burst into tears. His gaze softened and he knelt beside me. “I love you,” he said. “Please see what I see. Be a woman, be my wife, and stop being that hurt little girl.”
Then the tears really came. He laid beside me and held me through it. I wanted to be what he saw and think of myself as he did. He had given me so much evidence to prove his words, to prove what he felt.
Emotions and thoughts tangled in my mind. Why not believe him? Why not take his word? He loved me. He married me. He had never once called me anything but beautiful and sexy. He had never once done anything but try to bolster my self-confidence. And he was always fucking me.
Memories passed through my mind, my heart swelled, and I smiled at him, then kissed him. Feeling playful I said, “Maybe if you would fuck me just one more time.” He did. That was definitely a stroke of genius.
The beach was hot for the end of May, and maybe a little crowded. The sand crunched lightly under my feet, and the blue water of the ocean beautifully reflected the sun. Walking to the water’s edge, I let the waves lap at my feet.
Feeling the heat on my skin, I lifted my arms, twirled, then turned to face my husband. He was tall, well-built, and had the most piercing eyes I had ever seen. They scanned every inch of me as I strode toward him. A few feet away, I raised my sunglasses and winked, then I peeled the coverup from my shoulders and let it fall.
Then I bounced on my toes and ran to my husband. Feeling his embrace and approval, I finally knew that my mother was wrong.
Your best story so far KM! My wife had a kind mother but was teased in school about her weight. She was also teased in high school about her D cup breasts.
Sometimes she still doesn’t like her boob-size. I on the other hand adore her big beautiful breasts! I still find her gorgeous in her mid-70s! Her voluptuous body is my happy place!
Like the husband in this story I strive to help my Melody feel beautiful. I was praying for her recently for her to see her beauty n I asked God to help her. I felt the Still Small Voice tell me,”That’s YOUR job!”
So I keep doing my job including loving her & fucking her frequently – and yes, a passionate erotic sex session is absolutely still making love! I feel so blessed to have her as my wife!
I wanna add that a person who is kind has enhanced their physical beauty – that also describes my Melody. My first wife became the opposite and when I met Melody 3 years after my divorce I found kindness… and beauty… and sexiness… etc.
Thanks LM! I’m glad you liked it so much!
“That’s YOUR job!” – I couldn’t agree more. Thank you for your comment!
I recently saw a quote that says husbands usually fall in love and stay in love with the soul of their wife. So no matter how her body changes over time, he still loves her and desires her above all others.
Please wives, believe us husbands when we say and show you that we do love you!
I believe in falling in love with the soul of your wife, but I also believe in falling in love with her body.
♥️Love,❤️ love, ❤️love
This story had so many lessons for all of us has to how important our words are in their lives.
As Time passes all of us go through changes male and female. And it is so so important for all of us to continually with our words and actions let our love and approval be known to our spouses.
A person's self-image will control a couples sex life and satisfaction.
And receiving loving approval causes a reaction of giving more as a result of love.
Thank you Tutchh. I’m glad you loved it. 😊
I LOVE THIS STORY, and especially the last few lines. This one definitely has a "happy ending". 😉
My first wife was my high school girlfriend. Her mother was not subtle about criticizing "Michelle" (not her real name) about her weight, plain hair style, braces, etc., while constantly praising her older sister (who actually was "model material" — including the arrogant personality).
The really weird part was that "Michelle" would get ANGRY at me when I complemented her. (It was a mother-daughter version of "Stockholm syndrome"….)
When things were good, they were really good (including the sex!!). But, in the long run, she could not overcome the negative self-image hammered into her by her own mother and sister.
So, THANK YOU for sharing both some deep insights "born of pain" AND the beautiful way that God turned it all around. ("…as evidenced by my frequently sore pussy".)
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[From MH: Sorry to remove a little content here, but in explanation: while it can be encouraging to suggest certain sexual acts to other couples, it can begin to feel inappropriate when it is done in certain ways and especially when unrelated to the story.]
Thank you for your comment and I’m glad you loved this story!
This was a beautiful story. I hate how large women are shamed, especially when it's from loved ones.
Btw, the toe bounce at the end was a great touch. I for one was wondering if she was going to do it 😉
I’m glad you liked it! I’m also glad you noticed that little detail😉
It was excellently suggestive. The implication was more erotic than if you'd been more explicit. I like to imagine that this was just the start of the day and she didn't bother adjusting because she just kept bouncing and running around all day anyway, hehe.
I was actually working on a bikini story when yours dropped, and you have inspired a sequel. Look out for it in 5-6 months.
Who knows what she might have done? 😉
I look forward to your story!
This was a lovely story KM.
As spouses, I strongly believe that part of our biblical role is to love and adore our spouse (I love the love their souls comment, but agree it should be all of them including body and mind). The world expects us to look a certain way and the reality is most don’t.
In fact, the pressure to conform to that model is so ingrained even family can end up hurting them. I see it in stories on here sometimes too – how many of us men have perfectly toned abs, bulging arm muscles and strong legs? Probably the same number, as women that don’t have stretch marks, cellulite and breasts that weren’t as firm as they were when younger.
Don’t get me wrong, we both enjoy reading erotic monogamous stories, but just occasionally wish there where more where the protagonists look like us.
Thank you for your compliment.
It’s true what you say about the protagonist in most stories. And to keep that going, most of the guys are overly hung, super rich, and the honeymoon is some place that most people can’t afford .
Stories like that are fine – I’ve read and enjoyed them. But I also like (and want to see more of) the more realistic couple falling in love, getting it on, or enjoying the fruits of a very healthy marriage.
Thanks for your comment!
Absolutely love this story. One of the biggest turn on for me is when my wife feels and sees the way I see her. I was able to picture this whole story. Good job and always feel confident
That man sees the God given beauty that you have.
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Beautiful story KM! You really have a knack for capturing the female POV! Which makes me want to try again at writing a story from a male perspective. Thanks for the inspiration!
It is so true that society puts these expectations on appearance, for both men and women, but probably more so for women. I've always been on the other end of the spectrum, and as a teen and into my 20s I struggled with feeling gawky and thin, with very small boobs and no curves. I'm glad to say that God helped me change my mindset and appreciate my unique beauty, and consistent exercise and healthy eating have played a big role in giving me much more of a feminine figure. I think the goal should be health, and that will look different for everyone.
Thanks for the compliment LLL! I’d love to see you write a story from the male POV.
I agree with 100% about societal expectations – they’re ridiculous, all but unattainable, and honestly take away from the natural beauty that is unique to the build that God put in us with His natural design.
I usually prefer the Discussion section, and rarely visit the Stories section (because I prefer true stories, and a lot of the ones in the Stories section are fiction).
But, tonight I scrolled through the Stories section. I had forgotten about this one. I'm really glad for the wife, because she got her happy ending. (In fact, many little happy endings along the way.)
I was especially tickled by her second "stroke of genius", when she told her husband, "Maybe if you could fuck me one more time."