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We were on our way to my father-in-law's house on the water. Well, he wasn't actually my father-in-law, he was actually Mark's ex stepfather but he was the only father figure Mark had. Mark's mother got pregnant young and his actual father was never in the picture. Mark had never met him. When Mark was 11 years old his mother married Paul.

Then, after seven years, Mark's mother left Paul for a guy she worked with, whom she also left for another man, but that's another story.

Mark was devastated, I knew that he didn't think of Paul as a father, more like a mentor, but they were close. Mark was still angry at his mom. We were on our way to spend the week with Paul and meet his new girlfriend.

On the way I thought about Paul and Mark I'd met Paul many times and I liked him. I knew he was very present in Mark's life but I also knew that Mark's mother didn't let Paul make a lot of decisions when it came to Mark.

Paul was a big guy, 6"1" and about 200lbs. Paul had salt and pepper hair and blue/qray eyes. He was a good looking man. I admit I always found older men attractive and Paul certainly fit the bill. He was 48 years old and Mark was 27. They'd been together for 16 years.

Mark obviously looked nothing like him. Mark was pretty good looking, 5'10", and about 165 lbs, but he kind of melted into the woodwork when Paul was around.

Paul had a big personality to match his size while Mark not as much. Mark was more quiet and thoughtful. Paul was the type that attacked his goals. He was a well accomplished businessman. Mark worked for Paul in systems management. You could see that Mark admired Paul and really wanted Paul's approval.

Paul lavished approval on Mark. He was truly proud of him.

Paul was also a flirt. He'd never said anything inappropriate to me but he came close, truthfully I didn't mind. I found it both flattering and funny.

As we drove I wished Mark was a bit more like Paul. He could use a little drive. Don't get me wrong. I loved Mark. He was very sweet, treated me well, and he was an extremely considerate husband, but he never really led. I was the one who drove most of the direction of our lives. He didn't mind, he wanted to please me, but every once in a while it would have been nice for him to make the decisions.

We pulled up to the house. I'd been here before. Mark and I had been married two years, so we'd had lots of opportunities to visit. It was beautiful, was in a gated community, and private. The house had its own deep water dock and Paul had a boat there.

We rang the doorbell. It was answered by a beautiful woman. I knew this must be Karen, Paul's new girlfriend. I knew she was 35 from what Mark had told me. Yes, I'd done the creepy scale math. 1/2 his age plus 7. 48/2=24+7=31. She was well within the old enough to date limit. However If Mark hadn't told me I would have put her just a little older than my 26 years. She had long brown hair down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a yellow string bikini that showed a ton of skin. She looked good. She was about 5'3" and had a great figure.

A big smile crossed her face. "Oh my god," she exclaimed. "You must be Mark and Shelly. Come in, come in."

She yelled into the house, "Paul, Mark and Shelly are here."

Then she seemed to notice the way she was dressed.

"Oh, forgive me," she said. "I was out tanning on the deck."

I was about to respond when Paul entered the room.

"Hey guys,," he hugged us both. I always felt small in his arms. "So glad to see you. How was the drive?"

"Uneventful," Mark answered, "but we're glad to be here."

"Well we're glad to have you," Karen responded.

"Where are my manners," said Paul. "Karen, This is Mark and his beautiful wife, Shelly."

"Pleased to meet you," she said and then to me, "and you certainly are beautiful."

I blushed. I knew I wasn't bad to look at. At 5'1", 110 lbs, and shoulder length blonde hair, I got my share of looks, but somehow when she said it it made me self conscious.

"Come in, come in," Karen said.

"Are you hungry? Would you like a drink?" asked Paul.

We both accepted a drink and all went out on the deck to enjoy the view of the water. It was a beautiful day and the conversation flowed smoothly. Karen and Paul met through a mutual friend. They'd hit it off immediately and started dating about six months ago. Paul for his part looked very happy.

The whole time we were there Karen lounged around in her bikini. She had a great body. I didn't blame her. It just felt weird hanging around fully dressed with her in a bathing suit.

After a little getting to know each other Karen turned to me and said, "Why don't you throw on a suit and enjoy the sun with me."

I looked at Mark.

"You don't have to check with him," she said. "Besides, I want to get a look at that hot body."

I blushed. I wasn't sure what to say.

"Come on, I'll show you your room where you can change."

I didn't know what else to do so I just followed her.

"Here ya go," she said.

She opened the door to a large guest room. It had a king size bed and, on the outside wall, a big set of glass French doors leading to an outside deck. I noticed there were no curtains on the doors. At first I wondered where I would change, but then I realized the windows faced the water and no one could see me unless they were on a boat or the deck.

I pulled my bathing suit out of my bag and started to undress. As I did I thought of her words, 'look at that hot body'.

There was a full length mirror in the room. As I undressed I looked at myself in the mirror. 'Hot body' I thought. Mark never said I was hot. He always said I was beautiful.

The guy I dated before Mark always said I was hot. What he actually said was, "You've got a fucking hot body." I always felt sexy when he said it. I felt hot. It made me want to dress and be sexier. He in return encouraged me to be sexy. Sometimes it scared me how much I enjoyed it. He'd always encourage me to wear a shorter skirt, or show more cleavage, I almost always did. He even got me to flash his friends every once in a while. When he took me to New Orleans I got lots of beads.

It was a very hot, sexual, and passionate relationship. I loved the way it made me feel when I was showing off. We would make a game of noticing men look at me. I'd give them a little smile and show a lot of leg, or let them see my panties. This always made me horny and led to great sex. There wasn't a lot of love. I don't think he really understood love. He was good to me, but really didn't ever consider my needs or wants. It ended when I came home and found him in bed with another woman. He didn't even look guilty. He just told me to take my clothes off and get my hot ass into bed. I turned and left.

Truthfully if he'd asked me to have a threesome I probably would have said yes. In fact, I know I would have. The idea turned me on then and does now, but I wanted it to happen with someone I loved. I wanted to know that years from then I would be holding hands and laughing with him over stuff we did when we were younger. He was not that man. We never went out again. I met Mark a year later.

Mark was different, loving, considerate, and kind. He made me feel special, loved. I easily fell in love with Mark and was thrilled when he asked me to marry him. Standing in front of the mirror though, I wondered if he ever thought I was hot

I had brought three bathing suits. I knew we'd be in the boat. All bikinis. I pulled one on and headed back to the deck.

Karen was the first to see me, "Wow, you do have a hot body," she said. Then to Paul, "You never told me how sexy she was."

Paul replied, "She certainly is."

She turned back to me. "You need a bathing suit that shows off more of those assets." Then she laughed, handed me a drink, and said, "You're gorgeous."

I sat down. I felt a little flush at the attention, but, I liked it. It had been awhile since I'd been so blatantly admired. It made me tingle.

I was feeling a little bold, "I take it you approve of the bathing suit?"

"Oh no," said a Karen. "The bathing suit covers too much. That body needs to be shown off. Don't you agree Mark?"

They finally brought Mark into the conversation.

He looked at me, smiled at me, and said, "Yes, she's beautiful."

Karen pushed it. "Yes, she's beautiful, but she's more than that, she's sexy, sensual. I can sense it in her. Don't you agree."

Mark didn't answer.

Karen kept pushing. "Don't you think she's sexy?"

Mark looked a bit uncomfortable. Then he said, "I've always thought she was sexy."

Mark never said I was sexy, or hot. He was more of the love type. He adored me, and let me know it, but he was not really comfortable with blatant sexuality. Don't get me wrong, we had lots of sex, but it was mostly about love, not fucking.

We all chatted for a while and as the sun went down we realized we hadn't eaten. Karen suggested we go out. Mark and I went to change for dinner.

We got ready for dinner. I pulled on some jeans, a nice top, and heels. I touched up my makeup. Mark got dressed and we left the room to meet Karen and Paul.

Karen was wearing a skin tight sheath halter dress that barely covered her ass. It had a cowl neck and showed some cleavage. The back was open and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I felt inappropriately dressed.

Karen looked at me. "No, no, that won't do," she said.

She took my arm, "we'll be right back," she told the guys.

She guided me to her room. I was slightly shorter than her, but other than that we were the same size.

"Let's get you something that will make everyone jealous that our men have such sexy women with them." She explained.

She pulled out a red wrap dress. It was beautiful. Then she turned to me and started to undress me. I should have stopped her. I could undress myself but somehow I was mesmerized by what she was doing. There was something inside me that was enjoying her taking control.

She pulled my top up over my head. I lifted my arms to help her. Then she undid my jeans and pushed them down over my hips. She knelt down in front of me and pushed them the rest of the way to the floor. I was aware her face was right in front of my crotch as I stepped out of my jeans. I was wearing a mismatched bra and cotton panties. I felt a little embarrassed wishing I was wearing something prettier.

She helped me try on the wrap dress. It looked good on me. The neckline dipped a little deep. My bra showed.

"I have a pin in my purse," I suggested.

"Don't be silly, we'll just lose the bra," she replied.

We'll? I thought.

I should have protested. Instead I pulled the dress off my shoulders and removed my bra.

"Nice tits," Karen observed.

I blushed, but I also felt a little pride. "Thanks," I said.

I tied the wrap of the dress closed. I admit I looked good.

"I can see panty lines," Karen said.

"I can go change," I volunteered. I had thongs in my bag.

"Nonsense, just lose the panties," she said matter of factly.

I just stood there. I wasn't sure what to do.

"Oh come on," she said. "I'm not wearing any."

She pulled her dress up to her hips to show me. I noticed her pussy was shaved bald.

I hesitated for a moment then reached under my dress and pushed my panties to the floor. I stepped out of them and picked them up. I hadn't gone pantyless for years. I realized I still liked the feeling. I felt naughty.

I stood there holding the panties in my hand.

"I'll take those," said Karen.

Absentmindedly I just handed them to her.

"Let's go," she said.

We headed out to join the guys.

"Ok, you girls look hot," said Paul. "Don't they?" He asked Mark

"They look very nice," Mark agreed.

"Nice?," exclaimed Paul. "Nice? They looking fucking fantastic. Hot as hell. Everyone will be jealous of us tonight."

"Oh," said Karen. "And just so you know, neither of us are wearing underwear."

She handed my panties to Mark. He just stared at them.

"Even better," said Paul. "Let's go."

We all headed for the door. Mark, not knowing what else to do, put my panties in his pocket.

As we walked out I noticed Paul's hand on Karen's ass. I was kind of jealous. I looked at Mark. He smiled at me.

I climbed in the car and my dress at the wrap split open almost to my pussy. I looked to see if Mark noticed. He had, he was staring. He didn't say anything. I caught his eyes and smiled. Mark looked confused but didn't say anything. Then I noticed Paul looking. He gave me a big smile and a thumbs up. I blushed and my body flushed and felt warm.

We headed for dinner. We were led to a square table and we all sat down, Paul on one side of me Mark on the other. As I sat down the dress again fell to either side of my legs. When I looked up Paul had a big smile for me. Mark kind of looked puzzled.

Dinner was nice, good company, good conversation. I forgot completely about my dress. At one point I dropped my napkin. I bent down to pick it up. As I did my legs spread a bit. I looked up Paul was grinning. I realized my pussy was on full display. I blushed and threw my napkin at him. He just laughed and said beautiful.

I closed my legs and wondered what he thought. Karen's pussy was shaved clean. Mine was close cropped and bikini trimmed but not bald. Funny, I didn't mind that he saw me, I was worried he might not have liked what he saw.

Mark just looked at me. We continued dinner, still having fun. As we left the restaurant Mark asked me why I threw my napkin at Paul. I explained how I flashed Paul and what he saw.

Mark just said, "Oh."

We all got into the car. Mark and I sat in the back seat. Again my dress fell apart. Karen had turned in her seat.

"I hear you gave a Paul a little show at dinner," she laughed.

I blushed. I was surprised when Mark answered. "Yeah, I missed it."

Mark never talked like that. I was shocked.

Karen reached back and playfully and pushed one half my dress away from my leg. "I wanna see," she said.

I blushed again but didn't adjust the dress. I was enjoying the feeling of being exposed and being noticed.

"Nice," she said. Then to Mark, "What do you think?"

Mark looked like a deer in the headlights. "Ummm..."

"Come on," said Karen. "She is one hot sexy woman."

"Yes she is," said Mark

I was surprised, again, hot and sexy were not words Mark would normally use to describe me, but I liked it.

I was feeling naughty. I didn't cover myself the whole way home. I wasn't even careful when Paul held the door for me as I got out of the car. Paul got a great eyeful.

"Hey," laughed Paul. "Your sexy wife is flashing me again."

Mark just laughed.

Me? I was feeling sexy. I was enjoying being admired. I forgot how much I enjoyed it and realized that I missed it.

Karen said, "I missed it," in a pouty voice.

What the hell I thought. I was a little ahead of the three of them. I pulled my dress up in the back and showed my ass.

"That better?" I asked.

"Much," said Karen. Then she added, "Mark, what do you think of your wife's sexy ass."

"It's gorgeous," he said.

I was still processing how Mark was relating to this, but so far so good.

We went to have one last drink on the deck. Karen and I were leaning over the rail looking over the water. It was beautiful with the sounds of nature filling the air.

"This is beautiful," I said.

"Almost perfect," said Paul.

"Almost?" I asked. "What could be better?"

Karen laughed. "I know what he wants."

Looking at the water, her back to Mark and Paul, she reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up over her ass.

"That better?" She asked.

"Almost perfect," said Paul.

Karen looked at me. I laughed. I grabbed the skirt of my dress and pulled it up over my ass. "How about now?" I asked laughing.

"Perfect," said Paul. "Mark?"

Mark looked stunned, not sure what to say. We all looked at him.

"Ppperfect," he stammered.

We finished off our drinks, neither Karen or I trying to cover up.

Finally it was time for bed. We said our good nights. When Karen hugged me she grabbed my ass. Paul smacked it as I walked away. I giggled and called him a naughty man. He just laughed.

When we got to our room I turned to kiss a Mark. He kissed me back. It was a passionate kiss. I slid my hand down his body to his cock. It was hard as a rock.

"Oh?," I asked. "What made you so hard?"

"You," was all he answered.

"Me? what about me?" I teased.

"Looking at your ass," he replied.

"You've seen my ass before," I reasoned.

"Well," he said shyly.

"What?, you can tell me. Was it seeing Karen's ass?" I went on.

"No," he said. Then sheepishly. "It was knowing another man saw you."

"So, me showing off to other men turned you on?" I clarified.

"Yes," he said. He sounded like he was afraid I'd be mad.

"Wow, I never knew that," I laughed and I kissed him.

"Even Paul?" I asked.

He blushed. I let it go.

"It turns me on too," I said and kissed him, hard.

We couldn't undress each other fast enough. I was so wet I needed no foreplay. He was on top of me pumping me hard and I was moaning. Visions of Paul seeing my ass and pussy ran through my head. I thought about showing off to strangers.

I rolled over so I was on top. As I fucked him I whispered in his ear.

"So you liked me showing off my ass? Would you like me to do it again?"

He moaned.

"Oh? You'd like that? Strange men seeing my ass? I'd do that, it turned me on too."

He moaned again.

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "and you know what else?" I paused and rolled my hips with his cock in me. "don't forget," I waited and pushed down hard on his cock. "When I got out of the car," I paused again. "Paul saw my pussy too."

That set Mark off. "Oh my god," Mark moaned as he started to flood my pussy with cum.

The feeling of his cum hot against the walls of my pussy brought me to a moaning orgasm. "Oh god, oh god, fuck yes."

Fuck yes? I never used that term before when having sex with Mark. For the first time in years I swore during sex.

We cuddled for a while.

I spoke first, "You really like that another man saw me?"

He didn't respond.

"It's ok. We never talk about our fantasies. I won't hold them against you. I love you," I went on. "Did you like that someone saw my ass and pussy?"

"I guess" he responded.

"Guess?" I asked.

"Well, maybe," he said. Then "I'm tired let's get some sleep."

I didn't push it. He'd given me a lot to think about. He was bringing up fantasies I'd forgotten I had. How would he take it knowing I like showing off? I liked flashing people. I'd often masturbated to the thought of being naked in a group of men.

These thoughts on my mind, I fell asleep.

When I woke up Mark was already out of bed. I pulled on a pair of sweats and a loose t shirt and headed out of the room. As I turned the corner I stopped. Paul and Mark were sitting at the table eating. Karen was cooking and cleaning. All normal enough except Karen was wearing a tiny pair of boy short panties that exposed most of her ass. On top she was wearing a white tank top that exposed her navel.

She turned and saw me. "Well good morning. Breakfast?"

It took me a moment to get my wits together and answer her. I nodded my head.

She went around the kitchen as if nothing was unusual.

Breakfast was uneventful. Well except every time Karen got close to Paul he would grab her ass, sometimes kissing her lips. Once he kissed her ass.

Great ass," he said.

We could only agree.

We chatted about what to do for the day. We decided to take the boat out.

We all went to change into our suits. I had brought three. One was a little string bikini. What? I was only 26, string bikinis are fine. I grabbed that one.

As I put it on I was looking in the mirror. I focused on my trimmed pubic hair. I remembered that Karen was shaved bare. I jumped in the shower, I decided to go bare too.

When I got out, Mark noticed.

"When did you decide to do that?" he asked.

"Just now," I responded. "Do you like it?" I asked.

"I do," he responded.

I pulled on my bikini and checked myself in the mirror. I looked good.

We headed out to the dock. Paul owned a forty foot Searay cabin cruiser. It was beautiful.

As I got to the dock Karen looked at me and said, "Nice. Now that's the body we wanted to see." Then to Mark. "My god your wife has a sexy body," and then to Paul, "Don't you think so?"

Paul checked me out. "Fucking hot bod," he said.

Hadn't heard that for a while. I liked it.

I checked out Karen. She was wearing a thong bikini.

We took off on the boat. The weather was gorgeous. After some conversation Karen and I decided to go get some sun on the forward deck. I started to put some lotion on.

"Let me do that," said Karen.

I handed her the lotion and laid down. She started on my back and shoulders. As she got to my bikini top she just undid it. She said nothing, just did it and continued to lotion me. She spent a little extra effort on the sides of my breasts. It made me both uncomfortable and a little excited at the same time. I kept wondering if she was going to do my nipples, both fearing that she would and also wanting her to.

I looked back to the guys. They were both on the flying bridge, obviously watching us.

She continued to rub lotion down my back. When she got down to my bottoms she lingered at the tops of them. Then her fingertips slid under the band rubbing lotion on the top of my ass cheeks. I may have moaned a little.

She then shifted position. She straddled my waist facing my feet. She lifted a foot and bent my knee and started rubbing lotion on my foot while giving me a foot massage. I could feel the cheeks of her ass against the skin of my back. She then lifted the other foot and started to do the same.

Slowly she worked her way up my calves. One hand on each calf she'd slide down to my ankle and then pull back up to the knee. With each long stroke she'd lift her ass off my back and then slide it back into position. I wondered if she was getting off on rubbing her pussy against my back.

She shifted position again. This time she straddled my knees. She started rubbing lotion on my thighs. She started at my knees and worked her way up. I parted my legs a bit to make it easier. Her hands just kept getting closer and closer to my pussy. I kept anticipating her to touch me and knowing she shouldn't. As she reached the bottom of my suit her fingers brushed my pussy over my suit. She did that a number of times. I could feel the wetness growing.

Then she left my pussy and concentrated on my upper thighs and ass. I made a mewing noise when she moved her hands from my crotch. She concentrated on my thighs and ass, mostly on my ass again sliding her fingers under the band of my suit.

"All done," she said as she climbed off me.

My body felt limp, but electrified. I laid there in the sun wondering if I would have stopped her if her fingers entered my pussy. I wondered what the guys thought. They watched the whole thing. Did it look as sexy as it felt? I soaked up the sun.

The boat moved away from shore. It was obvious Karen recognized other boats as she waved and they waved back, sometimes shouting greetings across the water. Some telling us where they were heading so we could meet them. There were a number of restaurants and bars on the waterfront you could dock your boat at. We stopped at one for lunch and then back to the boat.

I don't know why but I was shocked when Karen removed her top and lay down. She had great tits. Being topless did not stop her from waving to other boats. She seemed completely comfortable as she sat on the deck rubbing tanning lotion on her tits.

I checked out the guys, they were talking and looking at us. Mark waved at us. I waved back.

We headed back to the house. Mark and I headed to our room to change for dinner. When we got back to our room I asked Mark what he and Paul were talking about all day. He told me they were mostly talking about us. Paul spent a lot of time talking about what a great ass and tits I had. Mark was agreeing.

Knowing this conversation happened made me wet between my legs. I wished I could have heard what they were saying.

"How did it make you feel, having him talk about me?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied sheepishly.

"Come on ," I coaxed. "I really want to know."

Then I stepped up to him, put my arms around his neck, stood on my tip toes, and lightly kissed him. "Come on," I said in a seductive voice. "Tell me."

Mark could never resist that move. It was my go to when I really wanted something.

"It was kinda hot," he said sheepishly.

My hand slid down to his cock. It was getting hard through his suit. I slid to my knees in front of him. I blew on his cock through the material of his suit.

"Yeah?" I teased. "It was hot talking about my body with another man?"

"Yes," he practically whispered. He rested his hand on my head.

I pulled his cock out of his board shorts and stroked it gently.

"Would it bother you to know I enjoyed being looked at?" I continued as I stroked him

He moaned. "No," he replied.

"I liked it," I said. "A lot." I wrapped my lips around his cock.

As soon as I did is cock started to spasm. Hot cum filled my mouth. It took me by such surprise I couldn't swallow it all and some dripped down my chin and onto my chest.

"Wow, I guess you did enjoy it," I laughed. I wiped my face with my fingers and licked them clean.

Dinner was on the deck. We jumped in the shower. and washed up. I thought about what to wear. Normally jeans and a t shirt, but that seemed out of place in this home. A denim skirt and top would be fine. After my shower I pulled them out and threw them on the bed.

I went for my underwear. Last night I wasn't wearing any and my ass ended up on display. The thought of that made my pussy tingle, but my sensible side said put on panties. I went for a cute lacy pair of boy shorts. I wasn't conscious of it at the time, but I guess I was anticipating that they might be seen.

Mark saw me put them on

"Oh? Panties tonight?" he teased.

"I could go without," I offered, half hoping he'd say yes, then it dawned on me and I added, "wait, you'd want me to, wouldn't you"

Mark blushed.

"Oh my god," I teased. "You want Paul to see my ass again. Don't you?"

He was silent.

"What else do you want?" I added. "I suppose you wouldn't mind if he saw more, would you?"

I could see him still blushing.

"Well, we'll see what we can do," I said. I left the panties on as we headed out to the deck for dinner.

As I headed out for dinner a bunch of thoughts ran through my mind. I was learning a whole bunch about Mark I did not know. I did not know he got off by me showing off. I was also learned something about myself. I liked showing off.

When we got to the deck Karen and Paul were already out there at the table and food was already on the table. We sat down to eat. It was totally normal dinner conversation we talked about the fun we had on the boat and what our plans were for the next day. Basically going out on the boat again.

Karen looked beautiful. She was wearing a little green sundress that buttoned up the front. She had just enough buttons done so that it wouldn't fall off her but that was it. She was showing a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg.

Dinner moved on to drinks and the conversation kind of dwindled off. We were all just content enjoying the moonlight on the deck.

Karen got up and went over the rail staring at the water. I thought about the night before when Karen pulled up her skirt and showed off her ass. Don't worry I didn't forget that I did it also.

As I pictured that scene in my head I got up to stand next to Karen. In my head I questioned my motives. Was I looking for a repeat of the night before. I thought about what panties I was wearing. The night before I wasn't wearing any, tonight I was covered.

As if on cue Paul said "Two nights in a row. This is the view I could get used to."

I could feel my face flush.

"Oh yeah?" said Karen. "You like this view better than last night?"

"God no," said Paul. "Last night was much much better.

"Oh? "Karen said, "I suppose you want me to show off my ass again."

"Can you blame me?" he responded.

"I don't know," she replied. "Is it my ass or Shelly's you really want to see?"

Oh fine, now they were talking about my ass, I thought. I kind of stopped breathing. In retrospect, I realize I was kind of hoping he'd say yes. I wasn't disappointed.

"Baby, I love your ass," Paul said to Karen. "But I admit, her's is pretty cute too."

I felt my face flush as they talked about me.

"She does have a great ass," Karen replied. "Don't you think Mark?"

Mark had been following the conversation. I couldn't tell from his face what he thought. I wondered what he'd say. Let's face it. I knew he loved my ass but would he silence them telling them the conversation was inappropriate? I wondered.

"Ummm,...yes," was all he got out.

"Well you heard that sexy," Karen said to me. "Give them a thrill."

Mark hadn't really said he wanted me to show off my ass. He didn't say no either. I looked at him, nothing, then he kind of shrugged his shoulders.

That wasn't enough for me.

"Well Mark?" I asked. "Should I?"

He looked from Paul, and to Karen, and then to me.

"Yeah," said Karen. "Should she?"

Mark looked like he was cornered. He finally answered. It's up to her"

Now what? Truth be told the idea excited me. Especially after my conversation with Mark the night before. After all, I was wearing panties and, although not admitting it to myself, I did put them on thinking I might show off again.

"Fine," I said in a make believe huff. I looked from face to face, then turned away and pulled my skirt up showing off my panty covered ass.

"No fair," laughed Karen. "Although they are cute panties."

I wiggled my ass at them. "Happy?" I asked.

"Boo," laughed Paul. "Party foul."

Karen and I laughed. Mark looked like he wasn't sure what to do.

"Mark, tell your wife that's cheating," laughed Paul.

Mark looked at me.

"Cheating?" I asked. "Mark, do you think I'm cheating?"

Again Mark looked caught in the headlights. So far he'd been pretty passive in all this, now I was making him make the call. I wasn't sure what I wanted. My sensible brain was screaming at him to laugh it off and let everything go back to normal. My show off side was making my pussy wet, hoping he'd tell me to take them off.

The three of us were looking at Mark.

Mark looked from face to face. He finally looked at me and said, "Party foul"

I don't know if I was relieved or what. I knew I was excited.

I turned my back to the group. "Fine, "I said."

I hooked my thumbs in the band of my panties and slowly pushed them down over my hips. I wiggled my ass for effect as I pushed them down. When they reached my knees I just let them drop to the floor. I stood for a moment holding my skirt up leaving my ass on display. Then I bent down, straight legged, picked up my pantries and threw them at Paul. They hit him in the face.

"There's your party foul," I said laughingly.

"Mmmmm, sexy party foul," he replied.

Mark stood there staring. I couldn't read the expression on his face.

"Want another drink?" offered Karen.

"Sure, one more," I said.

Karen got drinks. We sipped our drinks, leaning against the railing, watching the moon, with our asses exposed. Like it was nothing special.

Although, all I could concentrate on was my ass was exposed. I swear my pussy was dripping down my leg. My heart was beating in my mouth. I wanted to drag Mark up to our room and fuck the shit out of him. Just finish that drink and I could get fucked. I sipped my drink slowly though as not to let on how much this was turning me on.

"Ok, bed time I said.

I grabbed Mark's hand and we headed to the bedroom. When we got there I closed the door, kissed Mark passionately, and said "fuck me."

I pushed him down on the bed and undid his shorts. His hard cock popped right now.

"Oh?," I teased. "Someone see something you liked?"

"Your ass," he replied.

"You've seen my ass before," I pushed.

I climbed onto his cock. I was so wet he slipped right in. I started grinding my pussy against him.

"You liked me showing off, didn't you?' I teased "you liked Paul seeing my ass. You liked watching me slide my panties off."

He moaned.

I kept going. "Did you wish you could have taken them off me? Would you have let him touch me? What if he grabbed my ass."

I realized that these ideas were exciting me, that these were things I was fantasizing about.

They seemed to get Mark going as well. He was grabbing my ass and thrusting into me as hard as he could.

"Tell me, tell me what you liked, tell me what you wanted," I moaned in his ear.

"Did you like me showing off my ass?" I whispered

"Yes," he moaned.

"Did you think of me being touched," I pressed.

"Yes," he practically croaked.

"Say it," I pushed as I ground my pussy onto his cock, tell me," I Sid

"I thought about him grabbing your ass. Touching you," he whispered.

"Would you have liked that?" I continued.

"Yes," he answered.

"Me too," I admitted and came with an intense orgasm.

It affected Mark the same way. He flooded my pussy with squirt after squirt of cum.

I fell off him exhausted beside him. We lay like that for a while.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he responded.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, "because I can do it."

"Yes, I'm sure," he said.

We kissed tenderly, both got undressed, and fell asleep naked in each other's arms.

When I woke up the next morning a Mark was already gone. I started to get dressed to go have coffee. Then I thought about how Karen was dressed the day before. I decided to shower first. I jumped in and let the hot water flow over me. I stepped out of the shower and dried off.

I then grabbed a Tshirt and a pair of string bikini panties. That's what Karen wore. I guessed that was standard dress. I was showing a lot of belly and ass. I headed to breakfast. I felt nervous and excited. I don't know why. My bathing suit covered less.

I wasn't wrong. Karen was in a skimpy thong and tank top. Paul saw me first, gave me a big smile. Mark turned to look and gave me a stunned look. I walked over and kissed him good morning. As I bent over to kiss him I kept my ass facing Paul. I wondered if it showed how wet I was.

Karen was the first to say anything.

"You look hot," she said. Then to Mark, "doesn't she?"

We all looked at Mark.

"Very hot," he responded.

Then Karen reached out and grabbed my ass.

"Firm ass too," she said.

I just stood there. I wasn't sure how to react. In reality I was loving being on display and talked about. On the other hand I knew I shouldn't have been. So in response I didn't do anything. Karen took this as acquiescence.

She turned me around facing her. My ass to Paul. "Feel it, it's amazing," she said.

Feel it? Feel it? She was telling Paul to feel it? And worse, I was just standing there.

I felt his touch. He had big hands. One hand practically covered an ass cheek. The touch sent an electric jolt from his hand to my pussy.

"She does have a great ass," he said looking at Mark

Mark just watched.

"Thank you," I said.

Then he put his hands in the band and pulled them below my ass.

I just stood there. My heart stopped beating.

"Yeah, very nice," he said. "Don't you agree Mark. You're a lucky man she's your wife."

Mark said nothing.

"Well?" repeated Paul.

At this point I got kinda brave. I wanted to lighten the mood. In a kind of laughing manner, I put my hands on my hips and said to Mark, "Well?"

Mark looked at my face, then at Paul, still with his hands in the band of my panties.

"She's beautiful," he said.

I turned to look at Paul. He hadn't let go. "Are you done?" I asked laughingly.

"I don't know," he replied. I'm enjoying looking. It's kind of a crime to cover you back up, even with those tiny panties. You have such a great ass."

I was enjoying this too much.

"So you want me to go put on a thong?" I suggested.

"Well. That's one solution," he replied.

"And the other?" I asked.

"Why wear them at all?" He suggested.

"Well, Karen's wearing panties," I pointed out. I probably shouldn't have said that, in a second she pushed them off and stepped out of them.

"No I'm not," Karen laughed. "I usually don't wear panties at home. Paul won't allow it. He'd have me go naked but my nipples get cold."

I looked at Mark. He glanced at Karen, and then back to me.

"Well," I said, staring straight at Mark, "when in Rome."

I wiggled my ass. I was feeling bold. "Would you do the honors?" I asked Paul. Not losing eye contact with Mark.

Paul pushed my panties down my thighs, down to my knees and then let them drop to the floor. My newly shaven pussy came into view.

I bent down, my ass facing Paul, picked them up, and tossed them to Mark.

"Better?" I asked, not addressing anyone in particular.

Karen answered, "much better," and then strangely added, "Who's hungry?"

With that, except for Mark looking at me and staying mostly silent we had breakfast. I ate lightly. After all I'd be wearing a bikini all day. Fruit and juice. We talked about the plans to take the boat to a certain restaurant/bar you could sail up to and dock.

I asked if I needed clothes for the bar.

"I'd hate to ruin that show," said Paul.

Karen playfully hit him on the shoulder. "It gets cold in there. Bring a tshirt or something to throw on over your suit," She suggested.

After breakfast I went upstairs to change. Mark followed me. As soon as the door closed I grabbed him and kissed him.

"You better fuck me before we go," I said. "Or I may have to find some guy in that bar to fuck."

I reached down to grab his cock. It was rock hard. I whispered in his ear. "Did you like watching Paul take my panties off me? Did it turn you on?"

Without comment he turned me around and pushed me on the bed on my hands and knees. He never treated me this way, I liked it.

He pulled his cock out and standing at the edge of the bed started fucking me from behind.

"Oh my god," I groaned. "That feels so good."

"What brought this on? Did you like watching Paul feel my ass?" I asked.

"Fuck yes," he replied with ragged breath as he pounded me from behind.

I grunted with each thrust. "Ughhh ughhhhh uhhhhhh... did you like him taking my panties off me?" I moaned.

"Yes," he hissed.

"Did you like me acting like a little slut and showing off my ass and pussy?" I pressed.

"Fuck that was hot," he grunted as he continued to bang away at my pussy.

I was loving it. I felt dirty, I wanted it hard. "God, fuck me, give me that cock." I moaned.

"So you like me being a slut?" I asked.

"Fuck yes," he replied.

"How slutty?" I returned.

"As slutty as you want," he responded.

"You've let another man touch me. Would you let a man fuck me?" I whispered.

I could feel his cock stiffen, cum started to fill my pussy.

"Yes," he grunted.

I always love it when he can't control himself. His orgasm set me off. We kissed, jumped in the shower, and threw on our bathing suits. As we got dressed, I thought about his answer, 'yes'. My pussy was getting wet again.

We joined Karen and Paul and headed for the dock.

"Nice suit," Karen said eyeing my skimpiest string bikini.

"Thanks, yours isn't hiding much either," I laughed. She was wearing something that was as close to a thong as it could be without being called a thong.

She shook her ass at me. "Got it, flaunt it," she laughed.

We got on the boat and headed out. It was a beautiful day. Karen and I spent time tanning and talking.

Karen removed her top and was tanning topless. I decided what the hell and did the same thing.

Karen saw a few boats go by she knew. She'd sit up and wave as they went by. She had no issue with the fact that she was topless. I wondered if she even thought about it, she was so casual.

I, on the other hand, was very aware of being topless. The thought of all those people seeing my tits was giving me delicious thoughts. I admit, I've always fantasized about being naked in front of people and this was fueling that fantasy. Between the hot sun and the thoughts of people watching me, I wanted to touch myself. I was getting horny.

I saw Mark up on the fly bridge with Paul. I got up and climbed up the stairs to join them. I could feel Paul's eyes on my tits. I smiled at him.

I put my arm around Mark and kissed him.

"The sun is making me sleepy," I said. "I'm going below to take a nap."

"Ok," said Mark. He can be so dense.

"Why don't you join me," I tried again.

"I'm not really tired," he answered.

Paul let out a chuckle.

"Come here, I want to tell you something," I went for the direct approach.

I took his hand and led him down off the bridge. As we stepped down onto the deck I said quietly, "this hot sun is making me horny. I want to fuck."

The direct approach worked. He looked around.

"Paul, we're going below deck to take a nap," I yelled up to the fly bridge.

Paul just smiled and waved.

We headed below. The lower cabin had two sections. As you headed down the stairs you ran right into a double bed. There were two heads (bathrooms). Then behind you the rear section had three single beds. One was a daybed that also configured as a couch.

As soon as we got below I got down on my knees in front of Mark. I pulled his swim suit down to his ankles.

He started to protest, "right here?," he asked.

I pushed him down sitting on the bed.

"Right here, right now," I smirked.

His cock was already half hard and I hadn't done anything yet. I took his cock and studied it. I'd known Mark for four years, two of them married. Cocks always fascinated me. I loved the smooth skin. I'd fucked and sucked his cock many times, but I never tired of it. I admired it. It was average size, Well, from what I'd read. I'd only had two other lovers and one was about the same and one was larger. Truthfully I didn't notice a lot of difference between sizes.

As I looked at it I breathed on it. I could feel the blood rush to it as it started getting harder. I gave him my vixen smile as I wrapped my lips around it.

"Mmmm...," I cooed as I slowly slid my lips down the shaft.

Now, fully hard, I pulled my lips off it. There was a drop of precum on the tip. Holding his cock with one hand I used my other hand to wipe off the precum with my fingertip. I held my finger up to my eyes. I love cum. I love playing with it, the taste of it, the feel of it.

Keeping eye contact with a Mark, I brought my finger to my lips and traced them with the cum on my finger. Then I licked my lips clean. When I was done I opened my mouth and used my tongue to lick the remaining cum off my fingertip. Then I made a show of sticking my finger in my mouth and sucking it clean.

"You are so hot," said Mark.

Hot? Was hot his new word? I was thrilled.

"Too hot?" I teased.

"No such thing," he replied.

"Good," I said. "I like being hot."

I lowered my mouth back on his cock and sucked it. I'm no deep throat queen, but I did pretty well. I had as much as I could in my mouth as I worked my hand up and down the shaft.

It felt delicious. Here I was, topless, in a boat, sucking my man's cock. I felt sexy, but dirty sexy. I loved it.

He wasn't complaining either.

"You like that baby," I cooed.

"Mmmmm Yes," he moaned.

I got into it in my head. I wanted to be dirty.

"You like your hot little wife sucking you on Paul's boat?" I teased.

"Yes," was all he managed.

"You like that anyone passing by could see your wife's tits?" I went on. "What do you think they were thinking. Did you think they wanted to see more?" Then I thought, "What about Paul? Think he liked seeing my tits."

Between words I stroked his shaft and would alternate between sucking him and talking.

"Yes," was all he again said.

Just then there were footsteps on the stairs. I looked. There was Karen.

"Sorry, I just wanted to use the head," she giggled. "Don't stop because of me."

I laughed and, locking eyes with Karen, took Mark's cock back between my lips.

"Nice," she said.

Mark just had a shocked look in his eyes. He didn't lose his hard on though.

I thought back to Mark's desire for me to show off. Well, this was certainly showing off. I was enjoying it and from the feel of his cock, so was Mark.

Boats aren't very big below deck. I was kneeling in the middle of the walkway. To get to the head Karen had to step over me.

She stepped over my legs and then stopped. She turned her body and, laughing, shook her tits in Mark's face.

"That's it baby, suck that cock," she said to me. Then to Mark, "You like that? You like that hot little wife of yours sucking cock? She looks amazing doing it. like she's meant for it."

Mark groaned.

Karen laughed, "Well, I'll leave you two alone," and she went to the head.

"What did you think of that baby? Your hot little wife sucking your cock in front of someone. Did you like it? Did you like that I didn't stop? When Karen comes out I'll still be sucking you, or do you want to fuck me?"

Mark groaned. I pushed him upon the bed, still on his back. Standing in the walkway I hooked my fingers in my bikini bottoms and wiggling my hips I pushed them to the ground. I then climbed on the bed straddling Mark. I grabbed his cock and aimed it at my pussy. I was just about to lower myself on it when Karen exited the head. She was looking right at us. My exposed pussy facing her with Mark's cock right at the entrance.

"Nice," she said.

Unfortunately, that was it for Mark. His cock started spurting cum all over my hand, pussy, and belly. He groaned as he came.

"Oops," said Karen. "Did I do that?"

Dammit! I was horny! I turned and looked at her. She was smirking. Fuck her, I thought. I ran my finger through the cum and stuck it in my mouth.

Mark moaned.

"Nice," she said laughingly and the turning to head up the stairs.

I went back down on Mark trying to get him hard again, nothing. Then I heard the steps again. This time it was Paul. I'm sure Karen told him what was going on. I didn't stop. I wanted to fuck.

Paul watched for a moment and then said, "looking good."

I sat up and looked at him, cum drying on my belly. "Well thank you," I said and then went back to sucking.

I felt life coming to back to Mark's cock.

Paul went into the head.

"Mmmm...," I purred in encouragement. "You like that? You like your naked wife being caught sucking your cock? What were you thinking? Do you think he liked watching?"

Mark moaned, "I bet you looked sexy as hell."

"Yeah?" I responded. "You think I looked sexy? Maybe we can get a picture next time," I continued.

Then he shocked me.

"Or I could watch," he moaned.

Watch? That was new. This weekend away was bringing all sorts of surprises. I thought I'd explore it.

"Oh, you'd like to watch your sexy little wife suck cock? What, some stranger's cock? Someone you know? How about fucked? Would you like to watch me fuck? Take a cock in pussy? No, cunt, sluts have cunts. Is that what you want? A slut?"

He moaned as his cock got rock hard.

I dropped his cock and straddled his body. I again reached between my legs and aimed his cock for my pussy. As I lowered myself onto his shaft Paul exited the head.

He stood and watched for a minute. I realized he must have heard everything I said. I wondered what he thought. I tried to concentrate on Mark's cock inside of me, but I was very aware that Paul could see Mark's cock slide in and out of me with every stroke.

"Paul's watching," I said to Mark.

Mark moaned.

I decided if Paul was watching I would engage him.

"Like what you see?" I asked in my best sultry voice.

"You bet," Paul said with a smirk.

I continued to fuck Mark's cock. The heat of being watched flooded my pussy. I was so horny I just wanted to cum.

Paul turned and left. "We'll be there soon," he said as he walked out.

"Did you like that baby? Did you like that Paul saw me naked? Did you like being caught fucking? What if you walked in on me fucking down here?" I teased.

Unfortunately, that was it for Mark. He exploded inside me flooding my pussy with cum. It felt good, but dammit, I was still horny. I needed a good hard fuck and orgasm. Then I felt the boat slowing down.

"We're here," I heard from above.

I was still covered in cum. I pulled on my suit, and ran to the swim platform. Holding on I used the water to wash the cum off me. Karen looked over the stern onto the platform.

"You ok?" She asked.

I stood up. "Am I clean?" I asked.

"Well at least your body is," she smiled.

I laughed. "I know, geesh, what came over me?"

"I don't know," she replied, "but I liked it."

So did I, I admitted silently to myself.

We pulled up to the restaurant. Mark had joined us. We needed the extra hands to bumper and tie down the boat as we reached the dock. There were a lot of other boats of all sizes there. The place had a large covered deck on the dock side. It was packed with people. I could see the calypso band in the corner. People were sitting at bar height tables eating and drinking or milling around with drinks. People were dancing to the music. This place was obviously the place to be on a Saturday afternoon. People from boats in bathing suits and people in summer wear, women in dresses, men in shorts filled the place.

As we were docking I saw a man raise his hand and yell, "Paul!"

Karen waved back. Paul was finishing up the docking.

Karen had thrown on a long T-shirt over her bathing suit. She skipped the bathing suit top. She threw me my T-shirt.

When docking was complete we all jumped onto the deck and headed towards Paul's friends. It was a table with four men around it, all Paul's age. They all hugged Karen. Paul made introductions.

There was Tom, Bill, Danny, and Jim.

In some ways there wasn't much difference between them. If you had asked me I would have said four middle aged dudes.

Tom was about 5'10" had greying hair with a thin spot on top. He had a typical dad bod. He seemed like the kind of guy who'd play golf with your dad. Big handshake, big smile.

Jim was almost 6' and shaved his head. He had a serious air about him, like he was sizing you up for some kind of competition.

Bill and Danny were interchangeable in looks. Probably 5'8" both about 30 lbs overweight. Both were bald with that ring of hair guys their age get. Bill had a self deprecating sense of humor that cracked me up. Danny was super shy and stumbled over his words whenever he spoke to me. He tried so hard he also made me laugh.

The first thing they did was buy a pitcher of rum runners.

"I haven't eaten since breakfast," I said with some skepticism.

"No problem," said Tom.

We looked through the appetizer menu and I think we ordered one of everything.

The four of them were very attentive to both Mark and I. The usual small talk, where were you from, what do you do.

Bill kept us all laughing. The drinks kept it loose, and the music felt good. I started swaying to the music.

"You should dance," said Tom.

I looked at Mark. He was in an earnest discussion with Jim. He wasn't really a dancer anyways. Karen reached out her hand to me.

"Come on, I'll dance with you," she said.

We headed for the dance floor. The calypso music made you want to shimmy. It made you feel the hot winds to your very soul. Karen started dancing holding both my hands. Her body moving in sultry sways that oozed sex appeal.

I closed my eyes and started swaying with her. That horniness I felt on the boat was rising up in me again. I wondered how soon we'd be back on the boat. I swore I was going to fuck Mark silly as soon as we got on the boat. Right then I was letting the music take me away.

I looked back at the table. I saw Paul say something to Jim and Tom. Then they all looked at me. I wondered what they were talking about. My heart started racing wondering what Paul had told them.

The song ended and we headed back to the table. Tom handed Karen and I drinks. He raised his glass.

"Cheers to the two hottest women on the dance floor," he said.

"Here, here," said Paul.

A little flush came over me.

"You're a lucky man Mark," said Jim.

"I know," said Mark.

Jim got a little more, um, forward? "She's one of the hottest women I've met," he said. "Right guys?"

They all agreed, "Yes. You bet. Absolutely," they all exclaimed.

"Do you mind if I dance with her?" Jim asked.

I kinda liked that they asked Mark and not me. It took the responsibility of deciding off my shoulders.

"No, not at all," Mark answered.

Jim took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. His strong arms encircled me. At almost a foot taller than me my head had to tilt way back to look at him. I felt small in his arms. I liked that.

"You are one sexy woman," he whispered in my ear.

It felt good to be told I was sexy by this older man. I looked at the table. I could see them all watching me. I liked it.

I started swaying my body moving my hips and ass. I could tell other men around me were noticing me. I saw a woman give her husband a dirty look. Jim easily guided me on the floor and it was easy to let myself just go to the feeling.

As we were dancing I felt my T-shirt ride up over my ass. No big deal, I was wearing my bikini. Nothing anybody hadn't seen before. I looked back at the table. I saw Paul lean over and say something to Tom. They both looked at me. Tom smiled. I felt a warm flush all over my body. Once again I swore to myself that Mark better be ready when I got my hands on him.

The song ended and Jim escorted me back to the table. When we got there Jim kept his arm around my waist. I didn't stop him. Neither did Mark.

It was a fun afternoon. The drinks flowed easily and the guys took turns dancing with me and Karen. Even Danny danced with me, but Karen did have to encourage him.

As the afternoon wore on I got more comfortable and started dancing a little bit sexier. I'd pull my T-shirt up to my waist and shake my bikini covered ass or I'd shimmy at the guys. I admit I was having fun teasing them. I'd rub up against them and then pull away. I told myself it was funny teasing these older men, but it was also making me hot.

After a couple of hours it was time to head home. All I could think of was getting Mark down below again and fucking him. As we got ready to go Karen invited the guys back to the house. They all agreed.

Jim decided he'd come with us on the boat while the other guys drove. We all headed out.

I still had hopes of dragging Mark below decks as we boarded the boat. They were quickly dashed when Paul asked Mark if he wanted to drive. Mark jumped at the chance and I was left feeling horny.

Mark and Paul took their place on the fly bridge. Karen said she needed a nap and headed below. I also needed a nap but felt like someone had to keep Jim company.

Jim and I were sitting in the main cabin. I laid back on the bench. Jim came over and sat by my feet. He picked one up and started rubbing it. It felt very good, I moaned.

"Like that do you?" Jim said.

"Feels good," I replied.

He continued to rub one foot. Then the other. Slowly he started rubbing my ankles. I moaned again. It felt good. He slowly moved up my legs and started doing my calves. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. He took his time.

His hands started moving up my legs to my knees and then thighs. I didn't move. I wondered how far he'd go if I didn't stop him. The closer he got to my pussy, the more I didn't want him to stop.

I looked up at Mark. Every once in awhile he'd look away from the water and check out what Jim was doing. He didn't say a thing. At one point he caught my eyes and smiled st me.

Jim's fingers brushed my bathing suit. Probably because I was so horny, I as very aware of his hand near my pussy.

At that point he said, "roll over, I'll do your back."

I did as I was told. He started at my shoulders and worked his way down. I felt so relaxed, but his strong hands weren't doing much to relax my horniness. As he rubbed the sides of my tits I wondered what he'd do if I suddenly rolled over.

I played it out in my mind. Him rubbing my tits, Mark watching from the flybridge. Jim lowering his lips to my nipples. I squirmed a little to readjust myself.

Jim worked his hands down to my ass and back of my thighs. As he rubbed his hands up my thighs towards my ass I instinctively raised my hips a bit and pushed my ass up. I'm sure he noticed. He spent some time rubbing my ass cheeks.

My body was burning up. I sat up.

"Whew," I exclaimed. "I need a cold drink."

Jim laughed, "I'm on it," he said.

Good as his word I had an ice cold margarita in my hands in three minutes. Karen came back and joined us and we chatted the rest of the way back to Paul's house. When we docked the boat the other guys were already there.

"I gotta shower," I said. I wanted to get the sea spray, suntan lotion, and sun grime off my body. I also wanted Mark to join me and fuck me in the shower.

"Mark, are you going to wash up?" I hinted as well as I could.

"I'm all set," said mr. dense. He was deep in conversation with Tom and Bill.

I kinda got a little miffed that he was so out of tune with my being horny, but realized I really had no right to be, but fuck, I was HORNY!

I headed to my bathroom and started the shower. I jumped in and let the hot water cascade over my body. In my mind I replayed dancing with all those guys, their hands on me, watching me.

As I showered my hand drifted down to my pussy. I thought of dancing with all those men. All their eyes on me. I could feel how smooth my pussy was. It felt exposed. I liked it. My fingers found my clit. With visions of masturbating in front of all those men, I brought myself to an orgasm. It wasn't really satisfying. I needed to get fucked.

I dried off and went to get dressed. I looked at what I brought. Nothing I wanted to wear. I went to the deck in just my towel.

"Karen," I asked. Would you mind lending me something to wear? I really didn't bring the right clothes."

"Of course dear," she replied. She got up and we both went to her bedroom.

"Wait," I said.

I ran to my room and pulled out a pair of panties. It was a light pink thong with dark pink ribbons and ruffles on the edges. They were one of Mark's favorites.

I headed back to Karen's room. She had pulled out some stuff, all of it on the revealing side. She was naked when I returned. She looked at me and said, "I should change too.

She picked up a short sleeved shirt dress. It went below her knees but It buttoned from top to bottom. She pulled it on. No underwear. She buttoned the least amount of buttons needed to be decent.

"Now you," she said. "Anything special you're looking for?"

"Anything to make sure Mark notices me." Then I admitted, "I'm kinda horny. Gotta make sure he's ready."

She laughed. "I get it," she replied, "but there are a lot of men down there."

"So, give them a little thrill," I laughed.

We went through the clothes. I chose a maroon halter top and put it on. The top was kind of tight and my breasts pushed out against it. I stood in front of the mirror in my thong and top. The top was not that long, it came down to the bottom of my rib cage. I was braless and you could make out my nipples under the material.

"Hmmm," I mused. "I bet Mark would like this look."

Karen laughed, "I bet they all would. Might have a hard time keeping hands off you."

"Well, the way I'm feeling that might be dangerous. I might attack them all," I quipped.

Karen laughed again. "Mark's obviously in trouble. He might need the backup."

We both laughed.

I looked at the clothes on the bed. There was a short little pair of white shorts. They looked cute. I set them aside. There was also a white skirt. It was form fitting and had a zipper that went down the back from top to bottom.

I couldn't decide. Finally Karen said, "flip a coin."

I reached for pockets I wasn't wearing and then put my hands up and shrugged my shoulders.

Karen laughed and then got a coin off her dresser.

We flipped. Skirt won.

I put on the skirt and looked in the mirror. If you looked you could make out the pink thong underneath. Karen pointed it out.

"That's ok," I said. "Let Mark know what's waiting for him. They're one of his favorites.

"Well., looking like that they're all going to want you," she said.

I put on a pair of wedges and turned in the mirror, dirty thoughts on my mind. "Ya think?"

"Yes, I think. What's Mark going to think about all those guys lusting after you?" she went on.

"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully. "He'd probably like it."

"Looks like we're ready then," said Karen. "Let's go thrill the boys."

Karen and I walked onto the deck where the guys had gathered. I could smell the chicken on the grill. The dusk looked beautiful over the water. The guys were all talking. When they noticed Karen and me they all stopped talking.

Tom was the first to speak. "Wow, this is better than the view off the deck," he smiled. Someone get these visions a drink."

Danny jumped up and poured us drinks from a pitcher of margaritas.

Jim jumped in. "You ladies look amazing tonight."

"Thank you,"