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It's funny that the thing that changed the script for this year was the internet, or more precisely, the proliferation of nude pictures on the internet. This was nothing like the internet of today, with countless videos and pictures just a click away. Back in the day you had to get an internet address from someone. When you got there it was essentially just a file folder with a bunch of .gif files in it. Because it was very grass roots, what you found mostly were topless or nude pictures of other guy's wives or girlfriends.

It was through this that I came upon the revelation that is the topless beach. What a great concept, right? It's not that I wasn't aware that nude or topless beaches existed. It's just that I never imagined that going to one was in the cards for normal people. Somehow, seeing the countless numbers of normal women sunning their bare breasts on the beach emboldened me to the idea. I started to imagine my wife laying on a beach with her 36D breasts bared for the world to see. The more I thought about it, the more I was determined to make it happen.

The first thing I had to do was to find a beach with topless sunbathing that we could reasonably get to. Europe was out of the question, we just didn't have the money. Pretty quickly my search led to the Caribbean. I found that even in the Caribbean the topless or nude sunbathing isn't exactly the norm. Some of the islands that were previously French owned appeared to condone it, but they tended to be some of the most expensive resort areas. Then I found Jamaica.

Everything I read about Jamaica seemed inviting and conducive to fulfilling my fantasy. I particularly liked what I read about Negril and the seven mile beach. From what I could read the beach was absolutely gorgeous and the locals were very tolerant of all bathing attire options. When I began to check into lodging I found that we could stay there fairly reasonably. To save money I avoided the big all-inclusive resorts like Sandals and narrowed in on a smaller all-inclusive resort on the southern end of the beach.

It certainly looked nice in the pictures, and it sat on the same stretch of sand that all the other places did. Throughout my search I had been dropping hints to my wife that I was interested in possibly going to a more exotic vacation locale this year. She loved going to the beach and was certainly intrigued by the idea. She was not yet aware of my alternative motives, but when I narrowed in on Negril and showed her pictures of the beach, she was in.

So, with the wife on board we made our reservations to leave in six weeks and went back about our lives. I must say, I had a great six weeks of fantasies. I couldn't get the thought of how amazing it would be to watch my wife take off her top on the beach in Jamaica. Of course, I had no real reason to believe she would. We were not going to a nude beach, this was a public beach where some of the women chose to be topless and some did not. The question would be how to get my wife into the former category.

At fate would have it, some incredible luck fell my way. A few weeks before we were set to depart we were back in our hometown (we were high school sweethearts) visiting family and friends. One of the nights we were home we were out with a close friend of my wife from high school when the subject of our upcoming vacation came up. Her friend asked, "Where are you guys going?"

My wife told her, "We are actually going to Jamaica this year, I can't wait. We will be staying at Negril on the seven mile beach. It's so beautiful."

Her friend didn't miss a beat and immediately said, "Jamaica huh, that sounds awesome. So are you going to go topless?" When she said this I almost spit out my beer. I should have mentioned that Jen is a bit of a wild woman. Had I married her, these stories of exhibitionism would be the norm not the exception.

My wife looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you talking about?" she asked.

Jen didn't back down. "In Jamaica it is totally normal to go topless. You know he would love it," she said, motioning to me.

This is where things were either going to go really bad or really good. I was hoping the fact that my wife had been drinking for a while before this topic came up work in my favor. If she took a hard stand on going topless now my hopes and dreams would have been dashed before even setting out. After staring at me for a long moment she finally said, "I don't know, I guess I'll have to think about it."

Now, when your mom says, "I'll think about it," you pretty much know that is just a delayed "no." I knew I was in trouble. But her friend wasn't through helping my cause.

"Come on," she said, "If I had big boobs like you I would show them off at any chance I got." "I'm sure you would," my wife replied, "but I've never done anything like that."

"It's really no big deal down there," her friend pressed, "nobody will even give you a second glance."

I just sat back and kept my trap shut through this entire conversation. They didn't seem to need my input and I was rather enjoying these two women discussing my wife's big rack openly in a bar. In the end, her friend basically challenged her to do it, almost like a dare. By the time the conversation moved on to other topics I felt very hopeful about the prospects of seeing my wife sunning her big tits in Jamaica.

Almost every day after that I imagined the moment she would undo the strap on her bikini top and let it fall away from her amazing breasts. I could almost see them hang in all their glory, no longer supported by her top. I pleasured myself often to that image. It was a fantasy that might be about to come true... maybe.

Finally, the day of the trip arrived and we headed to Jamaica. I would love to describe the many erotic things that happened on the trip, except that nothing did. Honestly, the trip to Negril Jamaica is sort of a grind. It goes something like this... it starts with a couple hour plane flight, then another short plane flight, then a lengthy wait in customs, followed by a lengthy wait in tour bus waiting lounge, and finally a 2 hour van ride along windy roads to Negril. In the end we found ourselves checking in around 1:00 in the afternoon on our first day.

We would be staying three nights at the resort which gave us two full days to enjoy the beach. The resort was modest but nice. I don't know that it completely lived up to the pictures in the ads, but it also wasn't a disappointment. As we were led to our room we got to see the basic layout of the resort. The buildings essentially lined the open courtyard which stretched from the reception building to the beach. There was a bar and eating area in the middle of the courtyard. The buildings each had four rooms, two on the lower level and two on the second level.

Our room happened to be on the second level at the top of a flight of stairs. When we entered the room it was very airy and clean and we were both delighted with it. The French doors to the balcony were open and the sounds of the bar and the beach were evident. When we went out on the balcony we saw that we overlooked the bar. We had a nice view of the ocean to our right. After tipping the bellhop we both agreed that we were tired and a nap on the beach sounded great.

We rummaged through our luggage to find our suits. I pulled on my board shorts as she found the new orange bikini that she had bought for the trip. I had never seen the suit and watched as she got naked in preparation of her putting it on. She first pulled on the bottoms, but before describing them let me just say that the view of a woman with large natural breasts bending over is one of the greatest sights in the world. The way they hung and swayed with her movements was completely erotic and I began to get what would be the first of many hard-ons that day.

From behind I was also treated to a perfect view of her ass and pussy. She had clearly waxed before coming as there was no hair around her vagina. It was a great albeit brief view of her. In high school my wife had been the skinny chick with the big tits and flat ass. In the intervening years her C-cups had grown to full D's and her hips and ass had filled out. She still had a fairly thin waist, but she would now be described as far more voluptuous.

As I said I had never seen this suit, so when she pulled up the bottoms I was delighted to see how much of her ass was hanging out of a thong bottom. It wasn't a string thong, but a generous amount of her large round ass cheeks were on display. I now understood why she had insisted that she needed to go to a tanning salon before our trip. This suit exposed some parts of her body that had never seen natural sunlight.

As I stared at her ass, she continued to put on her top. She had been facing away from me this whole time so when she finally got the top on and adjusted she spun around and presented herself to me. What I then feasted my eyes on was a very bra-like top trying admirably to contain two massive breasts. It did a great job of lifting and pushing together her tits which created some fantastic cleavage. It was sized perfectly so that it didn't look obscene, in fact, it looked perfectly appropriate on her. But like the bottoms, instead of concealing her breasts it presented them in all their glory. Once again I understood the need for the tanning bed as I would guess that this top exposed 30% more of her breasts than any other bathing suit she had ever worn.

"What do you think?" she asked as I continued to look her up and down.

"Amazing, you look absolutely amazing," I replied.

"Are you ready to hit the beach?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I told her as I adjusted myself.

"Ok, but we better lube up first," she said as she reached for the sunscreen.

"Right," I agreed. I then watched as my hot 28 year old wife began to rub sunscreen over her body. She handed me the bottle and I started to do my arms and chest while watching her. I very much enjoyed watching her rub the lotion on her tits. There was so much more skin than usual to cover she was basically giving herself a full breast massage while I enjoyed the show. Eventually she did my back and then asked me to do her back, which I made quick work of.

She then bent over the bed and asked me to put a good coating on her but as she did not want to burn on the first day. I dutifully massaged the lotion onto her butt. When I got near her thong I tried not to push the material up into her ass crack. But there was so little material it was hard to do and I found myself running my fingers under the material to avoid that. As a result my fingers brushed against her puckered little asshole a few times. Each time I touched it I could swear my wife pushed back into my touch and my dick would jump.

But, just when I thought this was going to turn into something more, my wife stood up and announced "That should be good enough. Let's get to the beach!" And with that she put on her white mesh cover-up. I grabbed the bag with our sunscreen and reading material, as I needed something to hold in front of my tented bathing suit, and we headed out.

We walked through the courtyard and past the bar/restaurant area. It wasn't crowded but there were still some folks finishing lunch at the tables and some already at the bar. I was following my wife and enjoying the show of her mostly bare ass jiggling away with every step. A few folks took notice of us and I am sure more than one guy enjoyed the view of her big tits moving around under her mesh cover up.

When we reached the beach two Jamaican guys helped us by dragging a couple of beach chaise lounges out near the water for us and placing towels on them. I would come to learn that these guys would be ever present at the beach serving as beach attendants, life guards, and security. They were super friendly and set us up at a nice spot with a couple of yards of space on either side of us. We quickly put down our things and prepared to sun our buns, which in her case was completely accurate.

As I sat on my chair I watched my beautiful wife remove her cover-up. I was holding my breath waiting to see if her disrobing would continue. Unfortunately she simply flattened her chaise and lay down on her stomach and closed her eyes. I must say, I was a little disappointed, but realistically I shouldn't have expected her to drop her top the first 10 seconds of arriving. Besides, the view of her ass still made for some amazing viewing and was a major victory in itself.

It was a good opportunity to take in the surroundings. The 7-mile beach didn't disappoint. We were near the southern end the beach which stretched away in a gentle crescent for a considerable distance to the north. The beach was made of very fine white sand and overall it really was the tropical paradise it was purported to be. It being the summer and the offseason, it was clear that the beach was not at capacity, but there were certainly plenty of people.

I didn't take long for me to spot some topless women either. While I would not say that most of the women were topless, it was probably at least fifty percent if not slightly higher. Just down from us there was a Scandinavian family that really set the standard. The two daughters looked to be around twenty years old and both of them could have modeled in the States. They were typically blonde with blue eyes and had obviously been here a while as they were quite tan and their smallish breasts showed absolutely no tan lines.

More intriguing to me was the mother. She appeared to be forty-ish and she was as stunning as her daughters. She also was topless and her breasts were amazing. They were probably a small c-cup and her nipples seemed to be ever erect. What I found the most interesting about her was that she was sitting in the shade. For some reason, I found it more erotic that a woman would bare her breasts with no pretense of getting a tan.

As I continued to survey the field there were a couple of other attractive women in our area that had chosen to lose their bikini tops, but none of them had breasts as large as my wife. I started to worry that she would be self-conscious of this fact and choose to stay covered up. I went back to watching her as she lay next to me dozing in the sun.

Not only was her ass a sight to behold in her thong bikini, but her small top strained to contain her tits as she lay on her stomach. From my seat beside her I could see a considerable amount of her right breast had squeezed out of the side of her top. This was without question the most amount of skin she had ever exposed on a public beach, but I was still hoping for more. After about 15 or 20 minutes of gazing at my wife and the other women on the beach I decided to roll over on my stomach and try and catch a few z's.

One thing I should mention was that it was hot, I mean very hot, and humid as well. So, before too long on my stomach I found myself sweating pretty significantly and I felt like it was time to get into the water. When I sat up I found my wife was actually sitting in a reclined position facing the ocean. She still had her top on unfortunately, but she was stunning nonetheless. I said to her, "I'm cooking like a chicken. I think I'm going to check out the water."

She looked over at me and said, "Sounds like a good idea."

With that, we got up and waded into the water. The water was quite warm, although, as hot as our skin was it still felt refreshing. The water was crystal clear and we could see the ripples in the sand on the bottom as we waded out further. The drop off was very gradual so we had to wade out a bit of a distance before we could actually submerge our entire bodies in the inviting water.

Once we were out in the water I turned to her and said, "Well, what do you think?"

She quickly replied, "This beach is absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen water this clear or sand so white."

"I know, right?" I agreed, "This is a far cry from Myrtle Beach?"

"No k**ding," she agreed. But then she hit me with, "How are you enjoying checking out the topless women?"

"Well," I replied, "I have to admit I don't hate it. But I'm really hoping that a certain somebody will join the fun."

"I don't know," she said with a little trepidation. "I'm having trouble getting up the nerve."

This was awesome news. She was already thinking about it even before I asked. So I tried to encourage her, "If you look around more than half the women here are topless, so one more won't really cause a scene or anything. I bet nobody even pays that much attention."

"I don't know," she responded. "My boobs are bigger than pretty much all of these women. I don't want people staring at me."

"I am sure that won't happen," I lied. She was right, she definitely had the biggest boobs of the women around us on the beach and I was certain that the second she put them on display she would have some admirers. But I couldn't let her know that. "Besides," I continued, "If you wait too long all that work in the tanning salon to get rid of your tan lines will be wasted."

She seemed to consider my argument but didn't respond. We continued to luxuriate in the warm water for a while and the conversation went to other more mundane topics. I wanted to go back to the topic of her baring her breasts but I sensed that I should not push too hard.

After a bit we decided to return to our chairs. She immediately returned to lying on her stomach. Because we had been in the water it seemed like a fresh coating of sunscreen was in order. So I retrieved the sunscreen from the bag and began to apply a second coat to my front. My lovely wife then asked if I could put some on her. I jumped at the chance.

I began as I always do at her feet. I made sure to avoid the sandy bottom of her feet and worked up her calves. Next I worked the back of her thighs ensuring that I got good coverage on the back and sides. While working the inside of her thighs I brushed against her pussy a few times but I heard no protestations from my wife. So, as I continued to her mostly bare ass I became a bit bolder. I kneaded a considerable amount of lotion into her round backside. When I began working her ass crack I again ran my fingers under the fabric of her thong bikini.

When we were alone in the bedroom I was fairly business like and really just focused on rubbing in the lotion. Here on the beach I had another motive. Like on most beaches, there was a fairly steady stream of people walking along the water just a few feet in front of our chairs. So, as I worked the sunscreen I also managed to move the fabric of her suit away and to the side. The effect was breathtaking.

I was treated to a view of her pink asshole and the very bottom of her pussy. But it was the fact that I was presenting this view to the guys walking by that had my dick springing to full mast. I worked this area for as long as I thought I could get away with but eventually I had to move to her lower back. As I worked my way up I started to bump up against her bikini strap. That's when she said to me, "Go ahead and undo the strap."

I did as instructed and it certainly made doing the rest of her back much easier. As I moved to her shoulders and back of her arms I took the opportunity to push the straps down her arms. As I had hoped, she responded by pulling her arms out of the straps completely. So that technically, my wife was now topless in Jamaica... kinda. But even though her breasts were still concealed underneath her, the sight of so much exposed skin was still a thrill.

With my work finished I put the sunscreen back in the beach bag. As I was about to return to my tanning my wife asked, "Can you get my book out of the bag?"

"I would prefer is you got it," I replied with a wry smile.

"Patience," was all she said, and all I needed to hear.

With that extra bit of hope delivered I gladly fished out her book and handed it to her. As I sat back on my chair I watched her get herself in a reading position. To my delight she propped herself up on her elbows and placed the book on the chaise in front of her. I almost fainted at the view I was treated to. Her tits, now unconstrained by her top, hung down in a most erotic way. If not for their size they would have been hanging free. However, her nipples and areolas were hidden as they remained tantalizingly out of sight resting on her bikini top which was still below them.

I was beside myself and once again I found my dick straining the fabric of my suit. She was ever so close to being topless, but this view was incredibly hot. I don't know which was better, the view from the font at her immense cleavage or the view from the side. From my vantage point I could see a bit of both views. I sat for several moments taking in the sight. Eventually I forced myself to look around and see if her bold move had gotten her more attention.

As I looked at the ocean from behind my sunglass I enjoyed watching a few men look over at her while they walked by. I could tell they enjoyed the view and I enjoyed looking back and forth from her admirers to what they were being treated to. I had a mind to read my book as well but I needed to clean my hands first. I had done a very thorough job of rubbing lotion into my wife's backside and my hands were a bit sticky.

So, I got up, slightly self-conscious of my erection, and walked to the water's edge to clean my hands. Since there was no surf it was an easy job. As I turned around to return to my chair I immediately noticed that our two Jamaican helper guys had shifted positions. They had been hanging out by the stack of chairs when not rousting unwanted vendors from the beach. Now they were both leaning against a palm tree about 20 feet directly in front of my wife.

I have no idea when they moved, but I could tell what they were looking at. They were both staring directly at my wife as she read her book. Having just been admiring the view, I knew exactly what they were looking at and I couldn't blame them. I thought it was funny that they chose her to look at instead of the women who were completely topless and making no effort to hide their tits from view. It was either a case of new blood or perhaps they were into big tits and for that there was no beating my wife.

Regardless, I look my time returning to my chair and enjoyed watching them watch her. When I finally sat down, without making a move my wife asked me quietly, "Did you notice my admirers?"

I had tried so hard to convince her that nobody would pay attention to her on a topless beach that I wasn't sure what to say. After a pregnant pause or two I tried to minimize the issue, "Yeah, I saw them enjoying the shade under the tree. I am sure that at this point there aren't many people who need chairs."

"Maybe," she allowed, "but it sure seems like they are staring at my boobs."

"If they are," I tried again, "I couldn't blame them. You have the best pair on the beach. But they see so many topless women on this beach I can't imagine that get too crazy about one more."

"I guess you're right," she accepted. And with that I felt like I probably defused the situation.

Unfortunately, I couldn't leave well enough alone and said, "If anything, I am sure that they are just curious to see if you are going to actually go topless."

"What do you mean?" She shot back quietly. "I am topless."

"I don't think it counts if your boobs are still sitting on your bathing suit," I challenged.

"Barely, besides since when are there rules for this type of thing?" she asked.

"It's not a rule," I clarified. "It's just that you could get away with what you are doing in the States. You could do it at our pool if you wanted, although you probably would get more attention there."

"Yeah, I'm sure I would," she agreed.

With our little back and forth concluded, I shut up. I felt that I had sufficiently thrown down the gauntlet and now all I could do was sit back and see how things played out. I was certain that although she pretended to read she was really over there contemplating her next move.

She really had two options from where she found herself. She could lie back down and re-fasten her top, which would disappoint me and her admirers but would be the much more comfortable thing for her to do. Or, she could do something she had never done and roll over without her top and bare her breasts to the three of us and the rest of the men on the beach.

Keep in mind that she had not had a drop of alcohol to drink yet this day. If you have been reading our stories you are aware that alcohol had been involved in the other two occasions that she had been willing to expose herself. And in both of those cases she had only exposed herself to a very limited audience. This was a major step for her in terms of exhibitionism. I was acutely aware of the fact that if she was laying there considering rolling over her stomach would be filled with butterflies.

So, although I had wanted it very much, I was actually surprised by what she did next. First, she calmly flipped over her book in front of her to save her page. Then she pushed herself up off the chaise a bit more, so that only her nipples were actually in contact with her suit top and pulled the suit top out from under her and dropped it in our bag.

And as I sat and processed the amazing site of her hanging breasts pulled sideways slightly by the action of pulling out her suit and then swinging lazily back into place it happened. She grabbed her book, folded the page she was on, and then dropped it to into the bag. Immediately after doing that she rolled over onto her back.

The moment had come, the moment that I, her Jamaican admirers, and the other men nearby had been waiting for. Her big tits were there on display for all of us. Due to their size they flattened out and fell slightly to the sides as she lay there. Her areolas were huge, reaching the line that the top of her bikini had formed across her breasts. Her nipples were little buds, experiencing the sensation of the warm sun for the first time.

I couldn't believe that she had actually done it, and on the first afternoon we arrived. I had of course become incredibly aroused again by the sight of her breasts and her willingness to expose them so publically. She wasn't aware of my arousal because as soon as she lay down she clamped her eyes shut tight. She had done something so out of character that I am sure she was struggling processing it.

After enjoying the show for a while I decided that I absolutely needed get a photo of this momentous occasion. So, I rummaged through the bag and retrieved our point and shoot camera. I again went to the water's edge and took a few photos of the scenery first. I took pictures both up and down the beach, careful not to aim the camera at any of the nearby topless women less they be upset with me.

I then turned my attention to the resort. I took a nice wide shot of the resort from the beach. In doing so I noticed that my wife's Jamaican admirers were still enjoying the view. In fact, it looked like they were standing taller to get a better view. I finally took the opportunity to quickly take two shots of my now topless wife. One was close up which highlighted her naked breasts, and the other was a vertical shot which captured her and her admirers in the frame. I was sure that the k** at the photo finishing shop would enjoy both of them.

With that done I returned to my seat and replaced the camera. My wife had still not opened her eyes and presumably had no idea of my photo shoot, which was probably for the best at this point. As I sat down it occurred to me that my wife had not re-applied sunscreen to her front. As much as I hated disturbing her, fearing that any distraction might cause her to come to her senses and cover up, the thought of her getting sunburn on her breasts on the first day was way worse.

So, I quietly said to her, "Honey," to see if she was actually asleep.

"Yes?" she replied without opening her eyes.

"First of all, you are amazing and... wow," I gushed.

"So you are saying that I am now officially topless," she teased.

"Oh yeah," I emphatically agreed, "you are very topless."

"I am so glad you agree," she chided and went on to ask, "Are my friends still behind me?"

"It appears so," I told her. "In fact, they seem to be straining their necks to get a better view for some reason."

"Yeah, right," she said trying to dismiss me, but the fact that she even brought them up seemed to indicate that their interest was in some way flattering to her.

Remembering the reason I had started the conversation I said, "Babe, I'm not trying to disturb your current situation, but I wanted to point out that you didn't put any sunscreen on your front since getting out of the water and I would hate for anything to get burned."

"Oh, crap," she said, realizing I was correct. "Can you hand me the sunscreen."

"Sure," I replied and fished the sunscreen out of the bag and handed it to her.

"Would you mind rubbing some on my legs first?" she asked and held the sunscreen out for me.

"Not at all," I replied as I took the sunscreen and squirted out a sizable dollop before handing it back.

I took to my task and quickly had her legs and feet well covered.

She then asked, "Could you squeeze out some in my hand so that I can do my arms?"

"Of course," I replied and did as she requested. She quickly covered her arms, which was fun to watch as her movements pushed her large breasts this way and that as her arms worked in the lotion.

After rubbing the excess from her arms on her stomach and her face, there were two things left to do... her massive tits. She asked for a little more lotion and I dutifully put some in her hand. In fact, I put a bit too much in her hand by accident. And without anything else to delay things she began rubbing the sunscreen onto her lovely breasts.

The sight of her massaging the lotion into her own tits out in the open was almost more than I could handle. I tried to play it cool but I was on fire inside. I could not believe what I was seeing. Apparently, our two friends couldn't either as I caught them moving to the water's edge a few yards down from us on the pretense of cooling their feet. But both of them seem far more interested in looking back in the direction of my lovely wife massaging her own tits. She was still lying on her back with her eyes closed so she didn't even notice.

Due to the size of her breasts and her supine position they offered no resistance as she rubbed the lotion first on the tops then the sides and bottoms. She finished by slowly circling each of her nipples to make sure they in particular were covered. Even though I am sure that this first exposure was more nerve-racking than erotic for her, her nipples were unable to ignore the stimulation. They both morphed from small buds sitting in the middle of large pale areolas to robust erect nipples at the center of dark pink puckered areolas.

At this point I could actually feel the wetness from my pre-cum in my suit. I don't think I have ever been so turned on. As I lay there with my rock hard cock, alternatively looking over at my wife and the various strange men leering at her from behind sunglasses, I had to admit that this had gone far better than I could have ever expected. I could die a happy man right then and there.

After another hour or so of this reverie it was finally time for our first half-day on the beach to come to an end. I didn't want it to end but most of our fellow beach dwellers were also beginning to pack up and not knowing how dinner worked at the resort we figured it might be best to go with the flow. My wife actually had to sit up to retrieve her top so I got one last thrill of watching her breasts hang seductively for a few moments before she was able to get her bikini top back on.

We didn't bring much with us so the pack out was pretty easy. At first we looked for the beach-side shower and didn't find it, but it only took a few minutes of confusion before we saw the flow of folks into an out of a small white building just off the beach. The people going in dressed in their beach gear and coming out in some type of towel or cover up gave it away as a shower facility.

I took the bag with me and we each went to our appropriate side of the small facility. Inside I found was a gym-like open shower area and some benches and a pile of towels. There were several other men in there in various stages of the process and I joined right in. I stripped off my suit and got under a shower to rinse the sand from my crevices. Since we were not down at the beach too long it went pretty fast and I was drying myself off in no time.

I hadn't thought to bring any other clothes so I just wrapped the towel around me for the short walk back to the room. When I did this it occurred to me that the towels they provided were what I would call typical bath towels. That is to say, they were not that big. It immediately occurred to me that my wife was on the other side of the wall and she did not have anything with her but her bathing suit as I had the bag with her cover-up.

If she had decided to strip down for the rinse off, she would be left with either putting her suit back on or covering herself with one of these towels. I couldn't imagine that she would want to put her wet suit back on, which would leave wrapping herself in a towel as her only other option. As I considered the length of these towels I started to feel a now very familiar tingle in my loins.

I immediately grabbed the bag and my wet suit, with the towel secured around my waist, and headed outside so that I would be there when she emerged. When she didn't show after a few minutes I had a feeling she was in there considering her options carefully. As the time, which was probably only a few minutes but felt like an eternity, stretched on I became convinced that she was drying her suit so that she could put it back on.

But just as I was about to actually get worried, she emerged somewhat sheepishly from the shower building. In her one hand she held her suit, and her other hand had a tight grip on the top of the towel were it was tucked up around her right armpit. I now realized why she had taken some time. The width of the towel had been her problem. It was clearly not wide enough to wear the towel lengthwise, which meant she had to use the long part to wrap all the way around her. This left her having to figure out how to make sure the width of the towel covered her tits and pussy at the same time. It was clearly a close call.

Technically, she had achieved success in that as she walked towards me I could not see any evidence of her pussy peeking out below the towel or her nipples. What I could see was a ton of cleavage as she had been forced to wrap the towel very low on her chest to cover her lower parts.

As she walked up to me I said, "Can I borrow your towel?"

She glared at me and replied, "Very funny. Do you think these towels could be any smaller?"

"Probably not, but I can't say that I hate it," I said with a smile.

"Screw you! You don't have to cover your boobs," she admonished.

"Technically in Jamaica, neither do you," I shot back.

She just gave me a smirk and said, "Let's get to the room before this falls off." And with that she headed towards our room.

As I fell in line behind her I got a great view of her ass jiggling away under her towel as she walked. We walked between the bar and the rooms with about 20 feet to spare on either side. There was a small crowd at the bar already and I looked forward to joining them. I even smiled at an attractive couple who watched as we walked past in our towels.

When I reached the bottom of our stairs I looked up at my wife as she had already ascended the first four stairs. I then became acutely aware of just how close a call she had with the towel. With her ass only just above eye level I could see her lovely pussy from behind as she climbed the stairs. It was an incredibly lewd view that I savored the entire trip up the stairs. We were probably too far from the folks at the bar for them to really enjoy this view, but the fact that it was there for the viewing was erotic enough.

When she had almost reached the top she stopped to let me by as I had the key in the bag. As I walked past I asked if she could hold my suit for a moment so that I could dig in the bag. When she took my suit it forced her to release the towel.

As I rummaged through the bag a couple of step above her I heard her say quietly, "Oh, shit"

I looked back in time to see her clamp her arms on either side of her to keep the towel in place as her hands held our suits. Unfortunately for her, the front of the towel was already in motion. As I watched, the overlapped towels in front of her simply fell away and her big tits and pussy sprang into view. While from the back everything looked normal, her front was now completely exposed and she was frozen to the step.

I had momentarily forgotten what I was doing until she looked up at me and said, "Any time dude."

"Right," was all I could muster as I quickly grabbed the key, unlocked the room and held the door for her.

As I watched she slowly walked the two steps and then turned to enter the room. It was at this point that she presented a glorious side view to anyone at the bar who was watching. As I looked down there, it turned out that the couple I had smiled at appeared to have followed our entire walk and got to enjoy the last part of the show.

With us both inside I wanted to finally release some of the sexual tension that had been building in me since we got here. Unfortunately my wife was all business. She wanted to get dressed so that we could get a couple of drinks at the bar and then have some dinner. I had to admit, I was getting hungry as well.

Since we had both just showered, we quickly got dressed for the evening. She was wearing nice tropical attire, nothing too crazy, but the tan top was a very thin material that hugged her breasts nicely. We were headed back down the stairs only ten or fifteen minutes after we walked up them. As we walked to the bar there were a couple of chairs available that just happened to be next to the couple from earlier.

My wife had no idea of my brief connection with them so I am sure that it was a bit of a shock when they said hello as soon as we sat at the bar. I immediately replied, "Hi, how are you guys doing."

Based on the lack of accent I assumed that they were also from the states.

They introduced themselves as Jack and Molly. I guessed they were in their mid-thirties. Jack had a dark complexion and a slight build. Molly was more fair skinned although for a redhead she had a nice tan. Since they were sitting at the bar, it was hard to judge their exact body type, but from the amount of cleavage on Molly it was clear that she had a rather nice set of breasts.

"Is this your first day?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, we just made it in around noon," my wife said.

"We figured," said Jack, "the towels get everybody the first time." And with that he smiled directly at my wife.

"You saw that?" my wife asked incredulously. Even though she had just been topless on the beach having a strange guy tell her he just saw her naked like fifteen minutes ago was kind of a shock.

"Well sure, we were watching to see how far you would make it," Jack said. "I can tell you that you did way better than Molly on her first day."

With that, all eyes were on Molly and she seemed to blush a bit. "I'm not sure that I want to relive it again," she said.

"Yeah," Jack went on, "we had stopped at the bar to grab a couple of drinks to take to the room so our hands were full. Bad move right Mol."

"Ya think?" Molly shot back at him. Turning to us she said, "My towel completely fell off on the second step. I had to walk bare ass naked up the entire staircase and then wait for 'Mr. All Thumbs' to find the room key while I stood there in all my glory."

Looking at Molly I was suddenly sad that we hadn't arrived a few days earlier.

"Oh my God," my wife said, "I would have had a heart attack."

"It wasn't exactly how I was hoping to introduce myself to everyone else here, but hey, this is Jamaica right? No Problem," she said and then took another sip of her drink.

"So, how do experienced islanders deal with the tiny towel situation?" I asked.

"I just put my cover-up on after the shower and head to the room that way," Molly said.

"Hmmm," my wife considered but said, "I don't think that will work for me because my cover-up is a made of mesh and somewhat see-through."

"Mine is pretty thin also," said Molly. "But at least I feel like I'm dressed. I mean, after lying out on the beach almost naked, the cover up feels like a lot of clothes."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," my wife conceded.

We continued to chat with Jack and Molly amicably and ended up having dinner with them. They were obviously seasoned travelers and Molly appeared to be a bit less inhibited than my wife, so I figured it was a good connection for me. After dinner we were really pretty tired from our travels so we excused ourselves and told them that we looked forward to seeing them on the beach tomorrow.

I got the sense that Jack was really looking forward to seeing my wife tomorrow as he hadn't been terribly discreet about staring at her chest all evening. Like most women, she had acted completely oblivious to his ogling her and as we walked back to the room told me, "I really like them, they were fun to hang out with. I hope we get to see them some more this trip."

"I am sure we will. The beach isn't very big so I am not sure how we could miss them," I assured her. "Besides," I went on, "I think Jack will want to make sure he finds us."

"What do you mean?" My oblivious wife asked.

"I mean," I explained, "the way he looked at you tonight I think he wouldn't mind seeing you at the beach."

"You are so ridiculous," she admonished, but I could tell that the liquor at dinner had had an effect because it was clear in the way that she said it that she had both noticed and enjoyed the attention. "Besides," she went on, "I am sure that you are probably dying to see Molly's boobs tomorrow."

"Well, I can't say that it didn't cross my mind," I had to admit, for which I got a playful punch in the arm.

When we got back to the room we immediately got naked and began to go at it. Because I had so much pent up sexual desire from the day I really didn't spend much time at all in foreplay and soon found myself on top of her slowly thrusting my cock in and out of her. As I did so I had a wonderful view of her big tits as they moved in rhythm with my thrusts.

We are not big dirty talkers so I almost surprised myself when I said, "You tits are so amazing, babe."

"Oh yeah," was all she said as she lay there with her eyes closed.

After a few moments I then took a really bold step and asked, "Did you like showing them off today?"

After a second or two she put the question back to me, "The question is... did you like me showing them off today?"

"I don't know why exactly," I admitted, "But yes, I loved it when you showed off your big tits."

"I'm glad you did," she purred. "Do you want me to do it again tomorrow?"

"Absolutely babe," I assured her. "And I am sure that all the guys at the beach are praying for the same thing."

"I thought you told me no one would be paying attention," she reminded me.

"It's just that your tits are so amazing," I replied, "It would be impossible not to notice them."

The discussion was having an effect on me and I began to increase the pace of my thrusts.

"I am sure that you are dying to see Molly's tits," she challenged.

"I'm not exactly going to look away," I admitted. "But I am way more into yours."

The next thing she said blew me away, "Do you think Jack is looking forward to seeing my tits?" With this I knew I was seconds away.

"I'm sure he can't wait to feast his eyes on them," I managed to get out. "Are you going to make him wait?" I asked breathlessly.

"You will just have to wait and see," she said in between moans as we both climaxed together. With our last bit of energy spent we both fell fast asleep in seconds.

On our second day in Jamaica I was the first to wake in the morning and quietly slipped out of bed and into the shower. After drying myself off after the shower I made myself a cup of coffee, pulled on some boxer shorts, and stepped out on the balcony to enjoy the warmth of the morning.

The sun was up and it was very bright already. While my eyes adjusted I could hear the sounds of breakfast below. When I could finally focus my eyes I could see that there was a decent crowd down at breakfast already enjoying the buffet. After a little while I heard the shower in the room come on and knew that my wife was awake.

I went back into the room and made her a cup of coffee and then returned to the balcony to wait for her. When she finally emerged she was wearing a thin nightie and nothing else. It was fairly transparent even in a dimly lit bedroom, on the sundrenched balcony it was all but completely see through. As she stood at the balcony ledge trying to adjust her eyes, I had an amazing side view of her nude body underneath.

The profile of her large breasts as they hung over the railing was amazing as was her ass which I could see both through the nightie and just poking out beneath it. With her standing against the railing I knew that anyone enjoying breakfast would have only to look up to get a great view of her tits pushing against the thin fabric. I was also certain that given the angle a view past the thin railing bars would have revealed her wonderful pussy.

With her eyes adjusted she sat in the other chair and began to enjoy her coffee. She sat quietly drinking her coffee as she finished waking up. I was fully up both mentally and from an arousal sense as I continued to enjoy her state of dress. Eventually we went inside and dressed for breakfast.

When we arrived at the restaurant we ran into Jack and Molly who were just finishing. They promised to save us seats at the beach and headed back to their room. Our breakfast was fine but all I could think of was our conversation last night regarding seeing and being seen by Molly and Jack. While I must admit that I was looking forward to seeing Molly's topless, I was much more into watching my wife take her top off in front of Jack.

What really had me excited was the fact that I sensed my wife was looking forward to doing it. I might be crazy, but between dinner last night and our bedroom conversation it really seemed like she enjoyed his attention. When she stripped off her top in front of a beach of strangers yesterday I nearly blew a load. Somehow, removing her top in front of Jack, who was by now at least an acquaintance, was much more personal and erotic.

After breakfast I wanted to sprint back to the room but I kept my cool. As we repeated the ritual of applying liberal sunscreen I noticed that today my wife applied hers while nude. She spent a bit of time on her breasts which pretty much confirmed her intention to go topless again today. After putting on her bikini she put on her cover-up and we were ready to head to the beach.

As we were crossing the sand I saw Jack and Molly close to where we were the day before. There weren't that many people at the beach yet so they were easy to spot even though they were facing away from us towards the ocean. Our two chairs were on Molly's side so as we reached them we walked around our chairs and I said, "Good morning again."

They seemed happy to see us and we exchanged pleasantries as I put down our things. From behind my sunglasses I got to feast my eyes on Molly's fantastic tits. She had a nice brown tan and healthy C-cup breasts which looked fantastic. As we stood over them she made no move to cover them, at one point she actually arched her back as she reached around to scratch at something. But as much as I enjoyed this view, it wasn't the one I was waiting for.

As I quickly removed my shirt and sat down I watched my wife finish removing her cover-up. I pretty much assumed that she would then sit down to remove her top. As I had observed yesterday, most of the women seemed to only remove their tops while sitting down. They would put them back on before they stood up to go in the ocean or for a walk along the beach. I assumed that my wife had observed the behavior and would follow suit so as not to draw extra attention.

This morning however, she remained standing in her bikini for a few moments as she continued to talk to Jack and Molly. Then, while facing and speaking to Jack, she reached around behind her and unclasped her top. I couldn't believe my eyes. I watched, stunned as she then slid the straps off her shoulders. Her movements were not slow, but deliberate. I couldn't tell if she was excited, scared, freaked out, or turned on.

Finally, she let the cups of her bikini top fall away from her large breasts. With that she offered our new friends a close up view of her beautiful assets. I could immediately tell that she was excited by the sight of her erect nipples and puckered areolas. She stood for a moment or two as if to let Jack really enjoy the view, and then she folder her top and bent over to put it in the bag.

The site of her large breasts hanging down as she bent over was almost more than I could handle. My cock was already straining at my suit and we had just arrived at the beach. I was happy that I was one chair over from Molly as it would have been slightly embarrassing. Finally, she sat down on her chair to begin her day of sunning. She and Molly continued to chat off and on while Jack and I enjoyed the views around us to include our topless wives, some of the other beauties on the beach, and the ocean.

After a little while our new friends, who had been in the sun a while before we arrived, needed to cool off in the water. Molly followed the trend I had seen and put on her top before getting up to head to the water. Once they were out in the ocean my wife said to me, "I like them."

"Yeah, they're pretty cool," I agreed. There was a pause and then I observed, "It is nice to see that you are getting more comfortable with the topless thing."

"Kind of," she replied. "It was still weird taking off my top in front of people we barely know. But since Molly was already topless I almost felt strange wearing mine."

"That's the spirit," I said, "I am sure that you made Jack's morning, I know you made mine."

"Yeah, right," she shot back teasingly. "I'm sure it was seeing Molly's big boobs that made your morning."

"She's pretty hot," I had to agree, "but I don't have fantasies about other women topless, just you. I don't know if the same thing is true about Jack, he seemed to really enjoy the show you gave him."

"What show?" she demanded. "I just took off my top like Molly."

"Don't worry." I assured her. "I loved the fact that you took off your top while you were still standing in front of him. It was supper cool... and extremely hot."

"You're crazy," she replied, but the grin suggested I wasn't so crazy.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful other than the fact that bunch of strange dudes got to ogle my wife and her big tits. Every time we went into the water to cool off and have a swim or walk on the beach she put her top back on. I was hoping she might go into the water without her top but I did enjoy watching her take her top off every time we went back to our chairs.

Around three o'clock we had all had enough sun and headed in. This time my wife took the bag with her as she and Molly headed into their side of the shower room. Jack and I did our thing and we were quickly back outside with our towels wrapped around us and our suits in our hands. As soon as we were outside Jack suggested that we grab some drinks from the bar to take back to the rooms while we waited for the ladies.

The bar was almost empty so we were able to get our drinks quickly and were almost back to the shower room when the girls emerged. To my delight, my wife had taken Molly's advice and was wearing her cover up... and nothing else. Molly had done the same thing but her cover up was a solid material. Although, I must say that the thin terry material clung to her every curve and highlighted the motion of her breasts underneath. All in all it was a lovely presentation.

My wife on the other hand was wearing her mesh cover-up which d****d over her body versus clinging. However, her big tits were pressed deliciously against the fabric at the top and left virtually nothing to the imagination. Luckily for her the zipper down the front did a decent job of covering her pussy, but it was certainly obvious that she was nude under her cover-up which extended on just past her butt. As we walked up to them I couldn't help but gawk. I am sure that my mouth was hanging open.

Jack broke the ice saying, "We got you some drinks ladies." And with that we started walking to our rooms. Both of our rooms were on the same side of the resort so we walked together for a bit. The girls were in front and Jack and I brought up the rear. And speaking of rears, we were both treated to an amazing view of our wives' asses as we walked. It was so erotic to see their ass cheeks wiggle as they walked with nothing to contain them.

We arrived at our set of stairs first and my wife said good-by and headed up the stairs while Molly kept going. I turned to Jack and said, "See you later." When I did I noticed that he wasn't looking at me but past me at my wife ascending the stairs. As I turned to head up the stairs I immediately realized why he was staring. As I mentioned, my wife's cover-up went only just past her butt. And with her climbing the stairs every time she took a step the material was pulled up by her lifted leg.

The result of all of this was another glorious view of her pussy from behind. Yesterday I had been the only person close enough to get this view. But now, Jack was getting a front row seat to a lurid view of my wife's amazing pussy lips protruding from between her legs. I hesitated before I began to climb behind her because I did not want to immediately block Jack's view.

After entirely too long, I followed my wife up the stairs and into our room. I hung my suit to dry in the shower and went out on the balcony to enjoy my drink. The balcony was in the shade this time of day and with the breeze off the ocean it was very pleasant. I took in the scene which included people enjoying themselves at the bar, walking back from the beach, and even a few diehards still at the beach soaking up the afternoon sun.

After a few minutes my wife joined me on the balcony. I was still just wearing my towel and she was just wearing her cover-up. The drinks were good and they went down fast. They were also stiff and I immediately felt a nice buzz. I think that probably contributed to me starting the following conversation.

"I have to say, I really love that you took Molly's advice on just wearing your cover-up back from the shower," I said.

"I'm sure you do," she replied. "I just couldn't think of a better solution. Besides, I am pretty sure everybody at this resort has seen my boobs by now so I figured it wasn't a big deal if it is a bit see-through."

"A bit see-through?" I thought. Obviously she has never seen herself wearing it in the sun. But hey, I sure as hell wasn't going to let her in on the secret.

"I'm sure you're right," I told her. "And besides, I have to say I do love the view when you climb the stairs."

"You do, do you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Does my butt peak out a little bit."

"Actually, your butt stays mostly behind the cover up," I explained, "it's what's between your legs that I enjoy checking out."

After having a puzzled look for a beat she blurted out, "You can see my pussy from behind?"

I knew that the alcohol was getting to her because I think that might have been the first time I heard her refer to her area as her "pussy."

"Just a little," I lied, "but it is so sexy."

After thinking for a few seconds she asked in a slightly worried tone, "Do you think Jack noticed?"

I wasn't exactly sure how to play this so I hesitated. Jack definitely got an eyeful, I was sure of that, but I wasn't exactly sure how she would react to knowing this. I didn't want to negatively impact the show tomorrow after all.

Finally I said a casually as possible, "He might have got a peek, but only for a second or two before you were up the stairs."

"Holy crap," she said wistfully. "I had no idea you naughty boys could see that much. I'll have to be more careful in the future."

I should have been crushed, but somehow the way she said it made me think she was enjoying the thought of us looking at her most private area. But before I could think about it too much my wife stood up and moved slowly towards me. Without saying a word she untucked my towel and d****d it over the arm rests of my chair. As a result of the conversation we had been having my dick, while not completely hard, was thick and long as it lay across my lap.

"Hmmm, what this," she asked as she wrapped her hand around my cock. "Does someone like talking about me showing my pussy to strangers?"

"Jack isn't a stranger," I meekly replied with a smile as I slid my ass slightly forward in my seat and leaned back.

With that she knelt down and began to lick the head of my dick while her hand slowly stroked the shaft. Within moments I was fully hard as I watched my beautiful wife suck me off on our balcony in full view of fifty or so people. While I didn't think we had caught anyone's attention yet, I was still incredibly hot to put on an exhibition like this. As she continued to slowly suck and lick me I reached forward and started to unzip the cover-up from the top. Unfortunately, I could only get it down a few inches from my seated position.

The view of her cleavage from above was fantastic but I wanted more. As if sensing what I wanted my wife took one of her hands and unzipped the cover-up the rest of the way while continuing to suck my cock. With that the over-up fell open and her breasts hung free, lazily swinging as her head worked on my dick. At this point I was getting very close to coming and my wife could sense it.

She pulled her lips off of the swollen head of my dick with a quiet pop, looked up at me, and said, "I know you are about to finish, but I really want you to finish inside me."

"Ok baby," was all I could muster. As she pushed herself to her feet using my chair's armrests I tried mentally to get some blood to my legs as I assumed we would retire to the bedroom to finish this off. Instead she straddled me on the chair with her legs d****d over the sides. With her legs spread wide like this her pussy opened invitingly. However, instead of taking me inside her she first pushed my cock down and wrapped her soaking wet pussy lips around my shaft and began to rub up and down my length.

The feeling was amazing, as was the sight. My normally demure wife, with her cover-up completely open, was stroking my dick with her pussy on our balcony less than thirty or forty feet from an audience. Now, because she was mostly facing away from our audience and still had her cover-up d****d around her, her nudity was largely obscured from everyone but me. What we were doing on the other hand would have been all too obvious to anyone looking up.

Finally, she had had enough teasing and she lifted herself up so that she could position her opening above my dick which sprang off my stomach as soon as she lifted. She then eased herself down onto my cock and we proceeded to make love in plain view of all. And while I wouldn't exactly say a balcony chair is the optimal place to have sex, it actually worked surprisingly well.

As I slowly thrust in and out of her I began rubbing and squeezing her big tits which hung so invitingly in front of me. The entire scene was so erotic that I felt like I was in a haze of ecstasy and it seemed like my wife was in the same place. My thoughts were fleeting but I kept switching between the sights in front of me and imagining the view from below. I wasn't sure what was more exciting.

As I was getting ready to finish I knew that I wanted to take it one step further. With my chair angled towards the beach, our audience could see the back and some of the side of my wife as we made love. But as I have explained, she still had the cover-up on, which blocked any view of her from below. So, while I fully expected my wife to stop me, I began to slowly push the garment off her shoulders.

Because it is designed to fit rather loosely once I pushed it off her shoulder it immediately fell down her arms before stopping at her elbows. Her upper back and the top of her chest were now exposed, but due to the size of her breasts they were still largely hidden. I had done all I could do, the next move was up to her. She hadn't stopped me, but only she could finish the job.

Once again that hidden exhibitionist that lives way inside her and only comes out once in a blue moon came to the rescue. After a beat or two she pulled first her left arm and then her right through the arms holes. With no further obstruction the cover-up slid to the balcony floor. With that, two things happened. The first, and most immediately obvious to me, was that her amazing tits were now fully in view from the side.

The second thing that I became aware of was that the people returning from the beach would have only to look up to see an incredibly lewd scene. I had been so focused on exposing my wife's tits that I hadn't realized that if the cover-up was completely removed it would fully reveal my glistening cock sliding in and out of her slit. With her leaning slightly forward so that I could penetrate her more deeply, they would be able to see her puckered asshole between her spread ass cheeks as well.

As we got ever so close to climaxing together I couldn't help myself and I reach around with my right hand started to apply pressure in a circle to her tight little asshole. We had not ventured into ass-play much at this point in our marriage so it caught my wife off guard and sent her to new heights of ecstasy. Within seconds I was somewhat loudly slamming the last few thrusts into my wife. She released some low guttural moans before collapsing on top of me.

After sitting that way a bit to catch our breath, I at last began to consider the extent of our exhibition and current exposure. As my wife began to stir I hazarded a glance towards the bar. While it wasn't as if we had a dedicated audience, I did see more than one set of eyes looking our way. As my dick began to soften inside my wife, I figured it was probably time to move the party inside.

She must have had the same thought as at that moment she straightened up and slid off of my lap. Instead of darting inside as I thought she might, as soon as she stood up she leaned in and kissed me deeply. As our tongues slowly circled each other I reached up and caressed her hanging tits while our admirers watched. Finally my wife broke away and went into the room the get ready for dinner.

Because of our balcony adventure, we were a bit late meeting our friends at the bar. As soon as we got there they began telling us that when they got to the bar everyone was prattling on about a couple fucking on one of the balconies. I am sure that we bo