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Showing off at the Bay

Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 3

Nathan transformed me into an insatiable exhibitionist… a slut wife craving for strangers cocks.

“Am I supposed to wear… this?” I asked, holding the bra against my naked tits, the two triangles barely covering my nipples.

I’m sure Nathan expected this reaction. After all, the bikini he’d bought for me didn’t cover much of my skin.

“Well, there’s always the option of going naked,” he jokes.

“The fuck… I’m not going to wear th-”

I stopped when I finally got the hint.

“Going naked? Like… to a nudist beach?” I asked, frowning. “Ooh, we’re so not going there,” I complained.

In truth, I was already trembling with anticipation, wishing that was my hubby’s plan. I wanted to scream to the world how much I liked the idea, but I couldn’t resist pretending to fight with him… just for the sake of it.

He smiled. He already knew what a naughty woman I can be. I had shown him just the night before, asking him to lick and touch me in every way, in every hole, until we both fell asleep.

When we woke up a couple of minutes ago, I was excited again. I reached for his cock and found it hard for me.

Mmmm… Morning woods are my favourite!

Even if his cock was hard, though, he took his time to gently caress my naked back and butt, engaging in more passionate touches only when my hips began rocking against his hand, begging to be pleased more.

He licked you again. A special way to bring me back to him, from my dreams. Not that he didn’t like it. The night before he had licked her whole body. Her feet, hands, arms, neck, face. Her legs, armpits, tits, pussy, ass. He always took his time to make me feel adored.

In the end, we didn’t have proper sex that morning. But to be honest I didn’t miss it… We had got plenty, already, and we were going to have even more of it.

The atmosphere told me he wanted to experience something different, this week. He had booked the holiday for us, to enjoy each other’s presence without the pressure of time.

Doing something normal, like newlyweds on honeymoon.

“I’ll look so slutty,” I said.

He was happy to notice my resigned tone. Soon the small panties were around my butt and the tiny bra cladding my boobs. I complained, but I had no intention to remove them.

“You’re sure you want to show me around.. like this?” I asked, turning around to show you how revealing the bikini was.

I saw doubts in his eyes, for the first time.

“Definitely way too small,” he said, but didn’t ask me to remove it.

My blood was boiling at the thought of men looking at me.

Nathan grabbed me and turned me around. Forced me to bend against the wall, spanked my butt, then spread my cheeks.

“They’ll see everything if you bend,” he said.

“Should I let my bag fall, then, and bend like this to fetch it? I teased him, bending even more to expose my butt and my only slightly covered pussy lips.

“Mmmm… if you do, I may take you on the spot, right away, regardless of people watching.”

That made me instantly wet. I wished Nathan dared to do that… but maybe it just wasn’t the time yet, for us.

“I’m proud of having such a beautiful woman.”

“Smart… you said smart, right?”

“If you’re so smart, wear something over the bikini. They’ll not let you enter the restaurant half-naked.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mocked him.

I was lost in my imagination. I was fantasizing about living in a nudist resort, about going to the restaurant naked, about seeing other people exposing themselves to me while looking at me.

Maybe, I should have asked Nathan to make my wish come true.

“Fuck… you look stunning,” he said as soon as I laid my towel on the beach and took off my summer dress.

A man a couple of meters away had stared at my ass as I walked by, and his eyes were still stuck on my body. He started and turned his eyes away from me only when his partner told him something.

Maybe the couple was going to fight because of me? Or maybe she was going to fuck him hard to remember him she owned him… without realizing he would think about my firm ass the entire time?

Ooh, such naughty thoughts, I had!

“Come with me,” hubby said.

“Where?” I asked, wearing a sarong, but he didn’t answer.

Hubby brought me to a small kiosk where he rented a paddleboard. The way the owner looked at my curves clad in the transparent sarong made my pussy tingle.

“Mmmm… that’s a surprise. Who’s gonna paddle?”

“Me, of course. I’m not going to let you crush us,” he joked.

I had to resist the urge to slap him. Instead, I leaned over him and kissed him. A nice, long french kiss that we found difficult to interrupt. As always when we get lost in each other.

“You’re my favorite driver. No way I’m going to complain,” I said.

Well… I guess, Occasionally, I can be sweet, too.

We got on the board and he paddled to a nearby small cove. There was a small beach not more than two hundred meters from us. There were other small boats there.

“Ooh, fuck,” Nathan complained.

I laughed. I believe he had meant it to be a private oasis just for us. Like every other couple, there had thought.

With me kneeling on the board and hubby standing behind me, we entered the bay and got closer to the beach. Two couples were suntanning there. The beach was so tiny that we could consider it crowded already.

“Do you like it?” hubby asked, trying hard to mask his disappointment. But I could feel he was doing his best not to spoil the mood.

I turned around, and he sat in front of me.

“Were we supposed to be alone?” I asked, with that subtle mocking tone he both hated and loved in me.

Especially when I was right.

“It seems my plans didn’t consider we’re not the last two people on Earth,” he bitterly said, looking at the beach. “But the view is nice, isn’t it?”

“Mmmm… yeah… I bet you have a nice view…”

“Of course I-”

It took him a second to understand there was something more to this. His focus moved from the bay behind me to my face, then down my body. I wasn’t wearing the sarong, anymore. The tiny bikini was all there was on me.

I slid my hands on my sides and pulled down the tiny triangles covering my tits, revealing my hard nipples to him.

My husband didn’t talk. He was in awe. I had gotten the effect I wanted.

“So, do you like what you see?” I repeated.

He swallowed. The other little boats were not far enough. They could see me. My exposed breast, the hardness growing inside Nathan’s trunks.

I knew that, among all, he was excited by my boldness. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“You look stunning,” he said, trying to hide the tent in front of his trunks.

“The beach isn’t free, but that doesn’t mean our morning is spoiled, right?” I said.

Then I straightened my legs to his sides and slid a hand between them. I moved aside the little thong, exposing my pussy to him, looking at his hard cock now, biting my lips, such was the need to suck it, to have him inside me.

My fingers danced on my clit. Rubbed it, titillated it, pinched it. Then slid deep inside my cunt.

“I wish you could fuck me… like this…” I told him, pushing two fingers in and out of me.

“And I wish I was sucking your cock like this,” I added, bringing my wet fingers to my mouth to suck them clean.

Nathan remained silent, but there was so much pleasure in his eyes. I felt once again like the most beautiful woman in the world.

A splashing noise anticipated a boat passing closer to us. I didn’t cover myself, nor stopped to finger my pussy. More than a loud moan escaped me, while I looked deep into my husband eyes, waiting for the strangers to pass by, and see how naughty I was for my man.

“I hate you”, he said. But of course, the tent his cock was making in front of my eyes told me a different story.

“You hate which part of me, in particular? This?” I asked, fondling one of my tits, teasing one of my hard nipples with my fingers, gently pulling and pinching it.

The little boat was so close to us… not more than a couple of metres. In the corner of my eye, I could see two persons on it, but I didn’t want to look at them. It was enough to feel their eyes on me.

“Or maybe… mmm… you hate… this?” I asked, pushing two fingers deep inside my pussy again, then pulling them out to show him how wet I was.

My hubby seemed on the verge of surrendering to his animal instincts. I could see him grabbing my head and pushing it to his cock, fucking my throat, choking me with it. I could see him fucking my mouth hard while keeping my head firm, and then releasing me only to shoot his load on my face, my lips, my naked tits.

I had awakened his primal instincts, but he couldn’t move much on the precarious balance of the paddle board.

The little boat continued its journey and the strangers disappeared. I finger-fucked me harder, now. It was a show for my husband, and yet I was the one whose orgasm was growing so quickly. My sensitive clit was on fire, my g-spot was swollen, ready to please me… just a moment… just a little push more…

Splash.

A moment, and we were both in the water.

We hadn’t noticed another, bigger boat passing by, and the waves had rocked our small paddle board so much, we had rapidly lost balance.

We laughed hard, and it took some time for both of us to get back on the paddle board. We joked it was a new thing to add to our list of funny moments.

Unfortunately, the moment has been ruined, and so we just turned the board around and headed back to our beach.

No words.

I thought we both wanted to run back to the bungalow and fuck like rabbits.

But Nathan wasn’t that simple.

After so much teasing, the only thing he wanted, was to pay me back.

Follow the adventures of Nathan and Annabelle! A new part will be out soon. Follow me and subscribe to receive all the updates 😍

• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 1
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 2
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 3
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 4
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 5
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 6

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