The Making of a Slut Wife Pt. 05

Sam sat down into the seat next to Olivia, who was staring out of the window, trying to see who else had chosen to take the excursion to the Hawksbill beach resort on the beautiful island of Antigua.

Over the last five days, Olivia had taken every opportunity to dress like a slut, both on the and off of the ship. Loving the attention that she'd been receiving. Especially when they went on shore excursions to the beach. On both occasions that they'd visited beaches on the islands, she'd worn tiny bikinis that left little to the imagination.

Sam had also enjoyed the attention that Olivia had received during the evenings when visiting the bars while on-board. He'd wander off, leaving her sitting alone, pretending he needed to use the bathroom, then watch from across the room as other men looked at her. On a couple of occasions, she'd d been approached by men trying to chat her up or get her to dance with them. Most likely trying to get into her knickers, well, at least that's what he hoped!

Sam thought that he'd get really jealous, or even angry when Olivia was approached by other men trying to chat her up, even though he wanted that. He did get butterflies in his stomach, but any small amount of jealousy was outweighed by how turned on he felt when seeing other men admiring his wife. The thought of other men wanting to fuck her always gave him a hard-on! He felt proud that he had a wife that others found attractive, that they desired, that they wanted to fuck.

He'd researched their ports of call before they embarked on the cruise. Luckily, he'd found what he was looking for in Antigua, the last of their island stops before the Trans-Atlantic part of the cruise.

Olivia had no idea what Sam had planned for today, only that they were going to a beach resort for the day.

Over the last week, Sam had encouraged Olivia to dress more adventurously, insisting that she didn't wear any underwear for the duration of the cruise, which she eagerly agreed to. In fact, the only time he allowed her to cover up her beautifully waxed pussy was around the pool, and then only in bikinis that he had purchased for her.

He'd brought Olivia some Wicked Weasel bikinis online. Surprising her with the new sexy bikinis on their second day of the cruise, she'd been shocked by just how revealing some of them were, the most revealing ones reserved for their trips ashore. She wore the slightly less risqué bikinis around the pool area, even so, they left little to the imagination. As this was an adults-only cruise, she didn't have to worry about offending any parents.

Sam's favorite bikini set, was a white cheeky bottom style. The top covered just the front of her breasts, leaving the bulk of her tits nicely exposed. The bikini bottoms were tied at the side with a pull string, leaving just a small triangle of material covering her pussy, the rear of the bottoms covering only half of her ass cheeks. But best of all, as far as Sam was concerned, was that when they were wet, they became almost entirely transparent! Sam had watched from his lounger as Olivia stepped out of the pool, unknowingly showing her hard nipples, shaved pussy mound, and just a tiny hint of slit visible to the other pool users. She'd been utterly oblivious to how sexy she looked.

When Sam started laughing, she'd asked him. "What are you laughing at?"

Sam just pointed at her wet bikini, looking pleased with himself. Olivia looked down, seeing that her tits and pussy were clearly visible through the bikini. She quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping around herself before sitting back onto her lounger.

"Bastard, you could've warned me," Olivia pretended to be annoyed, but, deep down inside, she was pleased that he had chosen such a revealing bikini for her to wear. She knew that she wouldn't have had the courage to buy it for herself, however much would have wanted to.

"What fun would that have been. You should have seen your face," Sam laughed, reaching for his drink. "Besides, look at all those dirty old men looking at you, you've made their day."

Olivia looked around the pool seeing several of the men and a few women looking her way.

Fuck it, I'll show him, Olivia thought, removing the towel, placing it on the floor by her side. Laying back onto the lounger, she put her hands behind her head, causing her tits to rise high up on her chest, her hard nipples pressing into the transparent material, while at the same time allowing her legs to relax and fall apart just a tiny little bit.

Sam watched her, amazed by her boldness; he wouldn't ever have envisioned her displaying herself so unashamedly a year ago. He was coming to believe that she was capable of doing anything he asked her to do.

Olivia looked straight across the small pool, seeing another couple staring at her. From their position, they would be able to see straight up between her legs, leaving her with no doubt that they could see her pussy through the wet material of her bikini bottoms. Well, at least I bloody hope so! She'd thought.

...

"Look," Sam heard Olivia say, bringing him back to the present.

Sam leaned across Olivia's lap, seeing that Brad and Carrie, from the cabin next to theirs, had just joined the queue for their bus.

They'd bumped into them a few times since that first morning a week ago, exchanging greetings and a bit of small talk, other than that, they hadn't seen that much of each other, much to their disappointment. They'd both been excited by their confession that they'd not only listened to them having sex, but had become so aroused that they had also had sex themselves while listening to them.

"Did you know that they were coming on this excursion?" Olivia asked Sam as he sat back into the seat.

"No, I've hardly seen them since that first morning," Sam said quietly. I hope that they're going to the same place as us, fuck, that would be exciting. He added in his mind.

Brad shook Sam's hand, saying hello as they passed by heading towards the back of the coach, where the few remaining empty seats were located.

Olivia looked up smiling as they passed, unable to avert her gaze from Carrie's ample bosom and shapely body. Carrie was dressed similarly to Olivia in a short summer dress, buttoned down the front, suitable for easy changing on the beach. Where Carrie's dress was a light cream color, ending halfway between her ass and knees, Olivia's was a pale yellow, almost exactly the same style. Both of them looked absolutely stunning in their little summer dresses.

Sam looked back down the coach, watching Carrie's ass sway as she walked down the aisle towards the back seats, wondering whether she'd also chosen not to wear any underwear. He hoped so.

The journey to Hawksbill beach only lasted about 20 minutes, most of which Sam spent looking out of the window, watching the scenery pass by, wondering what Olivia's reaction would be like when she found out where they were really going today. He hadn't let Olivia see the new bikini he had brought especially for today, well, calling it a bikini was a bit of a stretch. This one was also a Wicked Weasel micro bikini, designed to just about cover the pussy lips with a see-through mesh material, leaving very little to the imagination. Although it had come with a top made from the same mesh material, Sam had no intention of offering it to her while they were on the beach. He wanted her to at the very least go topless. From her behavior over the last few days, he knew she wouldn't mind having her nicely shaped 36C tits on display to everyone on the beach.

When the coach stopped at the resort, they waited for the other passengers to get off before leaving the coach themselves, not wanting to rush around.

Looking around, Sam saw Brad and Carrie walking off towards the beaches, pleased, but at the same time a little disappointed that they hadn't waited for them.

Olivia took hold of Sam's hand as they ambled in the direction of the beach, nipping into a small shop on the way through the main resort, buying some water and a few cans of beer and Pina Colada from the ice cooler, which the cashier put into a cool bag for them.

When they reached the edge of the beach, Sam turned left away from the main beach area pulling Olivia along with him.

"Where are we going? The beach is back that way," Olivia said, looking slightly concerned to be leaving the beaten track.

"You'll see," Sam said, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

They continued on in silence for about ten minutes, walking along slowly, enjoying the warm sunshine and the fantastic views of the sandy palm-lined beach. The farther they walked, the less populated the beach became.

Rounding a small headland, Sam saw the sign he'd been looking for, merely reading, "Eden Beach." Giving no indication as to what kind of beach it was.

Sam turned onto the beach, Olivia following cautiously behind. "This is it," he said as they made their way down onto the small secluded beach, only a few hundred yards long. There were a few beach loungers scattered around in pairs, other than that the beach was bear.

Olivia looked around, taking in the picturesque view of the soft white sand and clear blue waters of the Caribbean, thinking that it looked just like a postcard photo, almost too good to be true.

They walked along the edge of the beach, heading towards the far end, where a few palms offered some shade. Sam could see a few heads poking out over the top of some of the loungers, but thankfully that was all that was visible at the moment. He didn't want to scare Olivia off before he had the chance to explain where they were.

"This place is beautiful; how did you find it?" Olivia asked, starting to relax as Sam turned onto the sand, heading towards a pair of loungers located near a palm tree.

"I looked it up online before we came. I wanted to surprise you; do you like it?" He asked, hopefully.

"Yeah, it's beautiful and so quiet. It's nice to get away from all of the crowds, it gets a bit much after a while."

"Yeah, well, hopefully the view will get even better soon," Sam replied, looking pleased with himself.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

"What?" Olivia asked again, laughing, wondering what he was looking so pleased about.

"Just wait and see!"

Sam began to lay their towels out onto the loungers. Looking back down the beach, he could see a few people in the distance, mostly obscured by the heat haze rising from the warm sand.

Olivia sat on her lounger, wondering what he was up to, she's been married to Sam long enough to know he was up to something. Ah, well, fuck it, we're on holiday, just go with it. She thought, laying back into the soft padded top of the lounger.

Sam turned around, seeing Olivia resting on the lounger with her knees drawn up. Her dress had fallen down into her lap, giving Sam a lovely view of her pussy, her lips poking out from between the tops of her thighs as if asking to be eaten. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, all the while staring at Olivia's pussy, throwing it on the other lounger, leaving him in just his swimming shorts. Even after thirty years of marriage, he still loved the sight of her pussy.

Olivia watched Sam remove his top, still looking between her legs. God, he's relentless, always thinking about sex, she thought, secretly loving the fact that he still wanted to look at her after all these years.

"Where's my bikini?" Olivia asked, sitting up, looking out to sea.

Sam reached into his rucksack, pulling out a small bag, handing it to Olivia.

Reaching into the bag, Olivia pulled out just one tiny piece of material. Holding up the bikini bottoms in both hands, she turned to Sam, saying, "You've got to be fucking kidding me; I can't wear these!"

Olivia held up the flesh-colored bikini bottoms, inspecting them, or what little there was of them. With a string waist and back, the only real piece of material was the tiny V-shaped gusset made from a see-through mesh. The bikini was about an inch wide at the top, tapering down to just the string at the bottom, designed to go up between the ass cheeks. Her pussy lips would only just be covered by the small piece of material, leaving her bald pubic mound and ass cheeks completely exposed.

"Of course, you can, you'll look great in them," Sam said, sitting down, attempting to hide his hardening cock. Just the thought of Olivia in such a skimpy bikini was making his cock swell.

"I'll be almost naked! People will be able to see my pussy lips through these!" Olivia said a little shocked by just how small and reveling the bikini was.

"That's the point... Besides, look where we are, when are we likely to come to such a beautiful place again." Sam said, pointing back down the beach in the direction they had walked.

Olivia followed his gaze, taking a sudden sharp intake of breath as her eyes focused on the other people on the beach for the first time.

"Fucking hell, this is a nudist beach, isn't it?" Olivia could now see a few people standing naked at the water's edge looking out to sea, they were too far away to see any details, but it was clear they weren't wearing any clothing.

Sam began to laugh, "We did discuss the possibility of finding the nudist beach, remember?"

"Yes, but you could have warned me, fuck, I don't know if I'm ready to get my pussy out just yet! Everyone will see me."

"That's why you've got those," Sam teased her, pointing at the tiny bikini bottoms in her hand.

"Ha-ha, you're bloody funny," Olivia said sarcastically, feigning annoyance, when, in reality, the idea of sunbathing naked, being looked at by dozens of strangers, had been on her mind for months. Sam knew damn well it was one of her fantasies. And now she had the opportunity to live out that particular fantasy.

"I don't know if I can, I mean, fuck I'm in my fifty's, people don't want to see me."

"I do, and if I do, other people will as well... Look half the people on this beach are about our age," Sam said encouragingly, looking back down the beach.

Olivia looked around, seeing that Sam was right, a lot of the people nearby were around about their age if not older.

Taking the plunge, Olivia stood, pulling the bikini bottoms on underneath her dress.

Looking up at Sam, Olivia asked expectantly, "Where's the top?"

Sam just shrugged his shoulders, smiling mischievously.

"Asshole."

"What?" He laughed, "It's not as if you haven't been topless before, is it?" Sam sat onto his lounger, watching Olivia lift her dress up over her head, folding it carefully, then placing it into the rucksack, her exposed breasts swaying as she leaned over, before lying back down with her legs stretched out straight, pressed tightly together.

Sam felt his cock straining in his shorts while he studied his wife. Laying with her arms loosely by her sides, her size 36C tits falling slightly to the sides, her nipples were already hard and erect.

He drew in his breath when looking at her bikini bottoms. Her waxed pussy mound was completely uncovered, with just a hint of material showing between her legs. The flesh colored string of the bikini merged with the color of her skin, making it look as if she were, in fact, already naked.

"Shit, you already look naked in those anyway," Sam said, studying her hard nipples.

Olivia thought for a minute keeping her eyes shut before whispering, "Maybe later, after I've had a few of those cocktails."

Sam immediately reached into the rucksack excitedly, pulling out two cans, opening both before offering one to Olivia.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Olivia laughed, causing her tits to wobble, much to Sam's pleasure.

"Damn fucking right I am."

"I think you better go in the sea to cool down, I can see your hard-on through those shorts... Oh, and by the way, if I do go naked, so are you! I'm not doing it on my own, so you better get rid of that." Olivia said, pointing at the tent in his shorts, taking a large gulp of her drink.

While Olivia lay back onto her lounger, to bask in the sun, Sam made his way down the beach towards the sea. Looking back in the direction of the resort, he could see more people had started to appear on the beach, some already naked but unfortunately too far away for him to make anything out. He walked into the warm water diving under the surface when it reached his chest. He spent the next twenty minutes swimming leisurely in the warm water before making his way back up the beach to Olivia.

He noticed that a few of the beach beds close by them had now become occupied by people in various stages of undress. Only one couple about twenty yards away appeared to be completely naked at the moment. Most of the women were topless already, although he hoped that as the day progressed, more of them would choose to remove all their clothing.

Approaching Olivia, he noticed that she had allowed her legs to relax, causing them to part slightly. The view before him, took all of his will power not to get another hard-on. Looking up between her legs, the tiny bikini appeared almost invisible. He could make out her pussy lips through the small triangle of mesh material that struggled to contain her pussy lips.

Fuck me, I could fuck her right here, and now, he thought as he stared open-mouthed at his wife.

"Like the view, do you?" Olivia said from behind her sunglasses.

"Fuck me, yes, I can't wait for a few other people to see it as well."

"Really, you can't wait for a bunch of strangers to see my pussy! Does it turn you on, watching other people looking at your wife's pussy?" Olivia asked teasingly, already knowing the answer; after all, they'd talked about it often enough.

"You know it does," Sam replied, laying on his lounger on his front, willing his cock back down.

They spent the next hour or so relaxing in the sunshine drinking their cocktails. Sam closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin, falling into a light sleep.

"Hi."

Sam opened his eyes, surprised to see Carrie standing in front of him smiling, Brad was a few yards away, dragging one of the loungers, which was covered in bags behind him.

Olivia looked up as Brad approached, Shit, he'll see my tits. She instinctively thought about covering herself up, but then remembering where they were, choosing to lay back with her arm behind her head, wanting to show off for Sam, her heart pounded in her chest, butterflies in her stomach as she displayed herself.

"Hi," Sam said quietly, looking to see Olivia's reaction at being caught almost naked.

He was surprised to see her lay back, placing a hand behind her head, causing her tits to rise up on her chest, Sam's heart skipped a beat. Fucking hell, she's showing off. He heard her softly saying, "Hello," her voice sounding nervous and shaky, indicating how nervous she was.

"Fuck me, that was hard work," Brad said as he finally reached Carrie's side, dropping the lounger onto the sand.

"Bloody hell mate, I didn't expect to see anyone from the boat on this beach."

Brad looked around, noticing two empty loungers a few yards away, "Do you mind if we pull up one of those beds over and sit with you two? I don't think I've got the energy to walk another bloody step," he said in his broad Australian accent.

"Err, yeah ok, no worries," Sam said a bit nervously, caught off guard by their unexpected appearance. He looked over to Olivia, who gave him a nervous look, neither of them had expected to end up sitting with anyone else today, especially their neighbors from the ship!

"No, leave them be, they probably want to be on their own, "Carrie said, giving Brad a dirty look.

"No, honestly, it's fine, stay, please," Olivia said, feeling a little more confident now the initial shock of their appearance had worn off. "You just caught us off guard, that's all."