“She does have a great ass,” he said looking at Mark
Mark just watched.
“Thank you,” I said.
Then he put his hands in the band and pulled them below my ass.
I just stood there. My heart stopped beating.
“Yeah, very nice,” he said. “Don’t you agree Mark. You’re a lucky man she’s your wife.”
Mark said nothing.
“Well?” repeated Paul.
At this point I got kinda brave. I wanted to lighten the mood. In a kind of laughing manner, I put my hands on my hips and said to Mark, “Well?”
Mark looked at my face, then at Paul, still with his hands in the band of my panties.
“She’s beautiful,” he said.
I turned to look at Paul. He hadn’t let go. “Are you done?” I asked laughingly.
“I don’t know,” he replied. I’m enjoying looking. It’s kind of a crime to cover you back up, even with those tiny panties. You have such a great ass.”
I was enjoying this too much.
“So you want me to go put on a thong?” I suggested.
“Well. That’s one solution,” he replied.
“And the other?” I asked.
“Why wear them at all?” He suggested.
“Well, Karen’s wearing panties,” I pointed out. I probably shouldn’t have said that, in a second she pushed them off and stepped out of them.
“No I’m not,” Karen laughed. “I usually don’t wear panties at home. Paul won’t allow it. He’d have me go naked but my nipples get cold.”
I looked at Mark. He glanced at Karen, and then back to me.
“Well,” I said, staring straight at Mark, “when in Rome.”
I wiggled my ass. I was feeling bold. “Would you do the honors?” I asked Paul. Not losing eye contact with Mark.
Paul pushed my panties down my thighs, down to my knees and then let them drop to the floor. My newly shaven pussy came into view.
I bent down, my ass facing Paul, picked them up, and tossed them to Mark.
“Better?” I asked, not addressing anyone in particular.
Karen answered, “much better,” and then strangely added, “Who’s hungry?”
With that, except for Mark looking at me and staying mostly silent we had breakfast. I ate lightly. After all I’d be wearing a bikini all day. Fruit and juice. We talked about the plans to take the boat to a certain restaurant/bar you could sail up to and dock.
I asked if I needed clothes for the bar.
“I’d hate to ruin that show,” said Paul.
Karen playfully hit him on the shoulder. “It gets cold in there. Bring a tshirt or something to throw on over your suit,” She suggested.
After breakfast I went upstairs to change. Mark followed me. As soon as the door closed I grabbed him and kissed him.
“You better fuck me before we go,” I said. “Or I may have to find some guy in that bar to fuck.”
I reached down to grab his cock. It was rock hard. I whispered in his ear. “Did you like watching Paul take my panties off me? Did it turn you on?”
Without comment he turned me around and pushed me on the bed on my hands and knees. He never treated me this way, I liked it.
He pulled his cock out and standing at the edge of the bed started fucking me from behind.
“Oh my god,” I groaned. “That feels so good.”
“What brought this on? Did you like watching Paul feel my ass?” I asked.
“Fuck yes,” he replied with ragged breath as he pounded me from behind.
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