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

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

Then she seemed to notice the way she was dressed.

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

I was about to respond when Paul entered the room.

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

“Uneventful,” Mark answered, “but we’re glad to be here.”

“Well we’re glad to have you,” Karen responded.

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

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

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

“Come in, come in,” Karen said.

“Are you hungry? Would you like a drink?” asked Paul.

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

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

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

I looked at Mark.

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

I blushed. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room where you can change.”

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

“Here ya go,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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