Truthfully if he’d asked me to have a threesome I probably would have said yes. In fact, I know I would have. The idea turned me on then and does now, but I wanted it to happen with someone I loved. I wanted to know that years from then I would be holding hands and laughing with him over stuff we did when we were younger. He was not that man. We never went out again. I met Mark a year later.
Mark was different, loving, considerate, and kind. He made me feel special, loved. I easily fell in love with Mark and was thrilled when he asked me to marry him. Standing in front of the mirror though, I wondered if he ever thought I was hot
I had brought three bathing suits. I knew we’d be in the boat. All bikinis. I pulled one on and headed back to the deck.
Karen was the first to see me, “Wow, you do have a hot body,” she said. Then to Paul, “You never told me how sexy she was.”
Paul replied, “She certainly is.”
She turned back to me. “You need a bathing suit that shows off more of those assets.” Then she laughed, handed me a drink, and said, “You’re gorgeous.”
I sat down. I felt a little flush at the attention, but, I liked it. It had been awhile since I’d been so blatantly admired. It made me tingle.
I was feeling a little bold, “I take it you approve of the bathing suit?”
“Oh no,” said a Karen. “The bathing suit covers too much. That body needs to be shown off. Don’t you agree Mark?”
They finally brought Mark into the conversation.
He looked at me, smiled at me, and said, “Yes, she’s beautiful.”
Karen pushed it. “Yes, she’s beautiful, but she’s more than that, she’s sexy, sensual. I can sense it in her. Don’t you agree.”
Mark didn’t answer.
Karen kept pushing. “Don’t you think she’s sexy?”
Mark looked a bit uncomfortable. Then he said, “I’ve always thought she was sexy.”
Mark never said I was sexy, or hot. He was more of the love type. He adored me, and let me know it, but he was not really comfortable with blatant sexuality. Don’t get me wrong, we had lots of sex, but it was mostly about love, not fucking.
We all chatted for a while and as the sun went down we realized we hadn’t eaten. Karen suggested we go out. Mark and I went to change for dinner.
We got ready for dinner. I pulled on some jeans, a nice top, and heels. I touched up my makeup. Mark got dressed and we left the room to meet Karen and Paul.
Karen was wearing a skin tight sheath halter dress that barely covered her ass. It had a cowl neck and showed some cleavage. The back was open and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt inappropriately dressed.
Karen looked at me. “No, no, that won’t do,” she said.
She took my arm, “we’ll be right back,” she told the guys.
She guided me to her room. I was slightly shorter than her, but other than that we were the same size.
“Let’s get you something that will make everyone jealous that our men have such sexy women with them.” She explained.
She pulled out a red wrap dress. It was beautiful. Then she turned to me and started to undress me. I should have stopped her. I could undress myself but somehow I was mesmerized by what she was doing. There was something inside me that was enjoying her taking control.
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