James has some swimwear for Felicity next

James stepped close to the changing room door and told Felicity to stay put in the changing room while he went to pick out some swimwear. She opened the door a crack, watching him stride away, his confidence and authority a stark contrast to her own shyness. She couldn't believe she had agreed to this, to letting him choose her clothes, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist.

When he returned, his arms were laden with a bundle of fabrics in various shades. He handed them to her with a grin that promised sinful delights. "Let's see if we can find something that makes you look like the sexy little slut I know you are when we’re by the pool," he said, his voice dripping with desire. “Try them all on… and remember, I want photos of each.”

Felicity's pulse quickened as she took the first piece of swimwear—a relatively conservative black one-piece. The material was sleek and smooth, and as she slid it over her body, she felt a sense of excitement she hadn't felt in a long time. The suit was surprisingly flattering, hugging her curves in all the right places without revealing too much. She took a deep breath, looking at her reflection in the mirror. It was sexy, but still within the realm of what her normal shy self would consider acceptable.

With trembling hands, she took a photo of herself in the suit, her phone capturing the way the material clung to her body. She sent the image to James with a coy smile, waiting for his response.

It took only a moment before her phone buzzed with his reply, "Good start, but let's see what else you've got in there."

Felicity reached for the next piece of swimwear, her heart racing as she uncovered the pale pink string bikini with pink and turquoise patterns scattered across the fabric. The material was soft and clingy, with very thin straps, and she felt a rush of excitement at the thought of wearing something so revealing. She had never felt so exposed, so ****, and yet, she found herself eager to see James's reaction.

With trembling fingers, she slid the bikini top over her breasts. The cups barely held her small breasts, and she knew that the slightest movement might cause her nipples to show. The bottoms were equally as tiny, the fabric just covering her most intimate parts. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and stepped out of her jeans. The bikini was like a second skin, highlighting every inch of her body, making her feel like a sex goddess ready to be worshiped.

Felicity glanced at herself in the mirror, her cheeks flaming. The sight of her barely covered body was so foreign, but James's words echoed in her mind—his praise, his hunger for her. She knew he would love this. With a newfound boldness, she struck a pose, one hand on resting her hip. Her eyes were filled with a fiery determination as she took the selfie, capturing her newfound confidence and vulnerability.

The message sent, she waited with bated breath for James's response. The anticipation was palpable, her body tight with excitement and a hint of fear at what was to come. When her phone buzzed, she snatched it up, her eyes eagerly devouring his words.

"Jesus, Felicity. You're going to be the hottest wife on the beach," James replied, his words sending a thrill through her. "You're making me so hard just thinking about it. But let's not stop there. Try on the next one."

Her hands shaking, Felicity reached for the tiniest bikini of all—a daring yellow string number with cute bows on the sides. The fabric was so small it looked like it would barely cover her most intimate parts. She had never felt so exposed in her life, but she was eager to see his reaction.

Slipping the bikini top over her breasts, she marveled at how the fabric clung to her skin. The bows sat teasingly on her hips, and the strings barely covered her nipples. The bottoms were even more revealing, the thin strips of material disappearing into the crevice of her ass and barely shielding her pussy, yet somehow it was both cute and sexy. She felt a thrill of excitement, her heart racing with anticipation.

Felicity took a few more photos, each one more daring than the last. The mirror reflected a woman who was unrecognizable to her—confident, wanton, and utterly irresistible. She sent the photos to James, her pulse racing as she awaited his response.

The buzz of her phone was almost instant, and she couldn't resist a peek at the screen. "Fuck, baby. That's perfect. You're going to make every other man on the beach jealous as hell." His message was short, but the lust in his tone was unmistakable. She felt a surge of power, knowing that she could turn him on even with just a photo.