Wet shirt sans bra

Put the kids to bed. Time for adult time. The annual tradition to relax in the hot tub. Your wife wears a red one piece. She winks at you when you check her out. You might be getting lucky tonight.

You step out onto the cool back deck. Your sister and her husband are already in the tub chatting it up with your little brother and his new wife. You quickly pour two glasses of wine and hurry to the hot water before the breeze starts to sting.

You smile seeing your wife’s cold hard nipples press against her suit before she dips into the water to warm. She places a hand on your thigh under the water when you pass her the wine. You’re definitely getting lucky tonight.

You look across the hot tub at your sister in law. You ask, “Did you end up finding a suit in your luggage?”

“No. I’m just wearing a T-shirt.” She stands up out of the water. The wet T-shirt clings to her like it’s painted on. It shows everything. The massive curve and shape of her breasts. The hardness of her nipples. Goddamn. Is that a piercing!?!?!?

Aphrodite with implants carved from marble.

She splashes back down in the water.

“Smart idea,” you say. She’s not ruining a bra in the hot tub. Just wet cotton between you and her immaculate tits.

Your wife giggles when your dick hardens under the water and touches her resting hand. She kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear, “Naughty man.”

She thinks you’re hard from her mild flirting. Your sister-in-law’s obscene presentation didn’t even phase her. She’s all about relaxing and enjoying the night. She finishes her glass of wine quickly.

She stand up from the tub, “Who wants a refill?”

Five glasses raise to her.

She laughs, “Okay. I’ll need some help.”

“I’ll help,” your little brother’s wife says. She gets up out of the water giving you more glorious views of her body.

Your brother-in-law says to your little brother, “You’re wife is smoking. Good job.” They pound fists.

Your sister rolls her eyes, “Look all you want. She’s never go for a dweeb like you.”

“Thank you for the permission. I’ll definitely be looking. Here she comes.”

Like a dream she walks across the deck. The shirt looks frozen against her body. Her nipples stab like daggers. The left is definitely pierced. She hands you your glass. You mumble, “Tits, I mean Thanks.”

She giggles at the mistakes and floats into the water across the tub. Your wife sits backs down next to you. Her hand returns to your lap. She grips your hard cock.

Your wife is feeling friskier than she ever has before. Maybe the presence of a young nubile female has invoked some competition in her. Out of nowhere she asks the newlyweds, “How many times have you had sex since the wedding? I kept track through our first month.”