A swimsuit

The next day was a beautiful one but most of the morning was spent putting the house back in order. Maisy and her boyfriend didn’t reappear until lunchtime. Mike suspected that they must have stayed up quite late. Helen, who was making herself another pot of coffee knew they had and it took her a moment to relax and make eye contact with them after having done unspeakable thighs to herself while listening to them.

As everyone was tired from the party, they decided to spend the day slouching around the house. The sun was shining and the pool was calling to Maisy who dashed off to change into her bikini and bullied her boyfriend into joining her for a swim. “We should relax by the pool too. We have that large parasol to keep the sun off you. It would be a shame not to use it” suggested Mike.

Helen looked down at herself. “I should change.” She was in jeans and a T-shirt and the heat of the day had made that a poor choice.

“You could swim too if you like, then we could try the hot tub later. I’m dying to have a go.”

“I don’t have a swimming costume and besides, we have company.” She gestured towards the spare room.

“You do actually. I picked one up when I got the dress.” He saw how she was about to react. “Don’t worry, it’s not at all racy and it’s just white, nothing garish. And as for those two. Maisy is a woman and whatever his name is clearly into Maisy, he’ll barely notice you. He barely seems to notice anything.”

“Don’t remind me,” said Helen as a wave of guilt washed over her.

Mike sidled up to her and pulled her in close to him. “Why not? You looked like you enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed seeing you enjoy it.”

“Stop it,” she said as she playfully pushed him away. She wasn’t cross, in fact, his attention was making her is eel a little excited again. “Maybe I will have a look at the swimsuit. If it is as you say then I’ll see how I feel.”

“I’d love to see you in it,” he said, smiling.

“I bet you would,” she called back as she headed to the bedroom. Mike was being so flirtatious. It was actually kind of fun. He was her husband so why shouldn’t they flirt a little? Surely it was just a sign that their marriage is strong. It did make her a little tingly though which was inconvenient as it was a way off bedtime.

The swimsuit was as Mike had said. She tried it on and while she was self-conscious about showing so much of herself, he had chosen as simple a design as possible. He was so considerate, maybe she should wear it for his sake if nothing else.

Mike was watching Maisy in her cute little two-piece bikini as she cannonballed straight into the pool, got out again and shoved her boyfriend in before diving after him. He turned and caught sight of his bashful looking wife in her swimsuit. She looked great but nothing in comparison to the sight of her in the lingerie the previous night. Still, he was pleased to see that in some small way her confidence had grown and she chose to wear it. “You wore it, I’m so pleased,” he said, reaching his hands out to take hers.

She took his hands and gave him a shy smile. His reaction made her happy. “I’m still nervous,” she confessed. “What if Maisy’s boyfriend looks at me?”

“then he will see a beautiful woman in a very normal swimsuit in her own back garden, besides her own pool.” he looked at her but she didn’t seem convinced. “You can’t control the way people look at you or what they think. If he finds you exciting then that is his problem. You are doing nothing wrong. No damn it,” he added getting a little passionate. “You are doing a very normal thing that millions of women across the world do every day and with more modesty than most of them.”

She looked a little startled so he pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry my love. I get annoyed by the fact your parents made you feel even a hint of shame for being a beautiful woman. It just gets to me sometimes.”

She knew he was right. It was her parent’s voices she heard when she considered doing something even as mundane as putting on a swimming costume to go into a swimming pool. To make it worse, it was clearly hurting Mike as well preventing her from doing perfectly normal things. “I need to push myself a bit don’t I?” she said into his shoulder. “We are supposed to be starting a new life. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? I want it too. I’ll try harder to move past these things. Will you help me?” she asked, looking up at him with watery eyes.

Mike looked back at her getting emotional himself. “You know I will. You looked so wonderful last night.”

Helen blushed, “I confess, I did enjoy dressing up. The dress was beautiful.”

Mike had been referring to the sight of her as naked as he had ever seen but he went with her interpretation. “It was only beautiful because you were in it. I’m not the only one who thought so. I saw several men try to charm you.”

“They were just being polite,” she said but her shy smile said that she had liked it. “You weren’t jealous were you?” she added, looking suddenly worried.

“Incredibly. The real question is did I mind? Not in the slightest. I was so proud of you. I just hoped you would see you are as desirable to others as you are to me.”

“Stop it,” she said but she was still holding in a smile.

Mike pulled her against himself in a more suggestive way “Did you like all those men giving you attention?”

“Mike, no. Of course not.” She had gone beetroot again.

“Come on, be honest,” Mike urged.

“I am, I didn’t like it.” She couldn’t hold his gaze.

“Come on, you aren’t a great lier. Tell me the truth or no making love for a week,” he threatened.

Helen’s eyes went wide in panic at the idea and she knew she would be **** to touch herself again which would make her feel guilty. To confess such a thing to Mike of all people was awful but perhaps the lesser of two evils. “Fine,” she pouted, too embarrassed to look at him. “I did quite like all the attention I got.”

“From the other men?” he goaded.

“Yes from the other men. Ugh, that’s it, let me go please. I’m going outside.” she shook herself free of him and stomped off to the backyard. How could he make her say such a thing and why was she wanting to make love again so much?

Mike knew he was in trouble but couldn’t help feeling like it was worth it.