I Like to Watch

It all started out on vacation, last summer. My wife, Vicky, and I were at a Caribbean resort known for its clothes optional policy. I had picked this resort; Vicky having had reservations about the nudity. Vicky is a tall, leggy blonde of 34 who regularly exercises to keep down the effect of having two kids. Her breasts are picture perfect, and should be, since they cost over $4,000 to get them that way. She has what you might call a smart mouth that usually gets her into trouble. But there’s not a blonde in the world that can’t get herself out of trouble, especially when naked.

To my surprise, Vicky took to the clothing optional policy right away; her bikini top was off ten minutes after we got to the pool with the bottoms soon following. She (and several other women) made a point of strutting around the pool until finding herself a seat at the pool bar. A man grabbed the seat next to Vicky and began chatting her up. The pool gave me an excellent vantage point to watch my wife and her apparent suitor. After a few minutes Vicky looked over at me, her eyes asking me join them. I wanted to comply but I had suddenly developed an erection, watching my wife being hit on at the bar. So I stayed in the pool less I advertise to anyone and everyone of my sudden jolt of eroticism. After a little while she disentangled herself from her suitor and we went back to the room.

Once in the room, I stretched out on the bed. Vicky slid in next to me, placing her leg over mine. She caressed my chest and nibbled my ear. "Well, you seemed to enjoy watching that guy try to pick me up. Would you like to talk about it?"

"I'm not sure," I mumbled.

"Well,” she countered, “Married couples shouldn’t have secrets. Why can’t you tell me how you feel?"

Vicky had never been one to share fantasies but the resort and her open nakedness had changed her, somehow. "So are you a voyeur?" she asked.

"It was fun watching you at the pool," I countered, not exactly answering.

She firmly said, "That's not what I asked. Do you like watching?"

“I guess I do,” I admitted.

"Would you rather have me, or watch someone enjoy me?" she asked, bluntly. "I wondered why you wanted to come to a nude resort. I thought maybe that you had lost interest in me, sexually. Maybe you wanted someone else. But you didn't seem interested in the other women. I think we both know what you want, and I think its time you admit it -- not only to me but to yourself."

I was speechless, she continued, "I noticed that you liked it when that other guy talked to me as I sat there naked. If you get off watching me exposed in front of others, maybe you want to watch me with others. Are you sure that you're not a voyeur?"

My body betrayed my mind. I was clearly very excited. Vicky responded and began rubbing her bare body against mine. She was taking control, and she was asking me to answer a question to which I knew the answer, but was afraid to reveal. I looked into her eyes and felt the warmth of her crotch on my knee.

"Yes," I replied, my voice husky with desire.

"Yes what?" she pressed.

"Yes, it would excite me," I admitted.

She rose and stood in front of me, and then she placed her hands on her breasts, massaging them. "Would you like to see someone else do this to me?"

Before I could answer she took one hand and inserted two fingers in her pussy, stimulating herself. "Would it give you pleasure to watch someone else's fingers in my pussy, another cock even?" she continued.

"Very much," I replied.

"Would you really enjoy watching someone else caress and fondle me? Fuck me? Could you really enjoy that?" She waited for my reaction.

"I would love to try. Could you go through with it?" I asked.

"How far would you want this to go?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. It would depend on the situation," I said.

Vicky pressed for more. "What situations?"

She was now rubbing her pussy quicker, and I knew that she was concentrating on her clitoris. She wasn't groaning, but she was ending her questions with audible sighs.

"I think would depend on who, where, and what kind of encounter," I answered, somewhat distracted by her movement.

"Well,” she said, I think the “where” is obvious; we’re at a nude resort. If it is going to happen it will happen here. If you would get pleasure from watching me with another person.”

“Even persons,” I interrupted.

“Yes, even persons,” she continued, “I would love to explore, as you say ‘situations’. But this is your fantasy; I will let you choose the who and what.”

“But,” I said, it needs to be your fantasy also.”

“Oh, it will be,” she said, “Just let me wiggle my ass around the pool and see what I catch,” she joked.

Vicky leaned forward and gave me a sultry, wet kiss. Her tongue probed my mouth. She pressed her body into mine, masturbating her pussy against my thigh. Then she stopped and looked at me with a questioning smile.

“How about tonight?” she asked, “It’s getting late in the day; you better set something up or we’ll both be disappointed.”

Damn right we would.