I was walking down the beach when I spotted her. I knew
my husband had not seen her. He can sometimes be in his
own world. I don’t mind. When his mind is off, he is
usually thinking of me. He is just enjoying being with
me, thinking of what he’d like to do with (or to) me, or
thinking of things he can do for me. He is amazingly
good to me. I am madly in love with him and would do
anything for him.

I watched her for a moment. She looked to be in her late
20s early 30s. She had long brown hair past her
shoulders to the middle of her back. Her face was girl
next door pretty. At about 5’2″ she probably thought she
was about 20 lbs overweight. Well, at least up until 5
about months ago. She was obviously pregnant. She still
had a great ass and hips. You could clearly see the soft
curve of her belly.

She was wearing a string bikini that sat below her
belly. She had on an orange gauze cover-up. It was
practically see through and did not cover up anything. I
smiled to myself and nudged my husband.

My husband had always told me he found pregnant women
sexy. I thought it was weird at first, but after reading
a bit I realized it was quite common. It was especially
common among men whose mothers were pregnant during
their formative years. My husband had 3 siblings all
born within 7 years. His mother was pretty much pregnant
from the time he was one till he was seven.

This is a second marriage for both of us. We met 10
years ago. We already had children and decided not to
have more. My husband’s first marriage was not happy. He
told me when his wife was pregnant she would not let him
touch her. It was a true irony that when I was pregnant
I was horny as hell and my husband wouldn’t touch me.

When I nudged my husband out of whatever world he was
visiting. He looked at me. It’s always funny. He looks
at me like a big dog who thinks he’s a lap dog. He wants
to know what I want and what he can do to make me happy.

Don’t get me wrong. He is not a wuss. He is a big,
strong decisive man. People look up to him. When I need
something he is my rock. Just as he worships me, I
worship him. He is definitely the man of our house. He
gives me the safety to be a woman.

This time I tilted my head in her direction. It’s a game
we play. I often point out things or people I know he
finds pretty or sexy. I am very confident in our love
and know there is no need to be jealous. He finally
realized which way I was pointing and looks. He noticed
her too and commented that she was beautiful.

I laughed and said, “I am so good to you.”

He kissed me and told me I was amazing. We kept walking.
As we went by he took one more look. He is so cute.

We were on vacation staying at a beach hotel. We took a
nap, got dressed, and went to dinner. As we were eating
the young woman came in. She was by herself. She was
seated not far from us. I offered to switch seats with
my husband so he could get a better view. He just
laughed, looked at me and said the view was perfect.

He wasn’t looking, but I checked her out a bit more. She
was just as pretty as I thought. She was wearing a white
sundress that made her look like she belonged walking
barefoot through a field. She sat by herself. She did
not look around much. She ordered, ate slowly, and
looked at her plate. She seemed like she had a sadness
about her. Her shoulders hung like she had a great
weight on her.

We finished dinner and headed to the patio bar. It was a
great place to watch the sunset and there was a guitar
player entertaining. We sat there chatting, holding
hands, enjoying the moment and sipping our drinks.

As we sat there she walked in. She took a seat by the
railing about 2 tables from us. She still looked sad.
She was sitting there just gazing into the distance. I
did not think she was even watching the sunset. She just
seemed lost in thought.

Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to her
table. I said I could not help but notice her lost in
thought, she was alone at dinner and now, and I asked
her if everything was OK. She looked up at me and
smiled. She thanked me for being so kind as to be
concerned but assured me she was alright. I said that my
husband and I were also staying at the hotel and were
sitting right over there. I said if she wanted company
she could join us. She thanked me, but she did not want
to intrude. I told her that was nonsense and picked up
her drink. She followed me to our table.

I introduced my husband and myself. She said her name
was Sharon and sat down. My husband immediately started
chatting with her. He is great at making conversation.
People tend to trust him and like talking to him. We
found out she was 29 and here with her fianc�. They
lived together and she was expecting in 4 months (my
guess was right on).

We asked where he was. She was not sure. They had
planned this vacation 8 months ago, but since they got
here he had played golf every day. He had met some guys
while playing golf and had been spending most of his
time with them. We both said that was ridiculous and
that she was way too pretty to be left alone. She looked
at us and smiled at that. We commented that her fianc�
must be crazy.

She told us that she had not intended to get pregnant.
She was on the pill and was just part of the 1%. My
husband said that happened to his sister. He said on the
plus side, he had an amazing niece. That made her smile
again. She went on to say that since she got pregnant
their life had changed. He did not want the baby but she
could not give it up. He was mad at her but did not
leave her. When this vacation rolled around, she had
hoped it would be a chance to set things right. So far
it did not seem that way.

As we talked we described what we were doing the next
day. Sightseeing, shopping, a boat excursion. She said
it sounded like fun. She looked like she needed fun. I
invited her along. At first she said no, but I insisted.
She agreed to meet my husband and I in the lobby at 9
am. We said goodnight and walked to our room.

On the way I teased my husband asking him If he thought
he could keep his hands off her for a whole day. I asked
him if he wanted me to call her and tell her what to
wear, after all, I knew exactly what my husband liked.
He just laughed. He pulled me close and kissed me. He
said, he is lucky if he could keep up with me. We got to
our room, made out like we were on our honeymoon, made
love, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We got up the next day and I tried to decide what to
wear. My husband loves me in sundresses. He loves flirty
and feminine. He has a favorite. It’s a mid calf length,
gauzy, white and purple sundress that buttons down the
front and hugs my waist. It has a sort of peasant type
neckline. I put it on. Truthfully the dress is a bit
thin. At home I would never wear it without a slip, but,
we were on vacation and nobody knew us. I could afford
to give my husband a thrill. I found a cute thong and
bra set. They were also white and purple.

I got dressed and checked myself out in the mirror. Not
bad for 48. My husband loved my hair long. Sometimes it
was down to my waist. Sometimes shoulder length. Right
now it was between my shoulder blades. I have Latin
heritage, so my hair was dark and thick. I have always
cared for my skin. Between my hair, my skin, and the
fact that I am barely 5′ tall I am often mistaken for 20
years younger. I had a little extra padding, but my
husband told me he loved my curves.

Last year I did a boudoir photo shoot for my husband.
During the shoot the photographer looked at the proof of
one pose with her assistant. Her assistant was about 20.
The assistant looked at the proof and blurted out “oh my
god, I hope I am 1/2 that hot when I am her age.”

I looked at what I was wearing. If you looked hard
enough you could definitely see my bra and thong, but,
as I said, no one knew us here. I took a moment with the
buttons trying to decide how much to show. I know my
husband likes me to show off a bit. He likes it when men
notice me. I have to admit, I like it too. I went all
out. I only buttoned the buttons from my bra line to
just below my panties. I showed a lot of cleavage. Not
that I have a lot of cleavage, but a push up bra can do
wonders. When I stood still it was fine. When I walked I
flashed a lot of leg.

My husband got out of the shower, took one look at me,
grabbed me, and kissed me. He commented on how gorgeous
I was and grabbed my ass and pulled me in. I reminded
him we had plans and that he could ravish me later. He
made me promise.

We went down to meet Sharon. She was just as pretty
today, except she was smiling. She thanked us again for
inviting her and told us she was looking forward to it
all night. I made a mental note that I did not have to
call her and tell her what to wear. She was wearing a
short yellow sundress with a halter top. It was
lightweight and with the sun behind her you could see
all her curves. My husband was looking.

I kissed him and quipped “made to order.”

She actually asked us if she was dressed OK. My husband
said he could not wait to be seen with two such gorgeous
women. We grabbed a cab and set out.

We toured the sights and generally chatted and had fun.
Often times she or I would see something girly, we would
grab the other ones hand and we would run to check it
out giggling and laughing. My husband just enjoyed
himself and the view. At one point I caught her looking
at me. I asked her if something was wrong. She commented
on how pretty and sexy I looked. She said she loved my
dress but her fianc would never let her wear something
so revealing.

I told her my husband loved the way I looked and
actually liked men looking at me. She said she liked
being looked at, but being 5 months pregnant she felt
fat and ugly. She told me that her fianc had not
touched her since she got pregnant.

I hugged her and told her she was gorgeous. She pulled
her face away, and looked at me. Her nose was inches
from mine. She probed my eyes and asked if I really
thought she was pretty. I told her yes and kissed her
nose.

I then said, “Don’t take my word for it. Ask my
husband.”

My husband caught up with us, and I said, “Sharon says
she’s fat and ugly.”

You could literally see the look of shock on his face.
He asked if I was kidding. I said no. He looked at her
and told her that next to me she was the hottest thing
he has seen on this vacation. He said that if he were
single and 20 years younger she would get no sightseeing
done because they would only get out of the bedroom to
eat.

She laughed, hugged him, kissed his cheek and said thank
you. She came back to me, hugged me again took my hand
and said, “This is so fun, you guys are great.”

We were finished sightseeing and were wandering through
shops. Sharon saw a dress she liked in a window. She
said she would come back tomorrow as she was sure my
husband would not want to watch her try on dresses.

I told her she did not know my husband. He and I always
went shopping together. He had great taste in clothes
and would pick out stuff to try on. Some of it was a bit
too sexy, but I always tried it all on and showed it to
him.

I took her arm and we went into the store. My husband
followed. She and I grabbed the dress from the window
and headed for the dressing room. My husband went into
his normal mode of looking for dresses for us to try on.
She and I got to the dressing room.

She untied her halter and stepped out of the dress. She
was braless. She had perfect breasts. I told her I
remembered when mine looked like that. She laughed and
said she bet mine were gorgeous.

She was wearing a pretty yellow thong with ruffles
around the waist. She looked adorable. I told her that
my husband would die if he saw her in those panties and
said they were his favorite style.

She said, “really?”

I unbuttoned one more button on my dress and pulled the
sides apart to reveal mine were almost the exact same
style just a different color.

She fake scolded me and said I should not be wearing
something so slutty and then said, “Who am I kidding you
look hot.” She then said she bet we would give my
husband a heart attack if he saw us both now.

I told her he would definitely be happy.

She put the dress from the window on. It fit her
perfectly. She asked if she should show my husband.

I said he’d be mad if she didn’t. We stepped out of the
dressing room just as my husband came up with an armful
of dresses. He told she looked great.

She smiled and said, “I’m glad you like it.” She did a
twirl for him and the bottom flared out from her legs.

My husband just said, “Perfect.” He handed us each a
bunch of dresses he picked out for us.

Sharon looked at her pile, looked at me and said, “Wow
he does have great taste.”

She kissed him on the cheek and said thank you.

We went in the dressing room and started trying on
dresses. With each new dress we went out to show my
husband. He could tell which worked and which didn’t. I
always enjoyed trying on clothes for him.

Sharon was having a blast. She would try something on,
step out to show him. She would thank him each time for
his opinion. As it went on and my husband kept bringing
us dresses, Sharon would open the dressing room door,
hand him what we were done with and take the new ones.
She seemed to forget what she was wearing.

At first she would stand behind the door peek around it
and make the exchange, but she got bolder and bolder. At
one point she just opened the door topless in her
panties. I was standing there in my bra and panties.

He just looked at us and said, “Fucking gorgeous.”

Sharon smiled turned around, wiggled her ass and shut
the door.

When we were done, we had a couple new things to wear.
Sharon put her arms around the 2 of us and said, “You
guys are amazing. I have not felt this good in months.”
She kissed us both and said, “thank you.”

This time it was a quick kiss on the lips for both of
us. Watching Sharon get excited, watching her change,
watching her flirt, I was starting to get a little hot.
I am not bi. I had never been with a woman. I had always
thought women were beautiful. Hanging around with Sharon
I was starting to feel something else. I was getting
horny and it was directed towards her.

I whispered to my husband, “She’s making me horny.”

He said, “Me too.”

The next shop was a lingerie shop. Sharon asked if we
could stop in.

My husband said, Ok, but the rule is you have to model
everything you buy.” It was a constant joke between he
and I.

Sharon’s eyes lit up and said, “Really? This should be
fun.”

My husband and I just looked at each other.

Sharon went around the shop picking out panties,
teddies, and nighties. She kept bringing them to my
husband and I for approval. We noticed she kept going
for the skimpiest and sheerest. I knew my husband loved
that stuff.

She made her choices and came back to show us. She asked
what we thought. We told her they were hot.

She said, “Wait till you see them on.”

It was getting late and time to head back to the hotel
for dinner. Sharon asked if she could join us. We said
sure. She said she’d meet us in our room after she
changed. A little while later she knocked on our door.
She was wearing one of the new dresses. This one was a
wrap that tied just below the bust and stopped about 2
inches below her ass. If she were not pregnant it would
have fallen around her different and been longer. As it
was, it was just barely closed in the front over her
belly. Still she looked gorgeous and we told her so.

She pulled up the dress to reveal a tiny sheer thong and
said, “See new panties too.”

We told her they were also gorgeous.

My husband threw in, “With an ass like that, anything
would be gorgeous.”

She turned with her ass towards the mirror, pulled her
dress up again, and looking over her shoulder said,
“You’re right. I do look good.”

We headed down for dinner. We were given a corner booth.
The kind everyone has to slide into. I sat on one side
of my husband, Sharon on the other. As she slid into the
booth it was obvious her short dress was too short to
sit on. Her ass was directly on the seat. Also, because
the way the dress tied, the front fell open under her
breasts and exposed her belly. The table blocked anyone
else’s view, but to my husband and I she was pretty much
sitting there in her top and panties. I knew my husband
was enjoying the view. As we ordered my husband’s hand
fell to my leg. I looked over and Sharon’s hand was
resting on my husband leg.

We ate and then headed out to watch the sunset on the
patio. My husband and I shared a bottle of wine. Sharon
could not drink. I was starting to feel warm. I always
felt that way towards my husband. Add in wine and
sunset, and I am ready to go.

I said to my husband, “Why don’t we go to our room?”

Sharon said, “OK.”

We were not expecting that. We took the elevator up. I
had no clue what was going on. I knew my husband was
completely lost. Sharon held my hand on the way up. She
kept telling us what a great day she had and what
wonderful people we are.

We got to our room and Sharon said she did not think the
day could get much better. She put her arms around my
neck and hugged me. I could feel her body next to mine
and smell her perfume. She pulled her head back and
kissed me on the cheek. She pulled back again, and this
time kissed me on the lips. It was short, but it was a
kiss.

She saw the look of confusion on my face and then burst
into tears. I hugged her and she hugged me back. I said
it was OK. She said she had never done anything like
that before. She’d never kissed a girl. She said she did
not plan it. It’s just that we made her feel so special
it just happened. I was hugging her and saying it was
ok, and that I’d never kissed a girl either. She pulled
her head back, looked at me and kissed me again. This
time I knew what was going on. It felt good and I kissed
her back.

She turned and looked at my husband. With one arm around
me she held out her other hand to him. She pulled him
into our embrace. She told him that he was amazing too.
She then kissed him on the lips as well.

He pulled back and looked at me. She was right he was
amazing. I just smiled at him.

He stepped back, always the voice of reason, he said to
Sharon, “You’ve been going through a hard time. We’ve
all had a great day, but we do not want you to do
anything you will regret later, or get carried away.”

She looked at me, she looked at my husband. She said, “I
am 29 years old and completely sober. I have not been
touched in 5 months. I had a great day and now I am
feeling sexy, loved, and horny as hell. No one is taking
advantage of me. In fact it may be the other way
around.”

With that she turned her face to me again. This time it
was not a tender kiss it was a passionate kiss. I could
feel the heat and could not help but respond. I felt
that warmth in my pussy I get whenever I feel sexy.

Keeping one arm around me, she grabbed my husband’s
shirt, pulled him towards her and gave him the same
kiss. I watched their lips together. He pulled back. I
thought to myself that this is what she wants, I knew I
was feeling it, I also remembered how hot my husband
found pregnant women. Hell, he deserved this. I pulled
him to me and kissed him hard. I then turned to her and
kissed her again.

I gave my husband a sexy smile and said. “You’re turn.”

I watched them kiss. It was hot. Who would have thought
watching another woman kiss my husband could be so hot.
My arm that was around Sharon’s back slid down her back.
I had been looking at her ass all day in the dressing
room. Now I realized I wanted to feel it. My hand
slipped under her dress and onto her ass. She moaned,
smiled at me and kissed me again.

On a whim I reached down and touched my husband’s cock
through his pants. It was rock hard. I pulled back from
Sharon’s kiss, looked at my hand and said, “Someone else
is enjoying this too.”

She followed my gaze, put her hand over my hand and
said, “I’m glad. I plan on putting that to good use
tonight. But first.”

She kissed me again. She wrapped both arms around me.
She said, “I’ve been looking at your gorgeous body all
day and it’s time to get you out of this dress.”

She undid a few more buttons and pulled the dress over
my head. Oh my god. I had never been undressed by a
woman before. The anticipation was killing me, next she
unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. She looked
at my tits and bent over and took one in her mouth. I
leaned my head back and moaned. It felt so good. I
opened my eyes and saw my husband watching. I pulled him
to me and kissed him while she played with my nipples.
Her tongue felt amazing. A woman’s touch is so
different. It’s softer. I liked it when my husband
sucked my tits. I liked this too.

I let go of my husband and turned my full attention to
Sharon. I reached over and pulled the tie of her wrap
around dress. It fell open. I pushed it off her
shoulders and it fell to the floor. As she sucked my
tits my hands fell to her ass and I pulled her in. She
again kissed me on the lips. We pulled each other to the
bed, once there we started kissing again. I looked at
her tits and started sucking them. She moaned. Her hand
traced my belly and slid into my panties. She stroked my
pussy and slid 2 fingers inside me. I came immediately.

She smiled and said, ” That was easy” brought her
fingers to her lips and licked them.

I rolled her on her back, straddled her hips and said.
“You’re nowhere near done”.

She laughed and kissed me again. I slid down her body
now my face was right above her panty covered pussy. I
grabbed her thong and pulled it off. I could smell the
sex in the air. Her legs were spread in front of me. I
could see her perfectly shaved pussy was already wet.
This was new territory for me, but it was fucking hot. I
leaned forward and ran my tongue down her pussy.

I had tasted pussy before. Mine. Either on my husband’s
cock, his lips, or fingers. He sometimes made me play
with myself and lick my own fingers. I liked the taste.
She was delicious. I started eating her the way I knew I
liked it. Well the way I liked it hard, there is also a
way I like it soft. She squealed, moaned and grabbed my
head. I felt her orgasm. I

I said, “That was easy.”

She laughed and said, “More.”

This time I swung my legs and ass towards her face. She
grabbed my panties and pulled them off me. She pulled me
over her face and started eating me. For someone who had
never done this before she was amazing. Meanwhile I used
my hands to bring her to another orgasm. Between
watching her cum and feeling her tongue on my clit, I
came again.

I looked up. I realized my husband was sitting on the
edge of the bed watching us. I told him to get those
clothes off and get over here. I watched him undress. He
does not have a perfect body, neither do I, but I loved
every inch of his. His cock came into view. He is not a
freak, but he is definitely longer and thicker than
most. I thought of how that cock felt, how it tasted,
how it filled me up.

I got off of Sharon’s face and we made him lie between
us. We both reached down and started playing with his
cock. We took turns kissing him and sucking on each
other’s tits.

Sharon looked at his cock and said to me, “It’s
beautiful. You get to fuck that all the time?”

I nodded. What an odd feeling. Another woman, playing
with my husband’s cock and I was not jealous, I was
proud of him.

I teased her and said, “I bet you can’t get it all in
your mouth”.

She laughed and immediately started sucking him. The
head of his cock is big and it stretched her mouth to
get over it. I always told him it was intimidating at
first. She attacked it like a champ. My husband rarely
cums from a blow job. Today was no exception. After a
few minutes of being stretched she looked at me and
said, “You win”.

I kissed her again. I liked the taste of my husband’s
cock on her lips. Meanwhile my husband had been playing
with my pussy. She placed her hand on his and she slid a
finger in me right on top of his. Another orgasm hit me.
That was just so wrong, but so right.

I grabbed her hair playfully and said, “Lie down on your
back you little slut, now you’re going to get it.”

She squealed in mock horror and did what she was told. I
straddled her face and said eat me. She dived right in.
I reached down, grabbed her legs and held them apart.

“Slut, mmmmmm,” she said.

I looked at my husband and said, “Fuck her. Show her how
you can fill her cunt.”

I knew the words that he liked to hear. This was so hot.
I could feel her hold her breath in anticipation. My
husband knelt between her legs. I grabbed his cock and
guided it into her. I heard her gasp and felt her body
shudder as she came. She started licking my pussy with a
fervor. My husband kept fucking her. As he did he leaned
in and kissed me. I came. I didn’t just cum, I CAME. My
whole body shuddered. I am known to be a squirter and I
soaked her face, hair, the bed.

She pushed me off her and said, “That was the most
amazing thing I have ever felt.”

I kissed her lips. I could taste my juices all over her
face. I then kissed my husband so he could taste them
too.

Sharon started moaning and fucking my husband. She told
me she hated me. She said it was not fair I got this
cock all to myself. I told her to enjoy it while she
can, because tomorrow it was all mine again.

I kissed my husband again. I whispered in his ear, “I
know what you want, you want to cum in her slutty little
cunt and make me eat your cum out of her.” I kept going.
“Give her that cum. Fill her up. Cum on her cute
pregnant little belly. I am going to eat every drop.”

I thought for a minute. I leaned back in and whispered,
“Not every drop. Some I am going to feed to her.”

Out loud I said, “Make her cum. Show the little slut
what a good fuck you are.”

I saw her face, I heard her grown. She came. He said he
could feel it pulsating around his cock. I said, “That’s
it. Fill the little slut up.”

That did it. I could see his orgasm build. As he came he
pulled out of her. There was cum in her pussy, on her
pussy, and on her belly.

He rolled over beside her. He looked like he was trying
to breathe. I kept my promise. I stuck my tongue in her
pussy and started cleaning up every drop. I scooped it
up from her belly and brought my fingers to her mouth.
She sucked them clean. As she did she came on my tongue
again.

We were done. We all lay panting. Sharon got up. She
looked at us both and said, ” Thank you. You two are
amazing.”

She threw her clothes on. Kissed us both one more time
and left.

We looked at each other, we smiled. Our hands went to
each other as we embraced. We kissed. This time it was
that loving kiss. Not the one that says I want you. The
one that says I am yours forever. We fell asleep holding
each other.

We did not see Sharon after that. 6 months later we got
an email. It was from Sharon. She said when she got home
she broke up with her fianc. She felt more confident.
It must have shown at work. Just before she went out on
maternity leave her boss called her into his office. He
said he did not know a vacation could be so good for
someone. Everyone had noticed her increased
effectiveness since she returned and she was being
promoted immediately. The promotion came with a big
raise. They told her to enjoy the baby, and could not
wait for her return. The baby was a girl. Healthy,
happy, perfect. She named her after me.