From the author: Welcome to my story! This is my first attempt at writing erotica, so I would love any feedback or comments you may have. Please enjoy!
As we drove through upstate New York on our way to Maine, I looked over at my wife, Julie, asleep in the passenger seat. I couldn't help but think to myself how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to have her. Sexy and erotic are more appropriate ways to describe her, but she has never quite been comfortable with thinking of herself in that way. She exudes sex with her large full breasts and toned ass that can make any passerby do a double take, though it's too bad they are rarely on display.
One year prior to our trip we married in a large wedding with our friends and family in rural Michigan. As she walked down the aisle looking drop dead gorgeous, I couldn't help but think of how lucky I was to be spending the rest of my life with her. As a side thought, I couldn't help but notice how amazing her 34 DD cup breasts looked in all of their cleavage filled glory in a dress that was trying its hardest to contain them. There were numerous comments made to me throughout the wedding about those in particular. "Where did those come from?", "How has she been hiding those?" and my personal favorite from a rather intoxicated female friend, "God damn, I want to motorboat the shit out of those!"
The wedding was absolutely amazing, and a few days later we left for our honeymoon to Southeast Asia to enjoy the fun and sun in the private pools and villas that I had booked for us in the year leading up to our nuptials. Since we were going to be in private I took a chance and bought her some sexy bikinis that would make anyone drool. One was an incredibly sexy g-string made of a sheer blue material that left nothing to the imagination, and the other a more conservative (relatively speaking) solid number that showed off her shapely ass and accentuated her figure.
When presented with these, I could tell that she wasn't a huge fan, though she was interested in wearing them, if only for me. "John, you really want me to wear these? What if someone sees me in this? They'll see absolutely everything!" Little did she know, that was exactly my plan.
22 hours and three flights later, we reached our final destination which was an island off the coast of Thailand. We checked in and after being handed our welcome drinks and disposing of the formalities, we arrived at our private villa complete with a large infinity pool and a view overlooking the bay below that was to die for. I suggested, "Ready for a dip? I can't wait to see you in one of those bikinis I got you!"
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, and then a look on her face emerged that said "I fucked up but I'm too tired to care." I knew what had happened at that moment, and she responded with a matter of fact "I totally forgot to pack those, they are still in the drawer at home." Accident? Purposeful? The world may never know.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I got to spend two weeks in one of the most beautiful places on earth with my loving bride, and there was more than enough sex to go around. It was a trip I will never forget, and any future jaunts to the other side of the world won't be able to compare. Still though, no sexy bikinis, and no being able to show her off as the goddess she is.
All of this played through my mind as I continued the drive in the early hours of the morning. The sun began to break, and my loving wife stirred and rolled in her seat. Her eyes opened and she blinked rapidly a few times as she held her hand up to act as a visor for the rising sun.
"Where are we?" She asked, clearly still out of it from the few hours of sleep she had in the seat of our SUV.
"Still have about 6 hours to go until we make it to Bass Harbor."
"Ugh. I'm going back to sleep."
She then reached behind her and grabbed a hat from the backseat, placing it upon her head. The sun was still blinding so she pulled it down to cover her eyes and I couldn't help but smile as she nodded back off. Was I smiling because she was so beautiful in the fresh morning sun? Yes. Was I also smiling because I had a secret that that would be uncovered in a few short hours? Also yes.
Later on that afternoon we pulled into our rental house in Bass Harbor. The cooler air and beautiful surroundings were a nice change or pace from our urban lifestyle in the Midwest. We unpacked the car and headed inside to put our bags down and enjoy a peaceful and relaxing evening before we began to explore the following morning.
"What do you think? Not a bad way to spend our anniversary?" I asked as we lay down in our bed, looking out the window in our bedroom overlooking the bay.
"This is exactly what I needed. With COVID and everything else that has happened this year, I just needed to get away and relax. The only thing that could make this any better is if Gunner (our loveable mutt) was here to enjoy it with us."
She sank into my arms as we sat there looking out as the last shimmers of daylight fleeing into the horizon. Both of us were extremely tired, and she soon rolled over and headed to her bag so she could grab her toothbrush and sleep attire. She rummaged around and pulled out a loose fitting T-shirt and pair of old workout shorts that she typically wears to bed.
