Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed [Blackmail] [Consensual], [NC], [MF]

part 7

They were in no real hurry to get to the beach the next day, thank goodness she thought to herself. She dressed in a modest pair of shorts and a button up shirt to go out for breakfast and shopping in all the cool beach shops. Her husband offered to buy her another swim suit if she found one she liked as much as the one she brought with her. Yeah, right she thought to herself. She had brought others with her too, not intending on wearing the two strips of cloth any more than she had to. While shopping alone she did purchase a more “form fitting” one piece that accentuated her curves more than the others she had. Maybe that would please him…

The morning passed too quickly and soon it was time to hit the beach. She had washed the tiny two piece several times, even though she had not really worn it since Mr. Earl had taken her and Lisa out on the sailboat and having them then remove their tops. Washing did nothing to erase the memories. After struggling to get into it and tugging on it to hide as much of her ass and tits ad she could, she put on a cover up for the walk downstairs to the beach. As they walked she could feel the tiny bottoms riding back up her ass and her tits trying to bust out of the tight top. Oh well, she decided.

They found two beach lounge chairs and umbrella provided by the condo rental, near the outside bar and thankfully with empty chairs on each side. She had hardly sat her beach bag down before her husband was helping her out of the cover up. She stood there, feeling totally exposed, as he applied the sun block to her bare ass cheeks (lingering longer than necessary) then her legs, paying equal attention to her inner thighs. She then assured him she could finish the rest as he went to the bar for a couple of bushwhackers. As she got settled in the chair, she gave up trying to cover up. She wasn’t the only one on the beach practically naked she decided, and the young girls parading by in their skimpy suits were sure to draw more attention than and old woman trying to relive her youth or vulgarly flaunting her aging body in her opinion. Lying there while she waited on her husband to return, eyes closed and wearing sunglasses, she didn’t notice the old guy walk past, and linger and smile as he looked intently at her and walk on.

Her husband returned with the cold drinks. She did notice him ogling her as he stood stood in front of her handing her her drink. “Damn, you fo look hot!” Her bottoms had ridden up as she propped her legs up and her bald lips were fully exposed on one side. He decided not to tell her. She accepted her drink, took a long sip and settled down in that position, closing her eyes again and pretending no one would notice her.
It was nice that she could pretend, because soon one of her tits had slipped out of the too small top and her nipple was taking a peak at the outside world. Her husband sitting beside her with his eyes closed missed this little show, but not the old guy as he walked back by.
He was glad he hadn’t been seen, but wouldn’t have cared if he had been. After all, her husband knew nothing, and if she had seen him, well, what was she gonna do ?

As soon as their glasses emptied, the waiter appeared with refills. Taking hers from him, she took another long, refreshing drink before returning to her reverie. The alcohol made her mind drift and she felt herself thinking back to the last time she had worn the tiny swimsuit she had on. Walking the beach uncovered with Mr. Earl beside her, his arm around her as if he owned her…. that day he did. Then the three of them on the sailboat, tops off, exposing their tits to only him, and then remembering what fame next. As these thoughts swirled around in her head, she felt an old, but unfamiliar feeling between her legs… her pussy was getting wet, glistening, her nipples tingling as she felt the cool beach breeze blowing beneath the little top. She glanced down and noticed she was exposed, but being aroused so, as she was she didn’t really care, she did wonder if anyone had noticed as she tried to reposition the tiny patch of cloth. As she did, she could feel her wetness, but didn’t try to hide it. She wanted to return to the naughty, dirty thoughts that she had tried to suppress. The thoughts about what she had been forced to do, and gad bern done to her against her will came flooding back, even the lesbian sex with Lisa that so disgusted her now was creating a tingle between her legs that she couldn’t explain, or try to stop.
She was startled to hear her husbands voice, “lets go for a little walk on the beach and show you off”. “Oh, I can just imagine the stares I’ll get for sure”, but saying that she jumped right up, trying to adjust the top and bottom of her suit, running her fingers through the material around her ass, tugging it up, instead of down. She made a feeble attempt to hide her tit spilling out of the top, just trying, with some success to cover her nipples. None of this was lost on her husband, which sent his on mind spinning.
They walked along for a good ways, the suit bottoms riding lower in front, barely covering her slit, riding up in back, exposing her ass. She thought she would feel ridiculous in the skimpy suit, but she didn’t care as they walked along. Part of it was the alcohol she was sure, but then there was also something else at work also.

As they walked along she was startled to see what appeared to be a familiar figure walking towards them. The familiar, older, but slightly muscular body, the familiar gate, the same dark plaid swim trunks. God ! How did he know they were there? Ir was it just a coincidence ? Some how she was sure it wasn’t. As he drew near, he spoke to her husband first. She had told him about the initial groping incidents, and he had almost laughed it off, which she had appreciated at the time, and she could now detect his lips curling in a smile as he probably recalled her frantic reaction. Earl smiled and shook his hand as he leered at her, “well, imagine seeing you two here ! My you’re both looking mighty fine” as he continued to leer at her in the suit he had bought and forced her to wear. Her husband noticed him looking too, and could feel a stir in his pants thinking about the old guy getting such a good look now at his wife. He bet he’d go to bed tonight and jerk off thinking about her. He wasn’t wrong, but he had no idea he had seen more of her before… much more. After a little small talk and finding out he was there alone while his wife visited friends nearby, Vicki could stand his leering at her in front of her husband no longer and suggested they head back. Earl said he was headed that way too, but was gonna take a quick swim. He waited just long enough for them to get ahead of him so he could watch Vicki’s ass as she walked along, and laugh to himself at the memories and think about her husband oblivious apparently at what had taken place. This had pleased him immensely. He caught up with them just as they reached their condo. Getting their attention, he suggested, since he was alone, that they have dinner together. Her husband knew of no reason not to, so accepted the offer. Shortly after entering their room Vicki received a text. It was Earl. “Did you bring along the sexy panties and bras you had last time?” The question took her breath away and she went into the bathroom to answer it. Shaking, and not knowing why, she answered “yes”. “Then wear them” Earl texted back…. “and something appropriate to match”

Getting ready for dinner that night, Vicki again touched up the stubble between her legs. If left alone it itched like crazy and felt all bristle-ly. Applying lotion to the area she pulled on another pair of “barely there” panties and a lacy, plunging bra… that fit. Deciding to give her clueless husband a charge, she walked out into the room for her dress, thinking to delete the incriminating text just in time. His eyes lit up when he saw her. “ Damn, I don’t know what has come over you but I like it!” he said, genuinely puzzled. She smiled while reaching for her dress, an even thinner, more flowing version of the one she wore the night before. When the light hit it right, it was totally see through.

Earl arrived to take them to a place of his choosing. Her husband opened the door to find him standing there with a bottle of Vicki’s favorite wine. “How about a drink before we leave?” Remembering the last time she had drank with him, she was leery until he handed the bottle to her husband who uncorked it. “And you do look stunning tonight Miss Vicki, the name the way the teachers were always addressed at school. Again he caught the old man leering at his wife, and then the tingle again. After a drink apiece and small talk, they all loaded up in Earls oversized, decked out, new pickup. Far plusher than many automobiles, it was suited for work and pleasure. Sit up front with me Vicki so we can reminisce about old times, Earl said with an inappropriate twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, go ahead Vicki” she heard her husband say, I get in back. He held the door for her as Earl, already seated got a good look as she climbed in the jacked up truck. This time she felt an odd tingle herself.

Part 8 to follow….

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