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I unpack my suitcase in the master bedroom. I find a white strapless bikini that Vanessa picked out. The birth control pill is making my breasts larger – I hope the top fits me. I change into my bikini in the bathroom. I look in the mirror – the top is snug. My breasts look huge. I have more cleavage than before. Oh well. Bobby will not even notice. He is too busy ignoring me.
I need sunblock. A bottle is in my bag that I left on a living room chair. I walk into the living room and grab my bag. The men stop talking. They look at me. I ignore them. I go back into the bedroom. Shut the door.
I sit on the bed and slather sun block on me. Bobby walks into the bedroom without knocking. Of course. He slams the door. I jump.
Bobby’s thick and wavy hair is tousled and rakish looking. His muscles are bulging under his tight pants and shirt. His chiseled face already looks tan. He is so handsome. I feel my body start to warm. I try not to blush.
“Gwen, you can’t wear that.”
“What?”
I keep applying sunblock. I do not look at him.
“That bikini is too fucking revealing!”
Bobby’s fists are clenched at his sides. Uh oh. He is angry. Oh well.
“This is the only bathing suit that Vanessa packed for me. Remember, Vanessa is the stylist you chose to dress me! I don’t see a problem. Everybody wears bikinis.”
“Get dressed, Gwen. I will take you shopping for another bathing suit.”
“No.”
Bobby stands over me. I can see his big looming shadow on the bed.
“Yes. Your tits are hanging out. Your ass is hanging out. My men are getting an eyeful of my wife. I don’t want them eye fucking you!”
He crosses his arms over his chest. The ceiling fan gently blows his hair around his face. He removes his sexy aviator sunglasses. He is glaring at me. Eyes dilated. Furious. Sexy. Jealous? Wow! Maybe so. I hope so. I want to climb up his body and press my mouth to his mouth. His hands on me. Touching. Feeling.Stop! Do not think about him!
“Then tell them not to look at me!” I exclaim.
My nipples harden underneath my bikini top. I hope Bobby does not notice. He glances at my breasts. He raises one eyebrow. He notices. I blush. He grabs his suitcase and throws it on the bed. The bed bounces from the force of his throw. I try not to topple over.
Bobby rifles through his suitcase. Takes out a white, sleeveless, undershirt. He hands it to me.
“Put this on.” He orders.
I stand up and move next to him. I feel his body heat. I pull the undershirt over my head. It is huge. Comes down to my knees. I roll my eyes.
“How am I going to get any sun if I am wearing this?”
“You don’t need to get any sun. You are fair. You will burn. Hand me the sunblock so I can rub some on your back and shoulders.”
“No thank you.”
No way can I handle his big hands massaging sunblock into my naked skin without moaning. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea – like I find him attractive. I do, but I don’t want him to know. I grab my Kindle, sunglasses, sunblock, and a towel from the bathroom. I march past him, through the living room, to the beach. His men never take their eyes off me.
Bobby
What the fuck!So not happy with the skimpy bikini Vanessa chose for my little 18-year-old wife! Bikini top barely covers her generous tits. Bottom cut so low, her pussy is almost showing. And that round ass? On full display! My men practically salivated when she bounced into the living room. Gwen doesn’t even realize she has the body of a centerfold. So naïve.
Gwen thinks her tits are too big. Nope. They are perfect. They look like two big, juicy, ripe, pink grapefruits just waiting to be squeezed. My mouth waters. I want my lips and tongue all over them. No other chick’s body has ever affected me like this. I need to. Fuck. Her. Out. Of. My. System. Smash my face in her pussy. Lick her raw. Tonight, I will make her mine.
“Guys let’s go sit by the pool for a while. I’m going to go change into my swim trunks.” I yell from the bedroom.
I change into my swim trunks. The smell of Gwen’s perfume lingers in the air. Heavenly.
Gwen’s clothes are folded on top of one of the dressers. I need to buy her another swimsuit. She needs a top with more support. That bikini is too small – not designed for big tits. I pick up her bra and panties and note the sizes. The bra is a thirty-six with D cups. I raise one eyebrow. My wife is very well endowed. I will go by the resort’s boutique later and buy her a one-piece swimsuit that covers her. I do not want Gino and Frankie eye fucking her for the next four days. I cannot kill them.
