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 ï>¿Man, I Love Hawaii byAhjhfun34Â(C)

   One day, after being married for almost ten years, a strange realization
hit me: I'd somehow never bought my wife clothes.  Her work wardrobe wasn't
overly varied, and at home it was t-shirts and sweats, so the thought had
never crossed my mind.  That's not to say I didn't buy other things as
gifts--jewelry, vacation experiences, nice dinners, etc.--just never
clothes.  So I set about to change that fact, never expecting it to lead to
one of the greatest nights of my life.

   After perusing some stores, I found the perfect dress: a little red
flowered number that showed off her incredible cleavage.  When we had just
started dating in college, she showed up to one date wearing a little red
flowered dress that I, to this day, have seared into my memory as one of
the hottest things I'd ever seen.  I hoped to recapture some of the magic
with this one, even though we're no longer in our 20's.  I couldn't wait to
give it to her, and see her try it on.

   After what seemed an overly long time in our walk-in closest trying it
on, I asked her tentatively if everything was okay.  Her response was a
mixture of laughter and exasperation..."Are you sure this is what you meant
to buy me?" Now, my wife, if you haven't read earlier stories, is a former
athlete with 34DD (sometimes 34G or H) breasts and a slim waist.  I
couldn't imagine what was making her laugh so hard about a simple dress
until she walked out and I saw my "mistake."

   After looking back on it, the model I had seen wearing this dress
couldn't have been more than a B cup, if the gods smiled upon her that day.
And this dress had a bow-tie closure in the front--very cute on the slim
model, and completely overmatched on my busty wife.  When she walked out to
show me her new dress, it fit perfectly everywhere but her chest, where two
small ribbons were fighting a losing battle to stay closed across her
magnificent chest.  There was cleavage, there was underboob, there were
nipples poking out through the fabric--because there's no way a bra was
fitting under there as well...it was damn near perfect and completely
unwearable in public.  We both laughed until we cried, I undid the knot,
and we fucked until we fell asleep.

   Flash forward a few months, and we were taking a trip to Hawaii.  As we
were packing, I noticed a brief flash of red flowers going into my wife's
suitcase.  Hesitant to ruin a surprise--or alert her to her mistake in
packing a dress that didn't pass local decency laws--I said nothing. 
Thankfully, when we got to Hawaii she informed me she'd brought it to wear
over a swimsuit in case we went to dinner after the pool one day.  I had
the perfect spot in mind, a local bar that had tables on the beach, sand
between your toes, and great Mai Tais.  Reservations made.

   What I didn't expect was how the tropical atmosphere would work on my
lovely wife.  As we got ready for dinner, I mentioned how much better the
dress looked with nothing underneath it, and she said, "Ah...I remember
when you bought it for me.  You hoping for an encore of that night?"

   I replied, "Of course I am.  Always.  I just think it's a flattering
dress for you to wear, and it can't be much different than the small
bikinis girls wear on the beach here..."

   And then something amazing happened--the swimsuit came off, revealing
her naked, tanned body with a neatly trimmed patch above her full pussy
lips, and the dress went on.  No bra, no panties, just translucent white
fabric with red flowers and a simple tie preventing my wife's magnificence
from being out in the open.  She smiled at me mischievously and said,
"Let's go celebrate!"

   When we walked up to the restaurant, she was already getting looks from
other diners, the waiters, people walking by...it was impossible not to
notice what was happening.  After ordering a Mai Tai and settling in to our
table, I had to fight the urge to just stare at her (along with everyone
else nearby.) My beautiful wife was sitting in a public restaurant, on the
beach, spilling out a dress made for someone built quite differently, and I
couldn't stand up because I was rock hard the entire time.  She finally
said, "Listen, if this is too distracting, I'm going to have to do
something about it." That was enough to scare me into behaving
appropriately...I wasn't about to ruin a night like this!

   After appetizers and our main course, she complimented me on my ability
to keep it together and appreciate the beautiful views...with every pun
intended.  It was at that moment that the world changed, because she winked
at me and slowly, deliberately, undid the tie, letting the straps fall
lightly across her hard nipples.  She was now almost completely exposed,
and if she moved at all the straps would fall and she'd be topless in the
restaurant.  Her breathing had changed, becoming shallower and sharper, and
I could tell from how she was rubbing her legs together that she was
getting aroused at her own boldness.

   Needless to say, our waiter noticed the change in attire, as he dropped
the check off, made small talk, offered to refill everything on the table
(including the salt shakers), and finally gave up when he realized he
wasn't going to get what he wanted.  I paid the check, and then sat holding
my breath to see what was next.  It had gotten dark as we watched the
sunset over the ocean, so we were mainly lit by the ubiquitous tiki torches
and the light of the moon on the water.  It was magical, intoxicating, and
anything was possible.

   And then it happened: she stood up, letting the straps fall.  She was
now out in the open, her dark pink nipples standing at full attention on
top of her round, beautiful breasts.  She gathered her clutch, and marched
her way back through the crowd gathered at the hostess' stand waiting for
tables.  As I excitedly limped after her (no one is walking smoothly with
the raging erection I had at this point) I heard two guys standing in line
say to each other, "Holy shit...man, I love Hawaii."

   We made it back to an alcove on the beach near our hotel before she
grabbed my shirt and kissed me passionately, then pushed me onto the sand
and mercifully unzipped my fly to release my cock.  With a hunger in her
eyes, she hiked up her dress and slid her very wet and throbbing pussy on
to me.  She rode me until we both climaxed together, silently, with the
crashing waves as our soundtrack.

   She stood up, my cum trickling down her leg, loosely retied the dress
for re-entering the hotel, and thanked me for buying her such a pretty
dress.

   Any time my love, any time.