Before my wife and I had children we lived in a house with a pool. I have a fetish for bikinis and find myself unable to stop myself from buying them for her. She grew up in a very conservative home, so bikinis alone were fairly uncommon for her. Usually, she would wear one but cover it up with short and a sleeveless shirt. A look I certainly had trouble appreciating.

Once we got married, I was able to convince her to be a bit more sexually open. Having a pool opened the door for me to buy her the kind of bikinis I really wanted to see her in but also allow her to wear them in a private environment.

One of the bikinis I bought her was a sheer white bikini. It was on Amazon and cheap, but it was incredibly sexy. It had a thong back and a very low-rise front with a small triangle top. Because my wife keeps a neatly trimmed landing strip the bikini was very sheer even when dry. When wet it was transparent.

My wife and I took a Friday off from work. The weather was perfect, and we wanted to enjoy some time together in our pool. When it came time to soak up some sun, I asked her to wear the white sheer bikini that I bought for her. Even with just us it made her nervous, but she agreed to wear it for me.

I put on my swim shorts and got set up by the pool with a breakfast beer. Then my wife stepped out of the back door. She was stunning. We laid on the lounge chairs for a while and soaked up the sun. It was starting to get hot and as the sweat began to bead up on her she sought relief in the pool.

I watched as she slowly lowered her body into the cool water. She disappeared under the water and emerged like a mermaid from the deep. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

That is until my focus was interrupted by the slamming of our back gate. Around the corner came the pool guy. He was a pretty laidback guy I would estimate to be in his mid-forties. We exchanged pleasantries, but I could tell my wife’s heart was racing. It was bad enough that he had shown up with her wearing that bikini, but now it was wet, and she was going to have to get out of the pool.

I watched her as she looked to me for an idea to solve this predicament. I didn’t have anything to offer her. I may have been able to stand up and offer her a towel, but by this point I was already growing quite an erection myself.

I could see the look of defeat wash over her face. She knew she would have to step out of the pool, the only question she had left was whether or not to make some pathetic attempt to cover herself. My wife has fairly large breasts and a perfect ass, an attempt to cover herself will force her to make choices and ultimately draw more attention to herself and thus reveal what she hoped to hide.

Alternatively, she could choose to walk with confidence out of the pool and to her chair and wrap up with a towel, accepting her fate. She chose to go with the latter. She began walking up the steps of the pool revealing a little bit more with each step.

To my surprise, once she was entirely exposed, she stood for a moment and leaned over to wring out her hair. She then stepped up out of the pool. Walking confidently to the fridge to grab another beer, she kindly offered one to the pool guy who at this point was doing his best to avert his eyes. He seemed to snap out of his attempted daze when she spoke to him and quickly accepted, though I wasn’t sure if he even knew what he was answering.

She grabbed him a beer and walked it over to him, cracked it open and handed it to him. I could see that he was unable to stop himself from looking at her. He thanked her and she walked back to get her own beer and then joined me on the lounge chairs. Walking over I got a full view of exactly what he saw, which was everything. When I saw transparent, I mean she could have been naked.

We laid on our lounge chairs, her exposed and me hard a rock while he finished up with the pool. Making some light conversation he finished his beer and packed his things up and left. It was such and thrill for me.

There have been numerous times in our relationship where my typically conservative wife will do something surprisingly slutty and seem to embrace it. I cannot plan or prepare for these scenarios, but as they happen, she has learned to roll with them.