#see through

“Rachel…is that what you’re wearing?“ her husband asked. “I know we’re on vacation, but…”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Tom,” she answered. “People here put tits on the front page of the paper,” she said.  “I went topless at the beach today and the world didn’t end.” In fact, Rachel’s self esteem got quite a boost from the attention she received from the foreign men.  “It’s already dark out,” she added as a final rationalization. “Come on, we don’t want to miss our reservation.”

Tom insisted she bring a jacket, but once they were on the street and she got her first look from one of the hot young French boys, the jacket came off.  She felt exhilarated walking around the seaside town practically naked as all the young men snuck a peek or even stared openly. “If only the girls in the PTA could see me now,” she thought to herself.

After dinner, Rachel told her husband she wanted to go for a stroll and do some window shopping. The truth was, she wanted to be seen a little more.  Tom found a street performer and stopped to admire the act. “I need to find a bathroom,” Rachel told him, “I’ll find you later,” she said as her husband waived her off.

She approached a young, handsome man who was on his phone and asked if he knew where the bathroom was. Although the man didn’t speak much English, he could tell this woman wanted attention more than directions. “This way, I show,” he said leading Rachel down a side street.

When they reached the dead end, she turned around a little confused. “You want this?” he asked, grabbing his bulging cock through his pants.

“No, I uh…” Rachel hesitated.

The man stepped aside to let her pass, but she didn’t move. “Okay. Go,” he said. Rachel stood there failing to not look at the stranger’s chest and down to the man’s bulge.

“Yes or non?” the man asked. He took her hand and put it on his chest under his thin cotton shirt. “You like this, yes?”

Rachel’s heart was racing as she felt her head nod up and down. She found her free hand on the man’s crotch, fumbling with his zipper as their lips met. In a heartbeat, Rachel’s skirt was over her hips and she was leaning over a pile of boxes as the stranger’s cock filled her from behind.

Twenty minutes later, Rachel staggered out of the side street alone. The stranger’s cum was still dripping down her leg when she found her husband, still admiring the street performer’s act. Only when they were back at the hotel did he notice that his wife’s panties were also missing.  “She must have been really drunk when she used the bathroom,” he reasoned. “That would explain why she could barely walk all night.”

“What’s the big deal?” Marie asked her husband.

“I can see your nipples,” Mike complained.

“So what? I went topless on the beach this afternoon and you seemed to like it.”

“That’s different..”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude,” Marie cut him off.  “We’re going to be in a dark restaurant and maybe, if you’re lucky,” she joked, “I’ll let you take me dancing in a dark club.  Besides, we’re on vacation, nobody here knows us,” she said logically.

Mike was enjoying his wife’s newfound confidence, but he was a little scared as well.  Dinner went well, and served to boost his wife’s confidence even higher as every man seemed to be staring at her.  She took her time coming back from the bathroom. When she got back to the table, she grinned guiltily and handed her husband a slip of paper with a number on it.

“Some guy at the bar asked me out,” she said proudly. She was failing to suppress an enormous grin.  “I’m not going to do anything,” she added, reading her husband’s expression. “But it’s nice to be asked.  Ohh, don’t worry, we’re on vacation,” she said again.

She practically dragged her husband out dancing. He was soon exhausted, and spent much of the time by the bar as Marie danced by herself. At first.  Soon, she had attracted a group of young, aggressive local men.  They danced closer and tighter to her as her husband watched. Marie made no attempt to break off, in fact, she seemed to grind harder and closer to the ones she liked.

The bartender saw Mike watching the woman in red.  Not knowing they were together, the barman offered some advice. “You might not have so much luck with that one,” he cautioned.  “A woman dresses like that, she wants only one thing and the men here know it.  She wants some local chorizo. You know, a last fling before she goes home and settles down. Something to keep her blood warm when her gringo husband is working late,” he said with a laugh.

As the bartender poured Mike another drink, Mike watched through the crowd. One of the men dancing with Marie had slid his hand up the back of her thigh. The were covered in sweat, their clothes clinging to their bodies and each other’s. The man’s hand had now disappeared up her dress as he  whispered in her ear.  Marie looked around, half-heartedly, before nodding and being led off the dance floor by the stranger.

Mike found his wife twenty minutes later. She was in the alley, surrounded by a dozen men. They all had their cocks out, some of them had clearly been used.  Cum dribbled down her thigh as another stranger pounded at her away from behind.  Marie’s face was buried in another man’s lap, sucking his cock eagerly.  Some of the men started pushing, telling Mike to wait his turn.

Marie turned around and smiled at her husband as one of the strangers exploded in her face and the other shot his load into her pussy.

Lindsay had disappeared from the dinner party. The truth was, she was building up the courage to follow through on the dare. When she finally came down, she found her friend’s husband, Jim, sitting alone in the kitchen, checking his phone.

“Where is everyone?” she asked.

“Kelly and Todd left, and your husband took Sue…” Jim stopped as he turned to face Lindsay and noticed what she was wearing. “Wow,” was all he said.

Lindsay was suddenly aware of what she was wearing, what her friend, Sue had dared her to do. “Do you like it?” she asked, suddenly coy. “Sue and I’ve been going to the gym…Sue said it’s been working,” she said, running her hands over the sheer fabric, tracing her curves.

“Ye…yeah. Wow, you…uh…look good.”

Lindsay sauntered over to her friend’s husband. She straddled his large, manly thigh and sat on his knee, wrapping her arms seductively around his neck. “Are we all alone?” she asked in almost a whisper.

“Uh, sort of,” Jim stammered. “Sue got a little tipsy and Dave took her downstairs to sleep it off,” he explained.

“Really? I didn’t think she drank that much,” Lindsay cooed, inching closer to and obviously nervous Jim.

“Yeah, she, uh just seemed to get drunk all of a sudden,” he said before being interrupted by a low, guttural moan coming from the downstairs basement. “Was that my wife?” he asked almost rhetorically. His question was answered soon enough by the rhythmic slamming of the headboard and Sue calling out Dave’s name.

“I guess the little slut couldn’t wait,” Lindsay said, slipping her hand into Jim’s jeans and grabbing his cock just as their lips met.

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