Exhibitionist Wife Sara (The Honeymooners #2)

Chapter 1

Sara

We only had three or four hours' sleep last night but today was the first full day of our anniversary vacation. It’s no time to be sleeping in so I started trying on tops in the full-length bedroom mirror. Adrian was shaving in the ensuite watching me in the mirror.

“It must’ve been the combination of ‘flu medication and alcohol babe. I can’t believe how it hit me round midnight. I wasn’t drinking that much.”

“No I wasn’t either, not enough to be that out of it,” I concurred. “What do you think of this top, am I too old for it?”

“Hell no, you’re not too old for it,” my husband assured as he wiped his face and came to cuddle behind me. I loved the smell of his shaving cream.

He had a look down over my shoulder. My top was fitted and gaped to show my breasts quite easily. I wore a quarter-cup bra to push them up a little without covering my nipples.

“Holy shit Sara, that’s a good view.”

“Mmm do you think?” I smiled. “Would it be better without the bra so there’d be more movement for any men looking?”

“I don’t know, would you still be showing nipple like that?”

“Um probably not as much. The bra really pushes everything up.”

Adrian kept ogling over my shoulder as I scrunched my shoulders and leant forward checking what it’d take to show everything. It didn’t take much.

I was still bare below the waist as yet. I had denim shorts picked out; I was aiming to take ten years off with my outfit today.

I’d spent the past 12 months dieting and regular gym workouts and was lucky enough to have a young-looking face, so everyone said.

My husband kissed my neck and had a feel of my boobs. I unclipped my bra and pulled it off and he had another feel whilst I snuggled back against him. There was a knock at the door. Yay, that would be room service with our breakfasts.

“If that’s a guy do you want to let him see you like this baby?”

I bit my smile in the mirror.

“I mean if you want to?” my husband went on and left me to get the door.

My camisole came to my waist. I had nothing on below and my pussy was waxed bald for our annual honeymoon.

I heard a male voice and it sounded like an older man. I knew which one it was and I always got looks off him anyway.

I could see the dining area in the bedroom mirror, a full wall of mirrored wardrobe. The waiter came into view with his food cart. He was probably fifty or so with a close-cropped grey beard.

He was chatting with my husband about the weather then saw me. He paused mid-sentence and swallowed hard. “Good morning ma’am.”

“Good morning, um Edward, isn’t it?” I blushed back at him as I turned fixing an earring.

“Yes ma’am Edward or Eddie. Would you like your tea poured?”

“Um yes please.” I came from the bedroom; the man’s eyes were on my pussy as I approached him setting our table.

“So you guys are the honeymooners?” he asked with a smile and a quick glance at Adrian.

“Yeah that’s what they call us. It’s our third year in a row here and what, our sixth actual honeymoon, wouldn’t it be darling?”

“Hmm, I’d say fifth official,” I said and sat in the chair my husband had pulled out for me. “I like to be known as a honeymooner though, you can tell everyone to keep that up,” I smiled sweetly at the waiter.

He had poured my tea. I was scrunching my shoulders for him and he smiled at me as he looked up from my tits.

“So a honeymoon each year, that sounds like a fun idea. Very romantic!”

Adrian was still standing but reached for his cup and sipped his coffee. “It’s more about fun than romance. It’s a good recharge when you’ve been married a while, isn’t it babe.”

“Uh huh. I love the freedom,” I added excitedly. “You’re so lucky to work at an oceanside resort Eddie, you must feel it in the air all the time.”

“Uh yeah, there’s always a sense of fun in the air. I do love my job,” the man said and raised his brows as he looked into my lap again.

We all laughed.

I started blushing.

I drew a calming breath and undid my blouse and opened it. “Is this okay though, you must see women barely dressed all the time doing room service?” I asked.

The man gulped and nodded stiffly. His eyes had widened as he looked at my tits. “Yes sometimes, this is more than you dream of though,” he said and glanced to check with my husband.

“It’s alright man, enjoy!” Adrian offered and held my eyes. “We’re going for an extra sexy honeymoon this year. You’ll probs be catching my wife in a state of undress quite often if you’re doing our room.”

“Well this is one of my floors, so lucky me. I’ll be covering breakfast through lunch all weekend. Anything you need, just ask for Eddie,” the man replied as his eyes flashed between my tits and pussy.

I had my knees together so he wouldn’t have seen much down below, just my bald slit.

Adrian gripped the man’s shoulder and looked at me with him. “My wife’s worried she’s too mature to be dressing sexy. That’s rubbish, wouldn’t you agree Eddie?”

“Oh yes absolute rubbish. Your wife’s beautiful,” the man declared and met my eyes. I smiled coyly.

“Thank you, Eddie. Are you sure this is alright though? I was just thinking that if a male visitor did this to a female room service waitress he’d probably be in trouble.”

Eddie gulped again and nodded. “Possibly. It does happen and the client wouldn’t be sent female service staff again. But that’s different. It’s aggressive if a man shows his body, it’s beautiful, inviting even, if a woman does it.”

The poor ogling man rubbed his mouth. “It’s more about respect and keeping your hands to yourself. We have guidelines. Any female guests wishing to be comfortable in their rooms are welcome to. I’m more than happy to oblige if you wish to expose your body ma’am, sir,

if you want your beautiful wife looked at and appreciated!”

I could see the man was bulging in his trousers. I bit my lip and blushed excitedly as I looked at it.

“Uh sorry,” he apologised and covered his front with a folded tea towel.

“It’s fine Eddie, I’m flattered,” I said and drew another calming breath making my tits jiggle as I kept them thrust out of my top.

Adrian folded a twenty into our waiter’s pocket. “Thanks Eddie, don’t want our breakfasts getting cold. Can you come back in half an hour to pick up the dishes?”

The man gulped again, sucked in a breath and shook off the funk that had befallen him. “Certainly, thirty minutes,” he said nodding and smiling as he backed to the door with his breakfast cart.