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We have eventually got round continuing our joint report.

We had arranged to visit the pool the following week, consequently my wife had greatly intensified her training routine and we even changed the night of our evening cycle run to fit in with the pool night and increased the mileage by 50%, covering 75 miles. By the time that the evening in question arrived she had never been fitter but to get to this level it had necessitated putting her body through some horrendous torture and enduring some extreme pain, especially with her abs and stomach vacuuming exercises. As previously mentioned on this forum she is able to hang by her tits whilst holding a conversation as if it is the normal thing to do, but this past week she had been paying excessive attention in this area to ensure the lads will be able to do anything they want with them.
The night before the eventful day she invited her brother and my sister over to show off her super toned body which she was rightly extremely proud of, but it turned into a full family party with both our parents coming over as well. We all packed into our gym (ex garage) and she put on a fantastic show with some very extreme events thrown in. I just don't know how she can perform some of the feats she does, let alone think them up in the first place. It seems to be a combination of high intensity training, high pain threshold and complete dedication to her body but she never seems satisfied with her current level of achievement and keeps pushing the bar higher.
So, the big night arrived. When she arrived home from work she had a quick bite to eat and went into the gym for about an hour, came into the house for a quick shower and then chose something to wear.
She decided on the loose fitting bib top that she had worn when we first visited the hotel together with a short skirt with a slit up the full length of each side. No underwear or shoes of course.
Talking of shoes reminds me to mention that I cant remember the last time she wore shoes, summer or winter, on any surface. She drives the car with bare feet, works in an office without footwear (or underwear). The bottom of her feet look and feel like leather with all sorts of items embedded in her soles such as nails, screws, glass etc.which wear down to nothing over time. The only time she wears shoes is for cycling, because the pedals require special shoes which clip onto them. She tells me that she used to get told off for not wearing shoes in school but used to take them off the moment she got through the gate.
We drove over to the hotel. When we walked in the manager was behind the reception desk so we went over and he seemed delighted to see us. We asked if it would be OK for both of us to use the male changing room and he replied that he didn't think anyone would complain about that. So off we went, I walked in first and quickly weighed up that there were just three lads in there, so I quietly asked my wife where she wanted to change, knowing full well what the answer would be. We walked down to the area where they were changing and they just stood there open mouthed. We both said "good evening" and a couple of them managed to say "Hi". We both proceeded to change into our swimwear as if everything was quite normal. My wife only had to drop her skirt and untie her top so was completely naked in thirty seconds flat. She then made quite a show of sorting through our bag to get her costume out which involved a lot of bending over with her back to them. By the time she had found her costume I was ready to put mine on so she passed it to me. We put our swimwear on and walked out to the pool leaving the three lads standing there with open mouths, as they had been during the whole time we were in the changing room.
We walked over to the showers, had a quick shower and we both dived in together. I noticed that it had suddenly gone very quiet. When my wife surfaced I saw that her two straps that were supposed to cover her nipples had moved to the edge of her shoulders so I knew that within the next minute they would be completely off her shoulders. She then swam away from me back to the deep end and as I expected, on her way down to the other end she bobbed underwater and of course when she surfaced both straps were nowhere to be seen. I knew at this point that it was only a matter of time, probably about thirty seconds! before the bottom of her costume started to leave her. And so it came to pass. As she reached the shallow end she made for the steps and of course the bottom of her costume had slipped down to just above her knees as she walked up the steps and out of the pool. I then waited for the inevitable to happen. She walked about halfway down the side of the pool and dived in, at this point I was swimming behind her and realized that while she was under water she had removed her costume completely. When I was over her costume I picked it up and on reaching the end of the pool placed it on the side.

We will continue this report as soon as we can.