I hope to one day show my wife the recollections on this site. I will also look to see if one day soon the the bartender and/or his roommates she the photos on his phone to get reposted here. I am confident that pictures of the wives were taken while playing pool by the three guys. I didn't see any but I know I would have sneaked a few.
To wrap this up...
We headed back to the airport.
My wife changed back into the black vest and a short blueJean skirt. Bobs wife was wearing a short button up blouse tied in a knot in the front along with her earlier mentioned blueJean skirt. We talked as we drove. It seems Bob and his wife had done the same as we did talking about the weekend. Bobs wife remembered almost everything to the point she was out so very little to fill her in except details of carrying her to the room and Phillip. Bob had thoroughly detailed both ladies trip up so we all just laughed at the retelling.
I then told them how my wife believed I exaggerated on her exposure at the pool. Before I could continue both started telling my wife I was telling the truth. My wife and I then told them of how we reenacted the scene with the bartender before they arrived back. My wife proudly helped relay the details. Bob almost wrecked the car when she explained that she agreed because I had the bartender take a picture with my phone so she could verify. This caused more questions but she told them she allowed me to take a few headless pictures with his phone of her in her wet bikini.
She detailed how she got in the pool and out for him and I took the pictures with his phone. She said she left two, a front headless and a back. This conversation got Bob going again. He wanted to stop and have a preflight meal for possible showing but the wives said that they were not hungry and we were close to the airport anyway. Bob continued the attempts but the ladies did not budge. He did succeed in getting the two ladies to remove two buttons to their tops and agree to pull their skirts up their waist till they just covered their ass. He would assist when we parked. I don't need to redescribe what the vest looked like just reread the pool table part with two buttons undone. When sitting the vest cupped showing a great tit and nipple inside. Standing arms down loads of cleavage. At the time I couldn't see bobs wife in the front.
We arrived at the airport and pulled the courtesy back into the original parking spot behind the gate. We got out and I started unloading the trunk. Bob and the wives came around. Wow. The blueJean skirts were short already but both ladies had them higher on there waist just hanging below the crease of their assessment. My wife looked hotter than hell in her sunglasses and matching bluejean cap and vest. Bobs wife dressed similar except her top tied in a knot below three buttons two of which were not buttoned. She had pulled the knot tight just below her tits causing the material to part leaving a massive gap that gave a side view of her tits and nipple. As I picked up the bags to follow Bob I asked my wife if she was OK with this. She smiled and opened her top flashing me her tits. She said why not give me one for the road home.
I started to follow Bob. The girls were just standing and talking. I asked if they were coming. They said in a minute. I caught up to Bob. He said they will follow and sit in the lobby. If the lobby not crowded we can see any reactions. We went in and checked in at the desk. The same manager was at the desk. We gave him the keys thanked him for his hospitality and requested a refueling. After paying and completing the paperwork we headed to the flight room to do whatever Bob does with flight plans. As we were walking away he asked about our wives. Bob said they were right behind us getting their beach bags. He smiled and asked if they were still dressed comfortably. Bob said always.
We went into a flight room. The room had a big picture window to the lobby. A long thin table against the wall under the window and four chairs facing the table and window. The lobby had the manager behind the desk. Two men around our age standing waiting at the far end of the counter and three flight instructor pilots milling around talking. I took a chair and watched. Both ladies entered the lobby. All eyes turned to them. They started walking around looking at posters and pictures. I see the manager speak and they walked over to him talking. The two men at the end of the counter were talking and looking. The three pilots moved down the far wall talking to behind them.
I was sure the wives noticed. I could not see their fronts from my angle but the way they were standing I wished I was three feet tall and standing behind them. Bobso wife was first to lay her beach bag on the floor bending slightly. She had the three pilots attention. They started grabbing each other's arms and gesturing. Thenow my wife took her bag off her shoulder. She also bent down and placed it by the counter. Again a lot of reaction. I can see the managers face and he is looking at tits and chest as they talk.
Bob called the front desk and asked how long on the refuel. The manager said twenty to twenty five minues our plane was next. He asked if he would let the wives know while he checked the plane. Bob left to go to the plane. I remained glued to the window. The ladies both picked up their bags and went to the far wall facing me. They set their bags down and sat in the two leather chairs. They each got their phones out. I got a text. She said how am I doing. I text you have everyone's undivided attention. She text we know. The three pilots started walking back and forth in front of them. They would stop beside them talking for awhile then move to the counter then back across again. I text what are they looking at. She text back let me see. I receive a picture of her front. Sitting made her top cup open. I the picture was a beautiful short of her tit. At that angle her nipple was on full display. I text back yum.
After much pacing and looking the pilots ended up in the same room as me. They are standing to my right looking at the wives talking about see full on tits and hard nipples. Now you know how I know they are flight instructors. One was saying hoe he should cancel his flight to stay. I text my wife that they are with me talking about seeing their tits. She said I can do more if you want. I sent have at it. She uncrowded her legs briefly. A quick but effective flash. One guy said "did you see the blonde, I told you she wasn't wearing a thong". The other two missed it. I text back you got one but the other two missed. She text back not the two in front of me. In listening to these guys talk I totally forgot about the other two men. They had taken the two chairs opposite them. I could only get glimpses of them in the chairs.
I sent back, are they too close. She sent back not to see with a smiley face. Another text, should I flash or give a look. At the time she still had her legs together. I sent your call. She reached over to her bag and slid it by her left foot, as she reached into the bag her legs parted. The room erupted. They started confirming the bald pussy no thong theory along with many other descriptive adjectives. She was in the bag for a good five seconds before sliding it back and closing her legs. She text, how was that. I sent you have all threes undivided attention. One left for a flight. I text back asking about the other two. Smiling she text I don't think they will leave till we do. I had totally forgot about bobs wife. She was "inadvertently" showing also but the pilots in the room never mentioned her.
The remaining two decided to go back and speak to them so they could see her titties again. As they were leaving I text, you are about to have company to talk to you so they can see your tits. She sent really. She laid her phone in her lap, bent down to her bag opening her legs even wider, adjusted her top. She sat back up closing her legs. I text, you close it up some. She text, nope the opposite. She text again, I think I may have opened my legs too wide I can her them talking about no hair. I text wow.
The two pilots did go over and speak whIle eyeing my wife tits. It didn't last long and they headed to the counter. I text the plane is ready, I'm on my way to get you. I walked up behind the two chairs the men were sitting in and said the planes ready. My wife got up at an angle and her left tit was on display in her vest. She stood up pulled the bottom of her vest down tightening it to her tits. She turned around with her legs open and bent down at her hips grasping her bag. Her skirt was half way up her ass and another beautiful sight of her pussy from behind. She stood up, placed the bag on her shoulder arranged her skirt and said I'm ready. Both men never turned moved nor said a word. I'm sure the remaining pilots in the flight room also enjoyed the view.
We walked to the desk and asked the manager the directions to the plane. He volunteered to escort us. We walked out the door while he locked up. I said OK ladies final opportunity to flash and show. My wife handed me the beach bag and readjusted her top. From either side you got a view of walking bouncing tits with nipple included. She also hiked up her skirt another inch. From behind you cold see her pussy outlined between her legs.
My wife and I started walking a few paces in front of the manager and bobs wife. After some time walking towards the plane bobs wife told my wife that her skirt was riding up and may be showing a little much to the manager. She acted embarrassed and pulled it back. We slowed our pace and was beside him my wife again apologizing for her wardrobe. He smiled and said I see absolutely nothing wrong with your clothing while looking directly at her left tit in her vest.
We made it to the plane. Bob and the manager were exchanging pleasantries. My wife said in the former of a question, last show. I said go for it. With bags stowed and plane ready we were ready to load. The manager was standing by the wing. My wife asked him to hold her beach bag so she can get in. She hands him the bag. He takes a half step back. She makes two fake attempts to step up on the wing. She said you will have to excuse me but the skirt won't let me lift my leg. The manager said no problem. She didn't just slide it up an inch. She pulled the bottom seem past her hips naked from the hips down. I am mesmerized. The manager gets a full on frontal while she adjust. She steps up and on the wing to stumble back off. He is looking at the view from behind to front again. She says sorry I've had too much to drink. He saysaid quiet alright. This time she takes her left foot and sets it up on the wing while her right foot is on the ground facing him. Back to the plane. He sets the bag down and offers assistance while taking in the view of her pussy. He takes her hand and assist in getting her on the wing. She literally bends over and hand leg walks up the wing. Pussy fully out. She opens the door puts her left leg in and turns asking for her bag. He steps on the wing hands it to her. She gets on all fours crawling in and sits down.
I tell the manager sorry about my Drunk wife. He again said no need he just thankful to be here to see her. We all got in. My wife was rolling laughing. We all agreed she won the weekend.
I will sum up the landing and conversation to conclude the weekend.
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