[JonThink]

My wife and I had gone to a Santa Cruz beach. I had just bought her a bright orange string bikini that had no lining in the upper and lower portions. It readily displayed her hard titties poking out toward the thin material and also showed her camel toe in a very pronounced fashion. She had never gone topless in her 24 years at that stage. However, as I surveyed some of the woman around our beach location, I noted about three ladies nearby that were sunbathing topless and laying on their backs. At a distance there were several more girls doing the same. My wife was laying on her stomach and showing little except that camel toe and some side boob from the smallish halter top. I pointed out that it would surely be nice if she joined those other ladies’ lead and go topless. She quickly declined. However, as the afternoon wore on, I continued to make little comments about how turned on I would be if she removed that top. She eventually reached around her back and untied that little string top and pulled it out from under her while laying it beside her on the beach towel. I said, “That is great, but you are laying on your stomach, and I can’t see your jugs.” She replied that was tough, and I better be satisfied with what she had already done. After a while, she started looking around and spotting the other women close by that were topless. In addition, I think she was getting uncomfortable laying solely on her stomach. She began to raise up every so often in an attempt to reposition herself. Each time, as she lifted up, one could get a shot of her tits. She actually started lifting herself a little higher each time in order to better her position for comfort purposes. However, one time she noticed a good looking guy eyeing her as she raised her upper body off the towel. I, like him, had been awaiting the time when she would actually roll over on her back and expose those firm, full jugs and tits. She never let on that she saw that guy eyeing her, but it gave her a little motivation to tease him. She continued to raise up a little higher each time and a little longer while looking at him watching her and displaying more boob with each iteration. Eventually, she said, “I need to turn over, because my back is hurting from laying in that one position all afternoon.” With that she turned over displaying all of her topless glory to the world. She then checked to determine if her admirer was still on-board. He definitely was. In fact, he was getting up to take a stroll by our location. Again, she noted this additional attention from him. A few minutes later, he came walking by once more toward his towel and sat back down looking in our direction. Within five minutes, my wife said, “I am getting stiff from staying on this towel so long. Let’s take a walk.” I agreed, and replied, “You lead the way.” Well, you guessed it, she took a path right past his position, and then on the return passed by once more. He was enjoying her toplessness as much as I. Over the next few months, we returned to that beach, and she continued to go topless there, but he was missing in action. Before the summer was over, I convinced her to start going to a nude beach north of Santa Cruz near Davenport. She began to enjoy being nude in a beach setting. Some days it was rather cold from the wind coming off the ocean. On those days, she would go nude, but if it was too cold, she would put on one of my white dress shirts (sometimes buttoned and sometimes unbuttoned). However, it was somewhat odd to see a woman who had at one time been reluctant to go topless walking on a beach with her pussy and ass fully exposed regardless of having my shirt on or not. It was quite a transformation.