After those walks on the beach, my husband and I started playing in a different way. In places where going topless isn’t allowed or isn’t considered appropriate: hotel pools, beach bars, poolside bars, or relaxation areas in spas. Places where everyone is properly dressed in a bikini or swimsuit.
The game is simple, but quite difficult for me to maintain.
He wants one of my nipples to be partially visible almost the entire time we’re outside the room. Not completely out, just enough for part of the areola or the nipple to show “by accident.” The bikini top has to be slightly out of place, as if it had slipped on its own.
The problem is that, out of embarrassment, I tend to cover it up. And that’s when the punishment starts.
If at any point I adjust it properly and the nipple disappears from view, my husband turns on the egg. Without warning. Without saying anything. He just presses the button and leaves it vibrating until I discreetly move the top again so the nipple shows once more. I can’t do it in an obvious way, because then it would be clear I’m doing it on purpose. I have to find a way that looks like a natural accident: resting my arm in a certain position, turning slightly, pretending to adjust the strap… anything that makes the top slip or open just enough.
We’ve done this many times at hotel pool bars. I’m sitting on a sunbed or at a high table, surrounded by people. Every few minutes, without realizing it, the top settles properly and the nipple disappears. The moment that happens, I feel the vibration. Strong. Constant. I have to pretend nothing is happening while I look for a way to make it visible again without drawing attention. Sometimes it takes me several seconds. Those seconds when the egg is on and I’m trying to move naturally are the hardest.
One afternoon at a fairly busy beach bar, something happened that made me especially nervous. The top had settled properly and my husband turned the egg on. While I was trying to find a way to make the nipple show again without raising suspicion, a couple sat down at the table next to us. The guy sat facing me. Every time I moved my shoulder or arm slightly to try to make the top slip open a little, he looked at me. He knew I was trying to do something, even if he didn’t know what. My husband, who had noticed, kept the egg on at full power for almost a full minute. I had to cross my legs tightly and pretend I was looking at the sea while I came right there, with the nipple still hidden and the vibrator running at maximum.
We also play a lot in spas and saunas. In the relaxation areas, with the bathrobe, it’s easier for everything to cover up on its own. Every time I sit down and the robe closes too much, I feel the vibration. Then I have to reposition myself discreetly: resting my elbow on the armrest in a certain way, slightly turning my torso, or letting the robe open a little when I cross my legs. Always trying to make it look natural.
The hardest part is that I can’t complain. If I ask him to stop, he simply answers:
“Then show it.”
And if I don’t, the egg stays on.
Sometimes I spend so long trying to keep the nipple visible in an “accidental” way that I end up very aroused, almost shaking. And he knows it. He knows that the embarrassment forces me to stay aware of my own body for hours, and that constant tension turns me on incredibly.
This game started after that bachelorette party. Since then, I’ve discovered that I like this mix of controlled exposure and embarrassment. It’s not full topless. It’s something smaller, more subtle… and because of that, much more intense.
Because in the end, when we finally get back to the room, I’m already so wet and sensitive that I can barely wait for him to touch me.
And my husband knows that perfectly well.
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