(This concludes the” Rita — Gulf Shores” series. It will best be read in that context, but the choice is yours.)

Tony and I spent another hour or so on the beach, him a little away from me as he watched strollers along the shore inspect me as I lay both on my front and back.

“We should probably get cleaned up for dinner,” I suggested.

That was the extent of our talking since the nude man had applied my sunscreen and we’d both orgasmed on the beach.

We shook off our towels and shoved everything in my beach bag, which Tony offered to carry.

“You gonna put your suit on?” he asked as I stuffed my towel into the bag.

I just shrugged, taking his hand. “You?”

Hand in hand and we headed back to the resort both nude. Tony’s a grower, not a show-er, but I was pleasantly surprised that he seemed to remain about half hard as we strolled along the water’s edge. I don’t think I’d ever seen him nude in any public way before, and I was proud to be with him. He really is a handsome guy.

We passed most of the Adults Only section and were getting back to the resort proper when he stopped and set the bag on an empty chair.

“I could look at you all day, every day, for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. How’d I end up so lucky?” he sighed.

I flushed. He’s not a mushy guy, romantic to be sure, but his words were so sincere and touching that I wrapped my arms around him and pressed our bodies together. “I’m the lucky one, mister. I’m proud to be your Wife, and so proud of you, all you’ve done, the life we’ve built…” I replied gazing into his eyes.

He began to grow against me. A sly smile curled my lips. I stepped back a bit and looked down, my hand trailing down to cup his scrotum. “I really like this too,” I laughed, squeezing just a bit.

“I’m glad, but we probably need to put our suits on,” he said turning to rifle though my bag. I’m certain I pouted as he handed me mine and stepped into his own.

“You gonna fit?” I asked mischievously as he pulled the Speedo over himself. He just gave me a look and continued to stretch the suit over his package. I pulled on my bottom, adjusting myself inside as best as I could, and then dropped my top on the bag.

“Rita,” he said looking at me strangely, “we’re heading into the hotel,” handing me back my top.

“Damn,” was all he said as I took the top in my hand and began walking past the loungers and toward the pool area. It took him about six steps to catch up and take my hand — and we walked on together without another word. I was still on some sort of high from the events of the day and didn’t want it to end.

We made it onto the pool deck where I stopped, handed Tony my top, hat, and sunglasses, then pressed the pool Shower button sending a fine spray of breathtaking, chilling water over my body. I didn’t think I could possibly get more turned on, but the needle fine droplets smacking into my stirred-up nipples made me giddy. I bent and twisted to wash the sand and salt from my skin, being intentionally provocative as Tony stood nearby holding our things as if this were an everyday experience.

“Excuse me, madam,” a bow-tied, serious looking fellow said approaching in a huff. I pulled my hair back and wrung the excess water from it.

“Yes?” I replied, glistening in just my tiny thong bottom, half the eyes on the deck now focused on me. Tony’s look was unreadable, a great poker face.

“This, ah, this area is for resort guests only. You cannot just stroll down the beach and come up here to use our facilities, most especially dressed like you are,” he finished in a self-righteous tone.

“I am a guest,” I said a bit over-loud, putting my hands on my hips, “and what’s wrong with how I’m dressed?”

Tony produced the room keycard from my bag, waving it at the man. Any eyes that weren’t on me before were looking now.

Bug-eyed, the resort employee looked around, and lowered his voice, as if informing me of something secret, “Madam,” he said, “you’re topless.”

“But, isn’t that allowed in Alabama?” I asked crossing my arms under my breasts. I don’t know how Tony or I kept a straight face. I could see smiles on several of the people looking at us, and more than a few whose looks were quite approving.

“Yes, madam. On the beach. The resort has a dress code, and I am afraid we can’t allow you to…, ah…” he wagged a finger at my breasts, “go about, well, undressed.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize,” I said feigning regret and looked at Tony who tossed me my top. “I’ll put this on right now,” I waved the tiny piece of material at him. It took me all of a minute to tie the strings and adjust the miniscule pieces of fiber over my taut breasts.

“Better?” I asked, still with a large audience.

“You’ll need a cover-up as well, if you are entering the building,” he stated in a dismissive tone.

“Of course,” I responded, “I wouldn’t go gallivanting around inside without covering up. What do you take me for?” This seemed to confound him. He opened his mouth, considered a thought, then realized he’d been check-mated.

“Have a good evening, madam,” he nodded, turned on his heels and fled as quickly as he had appeared. I took Tony’s arm and we walked across the pool deck until we reached the building entrance, where I doffed my cover-up under many a watchful eye.

“What was all that?” Tony asked in seriousness as our room door closed.

I missed something in how he asked. “It’s been such an amazing day, Babe, and I wanted to make you proud, to be seen with you, to show myself…” I replied, untying my top and letting it drop to the floor.

“Rita,” he cut in, “flashing is…” he stopped and sat down drained on the edge of the bed.

“Tony, what’s the matter,” I asked coming and kneeling in front of him and taking his hands. He looked deep into me.

“I…, I guess it’s just been so much. The pictures, Roberto, Thom touching you and…” he looked beat up.

“Tony, it’s only you, only us. Everything is for us…” I said near tears.

“I know, Ree, I do. I know you Love to do this and it’s not just for me, ‘cuz it turns me on,” he trailed off. After a deep breath, “The pictures, imagining, seeing so vividly how you were… Rita, that you were so close, and so turned on…. Then Thom, rubbing you right there, touching you….. I know you loved it, Ree, I could see it. And goddamn it makes me so fucking Hot. Is it sick, Ree, that… I don’t know, is it okay?” Tony had tears in his eyes.

I laughed, tears rolling down my face as well. “Okay? What’s okay?” I asked, squeezing his hands. “First, you don’t make me do anything, I do it because I like it. Is that okay? I don’t know, I’m sure lots and lots of folks will say a woman shouldn’t flash, that her body is just for her husband. But I relish it, hon, I do. It makes me feel good. And knowing it makes you…, gets you hard and…, omigod! Tony, this is lovemaking for us. Nobody’s getting hurt or used.”

Tony took my chin and looked into me deeper than I can ever recall. Whispering he said, “I was on the edge, so close, watching Thom, rubbing that lotion on you, knowing he was rubbing your Pussy, maybe fingering you. And when that guy, he, when he laid on you, his cock hard,….I didn’t want him to fuck you, Ree, but when he laid there and pressed his cock between your cheeks, I’ve never seen you so erotic, your eyes rolled back and I knew you were Cumming..”

“You came then,” I smiled.

“Gawd yes! I didn’t even touch myself, Ree.”

I giggled. “Yeah, I saw. I’m not sure who came first, Babe. That really, really got me going.” I glanced at his stretched Speedo.

I raised an eyebrow, “Still thinking about it, huh?”

He sighed, resigned, a knowing grin on his face.

“I don’t want anyone but you, Tony. If this happens to be how we make Love…” I shrugged.

Tony leaned in an gave me a passionate kiss. “Ree, we…, I think we came very close to… I have to be honest, babe, I didn’t think I’d get as turned on as I did with another guy touching you, but I think that’s a really dangerous place.”

“Absolutely,” I said nodding. “I…I won’t lie, it felt… it was a very real turn on, but I knew it was playing with fire. Roberto, that was very Hot,” I laughed, “I can’t believe I posed like that! And Thom, ohmigod….” I blushed. “Tony it… he could have slid a finger or two right in me. I was so stirred by his touch, but he never tried. He just worked at stimulating me…”

“I know, sweetheart. That’s what I mean, he could have slipped into you. On the beach, the guy with the sunscreen, I could see you…if he’d moved just a bit, would have stopped him?”

“That was dumb,” I admitted, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I just didn’t think.., I mean, right there on the beach? I didn’t think he’d… I’m so sorry, Babe,” I said from my heart.

Tony gently took my breasts in his hands. “You put Thom’s hands on your breasts…” he said without malice.

I nodded.

“It was so erotic, seeing you touched and aroused. But I don’t think it’s where we should go, not something that would be good for us as husband and Wife,” he continued.

There were rationalizations and excuses flying through my head; Tony had encouraged this, he had not stopped me when Thom was applying lotion, had nodded assent when the naked guy — his cock already full — had asked if I wanted help and knelt between my legs. We’d cum together just a while ago in the midst of this episode, on a public beach! But he was right; I didn’t want anyone but Tony making Love to me. The physical excitement, the rush of turning someone else on, of being wanted — I cherished all that, I was nearly addicted to the feelings it raised in me. But I loved only this man and would give myself only to him.

I stood and tugged him to stand as well. We kissed, tears still on my cheeks, my vision still watery, but the emotion was unquenchable, unshakeable Love. And lust. For this man!

I pulled the strings holding my suit bottom up, then knelt and pulled Tony’s almost as small suit off of him, his erection springing up and out. I looked up, smiling, “Only you, Babe. Forever,” and ran my tongue along the length of his beautiful cock, circled the glans, and took him deep into me. Moving slowly, I began to bob.

After a minute, I stood, my hands caressing his fat, hard manhood. “Get on the bed,” I purred, stepping closer. He lay back, and I straddled him, my right hand wrapped around the warm, throbbing phallus of my husband. I directed him to me, just at my entrance, my wetness crying for his friction. “This, all of me, is yours. You are all I want.”

Tony looked at me and opened his mouth, but I smiled and said “Shhh.”

“Don’t get me wrong, my Love. I am still going to tease, to flash these tits you Love, to show other men my body, this Pussy,” I said as I thrust myself downward on him, burying him fully in me. After catching my breath I went on, “I find the feeling irresistible, and I know you do too,” I leaned forward, dangling my incredibly excited breasts inches from his mouth, staring into him, and began to rock my hips.

“I appreciate the exhilaration that it brings both of us, the thrill of rousing you as I delight in being seen and desired. I know,” I smiled slyly, “that the men want to fuck the hell out of me,” I said as I forced him all the way in again, catching myself dropping my head in ecstasy.

“That they want to suck these tits,” I breathed bringing them to his lips. He licked and nibbled to our mutual delight.

Lifting myself enough to look into his eyes again, I resumed my rocking motion. “But no one has my heart, or will have me like this, but you,” I leaned in and kissed Tony as if it were the first and the last time.

Twenty-five minutes later I lay next to Tony, both of us spent, relishing the warm, gooey dribble between my legs.

He chuckled almost to himself.

“What now?” I asked.

“Yesterday you were a little frantic that Roberto had pictures of you, and today, on the pool deck, you showered topless with maybe fifty phones taking shots of you.”

“Stop,” I said hitting his arm. “Maybe a couple people…” I began.

“Ree, there were a bunch of people with phones, a couple I am sure videoing it. And I saw at least two guys with nice cameras focused on you,” he said rolling on to his side and looking down at me. He ran a finger circling my left areola, “There are a lot of photos of you now showing these pretty things,” he smiled with pride.

“Mmmm,” I sighed.

“And your face,” he added.

I blinked.

“You handed me your hat and sunglasses, remember?” his eyes bright.

I sat upright, though both my nipples were growing hard belying my concern. “You don’t think…?”

“Probably,” he smirked. “let’s just hope you bosses don’t surf the net for Porn.”

“It wasn’t Porn,” I swung at him playfully.

“Probably on the hotel video security tapes, too,” he added, tweaking at my right nipple.

“Are you upset?” I asked.

“Are you?” he echoed back to me.

I sat on the bed thinking about that. “it wasn’t Porn. I was just showering,” I said trying to sound okay with it. I’m not sure my employer would feel that way; I was topless in public.

“Either way, it’s done, right?” he smiled at me.

I sighed. What had become of me?!

“I’m going to clean up, and then you’re taking me to dinner. I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I said popping off the bed, and walking over to the balcony. “unless you just want to order in and I could sit here,” I smiled over my shoulder. I wondered that I wasn’t more upset that I was probably on the net now, my nearly nude body — and maybe nude too! — for anyone to see. And yet, I still was suggesting to Tony that he invite another opportunity to have room service come in and find me completely naked.

Tony walked out beside me on the balcony and wrapped his arms around me. “Go clean up and put on some clothes,” he smiled gripping my Ass hard. “I think we’ve shown you off enough for today,” he laughed, “maybe enough for the month!”

“You’re not upset, are you?” I asked, suddenly worried again that I’d crossed a line, that I had hurt him.

“No, Babe, I’m fine. Really,” he said looking deeply into my eyes.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he suddenly lit up, smacked my Ass and added “get some clothes on before we never leave this room.”

We left after breakfast the next morning, eating in the restaurant as we had for dinner. There were a few looks, like some people were trying to determine where they’d seen me before, but we’d simply focused on each other. Tony had brought a tow dolly so we could drive home together, and we left once my car was hooked up to the company truck he’d driven up to the resort. Nothing fancy — it was a work truck — but we got to be together for the six-hour drive home.

Our chit chat had drifted to a peaceful silence after about thirty minutes, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Mine were on whether I was going to be on the internet and how I would react if someone we knew asked about my topless escapade at the resort. There might be some pretty explicit shots of me as well, but I knew that the only ones I could positively be identified in were from the pool Shower. A little smile filled me, I was amazed with myself for my daring in going completely nude, not just for the private photos with Roberto but on the beach as well. Tony had reassured me last night after dinner of how turned on he was with all that had transpired, and of his undiminished Love for me.

As if reading my mind, out of the blue Tony asked, “You remember the first time you let another guy really see your angel wings?”

I blushed. I’d not mentioned that at all, but it had come up by reference. My protestation that this was the first time that I’d actually opened my legs and shown all of myself to another guy — well, guys — had been commented on by Tony. My only argument was that he’d been there, so I was not really showing myself, but letting myself be seen to make us both happy. I couldn’t claim that with the past weekend.

“I think I was nineteen and…” I answered coyly.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he said looking over at me with a smile and nudging me. “As my Wife.”

I reached over and grasped his erection through his shorts. “Apparently you remember,” I batted my eyes, “and it’s a fond memory.”

“Very fond,” he said, his right hand releasing the grip he had on the steering wheel, and slipping between my legs.

I sighed deeply. “Yeah, I seem to recall something,” I said as Tony tried to work his hand inside the leg of my shorts.

“Uh-huh…” he said, as we both succumbed to our thoughts as we held each other.

Greg Carlson was an Air Force piiot stationed at MacDill A tall, wiry guy with a great smile who had moved in down the block from us about four years ago, along with his four-year old son who was the spitting image of him. Greg was widowed, his Wife and infant daughter having died in a terrible accident just before his assignment to MacDill. Of course, all the women in the neighborhood felt we had to care for him and his son, so they seldom didn’t have an invitation to dinner for Friday or Saturday nights, often with a female friend or acquaintance invited as well as we all hoped he would “find someone” and tried to help.

Not really cute, he had a rugged handsomeness and a personality that seemed to just mesh with everyone, male or female. Greg was always included in every neighborhood activity and party, including our pool parties and the girls’ birthdays. After about eighteen months, he informed us that he’d gotten approval for a hardship reassignment to be closer to family.

Tony had mentioned a couple of times that Greg was quite taken with me as I apparently bore some resemblance to his deceased Wife, but I didn’t think anything of it. We were all friends, nothing more. Or so I thought.

A couple weeks before Greg and his son were due to leave, he and some of our other neighbors were at our place and hanging around the pool. This was about four or five years since I had rediscovered my fascination with being seen as Tony and I rekindled the fires of our sexuality with “Porn date nights.” I was dressing in a more revealing manner, including the occasional bikini around our friends.

Tony was at the grill, and I was over with the kids and some of the other women by the lounge chairs. I don’t know what caught someone’s attention, but Tony overheard Greg say to Frank, another neighbor, how Hot I looked.

“Gotta agree with that,” Frank answered. “I’d Love to see her outta that suit.”

“She’s a really stunning woman. I don’t think she even knows how beautiful she is.” Greg seemed to sigh, as Tony heard it. “But, as I am leaving, I guess I’ve just going to have to live with my fantasy.”

“What fantasy would that be?” Tony asked walking over to them.

The two fumbled, not sure what Tony had heard. “Uh, to be honest, I was admiring how beautiful Rita is,” Greg freely admitted.

The three of them watched me moving about for a few seconds. “She certainly is,” Tony added, then teased, “and out of that suit, ohmigod, I have no idea how I got so lucky.” Apparently there was some nervous laughter then.

“I’ll take your word for it,” said Frank.

“Trust, but verify,” Greg added. Then realizing how that sounded and what he’d likely really meant added, “I, uh, didn’t mean anything,” he stammered. “Sorry, buddy.”

“No apology needed. I take that as a compliment,” Tony assured him. “But I’m not sure Rita would be willing to let you, ah, verify,” Tony said. Then he handed Greg another beer and said, “To our fantasies!”

They then broke up and the party went on. However, later Greg came up to Tony to apologize again.

“You know that was just bullshit, earlier, Tony, about um, seeing Rita? I mean she’s gorgeous but I’d never…” he said.

“So you saying you don’t want to see her out of that suit?” Tony asked with a smile on his face.