THE BETH CHRONICLES
By USAtraveler

St. Croix
Part I

We had spent many nights fantasizing about this long two week trip
to the US Virgin Islands. We chose Christiansted Island as our
destination because of the many resorts scattered in and around the
main city of St. Croix.

Beth had made a list that she kept to herself of the fantasies she
wanted to try. This was our game, pretend and then try to make them
come to reality. Exhibitionism and teasing are our biggest turn-ons
and we always try to show off her body in as many ways as possible.
Beth especially gets aroused when she knows another man or men are
enjoying her nudity. She also wants to know that they are watching
her and are appreciating her "show."

Our other game is "I dare you." This is usually played out by me
giving her a dare that is slightly more outrageous than the
circumstances that we are in will generally accept. Examples are
flashing her breasts to the waiter when he comes to our table in a
restaurant, allowing her bikini bottoms to float to the surface in a
Jacuzzi with other men present, or flashing her bald pussy at some
poor shoe salesman.

On this vacation, I packed all her clothing. She packed her own
jewelry and make-up though. I limited her clothing to sundresses,
bikinis (with the linings removed), tank tops, white shorts, tennis
dresses, silk blouses, and a couple of mini skirts. Absolutely no
underwear.

We spent the first day just getting there from St. Louis. But what
fun it was. Beth wore a bright white and yellow sundress with
spaghetti straps over the shoulder and crisscrossing the open back.
The skirt was full and the hem was just below her knee. Over it she
wore a light weight summer sweater. When she boarded the plane bound
for Atlanta, she placed one of her carry-on bags in the overhead
compartment. Then she took off the sweater and stretched on her
tip-toes to also place it in the overhead compartment. Just about
every male In the plane stopped what they were doing and watched her
as they became aware what this dress revealed about her lack of
underclothes. The side view was spectacular especially when the
sundress was backlit. Her marvelous breasts and flat stomach were
highlighted by the sun beaming though the small windows. The dress
was crisscrossed with laces across her bare back making it obvious
to those who didn't have the sun at the right angel, that she was
braless.


I told her after she sat back in her seat that she would have to
make a trip or two to the restrooms in the rear of the plane once we
got into the flight just to give all the guys another look. 

Before we knew it, we were landing in Atlanta. If you have ever
flown into there, you know that international flights leave from a
concourse separate from all the rest. This meant a trip on the trams
that whisk you between terminals and concourses. During this trip,
Beth stood in front of me and I spooned behind her, grinding my cock
into the crack of her ass as the tram made its way toward our
destination. As more and more people crammed into the tram car, I
became bolder by lifting the hem of her sundress so that her bare
butt was now pressing into my cock. Ever the opportunist, she
reached back, unzipped me and wiggled her ass to accommodate my rod.
Here we were amid dozens of people with the tip of my dick inching
into her, passing her lubricated lips, straining to slip in to her.
Just before the tram got to our exit, it stopped with a jolt at the
terminal before ours. The jolt was just enough for me to bend
slightly at the knees to improve my angle and then thrust up into
her. Pas sengers were scurrying on and off the tram and I was
penetrating my wife from behind.

Beth's response was to lean back into me and whisper, "You horny
little devil. That feels so wicked! Think you can cum so that it
will be dripping down my leg as we walk out of here?" 

"Saving it for later, Babe. Maybe we can get another notch in our
Mile High Club pin on the way down to St. Croix," I said. It was
painful to bend my rod so we could stuff it back into my pants.
Guess I walked rather stiff legged from the tram, up the stairs, and
to our gate. However, I'm sure the stares were not at my stride, but
Beth's bouncing breasts in her attention demanding sundress.

Once on board the jet to St. Croix, I plotted out the next dare.
"Remember on our first trip to Chicago last fall when I had you tied
spread eagle to the bed? Recall how you were blindfolded and tied so
you couldn't move nor know who was in the room about to take
advantage of you? Well, when we get to the hotel, I'm going to do
that to you only this time, I will make sure someone comes into the
room while you are so vulnerable."

The hotel shuttle picked us up at the airport, loaded all of our
luggage, and drove us to the hotel along the shore road. Our rooms
were on the ground floor of a 6-plex, three story unit. We had a
patio accessible from the bedroom through a set of French doors. The
patio came complete with a couple of chairs, table with umbrella,
and two chaise type lounges. The entire patio was screened from the
ocean by a low block wall that formed a planter. Great for sunning
without being seen, but that was not what Beth wanted. She was on
vacation and wanted to be as wild as her inhibitions let her.

I asked her if she was ready to stash our gear and head to the hotel
lounge for our evening meal and more. "What should I wear," she
asked.  I told her the sundress she was wearing was excellent, but
she said that it was better for daylight. She liked my second
suggestion  the top to her white bikini, her long sarong wrap
skirt, and the scarf-like shoulder wrap that matched the skirt. My
wife added her gold waist and ankle chains. She practiced setting on
the bed to see how the split in the wrap skirt fell. It fell, all
right, open to the top of her thighs! Perfect!

We entered the lounge area that opened onto a larger open-air
pavilion featuring tiki torch lighting at the perimeter and
hurricane candles on the tables. There were several couples and also
groups of singles in the lounge area. This vacation is shaping up
nicely.

Beth and I ordered our food form a cute waitress who winked at me
when she noticed Beth's thigh exposure and my hand creeping up her
leg. I love keeping my wife stimulated as I know that the longer the
foreplay lasts, the hotter our sex will be. 

Apparently, the waitress told a few others about Beth and I. Soon
the bus boy was by filling our water glasses and bringing a fresh
candle for the table. The manager came by, and welcomed us to the
hotel. My wife asked him if there was going to be live music later.
"Yes, a local band that plays classic island music," he said. She
said that she was looking forward to their performance at the same
time she re-crossed her legs, causing the wrap to adjust again
across her thighs.  He was hooked. He was trying to look without
being obvious.

I motioned her toward me whispering in her ear as she leaned in to
me. This allowed him to examine her exposed flesh with out being
overt. "Sweetheart," he is feasting on your leg show. I dare you to
show him more."

"How," she asked? "Put your arms around my neck, kiss me on the
cheek, and giggle. I think this little movement will cause the skirt
to fall open a little more."

When her arms came up around my neck, I glanced down toward her lap
to see what was happening. As she was kissing me on the cheek, the
skirt separated more, revealing all of her thigh up to her waist.  I
whispered to her, "one more inch and your naked pussy lips will
begin to show." 

"Oh, I just love you to pieces, Sweetheart," she said squeezing me
around my neck. Now I could clearly see that her wrap skirt had fell
open completely exposing her shaved pussy to the manager. "It's open
all the way," I whispered. "I know, I can feel the breeze on my wet
lips," my daring wife said. 

She kissed me again then straightened up in her chair, taking the
time to arrange her wrap skirt over her re-crossed legs. The manager
had moved to the next table greeting the guests there too but not
before my wife had treated him to the beginnings of her
exhibitionism vacation.

We stayed and ate swordfish, drank plenty of beer, and danced and
danced and danced. Many eyes were on Beth and her legs. She was
loving it. The manager came by about once and hour to "see" how
things were going. Each time, he glanced down to check out her legs.
About and hour later, I told her that I was going to give her
another "dare."

"Dare me, and I'll do it," she said. "Loose the top," I said. "You
mean the shoulder wrap," she asked? Smiling from ear to ear, I
announced, "Not quite, I'm daring you to loose the bikini top!"

My wife fixed her eyes on mine. She reached up to her neck and
untied the bow. Beth then whispered, "For you," as she unfastened
the bow behind her back. She draped the transparent should wrap over
her shoulders at the same time causing the small white triangles of
the bikini bra to slip off her breasts. She started to pickup the
top that was laying in her lap, but I said, "leave it."

"What can you see," she asked without unlocking her fixed gaze on my
eyes. My eyes slowly drifted down to take in the new exposed view.
"Both nipples are showing through the thin material and the candle
light is being reflected by the gold rings in your nipples. Your
nipples are hard and very long too," I affirmed. 

Just as I had hoped, the manager came by again to ask if we were
enjoying ourselves. "Very much," I said. His glance shifted from me
to Beth. She looked at him and smiled. We both watched as his eyes
dropped from her face down to her nearly exposed chest and then to
her white bikini top laying on her lap. "I lost a bet and I have to
comply with a dare," she said. "I see," he managed to say.

"Is this a problem," asked my wife. "I mean, me sitting here like
this, or do you want me to cover back up?" 

"Well, not as far as I'm concerned. Just make sure nothing else
comes off, okay. I would sure hate to not have you continue to
patronize my club.  You never know if some of the other guests might
raise an issue with the hotel, then I'd be forced to deny you
access." He very deliberately looked unabashedly over my wife from
her bare thighs to her nearly naked breasts. Then he added, "no,
don't cover up."

Beth rose from her chair and handed me her bikini top for keeping. I
slipped it into my walking shorts. "Honey, let's go for a walk on
the beach, okay," she questioned.

We walked out together along with the manager. Beth had her arm on
mine and then she surprised the manager by taking his arm too. I
felt the warmth of the underside of her naked breast on the top of
my arm, so I am sure he was feeling the same sensation.  At the
door, she stood on her tip toes, and gave him a small kiss on his
cheek while pressing both breasts into his arm. 

"Thank you," she said. My wife turned to me and asked if we could go
back to our room along the beach. As soon as we left the lights of
the club and walked into the shadows, I dared her to do it topless.
She didn't answer. Beth shrugged. The wrap slid off her shoulders
and wafted to the sand. She  was now walking naked from the waist
up, breasts bouncing gently in the moonlight.

We heard voices coming off to our right. As they grew louder, I
whispered to her that it sounded like several guys and a girl or
two. As we grew closer to them, they realized that Beth was topless.
The group was quiet for a second and then we heard, "Damn." "See
there Dear, that's what I want you to do." "Right now, in front of
your brother!" the young girl asked. Everyone stopped including
Beth. The sea air kept her nipples stiff and erect. The moon
glistened and her nipple rings caught flashes of moonlight. 

No one was saying anything. The young lady seemed to be breathing
rather excitedly. Next movement came as she lifted her tee shirt
over her head and then unsnapped her front closing bar. She had very
nice smallish breast whose nipples pointed at an upward angle. "Very
nice," I said. Her husband took her discarded garments to hold. 

"Beth," I said, "I dare you to hand me your skirt." The three others
looked at my wife to see what she would do. I guess they expected
her not to comply.  Saying nothing, just looking me in the eyes, she
slipped the wrap skirt off her hips and handed it to me. Now she was
standing there gloriously naked in front of three strangers. "Turn
around and let them  see all of you," I said. She slowly turned.
When her shaved pussy came into view, the husband muttered another
"Damn!" "Come on Honey, we're going to shave your pussy too." 

They left in a rather hurry. Beth told me that she was so excited
that her thighs were wet from her own juices dripping down. We
walked hand-in-hand until we reached the complex. I told her to
kneel on the chaise. I proceeded to lick and probe all over her
butt. When I found her slit from the rear, I followed the slick
trail to the very erect clit. I started sucking and rolling my
tongue all around the little pleasure nub. I inserted first one then
two fingers to the appreciative moans from my wife.

I told her that tomorrow I'd make sure another stranger got to enjoy
her naked body. She really began to squirm. I took that as a
definite yes. I next began searching in earnest for her g-spot with
the tip of my index finger while rolling her clit around between my
other finger and thumb. "Maybe he will even let him touch your
breasts and play with your tit rings." "Yes, yes, dare me, I'll do
it," she said.

I dropped my shorts freeing my aching cock. My balls were so tight
they felt like they were laying next to my kidneys. My wife felt my
cock slide across her tight buns, reached back and grabbed it. "Do
me now, fuck me and make me do wicked things all week long. Fuck me
hard. I want your cum in me, on me, in my mouth, all over me. Do
me!"

She was very wet and felt like a hot silk glove as I pushed in to
her cunt from behind, holding on to her around her waist just above
her clit. I began to pump faster and as deep into her as I could.
Soon we were almost slamming into each other. I felt the cum boil up
and then gush out. Jet after jet of jism pumped into her cunt. I
held on with one hand and frigged her clit with the other still
pumping into her cunt.

She came with a rush, pulsing over my cock, stomach muscles
quivering. It was one of our best fucks in years. After catching our
breath, we entered the bedroom through the French doors. 

We took a shower and soaped each other all over. I told my wife that
she was the sexiest woman ever and that she gave me all the thrill I
ever needed when she is exposed to strangers. We fell asleep on top
of the sheets as I promised her a great day tomorrow reminding her
that some lucky man would not only see her naked, but would get to
touch her breasts. maybe even more. 

"Just dare me, I'll do it for you," she said. 
