The Brown Bikini

It took a while, and a lot of careful, sly comparisons (most carried out when she was sleeping!), but I was finally able to buy a brown bikini for my wife that was an almost perfect match for her skin tone. Why I did so will soon become clear to you, Dear Reader.

I must have bought (and returned!) literally DOZENS of bikinis before the successful match was made – each one bought with cash; hidden until being tested; and then returned for another – in hopes of finding that final, successful match. I must say, my persistence and patience paid off – I presented it to her as a gift (she is used to my buying her clothes and lingerie, everything really), and she gratefully tried it on for me. We were going to stay at Virginia Beach for a week-long vacation shortly, and she knows I like her to look her best. When she modeled it for me, the effect was stunning. Of course, she was unaware of my intent; but I couldn’t believe how closely matched the fabric was to her skin complexion. It was uncanny! If you looked quick, it almost seemed as if she were naked. Only the absence of darker nipples and areola, as well as the absence of a black pubic thatch, indicated that she was covered up. From behind, of course, you would see the strings that tied the top on; and the lack of a cleft between the hips. Believe me, a great majority of people would be fooled, at least for a few seconds before their minds sorted it all out.

Nita, my gorgeous African-American queen and wife of seven years, was appreciative, but a little underwhelmed at my color choice,

“Brown, Adam? I mean, thanks and all, but… I thought you liked white best on me, or even red, or black. Brown seems an unusual choice. Kind of plain. As long as YOU like it on me, Baby. But I don’t think it will have much impact.”

Little did she know…

Nita is a very deep, rich, shimmering coconut brown. She literally SHINES in the sun. More so if she applied lotion. The effect is stunning. I never tire of her absolute, natural beauty. Her hair is long, thick, and kept straight, with a part in the center. Her cheekbones are high and graceful; and her lips full and ‘pouty’. Her dark, flashing eyes seem always twinkling with an easy smile, and are seductively almond-shaped. Her face is pleasingly oval-shaped; and perfectly framed by that lustrous mane of falling hair.

She is tall – mostly all leg! And she is fit, and lean. But make no mistake – there are plenty of to-die-for curves and contours to her 133-pound frame! She clocks in at 36B-26-38. Her lips are always clad in bright red lipstick; and her eyes darkened and accentuated. She is graceful, feminine, and easily sexy.

Now, don’t get me wrong – I certainly appreciate that she is old-fashioned, and a lady. But a deep, dark part of me even I don’t understand myself, wants others to see her nude; and my fantasy is to have her sleep with another man (or men!) while I watch. She, of course, would never go for it; so I am compelled to do my best with being satisfied at sabotaging her wardrobe so that her clothes fail her; or buying her very sexy clothes outright, and getting her to agree to wear them for me as a special treat. Often, she will – especially if we are out of town, or at least will not be encountering anyone we know. She is a great wife; and I really love her.

But I also love showing her off!

After long anticipation, the Virginia Beach getaway finally arrived, and Nita smilingly donned the new brown bikini for our first trip to the beach. She always wears a cover up, or jeans and a teeshirt down from the hotel, so I knew there would be a big ‘reveal’ at water’s edge! I scanned the shore, and was pleased at the great throngs of people crowding almost every available foot of sand. We set up our umbrella, set out our collapsible beach chairs, and Nita turned and began to unbutton her cutoffs!

She slid the skimpy denim shorts down those firm, trim legs, and stepped out of them! My heart began beating a little faster. From the corner of my eyes (I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful wife!), I saw I wasn’t the ONLY one watching her shimmy out of her shorts! Next, came the old, battered tee. Quickly off, I thought I could her a woman say “Oh!” close by, but Nita seemed oblivious.

Now, in full sunlight, I again marveled at the effect – she really DID look virtually nude! And the truly remarkable thing was, that even after you knew she was wearing a bikini, you still couldn’t look away; because your imagination still wanted to believe she was naked. The perfect match between the fabric and her skin had so overwhelmed your senses, that you kept on looking, and wondering, and imagining, and HOPING you were wrong. Or that you could WILL away the bikini; or actually undress her with your eyes. For all intents and purposes, because of the visual mimicry between skin and cloth, she WAS almost truly exposed! The only things you really couldn’t ‘see’ were her nipples, bush, and crack. It was a remarkable illusion. And it got the mind to wandering… and lusting.

Men would look. Then look again. Then actually stare for awhile. Then keep coming back to her. Their wives and girlfriends began to notice. Nita was blissfully unaware of the effect she was having, but the disapproving glares of many a woman were now in direct contrast to the number of appreciative, worshipful looks she was drawing. I saw a patrolling Virginia Beach policeman do a hard double-take – his mind, too, trying to process whether this gorgeous black beauty was naked. Finally satisfied that she was decent (well, maybe inwardly disappointed that she was!), I stifled a laugh as he walked into a volleyball net. Nita didn’t see any of it. Her eyes closed behind a pair of dark Ray-Bans; she was happily soaking up some sun. And the adoring men in all directions were happily soaking their eyes with her!

White men stared at her. Black men. Indian men. Asian men. I thought I was detecting some closet lesbians, too!

We stayed out on the beach for hours – Nita alternately sunning herself, frolicking in the surf, or standing just to wet her feet. She was the top attraction for at least a hundred yards in all directions. I know I saw the same joggers and walkers pass at least five times in some cases! Not much impact, indeed!

Our day was drawing to close – as the sun begins to set behind the tall hotels behind us, we always wrap things up and head back to change for dinner. I convinced Nita that she should take a full dip – get fully immersed in the water before we headed back. Thankfully, she agreed to it. And, just as I’d hoped, the strong, crashing waves proved too much for the strings of her top – which I had, of course, sabotaged – and her delicious upper half WAS exposed as the bikini broke apart, and washed away from her – quickly out of reach. She remained bare for several, long, heavenly seconds before realizing she was topless, and that no less than fifty men were watching her. She frantically covered herself with her crossed arms, and searched in vain for the long-gone top. And I gallantly rescued my lady – once again – from her public nudity, and whisked her away to our room – draped in a concealing beach towel, to make passionate, fiery love to her.

She’ s GOTTA know, by now, that her being naked in front of others drives me WILD! Right?

But, she is a good sport about it, and I told her I didn’t mind her having lost the top of her new bikini that I bought her; and you know what? I really didn’t!