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When my wife returned from shopping yesterday, she told me: "Hold out your hands and close your eyes, then I'll give you a sweet surprise". When I opened my eyes, I could scarcely believe what she gave me. She had gone to an "adult" gift store and bought matching gold lame' bikinis for both of us. In case you're wondering what lame' is, it is a shiny metallic looking gold fabric. Both swimsuits are string bikini style. Although definitely not thongs, both have what I would call "abbreviated coverage" on the back side.

I asked her what the (gift giving) occasion was. She said that she thought the swimsuit would look good on me with my very dark tan. We then both tried on our new bikinis and modeled them for each other. She looked very sexy in hers. I'm going to have to definitely keep an eye on her. That shouldn't be a problem for me. I told her that I thought I could wear it on the privacy of our back deck and pool, but thought it might be a bit skimpy for a public beach. She snapped back: "Truth be told, you simply can't wait to wear it to the beach!" I guess she's got my number. She said further: "Mister, we're both going to the beach tomorrow and we're both going to wear our new bikinis. End of discussion".

I've learned over the years that when she addresses me as "mister", I'd better do as I'm told, otherwise there will be consequences. So I guess we'll be going to the beach tomorrow. I'll keep you posted. Since there is a 6-hour time limit on editing posts, I'll just have to continue as a "reply" to this post.

Thanks for reading, and we'll talk later.

Hugs,
Deb

Have fun at the beach.

Well, we went to the beach on Sunday like I said we would, but the beach was closed.

We went back yesterday and the beach was open. It turned out that the beach was closed Sunday because authorities were searching the area for a reported drowning victim. Nobody drowned, the whole "drowning" was staged by some trouble makers at the beach as a way to humiliate one of the lifeguards that the trouble makers had a running feud with. So the whole thing was a hoax. So the trouble makers weren't there yesterday, they were probably in jail! The reason I found all this out is because I'm a "regular" at that beach and know all the life guards as well as most of the cops that come there, all on a first name basis.

Our stay at the beach Monday was simply the greatest. We both got a lot of compliments on our "attire". A lot of guys told me that I had good taste in women and my wife got a lot of positive feed back on her "choice" from other women also. All the comments were positive, nothing vulgar or demeaning or in any way negative. Nobody was "hitting" on anybody, just all the wonderful friendly people simply having a good time. All in all it was a great experience, a happy time.

On the way home I told her that I was afraid I was going to feel self-conscious about wearing that skimpy little gold bikini. However I said that once we got there I felt very relaxed about the whole thing. She said: "Oh you just love to be the center of attention, and you know it!" Yeah, I'll have to admit she is right. However, I don't think my CDing has anything to do with that because I often dress "en femme" at home when I'm all alone. Also I crave attention when dressed "in drab" too. So I think it's something that has carried over from my childhood. You see, I am the middle of three siblings. My older brother always got all the "good stuff" while I mostly got his hand-me-downs. My younger sister, being the "baby of the family" got most of the attention. I was--as you might say-- "odd man out". I have no resentment against either of them however because I'm a very happy and mostly well adjusted person (except for that very minor character defect).

Thanks for reading, and have a super day.

hugs,
Deb

That sounds simply amazing...and certainly fun why your slightly scandalous wardrobe choice gets to be in used in public

Well, I went back to that same beach last weekend, again wearing the gold bikini. That time I went alone. While I was laying on my stomach on the beach blanket reading a paperback, I got "baptized".

One of the "regulars" at the beach snuck up from behind and dumped a bucket of cold water on me. That is the usual method of initiation or hazing that happens when one hangs out there long enough to be considered a "regular".

Once a person becomes a regular, the other regulars call them by their "new name", and they in turn are entitled to call other regulars by their new names also. Its kind of a sacred honor or ritual thing. Of course you don't get to choose your new name, the group chooses it for you. Additionally, there's no sex or racial or any other kind of discrimination here either.

My new name is Bikini Boy (only at that beach of course). The longer this summer drags on, the more I'm lovin' it. Fun, fun, fun!!

XOXO,
Deb

Lucky girl My wife gave me a bright yellow bikini last year but no beach for me
Angie