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The foundation of any good wife story is the wife. My wife, Madison, is absolutely amazing. She is that rare sort that toes the line between hot and cute. The hotness is the motivating factor in many of the stories I will write, her good looks attract much attention wherever we go, but the good looks wouldn’t be anything without her adorable personality. Madison is small, standing 5’1 with the coveted yoga-toned physique, a great perky chest that is magically too big for B cups and not quite ready for a C, and an ass that has kept me returning for more while the seven-year itch systematically crumbles love lives all around us.She has shoulder-length medium blonde hair that is almost always in a messy bun, gorgeous hazel eyes, a lightly freckled face, and a nearly permanent smile that can pull you in and melt your heart. Madison developed a love of fitness and flexibility at the onset of the 2020 pandemic, and she has really come a long way in a short time. Where she used to be small and trim; now she is small and fit. I promise the difference shows up in the Instagram likes, so it’s not just in my head.All of that is great, but it is eclipsed by Madison’s fun-loving, mischievous, kind-hearted nature. She’s the sort of person who takes the arm of whomever she is walking with, kisses her friends on the cheek for every selfie, and nearly needs to be chased off with a stick if you don’t want her to hug you. She’s bright, feisty, sexy, and perfectly lovable. There’s more to say, but I’m sure this nausea-inducing paragraph will suffice for now.I am not as aggressively affectionate as my wife, but I am also a fun-loving, young-at-heart guy with a competitive nature and a love for adventure wherever I can find it. I am tall, 6’3″ when I lie up a few inches, reasonably attractive, and as built as you can be without having the motivation to actually work out consistently. In college, they called me “Huge Hugh,” mainly in reference to my quads from years of mountain biking.These days, I’m just Hugh, the easygoing husband of the much more entertaining Madison. Our personalities sometimes get us in trouble, as we wind up competing with each other. I think that this story will serve as an excellent foundation to illustrate the push-pull in our relationship that gets us into precarious situations.Madison and I were invited to a party at one of her coworkers’ homes to celebrate the unveiling of a brand new hot tub, part of a massive deck and swimming pool project that he had been working on all spring. He had been talking about it nonstop and made everyone in their work friend group promise to come out for a Saturday evening party once it was installed. I had not spent much time with Madison’s coworkers before this other than a few game nights and cookouts, but she had grown much closer to them since their company resumed in-office work during a coronavirus lull.I am self-employed, so I wasn’t affected by the pandemic very much, but many of Madison’s friends had taken other jobs or moved away during the past year. Given her fun-loving and clingy personality, she naturally began spending more time with her work friends. They were an okay bunch, we got along well, and I was happy for Şerifali Escort a chance to check out the pool since I was thinking about taking on a similar yard renovation next summer.We were getting ready to head out to the party. I had just thrown on some board shorts and a T-shirt, and Madison was in the bathroom doing her makeup and getting dressed. I heard her laughing from where I was hanging out in the bedroom. “What’s so funny in there?” I shouted casually.”Come and see for yourself!” Madison called from the bathroom. I walked to the ensuite bathroom and saw what she was laughing about.A couple of years ago, Madison had invested in what she called her “drop jaw moment” bikini. A classic white string bikini that had undoubtedly been a bold move at the time, but now the effect was double. The top still fit perfectly, the seductively curved triangles of fabric cupping her breasts perfectly, leaving enough of her chest exposed to make holding eye contact difficult, even for her husband of seven years, but not so skimpy as to be worried about wardrobe malfunctions all night.The change was with the bikini bottoms. I guessed that shrinkage from the dryer combined with two years of dedicated gym work had teamed up to make them the wrong size altogether. She gave me a couple of spins to check out the ensemble.”What do you think? My butt has gotten a bit bigger, so I have to position the suit more towards the back, and even when I do that, it’s basically a thong now, and it barely leaves anything up front!”She was right. Practically her whole ass was on display with just a tiny triangle of white fabric at the top. The strings hung seductively over her hips and joined together in the front with another triangle of white fabric that was enough to cover the important bits but not quite enough for casual poolside socializing. It was almost like something they would wear in Playboy, not something you would typically wear around coworkers.”Wear it! I think you’ll be very popular,” I said with a wry grin.Madison laughed again and pulled at the strings of the bikini bottom.”Okay, challenge accepted,” she said, returning my smirk as she walked out of the bathroom and over to her dresser. She took out a pair of loose linen shorts and pulled them up over her swimsuit bottoms, then added a tank top to complete the outfit. I wondered if she would actually take those shorts off to swim or if she was just messing with me.I was slightly surprised by the whole situation, but this was just the kind of thing that happened. One of us would make a joke, and the other would keep pushing the bit until one of us caved. It was our brand of fun, and this was just a new way to play. We gathered the rest of our stuff, drove to a convenience store to grab some drinks for the party, and then set off for her coworker’s place.Her coworker, Phil, lived around twenty minutes away in a reasonably nice neighborhood. I liked Phil well enough. He was around my age, single, with no kids, and shared Madison’s fun-loving disposition. I knew from work stories that he was often a bit flirtatious, but that isn’t uncommon for single folks our age. Most of the people in her work friends’ Şerifali Escort Bayan group chat shared racy memes, spoke primarily in innuendo, etc. I never thought much of it, and I wasn’t above a little bit of fun as long as everyone was respectful of each other’s boundaries.Pulling up to Phil’s house, there were already a few cars in the driveway and parked on the street. We were right on time, so we headed up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Phil answered the door with a beer in his hand and greeted us enthusiastically.”Madison! Hugh! Glad you could make it, come on in!”Madison stepped in first, returning his enthusiasm by charging right in for a hug.”Phil! Your house is so nice, why didn’t you invite us over sooner?” she chirped up at him.Phil wrapped one arm around her, returning the hug while stumbling back and holding the beer away to avoid spilling it.”Jeez, don’t break my ribs,” Phil chuckled. “I wanted to wait until the place was done before I had guests over. You’re the last ones to arrive, let me show you around, and then we will get some food going!”Madison peeled herself off Phil and took a few steps into the foyer. Phil shook my hand, and we set off to see the place.His house was very nice. It wasn’t huge, maybe two or three bedrooms, but it had been renovated very tastefully. Phil was a handy guy and probably did most of the work himself. While the inside was nice, the yard was absolutely wild. Phil had about a quarter acre of land, and most of that was taken up by a massive deck that stepped down to a stone patio with an in-ground swimming pool. A neat standalone shack housed a large hot tub, as promised. It was the kind of mismanaged extravagance that appealed to all bachelors his age.Most of Madison’s team was hanging out on the deck, and they greeted us warmly. Madison set off to do her round of hugs and hellos while Phil showed me around the yard. Taking an inventory of everyone there, I saw Phil, Tom, Peter, Lena, Cal, Mark, and a few other coworkers whom I hadn’t met but maybe once or twice in passing. Larry, their supervisor and beloved father figure in their posse, couldn’t make it today but asked them to send photos from the party since the whole team was together.Tom started grilling some burgers and brats as Phil bombarded me with pool, patio, and hot tub specs that meant almost nothing to me, but he was excited, so I mirrored his enthusiasm. Pretty soon, we were all hanging out together on the deck, enjoying food and knocking back a few beers. It was a great hangout spot; we all agreed it would be the summer base of operations.With everyone fed and with absolutely no respect for the one-hour-before-swimming rule, we all decided to hit the pool. Most everyone was in their suits already, minus Madison. Most of the guys and I went ahead and jumped in, Lena, one of Madison’s closest friends from work, had brought her camera to take a few photos, so she just put her feet in the water. She had a photography side business and was actually pretty good.Madison stood by the pool’s edge and slowly stripped off her tank, revealing her white string bikini top. It was doing a great job showing off her fantastic Escort Şerifali body, even with the shorts still on. She was met with a few cheers from the guys in the pool, which she graciously accepted with a smile and a twirl. Once the first set of hollers calmed down, she shot me a playful grin, dipping her thumbs into her waistband. A jolt of excitement and hesitation went through me, as I didn’t know if she was really planning on showcasing the daring bottoms around the people she saw at work every day.”Oooh, hold on, babe,” Lena shouted from her seat at the opposite edge of the pool. She drew her camera up to take a photo. Madison struck a dramatic pose, thrusting her chest out and using her thumbs to pull down the front of her shorts seductively. Everyone cheered and laughed while Lena snapped a few photos. Maddie did look quite striking in the evening sunlight, the golden hour beams making her look much more tan than usual and accentuating her toned stomach and perfect B-cup tits.Now done with the runway, she met my eyes again, slowly lowering her shorts. Just as her bikini bottoms were coming into view, she changed her pace, squatting down and quickly stepping out of them and diving straight into the pool. I heard a few groans from the guys who were expecting the poolside striptease to continue, but everyone got back into the spirit of things and started swimming or wading around while making light conversation. Madison swam and splashed around in the water between conversations with her coworkers.I noticed a few of her coworkers struggling to keep their eyes off her tits while they conversed, but she mostly kept her bottom half underwater, so the tiny bottoms weren’t the major distraction they otherwise would be.The sun was setting quickly, and a few people decided to head home. Madison and Lena were the only girls left, and I knew most of the guys that stayed. There were maybe ten people left, all part of her tight-knit friend group at work, so I imagined we would all hang out reasonably late into the night. Phil decided it was time to move to the hot tub, so he climbed out of the pool and went to get it ready.Madison made her way to get out of the pool, and Lena called for her to strike another pose while she came up the ladder. Madison obliged, dramatically hoisting herself up the final step out of the water, thrusting her chest forward, throwing her hair back, and striking a surprisingly sultry facial expression. Lena had flipped the camera flash on and snapped the pic. As she pulled herself out of the water, the guys were treated with an insanely good view of her ass. Her white bikini bottoms were barely more than a thong, and whistles and cries of oh-my-god rang out. Madison laughed and quickly scampered over to grab a towel, and I don’t think an eye left her the whole short trot.All in all, it wasn’t as big a tease as I was expecting. Her coworkers in the pool got an eyeful but only for a few seconds. We all followed Phil and Madison’s lead and got out of the pool to dry off and grab some more drinks while Phil prepped the hot tub. Madison and I sat together on a lounger for a bit, relaxing in the evening heat and enjoying some cheap beers. It was almost dark then, and some automatic exterior lights flicked on to bathe the deck, patio, and hot tub shack in a comfortable glow. Right on cue with the lighting, Phil announced that the hot tub was ready to rock. Everyone excitedly made their way towards the sound of whirring jets and bubbles.
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