I whistled and said, “SEXY! When was that taken?”Pam replied, “It was taken by Jack at Ocean City, MD last summer.” (Jack was her lover and do... for the three years just before we met in 1989.)I said, “I would like to take some photos of you in that bikini.”She said, “I don’t have it anymore!”“What happened to it?”“When I was at Club Med with Beth last October, I traded it for that Club Med t-shirt you liked so much at Sanibel. There was a game night where guests and staff members performed. In fact it isn’t until she hears a cruel feminine laugh that, almost in a panic, she pops up and looks around.There, just inside the room, stands her husband. Frank. Frank and ... Frank and Becky!Becky was her oldest female ... acquaintance? Certainly not friend. At best they were rivals.Becky was always just a little bit better than Donna at everything. And she never failed to remind her, or even rub her face in the fact.Even now Becky was her supervisor at work.Now here she was in her own. Now, checking first that they're the right way around, I hold the panties out in front of me and insert first one stockinged, frilly-socked foot and then the other into the leg holes. I draw them upward pausing and stretching my toes when my feet emerge, admiring the lacy frills of my white ankle socks contrasting with and complimenting the crinkly plastic garment. As the panties reach mid-calf level, the sheer black nylon of my stockings is revealed above the little socks. There is simply no. Chris squeezed her hand and calmly replied, “Relax baby and enjoy your nakedness, he is the first of hopefully many guys that are going to see your beautiful naked body today.” He put down the picnic hamper and started taking pictures of her as she posed as a glamour model. She told me that her nerves were getting more out of control as the man got closer and closer, and then suddenly he was only about twenty feet away. Chris stopped snapping with his camera as the man got to within five feet.