I was kind of the bartender. I had on a cover up over my very small two piece swim suit. To move things along, I removed my cover up. My suit didn't c...ver much. I just couldn't bring myself to go any further. My husband had gotten me the swim suit in Florida; it was white, sheer, unlined, and almost didn't cover anything. It was for my husbands eyes only. When wet, it looked like I had nothing on. I did get in the water to cool off but got back in the boat. How would my husband react if I let. Both men stared at Sara. She was stunning; panties or not; bra or not. Of course, her husband had no idea what was under the dress or bolero. Sara walked hesitatingly over to her husband, searching for assurance that they were still together on this. She had hoped he would have a change of heart; not so."Honey, you look spectacular. I don't see what you were so upset about." Joe looked admiringly at her. She stared back into his eyes, searching. Sara stood there, motionless. Then, Joe. She then proceeded to remove my trousers while still enveloping my mouth with hers. She suddenly broke away from the kiss, straightening up while her legs straddled me. The brunette unclasped her bra allowing her beautiful breasts to fall away from their confining Bastille. Her nipples were a bright pink and clearly erogenous as a result of our heavy petting. I leaned up too take her right nipple into my mouth as I caressed her breasts with my hands. She moaned with pleasure and reached down to. They got there and were surprised that they were the only ones. "I'm glad no one else decided to fish here this weekend" Jim said. "Me too" Teresa agreed "Now I can wear my new bikini." They set up camp, threw a couple of lines in the water, cracked open a few drinks and relaxed. Teresa went into the tent and came out with her bikini on and a pair of cut off denim shorts and set down and sipped her wine cooler. They had a few bites but nothing special so they hopped in their boat and tried.