"Eh, I was kinda in a rut, I suppose," I conceded. "What happened?" she asked. "Well," I said, steeling myself, "I had met this amazing girl. I mean,...she was fantastic, the complete package - smart, funny, beautiful, you know? We went out, had a great time, but somewhere at the end I'm pretty sure I messed up real bad, and I didn't even know how to get back in touch with her." I finally looked back up at her. She sat quietly for a moment, contemplating what to say, her eyes elsewhere. "If. I than made cucky go to the store and buy her flowers with a card that reads "Honey these flowers signify how happy I am to see you owned and satisfied by a man that has no respect for our marriage." After I ate her curry I told her that she was now a slut wife and should be proud of it and embrace it. She asked me if I had a problem with her being fertile and possibly getting pregnant and I said if it happens she would have to abort. She said that she would never abort and needed to find out. I told her to stop it cos some people will not like what you are doing, her reply its my holiday and I am letting my hair down, Ok but calm down a little. I sat down whilst Dawn went to the toilet and as I watched her walking to the toilet I could see some women pointing at her and saying something, when she came back I said let's move on to the next bar, Ok she said. we walked down this street for a while looking for a nice pub but nothing was standing out, as we walked round this corner there. When we left, I noticed that the padding on the bikini I had bought her did not appear to be particularly thick. The cloth had become slightly see-through when wet, and the outline of her areolas, and the nipple itself, was now easily discernible. In the bottom, the cloth also adhered to her protuberant inner labia and slightly outlined them. She seemed oblivious to the fact and I elected not to make her aware. We laid on the towels and soaked up sun.The beach was remote and with no facilities,.