What A Small Bikini

Fbailey story number 663


What A Small Bikini


For our twentieth wedding anniversary I decided to take the whole family on a Caribbean Cruse. That included my beautiful wife and myself, my mother and my mother-in-law, and our two daughters.

Both of our fathers had passed away leaving our mothers alone. They take such good care of our daughters that I felt they deserved a reward too.

Our daughters are Hannah aged sixteen and Beatrice aged fourteen. Both girls are quite well developed. They take after their mother and grandmother in the big breast department. On the other hand they both take after my mother in the athletic body department.

I booked three rooms planning on each girl bunking in with one of their grandmothers, leaving my wife and myself alone.

Somewhere along the line the two grandmothers wanted to bunk together. They were concerned about getting lucky and they didn’t want to corrupt the girls. The girls on the other hand were thinking the very same thing. I guess we all had sex on our minds in one way or another.

After passing the outer limit, Hannah could drink legally. That meant that she could get booze for her sister too. I allowed them each a glass of wine.

We all put on our swimsuits and headed out to the pool area. That was a big mistake. My five women were not at all impressed with their own suits after seeing what the competition was wearing.

So we headed straight to the bikini shop. Now I was comfortable in my swim trunks but my wife tried very hard to get me into a tight pair of Speedos. After some very explicit sexual promises I gave in.

I watched them go from rack to rack in five different directions. I watched them hold some up, shake their heads, and then put them back. Somehow they all made their way to the far corner where the hangers were bigger than the bikinis that were displayed on them. Basically they were two Band-Aids and a pair of shoelaces. The price tag was outrageous for what you were getting. As I looked around I figured out that the less material it was made out of the more expensive the bikini was.

They each picked out three bikinis to try on. They packed themselves into one big changing room and then they didn’t come out. Finally my wife opened the door and invited me in. It seems that they were not quite ready to put that much skin on display. So as a last resort and the one paying for them, I got invited in.

I looked at my almost naked wife and said, “What a small bikini.”

She actually blushed.

It was Hannah my oldest daughter that said, “How do I look Daddy? I really like this one but I feel so naked in it. Can I get it? Please.”

All I asked was, “Will you really wear it?”

Hannah took in a deep breath and said, “Yes, but you haven’t seen it all yet.”

Then Hannah turned around to show me the back view.