The morning sun streamed through the curtains as Caroline hummed softly, laying out swimsuits on the bed while Tim hovered nervously in the doorway. Her excitement was palpable—she and Sasha had spent weeks planning this trip to the beach, gathering a group of their most lively and attractive friends for what promised to be a memorable getaway.
Caroline picked up a tiny neon green bikini and held it up to her body. The triangle cups barely covered her breasts, and the thong bottom left almost nothing to the imagination. She turned to Tim with a sly smile. “What do you think?”
Tim’s throat tightened, his cheeks flushing as his eyes darted away. “It’s… uh… revealing.”
“That’s the point,” Caroline said, laughing. She began to undress, slipping the bikini on while Tim stood rooted to the spot, flustered and trying not to stare. When she adjusted the top, her breasts spilled out of the barely-there fabric.
“Caroline,” Tim said nervously, his voice tinged with frustration, “don’t you think it’s a bit much? Everyone’s going to be staring at you.”
“Good,” she replied with a wink. “Isn’t that the idea of a beach trip? To look good and have fun?”
“It’s just… you’ve never worn anything like that for me,” Tim said, his voice quiet.
Caroline rolled her eyes as she adjusted the strings of her bikini. “Don’t be jealous, Tim. It’s just a swimsuit. Don’t be so controlling.”
Tim’s mouth opened to argue, but before he could respond, Sasha walked into the room, her presence commanding as always.
Her bikini was even more daring than Caroline’s. The black thong hugged her thick hips and showcased her ample, round butt, while the barely-there top struggled to contain her large breasts. She struck a pose in the doorway, her full lips curling into a mischievous smile. “What do you think?”
Tim couldn’t help but stare, his eyes trailing over her figure. His heart raced, and his palms grew clammy. It had been so long since he’d seen Caroline—or any woman—in something so revealing. The sight of Sasha, with her confident stance and voluptuous body, left him flustered and painfully aware of his own arousal.
“Too much?” Sasha asked, tilting her head as she caught Tim’s gaze lingering on her.
“It’s… definitely a lot,” Tim stammered, his face reddening.
“Perfect,” Sasha said, laughing as she turned to Caroline. “We’re going to have all eyes on us today.”
Tim frowned, his discomfort evident. “I just think—”
“Relax, Timmy,” Sasha said, cutting him off with a patronizing pat on the shoulder. “Don’t be so uptight. We’re here to have fun.”
Caroline chimed in, grabbing her beach bag. “Exactly. Now stop sulking and let’s go.”
The beach was a stretch of golden sand and sparkling blue water, alive with the sound of waves and the chatter of sunbathers. Caroline and Sasha quickly claimed a spot near the water, spreading out towels and umbrellas as their friends arrived.
Every woman in the group was stunning—toned bodies, sun-kissed skin, and playful smiles that drew attention from all directions. But none drew more attention than Sasha and Caroline. Their revealing bikinis made heads turn, and they reveled in the attention.
Tim sat awkwardly in a beach chair, his eyes darting around as he tried to focus on anything but the parade of beautiful women. But his gaze kept drifting back to Sasha. She was lying on her stomach, her thick hips and large butt perfectly framed by her thong. Her skin glistened in the sunlight, and every movement seemed designed to draw his eyes.
Sasha noticed.
She glanced back over her shoulder, catching Tim staring. A knowing smile spread across her lips as she adjusted her bikini bottom, making a show of it as she settled back onto her towel.
“Enjoying the view, Timmy?” she teased, her voice low enough that only he could hear.
Tim’s face burned, and he quickly looked away, mumbling something incoherent.
Caroline, meanwhile, was chatting with two of the men in the group, laughing and tossing her hair as they flirted shamelessly. Tim clenched his fists, trying to focus on the waves, but the sight of his wife’s carefree interactions and Sasha’s teasing smirk left him feeling more out of place than ever.
Tim waded into the cool ocean water, hoping it would calm his nerves and distract him from the uncomfortable dynamic on the beach. The water was colder than he expected, sending a chill through his body that made him gasp. As he adjusted to the temperature, his thoughts turned to Sasha and her ever-present teasing, the way she seemed to delight in making him squirm.
He stayed in the water longer than necessary, not ready to return to the group and face her knowing smirk or the sight of Caroline laughing with their friends. Finally, he braced himself and walked back to the shore, his soaked swim trunks clinging to his body. He couldn’t help but feel self-conscious, painfully aware of how the cold water shrunk his already small penis.
Back on the beach, Tim decided to push through his discomfort and join the conversation. Caroline was sitting with Sasha and two other women, all laughing and relaxed, their bodies glistening under the sun. Tim forced a smile as he approached, determined to be friendly.
“Having fun?” he asked, his voice steady despite the lingering awkwardness.
“Finally decided to join us, huh?” Caroline said, grinning as she scooted over to make room for him.
Tim decided to stay standing, he tried to ease into the conversation. For a few minutes, things felt almost normal. He laughed at a joke one of the women made and even found himself smiling as Caroline recounted a funny story. He was beginning to feel at ease—until he felt something behind him.
Before he could react, two thumbs hooked into the waistband of his swim trunks, and with one swift motion, they were yanked down to his ankles.
Time seemed to freeze.
Tim spun around, his hands scrambling to cover himself as Sasha stood there, holding his shorts in her hands, laughing hysterically.
“Oh my God, Sasha!” Caroline shouted, her laughter ringing out as she covered her mouth in mock shock. “You’re so bad!” Caroline shouted amid her laughter
Tim dropped to his knees, frantically trying to pull his shorts up, but Sasha wasn’t letting go. She tugged at them playfully, her strength surprising as she kept him off balance.
“Relax, Timmy,” she teased, her voice loud enough for the entire group to hear. “We’re all friends here!”
The cold water had done its worst, and Tim’s already small penis looked almost nonexistent—like an acorn nestled between his legs. The women erupted in laughter, the sound cutting through him like a knife.
“Oh my god! It’s soo cute!?” one of the women said, giggling uncontrollably.
Caroline was doubled over, tears streaming down her face as she tried to catch her breath. “Sasha, you’re terrible!” she managed between fits of laughter.
Tim’s face burned bright red as he finally yanked his shorts back up, his hands trembling with humiliation. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped at Sasha, his voice shaking.
“It was just a joke!” Sasha said, grinning as she shrugged.
Caroline waved a dismissive hand, still laughing. “Relax, Tim. It’s all in fun. You need to loosen up.”
Tim’s fists clenched at his sides, his chest heaving as he fought to keep his composure. He wanted to scream, to storm off, to drag Caroline away from this nightmare of a trip—but he couldn’t move. His anger was tangled with something else, something he hated to admit.
Sasha’s confidence, her boldness, the way she effortlessly humiliated him—it infuriated him. But it also captivated him. Despite everything, he found himself drawn to her, aroused by her teasing and the way she commanded attention.
“I think you broke him,” Sasha said, nudging Caroline with a laugh.
“Tim,” Caroline said, finally catching her breath. “Come on, don’t be such a baby. Sit down. We’re having fun.”
Tim glared at her, his face still flushed. “I want to leave,” he said firmly.
Caroline rolled her eyes. “You’re being ridiculous. Just sit down and relax.”
Sasha leaned closer, her voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “Sit down… learn to take a joke.” She winked, her smile infuriatingly smug.
Tim turned away, his emotions a whirlwind of anger, shame, and unwelcome desire. He hated how much he despised Sasha—and how much he wanted her.
Back at home, the tension between Tim and Caroline was thick in the air. Caroline was in their bedroom, casually applying makeup in front of the vanity. Caroline, in a matching red thong and bra, her excitement bubbling as she imagined the night ahead.
Tim leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed and his face set in a mixture of frustration and disbelief. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Caroline,” he started, his voice trembling slightly, “we need to talk about what happened at the beach.”
Caroline paused, glancing at him in the mirror. “What about it?” she asked, her tone light and uninterested.
“What about it?” Tim repeated, his voice rising. “Sasha pantsed me in front of everyone! She humiliated me! And you… you just laughed!”
Caroline sighed, turning in her chair to face him. “Relax, Tim. It was just a joke and it was funny. You’re taking this way too seriously.”
Tim’s face reddened as he stepped closer. “It wasn’t funny, Caroline. It was humiliating. How could you let her do that to me?”
Caroline rolled her eyes, turning back to the mirror to apply her lipstick. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so dramatic. Besides,” she added with a smirk, “all those girls already knew you were small.”
Her words hit Tim like a slap. His chest tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. “What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Caroline shrugged, smoothing her dress as she stood. “It’s not like it’s a secret, Tim. Sasha knows. The girls from work know. Honestly, they probably forgot about it the moment it happened. You’re the only one still hung up on it.”
Tim’s mouth opened and closed, his anger and embarrassment making it impossible to respond. Caroline brushed past him, her mind already elsewhere as she moved to the closet to pick out her dress.
“Which one, red or black?” Caroline asked, holding up two very revealing dresses, as if only to tease Tim.
As she strapped on her heels, Caroline’s thoughts began to drift. She was addicted to this feeling—the thrill of slipping out into the night, dressed to kill, knowing that her husband was stuck at home. The idea of denying Tim’s tiny penis, leaving him frustrated and alone, while she got exactly what she needed was intoxicating.
She thought back to the nights before, the way her body responded to the attention of other men, their hands on her, their bodies taking her in ways Tim never could. It made her stomach flutter with excitement.
Who will it be tonight? she wondered, a sly smile curling her lips. The anticipation of meeting someone new, of feeling their touch, was exhilarating. She imagined Tim sitting at home, scrolling through his phone, hoping she might send him a text or tell him goodnight. The thought made her laugh softly to herself.
“You’re really going out again?” Tim asked from the doorway, his voice a mix of anger and desperation.
Caroline turned, giving him a once-over. He looked so small standing there, his nervous energy palpable. “Yes, I am,” she said, her tone firm. “And I expect you to behave yourself while I’m gone.”
Tim’s fists tightened. “You’re leaving me here again, just like that?”
“Yes,” she replied simply, grabbing her purse. “Sasha’s waiting.” She glanced at him one last time, her lips curving into a smirk. “Try not to stay up too late, Timmy.”
With that, she strode out the door, her heels clicking against the floor. As she joined Sasha outside, her excitement grew. Tonight was going to be another adventure, another escape from the mundane confines of her marriage. And she couldn’t wait.
Tim sat alone on the couch, the only sound in the house the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional tap of his finger on his phone screen. Sasha’s Instagram story was alive with snapshots of the night—a whirlwind of tight dresses, bold smiles, and sultry poses.
One story in particular made his breath hitch. It was a mirror selfie of Sasha and Caroline, their arms around each other, their dresses hugging every curve. Sasha’s low neckline barely covered her breasts, which seemed ready to spill out with every movement. Caroline leaned into her, her own dress riding high on her thighs, her expression playful and confident.
Tim’s stomach twisted in a painful mix of jealousy and arousal. That’s my wife, he thought, though the words felt hollow. The thought of other men seeing her, imagining what might come next, made his skin crawl—and yet, it also stirred something deeper, something he hated to acknowledge.
Meanwhile, at the bar, Caroline was in her element. She was perched on a stool next to her latest encounter—a tall, rugged man with piercing eyes and an easy charm that drew her in. They had been flirting for hours, their touches growing bolder with each drink. His hand brushed her knee, then lingered on her thigh, and she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered something that made him smile.
Her heart raced as she placed a hand on his chest, her fingers curling around his shirt. “Let’s go somewhere,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
The man didn’t hesitate. He took her hand and led her through the dimly lit bar to a side room, away from the noise and the prying eyes of their friends. As soon as the door closed, Caroline took control.
She dropped to her knees, her hands already working to undo his belt. Her fingers trembled slightly—not with hesitation, but with excitement. The thought of being with another man, of giving herself to someone who wasn’t Tim, was intoxicating.
When she pulled down his jeans and boxers, her breath caught. He was massive, his length and girth making her stomach flutter with anticipation. She wrapped her hand around him, marveling at how he dwarfed Tim in every way.
Without a second thought, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. The sensation was electric, her tongue swirling around him as she moved slowly, savoring every moment. The contrast was thrilling—this was something she had never given to Tim, something she had always refused in their years together.
He doesn’t deserve this, she thought, a wicked smile curling her lips as she looked up at the man. But this… this feels right.
The man groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as she worked him deeper, her movements confident and eager. She could feel his pleasure building, his breathing growing ragged as he thrust gently into her mouth. When he finally finished, his release was warm and sudden, and Caroline swallowed without hesitation, the act sending a shiver of satisfaction through her.
She stood, wiping her lips with a sly grin. “You’re incredible,” the man murmured, his voice heavy with gratitude.
“So are you,” she replied, adjusting her dress. “But I need to get back to my husband.”
The door to their home clicked shut as Caroline entered, her body still humming from the night’s encounter. Her lips were swollen, her jaw slightly sore, and every nerve in her body was alight with a heady mix of exhilaration and arousal. She saw Tim sitting on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, his head snapping up as she walked in. Without a word, she crossed the room, straddling his lap and kissing him deeply.
Tim’s surprise melted into compliance as her tongue parted his lips, the taste of her still faintly laced with the man from earlier. She kissed him hungrily, her hands tangling in his hair, and he kissed her back, clueless and eager.
She broke the kiss, her breathing ragged, and pushed him back onto the couch. Tim stared up at her, wide-eyed, as she hiked her dress up around her hips and straddled his face without hesitation. “Lick me,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding.
Tim obeyed immediately, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Caroline groaned softly, grinding against his mouth, taking what she wanted. The thrill of power surged through her as she looked down at him, his face buried between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips desperately.
“Good boy,” she murmured, reaching back to tug at the waistband of his pants. She exposed his small, rock-hard erection, her fingers gently stroking it as she continued to ride his face. Tim let out a muffled groan against her, his hips thrusting involuntarily into her hand.
“I’m sorry about what happened today,” Caroline said teasingly, her tone light but mocking as she stroked him lazily. “All those girls in their tiny bikinis, laughing at your little penis… that must have been so humiliating”
Tim whimpered, his body squirming beneath her as her words hit him. His hips bucked into her hand, his thrusts growing more desperate.
“Did you see how sexy Sasha’s fat ass looked in her little thong?” Caroline continued, her voice dripping with amusement. “And to have HER expose you like that, in front of everyone… God, that would be so embarrassing.”
Tim’s pace quickened, his tongue working faster as he tried to drown out her words with his efforts. Caroline moaned loudly, her hand still stroking him, her touch teasing and deliberate.
“It’s okay, baby,” she cooed, her voice softening but retaining its edge. “It’s not your fault that you’re small.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of humiliation through Tim, but he couldn’t stop himself. He thrust harder into her hand, his movements frantic as he licked her with everything he had.
Caroline’s body tensed as she neared her climax, the control she held over him pushing her over the edge. She let out a loud, guttural moan, her thighs clenching tightly around his head as she came.
As she rode out her orgasm, her hand quickened its strokes, and Tim’s body stiffened beneath her. With a muffled cry, he released, his small erection twitching in her hand as his hips bucked uncontrollably.
Caroline dismounted him slowly, standing and adjusting her dress as Tim lay there, panting and spent. She looked down at him with a smirk, her satisfaction evident.
“Goodnight, Timmy,” she said casually, turning and walking to the bedroom, leaving him on the couch to process the mix of shame and exhilaration he felt.
