I was not sure exactly when the transformation had occurred. I could only see that my wife was different. As I looked at her now, I was as turned on by her more than I had ever been. My wife's physique had reverted to when we had dated, but it now was more muscular. Hayley had shed some pounds, yes, but she had shed even more inhibitions. As she turned for me, modeling her outfit, I marveled at Hayley's body and her style of dress.
Her feet were in heeled shoes, not high heeled shoes, but anything with heels was cause for notice. The discomfort of wearing heels must obviously be worth the result she (we?) expected. She wore black leather shoes, consisting of a few strings leaving her feet mostly exposed. Her legs were tan. Really tan. Up until the last several months, the only good tan I could recall was back when we were dating, over 14 years ago. Her legs weren't skinny, but not fat either. They had muscle definition that spoke of strength underneath. With the heels on, her calves begged for attention from the first casual glance.
Her thighs held the same tan, until finally, just below her crotch, a tight, black stretch miniskirt encased her hips. It was like the miniskirt was painted on her buns and the sides of her hips, but the taught cavity across the front of her legs left no doubt that this was a skirt.
Hayley's waist, well, she had never really had an hourglass figure. She did now. She wore a black bustier, with see through mesh from her skirt up to the black satin that covered her breasts. Well, sort of covered her breasts. The satin went just above her aureole, where it ran straight across her chest. She had invested in the bustier, hiring a seamstress who specialized in costumes for strippers. The garment tailored for her breasts, lifting them slightly to form the classic profile of perfect breasts. More importantly, it was comfortable, which meant that it would not remain in the novelty drawer... It only slightly accentuated her cleavage. Looking up the line of her profile up past her flat stomach, my wife's breasts seemed to spring from her chest, saying "Here we are!" My cock sprang to answer, "I know!"
The same seamstress had tailored an ocean blue jacket to also accentuate her waistline, and since it was going to be a cool night, it would provide good cover. Hayley had lightened her hair, and it was pulled back behind her ears before falling to below her shoulders. She had spent a small fortune in Buckhead getting her hair styled by someone highly recommended. We were both very pleased with it.
My wife lifted the jacket off the chair, walked to the door, and said, "See you there" and stepped out into the night.
This evening was a major turn in our lives. Hayley had showed not just courage, but no fear as she had left the house. From a long history of low self-esteem and lack of confidence about her looks, she was now on the opposite extreme, confident of herself, her body, and its attractive pull on men.
As I thought back on it, I realized that this change had started over a year and half ago. Years of promising to diet had always yielded to appetizing food. One day, Hayley had surprised me, and said, "You know, if you take me on another cruise to the Caribbean, I'll go topless on one of those French beaches." One of my biggest fantasies was to imagine myself lying in a lounge chair or a beach towel, perhaps 40 yards from the beach, and to watch my wife rise, topless and wearing a g-string bikini, and walk into the water to cool herself off. From the back, she would look practically naked. The beach, of course, would be inhabited, and this would be in plain view of everyone. It didn't matter that they might be from a different culture and similarly undressed. Her return trip from the water, wet, with hardened nipples, head held high, was what really made my cock hard.
It was approximately 7 months later that I had received a large bonus from work. It was enough to pay off some debt and still afford a cruise. I brought home several brochures from cruise companies, but we already had in mind the cruise line we liked. It had been a matter of finding the right stops, and particularly for me, the right beach. With a little additional research on the Internet, I had found several islands that had topless beaches. We weren't really interested in the nude beaches.
My wife's promise had been that she would be in shape for this cruise, so we had picked a cruise approximately eight months later. I had also received a raise, so it was within our budget that we could again afford membership in a fitness club. A club had recently opened near our home, and we both realized that if it wasn't convenient, we wouldn't use it. This club had all the major equipment plus an aerobics program. Further, the club provided a personal trainer to at least develop a personal training schedule based on the desired outcome.
Hayley had explained to the female instructor that we were going on a cruise. She not only wanted to lose weight, she wanted to look absolutely in shape and sexy. The lady had inspired confidence, as her own figure was excellent. The lady told her that gains could be made in eight months, but if she really wanted to look different, it would be a daily commitment of proper dieting and a mixed schedule of rigorous aerobic exercise and weight training. For an additional fee, we had hired the lady to personally supervise my wife's exercise and to hold her accountable to the program.
I went the lighter route, but had managed to trim off the pudge in my stomach and add more definition to my arms, legs, and stomach. Not bad considering my work schedule that required out of town travel.
My wife, on the other hand, had gone full speed ahead into the program, figuring this was her best and possibly last chance to look great before age made it too difficult. So she had dedicated herself to it, and the program worked. Our sex life began to sizzle as we both got in shape. A couple weeks before the cruise, Hayley was able to buy dresses two sizes smaller than when she began as well as new bathing suits. I usually liked to watch her try on these types of things, but she insisted that that her new clothes be a surprise for the cruise.
The cruise was fantastic. I was utterly amazed at how Hayley had dressed, changing from the shorts and T-shirt routine at home to a classy, sexy lady on board during the evening and a teasing, skimpily clad woman during the excursions. This wonderful vision was possible because Hayley had changed other parts of her life. Rather than shopping by store names, she had looked for salespeople who looked really good in what they wore. If they had time to help her, then she would stay in the store and explore dress possibilities that previously, well, she probably would have ignored or assumed would not work for her. As a result, she tried different colors and different cuts, and found herself choosing a fair amount of clothes intended for teenagers or young adults. The clothes she purchased were not immediately provocative, but I liked what I saw, as her clothes more than hinted at the attributes of the sexy body beneath.
For swimsuits, well, she hadn't shopped for suits to wear to the neighborhood pool. She had purchased outfits that captured my attention, and, frankly, everyone's. She ended up shopping from catalogs and tanning salon type stores as she stocked some of the wilder suits. She bought a nice one-piece conservative suit that she liked and that would be good around familiar friends. But otherwise, it was bikinis, something she hadn't worn since she was in college. She had always liked suits that came high on her hips. Only now, she was also choosing bottoms that barely rose above her pubic area. It had required some shaving.
And the bikini tops she had chosen, well, she never would have worn them around any of our friends. The tops held the smallest amount of fabric possible and were fastened by little more than strings. Her breasts hid beneath fabric that gave the apparent potential of falling off given the mildest casual upset. I was really excited about Hayley wearing bikinis. With the weight loss and the muscle that now rippled at her stomach, combined with skimpy suits, my wife looked absolutely breathtaking. And besides, there really weren't many of our age group who could still wear bikinis. I was pleased that my wife could.
It was four days into our cruise that we arrived at our selected island. Unlike our previous cruise 10 years earlier, our table included couples of almost the same ages and in the same life stages. While the group was fun, both Hayley and I had been mindful that the new Hayley blew away these women both in physique and dress. This was most obvious by the way the men had admired my wife while at the beach, by the pool, and even in her more formal dresses during dinner. It was a great group, and we enjoyed doing things together. It was, therefore, a difficult matter of tact when it came to revealing that we had private plans for the next port of call. We had only offered vague descriptions of where we were going. Hayley mentioned the name of the beach to one of the wives, and said only that she and I had heard about it from others (she didn't say on the Internet!) and wanted to check it out.
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