“This explains why they are so cheap,” said John. “I’ll
hold Jack and you can go put your swimsuit on.”

The only room with a door was the bathroom and that was
just too tiny for her to change in. Marisa retrieved her
bikini from the luggage and started undoing the buttons
on her blouse. She paused when she saw her husband
staring at her with delight. Her pale skin turned
pinkish as she blushed realizing that her needy pussy
might actually get some servicing this weekend. She
almost told him to turn around and would have before the
pregnancy. Since the pregnancy, John had seen some
disgusting things come out of her body and she no longer
felt much shame around him. Instead, she turned to face
him and boldly stripped under his appreciative stare.

John felt like taking his wife then and there, but
unfortunately, Jack was wide awake and gurgling. Marisa
had an odd shaped body and had trouble finding clothes
that fit. In winter, when she wore bulkier clothes, she
looked dumpy, but her true form was revealed the less
clothes she wore and nude she looked glorious. Her waist
wasn’t thin, but it was shapely. She’d worked out to
lose her belly fat and her stomach was sexy and mostly
flat. She still carried extra weight in her ass as well
as the increased cup size for her breasts. If anything,
the extra weight had improved her already decent looks.

Her hips were larger then her waist and nearly matched
her bosom. Her crotch was smooth and as white as the
rest of her, but for a small red landing strip. It
looked good enough to eat and he hadn’t done that for
her since before they were married nor would he ever
again after watching his son’s head come out of there.
John felt the blood leaving his penis at the memory.

“Damn! This is just what I was afraid of,” said Marisa,
pulling up her bikini panty. The front hugged her mound
so tightly she was showing a bit of a camel toe. She
turned around and John could see some extra ass flesh
sticking out. “I’m a cow.”

“You look great honey, better than I’ve ever seen you in
the seven years we’ve known each other.

Marisa smiled gratefully. “The top’s going to be worse.
Maybe, I can pick up a suit that fits in Key West?”

Her fears were justified as she tried to squeeze DD cup
breasts into a C cup top. Her breasts stuck out of the
tops, the sides and the bottoms. Even worse, her nipples
had doubled in size during her pregnancy and her areola
were barely contained by the stretched out triangular
cups of her bikini top. She had to stretch out and
adjust the material to hide them. “Not sure why, but
this material doesn’t feel as bad on my nipples as my
bra.”

“Maybe, you’ll just have to wear that bikini all weekend
then.”