It had been a long fantasy of mine to see my 35 year old BBW wife nude in public. Although she doesn’t think so, she has a fantastic body – large, round boobs, curvaceous hips, chubby tummy, and delicious round butt, killer legs and beautiful feet. Seeing her walk across the room gets my blood pumping and I know that other BBW lovers out there would heartily agree that my wife’s body is terribly sexy! We had been married for several years before we started to become adventurous. I was positively overjoyed to discover that she would often fantasize about being watched while we’re having sex – particularly being watched by strangers. Despite her imagination, she felt very strongly of the fact that she would be far too embarrassed to ever live out any of her fantasies for real. However, they were quickly becoming my own. During sex, I would often find myself staring at her huge, bouncing boobs and imagine that someone else was there as well, seeing her exposed nipples and open pussy. Truly, I would get off by fantasizing that someone – man or woman – was laying naked next her while she was being fucked, rubbing their hands over her chest and seeing her hardened nipples move under the touch of another person. Unfortunately, this particular fantasy of mine has proven to be unattainable in real the real world. Nevertheless, one summer (not all that long ago) we were on vacation in Greece. I had suggested to my wife that this would be a great opportunity to at least get half naked in public (citing the fact that she would merely be fitting in with everyone else, considering how common it is to see a woman topless over there). I could tell that she had considered it but no – it was far too embarrassing and not something she was comfortable with. So, we went to the beach with me fantasizing about what could have been. Once we were settled at the beach I thought little more about it. The sun was hot, the wind was warm and embracing, and we both felt totally relaxed. It may have been my imagination but there did seem to be an awful lot of woman wandering about and laying out topless that day. I caught my wife looking at them a few times but I said nothing. We took a refreshing dip in the sea and even there we seemed surrounded by women unashamedly exposing their bodies to all in the late afternoon sun. I badly wanted my wife to join them, knowing that her body would outshine them all. Upon returning to our spot on the beach, I began to run my finger along my wife’s arm. She was laying on her back in her one-piece bathing suit, her hair pinned back and large dark sunglasses protecting her eyes from the sun. Her deep cleavage was already exposed and I could see the outline of her semi-hardened nipples. They often shrivelled to a hard point when she comes out of the water and this time seemed no different. She purred to the lightness of my touch and I allowed my hand to brush against the side of her breast as I ran my finger along her skin. Deciding to test these other waters, I deliberately ran my finger up her arm, over her shoulder, and along her neck tracing a path teasingly into her cleavage. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Pull your top down.” She shakes her head and says “No”. I run a finger along the length of her arm again very lightly and say “You wouldn’t be alone. Lots of women have their boobs out here. I want to see yours too.” She doesn’t say anything but I persist with something like “Anyone walking by would love to see your huge, round boobs.” I tell her that they would be the biggest and the best of all we’ve seen today. I tell her too that no one would possibly recognize her. She would never see these people again, and she had her glasses on. What was there to lose? She still says nothing but I know she’s thinking about it. “Just for a couple of minutes,” I continue, pleadingly, “just to try it out.” Finally, after a few pounding heartbeats pass, she says “Ok.” A tremour of excitement surges through my entire body. My wife is going to expose her tits in public!! She remains motionless for several long moments and I begin to fear that she’s changed her mind. However, she makes good on her promise and repeats “Ok” before reaching up to a shoulder strap and begins to pull it down just far enough to get an arm out. After a moment she gently does the same with the other. She raises her head off the sand momentarily and glances around but doesn’t see anyone looking. Without a word, she takes a big breath as though to steel herself – perhaps laying one final doubt aside – and then pulls one of her boobs out. The other quickly follows. She doesn’t stop after her boobs are exposed. She keeps pulling down her top to the bottom of her tummy, showing her soft belly and delicate curves leading up to her gorgeous breasts which are bouncing back and forth as she works her bathing suit down. I look around and already she’s attracted a little bit of attention. From behind my own sunglasses I see a couple of men stealing a few discreet glances at her direction. Her rolling boobs are impossible to ignore, but it’s her large, dark areolas that I know are the focal point of their looks. Even I can’t take my eyes off of them with the sunlight hitting her nipples hard and bright. She says something like “Well?” and I tell her that she looks utterly amazing, and that she’s already drawing attention to herself. I ask her how it feels and she replies “A bit weird.” Almost afraid to ask, I want to know if she feels uncomfortable. She says no, she’s ok. By this point I’ve grown very hard in my swim trunks. I’m laying slightly sideways to hard my engorged cock. I want nothing else but to dive onto a boob and start nuzzling one of her nipples not caring who sees. Instead I glance around cautiously, not wanting to scare off any potential voyeurs. At one point a teenage boy was staring right at my wife’s tits – probably the best pair he’d seen yet in his life. “Are people still looking at me?” my wife whispered at one point. “OMG, yes” I tell her. “You’re getting a lot of glances.” And it was true. People kept looking in our direction, sometimes discreetly, sometimes outwardly staring. “From just guys?” she asks, and I tell her truthfully that some women have been walking past and checking her out too. But, after about ten minutes, she turned onto her front and that ended the show. It may have been the end, but it was an afternoon that lives on in my memory. It was the first time that she had exposed herself in public knowing full well that she was allowing so many people a sensational view of her huge, round boobs.