Hubpages Moderators please note how restrained I was in the pics I loaded. For the invisible bikini pics people will just have to follow the Link. :)

I am a man’s man, a sports loving, feet on table beer guzzling bloke who doesn’t mind a bit of a perv at a good looking woman now and then. Like I used to tell my missus, “it’s OK to look just not allowed to touch right Luv”. Notice the total absence of a question mark there. I am the sort of man that if my sensitive side made an appearance I would get up and beat the hell out of him. So when a mate of mine put me onto the Wickedweasel website I thought I was in heaven. There were ladies, nice women, who seemed quite content and comfortable to parade around in swimsuits that you could fold up and put away into my spectacle case - tucked right in there alongside my glasses. What a bloody good website. Before Wicked Weasel I thought sheer was something you do to sheep. But no, it can also mean an itty bitty scrap of cloth that you can see through and if you get it wet it looks like it isn’t there at all. How goods that?!!

These bathing suits leave little to the imagination, come in all sorts of sizes from the tiny, to the micro, to the why is she bothering micro-minimus. Now being the kind of unselfish guy I am and an author of sorts I figured I would share my find with the Hubber community as a whole.

Most of you would have figured out that I am new to this Hub Pages thing but I reckon that if a jobs worth doing then you have to do it well. Us authors have our reputations at stake here and I was not about to submit a hub for my peers and colleagues to read unless it was well researched, factual, very well researched, checked then researched some more. I took it on myself to study this tiny bikini phenomenon with an attention to detail that would have kept my high school science teacher happy. I studied every page and every picture on their website until I realised that I had seen it all. Then I studied it again. The only time I allowed myself a break was when the missus was out and I needed a beer, nature called, or when I set up the old laptop in front of the telly so I could watch the football as well as continue my research. I don’t mean to be full of myself but that’s dedication and some of you long time Hubbers could learn a lot from my example here.

I grew up in a small country town in Australia and as a young sprog I did my share of skinny dipping down in the water hole outside of town. I have seen a few naked people in my time. I played football for thirteen years and in the showers after the game, well let me just say I know what a bare behind looks like, but I have never been quite as shocked as when I started looking through what was on offer at Wicked Weasel. I damn well almost blushed when my old girl came over and had a bit of a gander at what I was looking at. There is no way in the world that you could call me a flaming prude but these skimpy little bikinis took a bit of getting used to. I guess after a while I did become a bit desensitised to the images and even worked up the guts to suggest to the old ball and chain that her kid sister would probably look all right in one. Then she floored me by saying that she herself would look pretty damn good in one too. Struth. The first thing I told her she was being an old fool and that “there was no way I would let her prance around letting other blokes get an eyeful of what god gave her”. I mean my missus is not a bad old chook (chicken for all you Yanks) and in my own way I am pretty fond of her, but she is not as young as she was when I first saw her at the local dance and declared to all my mates that she was the woman for me. I personally don’t mind the few extra pounds that the years have given her and the way her breasts hang down a bit instead those perky little things she used to have, but I think that the no bikini bikini is for young girls and women with figures like those you see on the calendar in the local mechanics shop. But her reaction got me pondering deep. I have always considered her a bit of a conservative and never in my wildest dreams would I have thought she would seriously contemplate wearing something so revealing at a public beach. But here my wife was demonstrating an independence of thought, confidence in who she was and pride in her body.

Well it certainly gave me food for thought and being a thinking man I mulled it over for a while looking at it from my perspective, my mate's perspective the football team's perspective and eventually from hers. In the end I decided that it was Sally's decision and I liked, no I loved, this new woman I saw before me. We talked about the issue of public decency, the possibility of causing a degree of arousal in people we had never met and places where a skimpy bikini doesn’t belong. We discussed nudity, anxiety and even gymnophobia which I learnt is a fear of being naked in front of others. We spent many a night sitting at the kitchen table just talking and confessing personal fears and feelings about actually doing it, you know buying and wearing a revealing swimsuit. Then we bought one.

I am not saying that our relationship grew and strengthened to what we enjoy today as a result of those tiny swim suits, but I do think it was the catalyst.

As a last word Davo, the mate who first introduced me to the site that would eventually change my world, traveled to the beach with us recently with his long suffering wife Deb. I have always in the past considered Davo as a bit of a chauvinist who probably does not treat his wife the way she deserves to be treated and sees women as bodies with boobs rather than entities with thoughts, passions and dreams. Well when Sally my long term soul mate and loving wife pulled her dress over her head revealing a stunning if fullish body covered only in a light blue satin sheer micro bikini, Davo blew a bit of a fuse, yelling at me saying that it was bloody disgrace and that there was no way his woman would be allowed to wear anything that revealing. As Deb revealed a wickedly tiny pink number a few seconds later, Davo just had to rethink his views.

Last Last Word

I am still a man’s man, a blokey bloke and a beer swilling sports fan, I have just become enlightened is all.

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