My wife (at the time), was a dark haired Italian who could lie out in the sun and tan all day. I’m fair haired and nordic and may get a sunburn in the fog. Evidently, she loved going to the seashore, and I did not. I’d go to make her happy, but didn’t truly appreciate it, but I did enjoy looking at the lovely women. Nevertheless, enough was enough and even the bikini babes didn’t make it worth while. One day I was talking to my downstairs neighbor and he told me of a popular nude beach just a 45 minute drive away. Hmmm. The sex at home was OK, but it might always be better. My fantasies were running crazy, though I had a wife who was babealicious. We’d different days away, so I decided to drive out to the nude beach on my first chance. Not desiring to be found out, I slathered SPF 5000 all over my body before getting in the vehicle.
My neighbors directions were right on. I drove to the proper parking lot in the National Park and started walking in the direction of the alleged nude beach. In several minutes I began to see a smattering of naked folks, and then immediately ended up in a veritable amusement park of nudity. Now all kinds of people will let you know how the nudity is no big deal and that they go to these shores for the “awareness of freedom”. They may be telling the truth, but for me, its a resort area of eye candy.
For the very first time in my life I saw it all. Fat, slender, saggy, perky, shaved, bushy, cellulite, smooth, Brunettes, Blonds, Black women, Asians,cut, uncut, proud, and bashful. I was in heaven and I had only been there for 10 minutes. I staked out my spot of sand and pretended to read a novel. Luckily, I’d jerked off so much in anticipation of the visit that I did not get a hardon. However, I saw at least one man which was proudly marching along the seashore with a raging boner. The following day I went back. I ‘d masturbation memories to last a life just from those two visits.
A few weeks later my wife suggested that we visit the shore. I explained to her that because I burn so easily that it really had to be worth my while to go out into the sun, but that I would be prepared to attend a nude beach. This did not go over well, especially when I mentioned that I was to the nude beach 3 times in the last two weeks. She eventually understood that I was serious, but she would only go to a nudist place where there was little, if no, chance that anyone that she knew would see her.
I did my research and located a spot called Goodland Country Club in western New Jersey. It was in the woods and had a big pool, sauna, http://videonudism.com/voyeur/jung-frei-nudist.php , snack bar, etc., and they permitted day visitors. We drove out there on our next common day off. Checking in was done by a clothed gentleman. As soon as we got to the parking lot nonetheless, most folks were bare. I started to strip down as soon as I got out of the car. Joan was somewhat timid, but as soon as I described that she’d attract more focus clothed than bare, she too stripped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a healthy body, small breasts with big nipples, and also a neatly trimmed spot.
We quickly found some free lounge chairs and staked out our little patch of grassy heaven. With this time I had become fairly adept at pretending I was reading, or asleep, as I loved the ever changing scenery. Of course I needed to walk around alot, particularly whenever I needed to have a look at a woman who needed further unobtrusive recognition. It was on this day that I decided that the normally “perfect” girls were actually drilling, when you take their clothes off they all seem the same. I started to realize that in my eyes the beauty was in the woman who had a slight sag here, or a tuck or wrinkle there.
Some of my fondest memories was watching a middle aged girl read a Playgirl magazine as she instinctively swung open and closed her legs continuously. A young lady in the open shower was being soaped up by her partner who had a tremendous hardon that she pretended not to see. Another woman who had a cottage went up to talk to a hung black gentleman as soon as he arrived at the pool. They went and disppeared into her cabin within minutes of her presenting herself to him. A fine young woman was sitting with her legs crossed as she spoke with another lady. As I walked by them I could see her pussy lips certainly open and moist.
It was all way an excessive amount.
I went into the restroom and fast jerked off. That settled me down until I saw the blonde with the saggy tits and perfecly shaved pussy lips. She was sitting not to much from us and would unconsciously rub her arms across her nipples every few minutes (I later had a girlfriend who’ http://x-public.com do the very same thing when she was horny as hell [she was always horny]). I encouraged my wife for a walk in the woods. We’d not gone more than a hundred yards or so on the trail when I leaned her up against a tree and deeply kissed her.
Wow! She was steaming hot. I got an immediate hardon and she was already so drenched that it slid in easily. I fucked her standing up, against a tree, in the middle of a trail. Anyone could have walked up on us, and possibly did. We were to busy to see.
From then on we just went to this place, sometimes four weekends in a month. We consistently rented a cabin, and we consistently screwed at least three times a day. It has provided years of wondeful memories.