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 activity at home was OK, but it could always be better. My fantasies were running wild, even though I had a wife who was friendalicious. We had different days off, so I decided to drive out to the nude beach on my first opportunity. Not wanting to be found out, I slathered SPF 5000 all over my body before getting in the car.
My neighbors directions were right on. I drove to the proper parking lot at the National Park and began walking in the direction of the alleged nude beach. In a few minutes I began to see a smattering of nude folks, and then quickly ended up in a veritable amusement park of nudity.
Now all kinds of folks will tell you how the nudity is no big deal and that they go to these beaches for the "sense of freedom". They may be telling the truth, but for me, its a playground of eye candy.
For the first time in my life I saw it all. Fat, lean, saggy, perky, shaved, bushy, cellulite, smooth, Brunettes, Blonds, Black women, Asians,cut, uncut, proud, and shy. I was in heaven and I had only been there for 10 minutes. I staked out my patch of sand and pretended to read a book. Luckily, I had jerked off so much in anticipation of the visit that I did not get a hardon. However, I saw at least one guy that was proudly parading along the beach with a raging boner.
The next day I went back. I had games memories to last a lifetime just from those two visits.
A few weeks later my wife suggested that we go to the beach. 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 willing to go to a nude beach. This did not go over well, especially when I mentioned that I had been to the nude beach 3 times in the past two weeks. She finally realized that I was serious, but she would only go to a nudist area where there was little, if no, likelihood that anyone that she knew would see her.
I did my research and found a place called Goodland Country Club in western New Jersey. It was in the woods and had a large pool, sauna, cabins, snack bar, etc., and they allowed day visitors. We drove out there on our next shared day off. Checking in was done by a clothed gentleman. As soon as we got to the parking lot however, most folks were nude. I began to game down as soon as I got out of the car. Joan was a little shy, but as soon as I explained that she would attract more attention clothed than nude, she too gameped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a fit body, small breasts with large nipples, and a neatly trimmed patch.
We quickly found some free lounge chairs and staked out our little patch of grassy heaven. By this time I had become rather adept at pretending I was reading, or asleep, as I enjoyed the ever changing scenery. Of course I had to walk around alot, especially whenever I wanted to check out a lady who required further discreet appreciation. It was on this day that I decided that the generally "perfect" women were actually boring, once you take their clothes off they all look the same. I began 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 woman read a Playfemale magazine as she unconsciously swung open and closed her legs continuously. A free lady in the open shower was being soaped up by her partner who had a huge hardon that she pretended not to see. Another lady who had a cabin 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 introducing herself to him. A fine free woman was sitting with her legs crossed as she spoke with another lady. As I walked by them I could see her day lips clearly open and moist.
It was all way too much.
I went into the restroom and quickly jerked off. That settled me down until I saw the blond with the saggy tits and perfecly shaved day lips. She was sitting not to far from us and would unconsciously rub her arms across her nipples every few minutes (I later had a femalefriend who would do the exact same thing when she was happy as hell [she was always happy]). I invited my wife for a walk in the woods. We had 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 instant hardon and she was already so drenched that it slid in easily. I viewed her standing up, against a tree, in the middle of a trail. Anyone could have walked up on us, and perhaps did. We were to busy to notice.
From then on we only went to this place, sometimes four weekends in a month. We always rented a cabin, and we always screwed at least three times a day. It has provided years of wondeful memories.