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 will get a sunburn in the fog. Naturally, she loved going to the shore, and I did not. I’d go to make her happy, but did not truly love it, but I did love looking at the lovely women. Nonetheless, enough was enough and even the bikini babes did not make it worth while. One day I was speaking 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 may always be better. My dreams were running crazy, even though I had a wife who was babealicious. We had different days away, so I chose to drive out to http://crazypublic.com on my first chance. Not needing 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 a couple of minutes I started to see a smattering of nude folks, and then promptly ended up in a veritable amusement park of nudity. Now a myriad of people will let you know how the nudity is no big deal and they go to these beaches for the “sense of independence”. They might be telling the truth, but for me, its a resort area of eye candy.
For the 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 diffident. I was in paradise and I ‘d just been there for 10 minutes. I staked out my spot of sand and pretended to read a book. Luckily, I’d jerked off so much in anticipation of the visit that I didn’t get a hardon. However, I saw at least one guy that was proudly marching along the seashore with a raging boner. The next day I went back. I had masturbation memories to last a lifetime only from those two visits.
A few weeks after my wife suggested that we visit the seashore. I explained to her that since I burn so readily that it really had to be worth my while to go out into the sun, but that I ‘d be willing to visit a nude beach. This did not go over well, particularly when I said that I was to the nude beach 3 times in the past two weeks. She finally realized that I was serious, but she would just go to a nudist area 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 large pool, sauna, cabins, 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. When we got to the parking lot nonetheless, most folks were naked. I started to strip down as soon as I got out of the vehicle. Joan was a bit timid, but as soon as I explained that she would bring more attention clothed than bare, she too stripped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a healthy body, small breasts with big nipples, and a neatly trimmed spot.
We rapidly located some free lounge chairs and staked out our small plot of grassy heaven. With this time I had become quite adept at pretending I was reading, or asleep, as I appreciated the ever changing scenery. Of course I had to walk around alot, especially whenever I needed to have a look at a woman who needed further discreet recognition. It was on this day that I decided that the typically “perfect” girls were actually boring, when you take their clothes off they all look 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 always. 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 cabin went up to speak with a hung black gentleman as soon as he arrived at the pool. They went and disppeared into her cottage within minutes of her introducing herself to him. A wonderful young woman was sitting with her legs crossed as she talked with another lady. As I walked by them I could see her pussy lips clearly open and moist.
It was all way too much.
I went into the restroom and immediately jerked off. That settled me down until I saw the blond with the saggy tits and perfecly shaved pussy lips. She was sitting not to far from us and would instinctively rub her arms across her nipples every couple of minutes (I later had a girlfriend who’d do the exact same thing when she was horny as hell [she was always horny]). I invited my wife for a walk in the woods. We’d not gone more than a hundred yards or so on the trail once I leaned her up against a tree and greatly kissed her.
Wow! She was steaming hot. I got an instant 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 maybe did. We were to busy to find.
From then on we just went to this place, sometimes four weekends in a month. We consistently let a cabin, and we constantly screwed at least three times a day. It has provided years of wondeful memories.