I was newly married and living on the east coast not too far from the shores.

My wife (at the time), was a dark haired Italian who could lie out in sunlight and tan all day. I’m fair haired and nordic and can get a sunburn in the fog. Naturally, she enjoyed going to the beach, and I did not. I would go to make her happy, but did not really enjoy it, but I did enjoy looking at the lovely ladies. However, enough was enough and even the bikini babes didn’t make it worth while. One day I was speaking to my downstairs neighbor and he told me of a popular nude beach only a 45 minute drive away. Hmmm. The sex at home was OK, but it could always be better. My fantasies were running wild, though I had a wife who was babealicious. We’d distinct days away, so I chose 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 car.
My neighbors directions were right on. I drove to the appropriate parking lot in the National Park and started walking in the direction of the alleged nude beach. In a few minutes I started to see a smattering of bare folks, and then promptly ended up in a veritable amusement park of nudity. Now all types of folks will let you know how the nudity is no big deal and that they go to these beaches for the “awareness of liberty”. They may 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 heaven and I had only 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 did not get a hardon. Nonetheless, I saw at least one guy which was proudly parading along the shore with a raging boner. The next day I went back. I ‘d masturbation memories to last a lifetime just from those two visits.

A few weeks after my wife suggested that we go to the shore. I described to her that because I burn so readily that it actually needed to be worth my while to go out into the sun, but that I would be willing to attend a nude beach. This did not go over well, particularly when I mentioned that I had been to the nude beach 3 times in the past two weeks. She finally understood that I was serious, but she would just go to a nudist place where there was little, if no, likelihood that anyone that she knew would see her.
I did my research and found a location called Goodland Country Club in western New Jersey. It was in the woods and had a big pool, sauna, cabins, snack bar, etc., and they permitted day visitors. http://episodes.x-nudism.com drove out there on our next shared day off. Checking in was done by a clothed gentleman. When we got to the parking lot however, most people were nude. I began to strip down http://videonudism.com/nude as I got out of the automobile. Joan was a bit timid, but as soon as I clarified that she’d attract more focus clothed than naked, she too stripped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a healthy body, small breasts with large nipples, and a neatly trimmed patch.
We rapidly found some free lounge chairs and staked out our small plot of grassy paradise. By this time I’d become rather adept at pretending I was reading, or asleep, as I appreciated the ever changing scenery. Of course I needed to walk around alot, particularly whenever I wanted to take a look at a woman who demanded further unobtrusive recognition. It was on this day that I determined that the typically “perfect” girls were really drilling, once you take their clothes off they all appear the same. I began to understand that in my eyes the beauty was in the girl 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 unconsciously 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 cottage 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 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 immediately 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 far from us and would instinctively rub her arms across her nipples every couple of minutes (I afterwards had a girlfriend who’d do the identical thing when she was horny as hell [she was constantly 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 once 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 center of a trail. Anyone could have walked up on us, and perhaps did. We were to busy to see.
From then on we just went to this place, occasionally four weekends in a month. We consistently let a cabin, and we always screwed at least three times a day. It’s provided years of wondeful memories.

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