I was just married and living on the east shore 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 will get a sunburn in the fog. Naturally, she enjoyed going to the shore, and I didn’t. I’d go to make her happy, but did not truly appreciate it, but I did love looking at the lovely ladies. 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 only a 45 minute drive away. Hmmm. The sex at home was OK, but it may always be better. My dreams were running wild, although I had a wife who was babealicious. We’d distinct 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 http://x-public.com before getting in the vehicle.
My neighbors directions were right on. I drove to the right 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 immediately ended up in a veritable amusement park of nudity. Now all types of people will let you know how the nudity is no big deal and they go to these beaches 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, thin, saggy, perky, shaved, bushy, cellulite, smooth, Brunettes, Blondes, 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 novel. Fortunately, I’d jerked off so much in anticipation of the visit that I didn’t get a hardon. Nonetheless, I saw at least one guy which was proudly parading along the beach with a raging boner. The next day I went back. I had masturbation memories to last a life only from those two visits.
A couple of weeks after my wife suggested that we visit the beach. I explained to her that since I burn so readily that it actually had to be worth my while to go out into the sun, but that I ‘d be prepared to attend a nude beach. This did not go over well, especially when I said that I had been to the nude beach 3 times in the last two weeks. She finally recognized that I was serious, but she’d 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 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 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 yet, most people were nude. I started to strip down as soon as I got out of the vehicle. Joan was a little timid, but as soon as I explained that she would attract more attention clothed than bare, she too stripped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a fit body, small breasts with large nipples, and also a neatly trimmed spot.
We quickly found some free lounge chairs and staked out our little patch of grassy heaven. By 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, especially whenever I needed to take a look at a lady who demanded further unobtrusive appreciation. It was on this day which I decided that the typically “perfect” girls were really boring, once you take their clothes off they all look the same. I began to see 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 seeing a middle aged woman read a Playgirl magazine as she automatically swung open and closed her legs continuously. A young lady in the open shower was being soaped up by her partner who had a huge 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 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 clearly 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 unconsciously rub http://nudism-life.com across her nipples every couple of minutes (I afterwards had a girlfriend who’d do the exact same thing when she was horny as hell [she was always horny]). I encouraged my wife for a walk in the woods. We had 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 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 maybe did. We were to busy to find.
From then on we only went to this area, sometimes four weekends in a month. We constantly rented a cabin, and we always screwed at least three times a day. It has provided years of wondeful memories.

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