I was just 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 the sun and tan all day. I’m fair haired and nordic and will get a sunburn in the fog. Needless to say, she loved going to the seashore, and I didn’t. I’d go to make her happy, but did not truly appreciate it, but I did appreciate looking at the lovely ladies. Nevertheless, 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 might always be better. My dreams were running wild, even 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 opportunity. 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 began walking in the direction of the alleged nude beach. In a couple of minutes I began to see a smattering of nude people, and then immediately ended up in a veritable amusement park of nudity. Now a variety of people will let you know how the nudity is no big deal and that they go to these beaches for the “sense of freedom”. They could 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, Blondes, Black women, Asians,cut, uncut, proud, and self-conscious. 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’d jerked off so much in anticipation of the visit that I didn’t get a hardon. Nevertheless, I saw at least one man that was proudly parading along the shore with a raging boner. The following day I went back. I ‘d masturbation memories to last a life only from those two visits.
A couple of weeks later my wife suggested that we go to the shore. I described to her that since I burn so easily that it actually had to be worth my while to go out into the sun, but that I would be prepared to go to 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 realized that I was serious, but she’d just 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 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 common day off. Checking in was done by a clothed gentleman. When we got to the parking lot yet, most folks were bare. I started to strip down as soon as I got out of the vehicle. Joan was a little bashful, but as soon as I explained that she would attract more attention clothed than nude, 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 located some free lounge chairs and staked out our little plot of grassy heaven. By this time I’d become fairly adept at pretending I was reading, or asleep, as I loved the ever changing scenery. Of course I had 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 which I decided that the generally “perfect” women were actually boring, once you take their clothes off they all appear the same. I started to realize 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 seeing 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 lady 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 introducing herself to him. A great 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 an excessive amount.
I went into the restroom and quickly jerked off.

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That settled me down until I saw the blond with the saggy tits and perfecly shaved pussy lips. She was sitting not to much from us and would automatically rub her arms across her nipples every few 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 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 center of a trail. http://nudism.name could have walked up on us, and possibly did. We were to busy to see.
From then on we only went to this spot, sometimes four weekends in a month. We consistently let a cottage, and we consistently screwed at least three times a day. It’s provided years of wondeful memories.

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