I was recently married and living on the east shore not too far from the beaches.

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. Evidently, she loved going to the shore, and I didn’t. I would go to make her happy, but did not truly enjoy it, but I did enjoy looking at the wonderful women.

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Nonetheless, enough was enough and even the bikini babes didn’t make it worth while. One day I was speaking to http://beach-patrol.biz 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 crazy, although I had a wife who was babealicious. We had distinct days off, 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 started walking in the direction of the alleged nude beach. In a couple of minutes I started 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 shores for the “awareness of freedom”. They might 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, thin, saggy, perky, shaved, bushy, cellulite, smooth, Brunettes, Blondes, Black women, Asians,cut, uncut, proud, and self-conscious. I was in paradise and I had just been there for 10 minutes. I staked out my spot of sand and pretended to read a book. Fortunately, I’d jerked off so much in anticipation of the visit that I didn’t get a hardon. Yet, I saw at least one guy which was proudly marching along the seashore with a raging boner. The next day I went back. I had masturbation memories to last a life just from those two visits.
A couple of weeks after my wife suggested that we go to the shore. I described 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 would be willing to go to a nude beach. This didn’t go over well, especially when I said that I had been to the nude beach 3 times in the last two weeks. She eventually recognized 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, cottages, 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 nevertheless, most folks were naked. I began to strip down as soon as I got out of the automobile. Joan was a little timid, but as soon as I explained that she’d attract more attention clothed than bare, she too stripped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a fit body, small breasts with big nipples, and a neatly trimmed spot.
We rapidly located some free lounge chairs and staked out our small patch of grassy heaven. With this time I’d become quite 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 needed to take a look at a woman who demanded further discreet admiration. It was on this day which I decided that the usually “perfect” women were really drilling, once you take their clothes off they all appear the same. I began 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 automatically swung open and closed her legs constantly. A young lady in the open shower was being soaped up by her partner who had a tremendous hardon that she feigned not to see. Another woman who had a cabin went up to speak to 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 clearly open and moist.
It was all way too much.
I went into the restroom and fast 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 automatically rub her arms across her nipples every couple of minutes (I afterwards had a girlfriend who would do the identical thing when she was horny as hell [she was constantly 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. http://nudiistgirl.net 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 center 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 area, sometimes four weekends in a month. We always rented a cabin, and we consistently screwed at least three times a day. It’s provided years of wondeful memories.

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