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 may get a sunburn in the fog. Naturally, she enjoyed going to the shore, and I did not. I’d go to make her happy, but did not really appreciate it, but I did love looking at the wonderful women. However, enough was enough and even the bikini babes did not make it worth while. One day I was talking 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 wild, although I had a wife who was babealicious. We had distinct days away, so I made the decision to drive out to the nude beach on my first opportunity. 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 appropriate parking lot at the National Park and began walking in the direction of the alleged nude beach. In a couple of minutes I started to see a smattering of naked folks, and then quickly ended up in a veritable amusement park of nudity. Now all kinds of people will let you know how the nudity is no big deal and they go to these shores for the “sense of independence”. http://voy-zone.com/nudist-video-sample.html 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, 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 patch of sand and pretended to read a novel. Fortunately, I’d jerked off so much in anticipation of the visit that I did not get a hardon. Nevertheless, I saw at least one man that was proudly parading along the seashore with a raging boner. The following day I went back. I ‘d masturbation memories to last a lifetime only from those two visits.
A couple of weeks later my wife suggested that we visit the seashore. I described to her that since 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 didn’t go over well, particularly when I said that I was to the nude beach 3 times in the last two weeks. She eventually realized that I was serious, but she’d only 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 large 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 however, most folks were naked. I began to strip down as soon as I got out of the car. Joan was somewhat shy, but as soon as I explained that she would bring more attention clothed than nude, she too stripped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a fit body, small breasts with large nipples, and also a neatly trimmed patch.
We rapidly found some free lounge chairs and staked out our little plot of grassy heaven. By this time I’d become rather adept at pretending I was reading, or asleep, as I enjoyed the ever changing scene. Of course I had to walk around alot, particularly whenever I wanted to check out a lady who required further discreet appreciation. It was on this day which I determined that the normally “perfect” women were actually boring, when 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 woman 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 huge 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 presenting 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 definitely open and moist.
It was all way too much.

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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 automatically rub her arms across her nipples every few minutes (I afterwards had a girlfriend who’d do the identical thing when she was horny as hell [she was always 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 when 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 center of a trail. Anyone could have walked up on us, and maybe did. We were to busy to see.
From then on we only went to this area, sometimes four weekends in a month. We always let a cabin, and we consistently screwed at least three times a day. It has provided years of wondeful memories.

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