I was recently 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. Obviously, she enjoyed going to the seashore, and I didn’t. I’d go to make her happy, but didn’t truly love it, but I did enjoy looking at the lovely women. Nevertheless, enough was enough and even the bikini babes didn’t make it worth while. Hmmm. The sex at home was OK, but it might always be better. My fantasies were running crazy, although I had a wife who was babealicious. We’d different days away, so I made the decision to drive out to the nude beach on my first chance. Not needing 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 right parking lot at the National Park and started walking in the direction of the alleged nude beach. In several minutes I started to see a smattering of bare people, and then promptly 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 “awareness of liberty”. 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 nudist young pic . Fat, thin, saggy, perky, shaved, bushy, cellulite, smooth, Brunettes, Blondes, 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 patch of sand and pretended to read a book. Fortunately, I had 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 later my wife suggested that we go to the seashore.

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I explained 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 ‘d be prepared to attend 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 recognized that I was serious, but she would 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 located a place 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 common day off. As soon as we got to the parking lot nevertheless, most people were naked. Joan was a bit shy, but as soon as I clarified that she’d bring more attention clothed than nude, she too stripped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a healthy body, small breasts with large nipples, along with a neatly trimmed patch.
We quickly found some free lounge chairs and staked out our little plot of grassy heaven. With 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 have a look at a woman who demanded further unobtrusive recognition. It was on this day that I determined that the generally “perfect” girls were actually drilling, once you take their clothes off they all seem the same. I started 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 watching a middle aged woman read a Playgirl magazine as she instinctively swung open and closed her legs always. A young lady in the open shower was being soaped up by her partner who had a huge hardon that she feigned 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 cottage 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 clearly open and moist.
It was all way an excessive amount.
I went into the restroom and quickly jerked off. She was sitting not to far from us and would automatically rub her arms across her nipples every couple of minutes (I later had a girlfriend who’d do the very same thing when she was horny as hell [she was constantly horny]).
Wow! I fucked her standing up, against a tree, in the middle of a trail. Anyone could have walked up on us, and perhaps did. We were to busy to detect.
From then on we only went to this place, sometimes four weekends in a month. We constantly let a cabin, and we consistently screwed at least three times a day. It has provided http://partnerpost.net of wondeful memories.

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