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Fuckin' Intense

... drinks at the adjoining bar, and lying in the sun. Linda looked awesome. Her full tits and ass bounced and jiggled as she moved about the patio sharing greetings and gossip with people we knew. In the pool, Linda and I struck up a casual conversation with a younger couple who were first-timers. They said they had always talked about going to a nude resort, and they were having a great time. They seemed like a nice couple, and were very attractive, but didn’t seem to be ready to play with others quite yet. We asked if they were going to the dance club later, and they said they might. Linda and I had been planning to go to the club that evening and were really looking forward to some dancing and naughty play. “Maybe we’ll see you there,” said the husband. Unfortunately, we never saw them again.

Later that evening we got ready to go to the resort’s dance club. Everyone just referred to it as “the club.” Modeled after a 70s discotheque, there was a DJ, a dance floor, and a bar. The nudist resort custom dictated that people dress for the club. Seeing people dressed in sexy, revealing clothing seemed to be even more exciting than seeing them totally naked. Like most of the other men, Bill and I dressed in neat sports clothes. The ladies dressed much sexier. Bunny wore a very slutty outfit with panties and a pushup bra with black lace stockings, and a garter belt. Linda wore a very short black dress that was very snug and clung to every curve. The neckline was very low to ...

... display her impressive cleavage. Of course, she wore nothing underneath. Before we left, Bill dropped his keys hoping Linda would bend over to pick them up. “Nice try, big guy.” She joked. “If I pick them up, we’ll never get to the club.”

When we arrived at the club, I got a vodka drink at the bar for Linda and a beer for myself. Bill and Bunny floated away to visit other friends. Linda and I danced a few dances with each other and then with other friends. I remember thinking how exciting it was to see my wife dance with other guys. After a few songs we decided to take a break and get another drink, but before we got there, we bumped into Charlie. We had briefly spoken with Charlie and his wife Veronica at the pool earlier in the day. They were friends of Bill and Bunny and had played with them in the past, but Linda and I had never been with them ourselves. Veronica was not with him that night. Charlie explained that Veronica had to leave early and that he was staying at the resort for the rest of the weekend. I jokingly asked if he was planning on behaving himself while she was gone. He laughed and said, “She doesn’t care. We’re not exclusive.”

Charlie isn’t someone I’d have guessed Linda would be interested in. He was very muscular but didn’t have the perfect physique of a bodybuilder. He had the sturdy frame of a hardworking regular guy who rides a Harley. His head was shaved but kept a short well-kept beard. He came off as a little rougher than the tall, slim, sensitive ...