HUSBAND CONVINCES ME TO TRY A NUDIST PARK - Sex Stories

HUSBAND CONVINCES ME TO TRY A NUDIST PARK

... about the nudist resort idea he’d been looking into.

“Mmmmm.... that feels good, Sof..... OK, well, I was reading about one in Bacliff, Texas, with ocean-side cabins, sandy beaches.... sounded nice. I understand they have an adults-only week coming up next month.... lots of activities and sports to keep us busy.... I was thinking I could get us a reservation when we get home.... what do you think?”

“Yeah.... let’s do it.... holy, shit, Glen.... a nudist camp.... I’m starting to get wet just thinking about it...”

Just then Glenn let out a grunt, and a stream of jizzm burst from the tip of his cock, jetting about a foot into the air before splashing onto his stomach and gushing over the fingers of my stroking hand.

“Yeah, Sof.... just like that.... keep going.... ah.... ah.... aaaaaahhhhhh.... aaaahhhhhhhh.... my God, that’s amazing.... hmmmmmm.... holy shit, that feels good... hmmmmm.”

I grabbed a towel and cleaned off his glistening shaft as it began to soften in the palm of my hand, giggling at the gooey mess we’d made. Then I swabbed the cum off his stomach, wiped off my cum-drenched fingers, and returned to the mystery book I was reading.

When we got home from our vacation, Glenn went about getting us reservations at the nudist resort in Texas for mid-July.... from everything we could see online, it appeared to be a perfect time of year to run around naked on the sandy beaches of the Gulf Coast.

The following month we drove to Bacliff.... just a bit ...

... north of Galveston.... following the instructions Glenn got online. We turned into the densely wooded property, then drove about another half mile before pulling into a secluded parking area in front of the resort’s central office. We were struck by the panoramic view that unfolded before us.... including a beautiful expanse of sandy beaches and gentle ocean waves lapping the shoreline. As we pulled up to the main building to register, I laughed and pointed out a sign to Glenn that read....

”Clothing is COMPLETELY optional and RARELY WORN beyond this point and throughout the resort. ENJOY YOUR VISIT!”

It was an absolutely gorgeous day, and a temporary registration desk had been set up outside the main office to take advantage of the great weather. Glenn and I climbed out of our car and headed over toward the registration desk, soaking up the beautiful surroundings as we went.... white sand beaches and walking paths; lush, green landscapes everywhere we looked; and majestic trees throughout the resort. We were definitely intrigued.

Glenn had on a baggy bathing suit, with an unbuttoned, short-sleeved shirt on top; I wore a skimpy two-piece bikini that barely hid my nipples, and did nothing to control the jiggle of my heavy, swaying breasts. As we walked toward the registration desk, we glanced over to our right and saw several totally nude people.... both men and women.... playing volleyball on a wide stretch of sand by the ocean. They all looked to be in great shape.... ...