Never again! Living in Florida and being predisposed to going au naturale, it was natural to assume that I would finally make it to a nude beach, but talking the wife into it would be the main obstacle.
Fate smiled on me in the form of our best friends, two other couples who were always over for drinks, cards and games, and all six of us went on a cruise together the summer before the grand exposure.
We're always flirting with one another, but we've never gone overboard. The guys are always commenting on my wife's breasts. She's 35DD and a bit younger than we are, so she's always an easy target with their teasing.
Don't know who came up with the idea of a nude beach but they talked me into it quickly, but it took a bit longer with her.
Let's say she was underwhelmed by the whole idea, but in the spirit of being a good sport she agreed.
It's a two-hour trip and we really didn't what to do when we got there. I mean, do you get out of car nude or do you wear a robe or what? It was kind of awkward getting undressed.
Yep, the guys were all eyes when my wife freed the girls. And I did not anticipate the stares when I doffed my suit. Oops, forgot I was hung. Yeah, right. But I really didn't expect a noticeable reaction from the other women. My wife's stare could have burned a hole in my gonads.
The crap hit the fan when I saw what looked to be a young blond with a tight body, definitely the most (only) attractive person on the beach (aside from my beautiful bride, of course). I became semi-hard, and it did not go unnoticed. My wife was livid.
Compound that with the girls asking stuff like "how big does he get?" and the guys making comments about how they never thought they would get to see her boobs.
It was a long, quiet car ride back and it didn't come soon enough. It hurt our relationship with the other couples for almost a year. It's still not as trusting as it once was.
Nude beaches sound fun but my experience left a lot to be desired.