This story is a work of fiction. Some real places and institutions are mentioned or implied, but they are used fictitiously here. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.
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Anne and I became a couple during our sophomore year in college near one of the Great Lakes. Anne was a diver in college. She was tall, just a few inches shorter than my six feet. Much of her height was in her long, elegant, strong legs. Her shoulders and hips were narrow. She had firm, grapefruit-sized breasts, and a small, tight ass. What really got you, though, was her face, always framed in light brown hair. She had large eyes that were usually blue but occasionally turned a blueish green; a pert, upturned nose; high cheekbones; a strong jaw; and a wide mouth with wide, alluring lips. Her eyes always gave me the sense that she was looking into my mind and reading my thoughts and her usual expression seemed to say that what she had read amused her.
We married the summer after graduation. That was the smartest decision I ever made, although I think a beauty like Anne could have done better. We took our honeymoon on a Caribbean island. We stayed in a resort on a hill above a beautiful white beach that curved around a small bay. Our first full day there, we put on swimsuits and old gym shoes, loaded a beach bag, and went down the hill and across the road to the beach.
Although it was off season, the beach was still busy. We found a space large enough to spread out our towel, slathered our pale skin with sunscreen, and sat down. The beach crowd ranged from older couples in swimwear that looked like it had been new in the 1940s to fit young men in Speedos and some eye-catching young women in bikinis much more revealing than Anne’s. After a long look around, I was satisfied I was with the most beautiful woman on the beach.
We had been enjoying the sun and sea breeze for, maybe, twenty minutes when Anne said, “Will, doesn’t it look like those people at the far end of the beach to my right are naked?”
I looked in the direction Anne was looking. Apparently, a part of the beach was a nude beach. “Yes, it does,” I replied. “I’m not surprised. It is a French island.”
A few minutes later, Anne said, “This sounds terrible, but I want to go look. I’ve never seen a nude beach before.”
“The people there might not appreciate us gawking at them,” I replied.
“I can be discreet,” Anne retorted. “If anyone draws attention to us, it will be you. Come on, let’s go!”
“You really want to?” I asked. “We can’t just leave our stuff here. We’ll have to gather it up.”
“So?” Anne replied. “It all fits in the beach bag.”
Mildly annoyed at having to gather our things up after we’d just spread them out, I picked everything up and crammed it into the beach bag. “After you,” I said. Anne giggled and started walking down the beach. I followed.
Following Anne, even in a conservative bikini, was a treat. She was still in great shape. Her legs and ass were perfect. The thought crossed my mind that she would look exquisite naked on such a beautiful beach.
After walking a few minutes, we saw a large sign that read, “Welcome to our Nude Beach. Plage Naturiste. Family oriented. No photography.” Beyond the sign, we could see naked men and women. Anne stopped and turned to me. “I suppose we have to take our suits off to go any farther,” she said. I shrugged. Neither of us knew how a nude beach worked, but it seemed like a reasonable assumption that you had to get naked to go on a nude beach.
Anne seemed a bit nervous and chewed on her lovely lower lip. Obviously, she was trying to decide whether she wanted to take her bikini off and keep walking. I wasn’t too worried about having to take my trunks off because I knew there was no way my bride was going to strip naked outdoors, in broad daylight, with other people around. After a long silence, Anne said, “What the fuck? No one here knows us. I want to try it!” She reached behind her back to unhook her top.
“What?” I exclaimed.
“I’m taking my suit off and walking on the beach naked,” Anne replied. “You can take your trunks off and come with me or stand there with them on and wait until I come back.” She said it very calmly, but I heard that bit of steel in her voice when she was serious.
“You really want us both to get naked on a public beach?” I asked.
“Why not?” Anne asked back. “It’s our honeymoon. We should do something out of the ordinary.”
Anne clearly had her mind made up. I couldn’t let her walk naked by herself. “Ok,” I said grudgingly. Anne just smiled and pushed her bottoms off her hips and down her legs. She did look very beautiful naked in the sunlight. I reached into the bag and pulled out the sunscreen. I handed it to Anne and said, “smear that everywhere. I don’t want to have to find a doctor for you because you sunburned your pussy.”
Anne smiled at me, took the sunscreen, and began rubbing it over her breasts. Then, she spread sunscreen between her legs. She handed the tube back to me, said, “do my ass,” and turned around. Rubbing sunscreen into my new wife’s beautiful bare ass on a public beach was a bit exciting. An older couple walked by and looked at us while I was doing that.
When I was done, Ann bent forward, giving me a nice view of her asshole and pussy, and picked her bikini up off the sand. She turned to face me, smiling, handed me her bikini, and said, “please put that in the bag.” I bent down and put her swimsuit in our beach bag. When I straightened, Anne had a hand on her hip and an impatient look. “I’m waiting,” she said.
“Waiting?” I asked.
“Waiting for you to get those trunks off,” she replied. I felt a little queasy as I untied the draw string and pushed my trunks to my feet. “I don’t remember ever seeing you naked outside in the sunlight,” Anne teased. “You look pretty good.” She held out a hand, palm up. “Give me some sunscreen and I’ll get your ass,” she said.
“You won’t do my dick and balls too?” I teased.
“Not on our very first minutes on a nude beach,” she said. “Maybe later.” I put my suit in the beach bag. Anne took my hand and we walked onto the nude beach naked and barefoot.
The nude beach was not as busy as the clothed part of the beach, but there were still quite a few people. The crowd looked a bit older than the clothed beach. I guessed Anne and I might be the youngest people there. We walked the length of the nude beach. At the far end, just off the beach, was a small building made of concrete block with screens instead of windows. I realized it was a bar and I realized the people in it were naked.
We turned and started walking back the way we came. I was surprised how good the sun and breeze felt on my bare body. People sitting in lounge chairs and lying on towels looked at us as we walked past. There was something exciting about knowing that these strangers were seeing Anne and me without a stitch on. Anne broke into my thoughts by saying, “I want to stay here a while. We can put our towel there.” She pointed to a patch of open beach. A nude man and woman were sitting in lounge chairs a few feet from the spot where Anne pointed.
I spread out the towel and we sat down. A couple of minutes later, a female voice asked, “first time at a nude beach?” It was the woman in the lounge chair, a large breasted brunette with a friendly smile and a very deep tan.
“Yes,” Anne answered. “I guess the pale skin gave us away.”
“That and you seemed a little unsure of yourselves,” the woman replied. “I’m Monica and this is my husband Ed.”
“I’m Anne and this is my husband Will,” Anne said.
“Been married long?” Monica asked.
Anne seemed just a little embarrassed. “This is our honeymoon,” she replied.
“How do you like the beach?” Ed asked.
It’s a great beach,” Anne said. “We’ve only been naked a few minutes but, so far, I really enjoy it.”
Anne looked at me like it was my turn to say something. “I wouldn’t have guessed how good the sun and breeze feel on my bare body,” I said.
“Wait until you get into the water,” Monica said. “Swimming nude feels so much better than having a suit on that you’ll wonder why anyone ever wears a swimsuit. We never do any more.”
I guess I raised my eyebrows at that because Ed added,” We have a backyard pool and a private backyard.”
“Are you staying around here or are you just here for the day,” Monica asked.
“We’re staying up there,” I said pointing at the resort on the hill behind the clothed part of the beach.
“When did you get here?” Ed asked.
“Yesterday,” I said.
“Trying a nude beach your first day. That’s smart,” Ed replied. “I promise you’ll be back here every day of your stay.”
Anne surprised me a little by saying, “that’s a distinct possibility.”
A bit later, Anne and I got up and waded into the slight surf. When we reached water about waist deep, we both dove under the surface. Monica was right. Swimming naked felt a lot better than having a suit on. I saw Anne stop and put her feet down in water up to her neck. I swam over to her and stood up right in front of her. We hugged, then kissed. After we broke our kiss, Anne asked, “are you still upset I wanted to see the nude beach?”
“No,” I replied.
When we came out of the water, Monica and Ed invited us to join them for a drink in the bar. “It’s safe to leave your things here,” Monica said. “Just bring a towel to sit on.”
When Monica stood up, I saw that she had rather wide hips and large thighs. It occurred to me that she was a very attractive woman but that I probably wouldn’t have thought so if I’d seen her clothed first. Monica caught me looking at her. I quickly diverted my eyes. “Will,” Monica said, “it is ok to look. If I didn’t want people to see me nude, I’d have a suit on.”
“Besides,” Ed said, “it’s only fair. I’ve been looking at Anne.”
“I hope you like what you see,” Anne said with a smile.
“You are very beautiful naked,” Ed said, smiling back.
“Thank you,” Anne said, sounding genuinely pleased.
“Will looks pretty good naked too,” Monica said. “You both look like athletes.”
“Past tense,” I said. “Anne was a diver and I played football. We both graduated in June.”
We followed Monica and Ed into the bar. We only had one towel, so we sat at a picnic table, Anne and me sharing a bench and the towel with our bare asses touching. Ed bought the first round. We sat and drank and talked. Monica and Ed were from Florida. They had been married about eight years. Ed said Monica’s parents had been nudists, so she was raised that way and had converted him when they started dating.
During our second round of drinks, Monica elaborated, “Ed’s right. My parents are nudists, and I was raised that it was perfectly ok to be naked pretty much anywhere people didn’t complain. But Mom also worked as a stripper to pay her way through college. According to what she’s told me, it wasn’t pasties and a g-string. She stripped completely nude on stage several times a night when she worked.”
“Monica’s mother is still a beautiful woman,” Ed added.
“I kind of envy her that experience,” Monica said. “I don’t think I’d want to do it night after night but stripping naked on a stage with people watching you sounds like it would be a blast to do once or twice.”
Ed laughed. “My wife is really an exhibitionist,” he said. “That’s part of what I love about her.”
Anne surprised me by saying, “yes, that would be fun to do.” I assumed that was the effect of alcohol. Anne wasn’t a big drinker.
The four of us had a couple more drinks, then went back out on the beach to let the sun bake the alcohol out of us. About three hours later, Anne and I decided to head back to the resort. Monica and Ed packed up their things too. They had rented a house for the week that was a bit down the hill and north of our resort. Naked, the four of us walked together back along the beach in the direction from which Anne and I had come hours, and a lifetime, earlier.
When we reached the big sign, Monica stopped. “We need to get dressed,” she said. “You won’t really get into trouble going nude on the clothed part of the beach, but it is inconsiderate.”
I put our beach bag down and dug out Anne’s bikini and my trunks. After she had her bikini on, Anne said, “I’ve worn bikinis for years, but now it just doesn’t feel right.”
“That’s the only bad thing about a nude beach,” Ed said, “having to get dressed when you leave.”
We walked with Monica and Ed back along the clothed beach and across the road. The four of us started up the hill. About halfway to the resort, Monica and Ed turned off onto a lane to their rented house. Once Anne and I were alone, she said, “I couldn’t say this in front of Monica and Ed, but having people see me naked is a huge tun on. I’m horny as hell. Let’s get back to the room.” That was all the incentive I needed to pick up my pace.
Our room was on the third floor of the resort. We were the only people in the elevator. Once the doors closed, Anne giggled and took her top off again. The third-floor hall was empty. Anne stepped out of the elevator, stopped, and pushed her bottoms to her feet. Stepping out of them, she told me, “Take those trunks off.” I followed directions. We walked naked, arm-in-arm, to our room at the end of the hall.
We began kissing and fondling each other as soon as our door closed. After couple of minutes, Anne wrapped a hand around my dick and led me to the bed. “Lie down,” I told her. She let go of my dick and lay on her back on the bed. I leaned over the edge of the bed, pushed her legs apart, lowered my head between her thighs, and began licking her outer lips.
As Anne began reacting, I shifted to sucking on her clit. She started bucking her hips and urgently said, “Will, I need you in me.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved up Anne’s body. As my dick approached her cunt, she grabbed me with both hands and guided me into her.
Sex with Anne was always a wonderful experience. She was in great shape and not at all passive. She also provided a lot of feedback on what she was feeling and didn’t hesitate to tell me if she wanted me to change something. When I hit the pace, intensity, and spots which worked best for her, she was very responsive.
We had been together long enough that we knew how to pace ourselves to have a long and delicious session. All of that went out the window that night. Anne was so excited, which excited me, that we both went at it without holding anything back. We came much too quickly, but my orgasm was so powerful I didn’t care. Based on Anne’s sounds and her convulsions, I think she had a powerful orgasm too.
We kissed for a long time after we came. Then, we showered together, dressed, and had dinner at the resort restaurant. Anne wanted to go back to the room right after dinner. Back in the room, she undressed me and then let me undress her. “Jesus,” Anne said, “I’m still horny!” I had no problem with that. She put me on my back on the bed and mounted me. While I still had to work, I enjoyed having her on top because it gave me a better view of her face, which became even more beautiful than usual during sex. We lasted a bit longer this time, but we both, again, had powerful orgasms. After we came, Anne just laid on top of me, with me still in her, and fell asleep. I slept surprisingly well with my naked bride on top of me.
Our room faced generally east. The flood of sunlight in the room early the next morning evidenced that we had forgotten to pull the curtains when we returned from the beach the day before. We stood naked in the large picture window, with arms around each other’s waists, and enjoyed the sight of the sun on the bay. After a few minutes, Anne giggled. “Will,” she said, “did you notice how the building curves?” Looking, I realized that the building curved enough that I could see into a room on the other end of our floor that had its curtains open. There was a floor above us. Looking up, I realized that some rooms on four had a good view into our room. As I looked, a woman opened the curtains of a room above us and to our right. She saw us, smiled, and waved. What could we do? We waved back.
To my great surprise, our phone rang in the room shortly after we came back from breakfast. It was Monica. “Good morning Will,” she said. “Ed and I will be at the beach in an hour. Do you want us to get the two of you lounge chairs?”
“Just a second,” I told Monica. To Anne, I said, “it’s Monica. She wants to know if we’re going back to the nude beach today.”
“Of course,” Anne answered with a smile. “Why wouldn’t we?” In fact, except for part of one day when we went into the main town on the island for a couple of hours, we spent every day of our honeymoon on the nude beach with Monica and Ed.
When we arrived at the beach that day, Monica and Ed had lounge chairs for us. As we spread out our towels, Ed asked, “have a good night last night?”
“Did we!” Anne said with emphasis.
Monica laughed and said, “some of the best sex Ed and I ever had was after our first time nude in public together.”
“Excluding last night,” Ed teased.
“True,” Monica replied.
Two other events stand out from that trip. Two days before we went home, we had only been on the beach for a short time when a catamaran beached itself. Monica said, “since it’s your honeymoon, Ed and I arranged a late wedding gift. That catamaran will take us out to that island and leave us for a few hours.” She pointed to a small, low islet with no trees way out where the bay opened into the ocean. “There are drinks and a picnic lunch. Come on!” We were surprised people we hand just met would do that for us, but we stood. I grabbed the beach bag, and we followed Monica and Ed.
The catamaran was crewed by a man and woman who, I guessed, were roughly our age. I started to get on the boat with our beach bag, but Monica stopped me. “All you need is your sunscreen and a couple of towels. Leave the rest of it here.”
“It’s safe,” the young woman said. “We will lock your things in our shed.” She pointed to small concrete block building with a steel door and a padlock behind the bar. “We provide towels,” she added.
I glanced at Anne. She smiled and nodded her head. I dug the sunscreen out of our bag and handed it to the young woman. Monica and Ed gave her theirs. We watched her open the shed, put our things in it, and lock it up. Naked, the four of us climbed onto the catamaran. The young man pushed it off the beach and spun the bow towards the open water. The young woman ran up a sail as the young man jumped aboard. In moments, we had caught breeze and were sailing away from the beach and all our clothes.
Monica and Ed lowered themselves into netting that ran between the two small hulls. “This is the best place to ride,” Ed told us. “You get some spray. Come on down.”
Anne and I carefully lowered ourselves onto the netting. It took some balance to walk on the netting. When I first let go of the hull and tried to, I fell and almost landed on top of Monica. After a few more clumsy moves, Anne and I were lying prone next to Monica and Ed.
“You’ve truly left your clothes behind,” Ed said.
“The towels are pretty small, so we’ll have nothing to cover up with if anyone else comes on the island,” Monica said.
Anne took my hand and squeezed it. “We wouldn’t want to cover up anyway,” she said. She was becoming a new and even more exciting Anne.
Once we were away from the beach, we caught a good breeze. We were at the islet much sooner than I expected. The crew dropped the sail and beached the catamaran. Ed and I carried the two coolers containing drinks and food. The young woman, who seemed to be in charge, told us, “It is almost 11:00 now. We will come back for you around 14:30, if that is ok.” It took me a second to realize she meant 2:30 p.m., that they’d be back in three and a half hours.
“That will be fine,” Ed told the crew. The young man pushed the boat off the beach and turned it to face towards the big island. They raised sail again and moved off.
As the catamaran moved away, Anne kissed my cheek. “This is romantic,” she said, “stranded naked on a Caribbean island.”
Monica and Ed had obviously been on this islet before. They gave us a quick tour. The islet was, maybe, 300 yards long and 60 or so yards wide. The ground rose from the water to a mound in the center of the islet. It was only a few feet above the sea, but it was high enough that, if you were at the waterline on one side, you couldn’t see the waterline on the opposite side of the islet. We could see our resort and the crowded beach, but not clearly enough to see exactly what people were doing. The islet, I found by digging with my toe, had a thin layer of sand over rock.
The surf was more pronounced on the seaward side of the islet. Anne and I cautiously waded in and were able to body surf a little. Monica and Ed sat on the beach watching us. After a while, Anne and I came out of the water. The towels we had were basically overgrown wash clothes, sufficient to sit on but not much else. Anne and I stood drip-drying. That was when I noticed that Monica was stroking Ed’s dick and Ed was fingering Monica.
Monica saw me looking and explained, “When Ed and I come out here, we always fuck.”
“That’s a good tradition,” Anne commented.
Something drew my attention towards the clothed part of the beach. I saw a small powerboat not too far from the islet, headed our way. “You may be doing it for an audience,” I said. “It looks like we’re getting company.”
Just a few minutes later, the skipper of the powerboat cut his motor and let the boat drift onto the islet’s beach. I saw the logo of another resort painted on the side of the boat. Four people got out, a middle-aged couple and a younger man and woman. All four were in swimwear. The skipper of the boat handed a cooler and what looked like a picnic hamper to the older man. Then, he pushed his boat off the beach, turned it around, and cranked up the motor. I was disappointed to see that the newcomers were staying.
Anne and I instinctively started moving towards the end of the islet opposite where the four people had landed. However, Monica and Ed stood up and started marching towards them. Anne and I turned and followed them tentatively.
Monica marched right up to the foursome and cheerily said, “Hello! Welcome to ….” (She said the name if the islet, a French word I can’t begin to spell out).
The foursome consisted of a tall, slender man with a receding hairline whom I guessed to be around 50; a mildly attractive woman whom I guessed was his wife and who looked a few years younger than the man; a very slender blonde girl in a bikini who looked to be about Anne’s and my age; and a thin but very fit looking young man who looked about the same age as the girl.
“Hello,” the older woman replied with a smile on her face.
“Why don’t you have any clothes on?” The older man asked aggressively.
“We’re nudists,” Monica replied pleasantly.
“Well, put something on. Our children don’t need to see this,” the man replied.
“We can’t,” Monica improvised. “We took the catamaran from the nude beach to get here. They won’t let you bring any clothes.”
“Cool!” the girl said.
“Well, go to the other side of the island and stay there,” the older man said. “My children don’t need to be exposed to your perversion!”
“Nice to meet you,” Monica replied sweetly. “Have a good picnic.” With that, she and Ed turned away. Anne and I followed them. I had the sense the clothed family was watching us closely.
The four of us walked to where we had left the coolers. We picked them up and walked to the farthest point on the islet away from the clothed family. We stopped at a spot where the rise in the center of the island blocked them from our view.
“They’re staying in a place with a nude beach,” Anne commented. “They have to expect to see naked people!”
“From a distance as bodies,” Monica said. “We were close enough that they had to see us as people. When people are naked, they’re supposed to be ashamed or humiliated. We weren’t and the older man didn’t know how to deal with that.”
We opened our coolers and began eating our lunch. Maybe forty minutes later, I heard footsteps in the sand. Looking over my right shoulder, I saw the boy and girl who were about my age walking along the beach. We were all sitting on our small towels facing the water. As the young people got closer, I noticed that Monica and Ed both spread their legs. They obviously wanted to be on full display for our visitors. After a moment, Anne and I followed suit.
The boy and girl walked along the waterline, stopping directly in front of us. “I’m Cristina,” the blonde said. “This is my brother Rob. Sorry about Dad. He’s a control freak and gets stressed when something happens which he didn’t expect.”
“Is he going to get angry that you’re here talking to us?” I asked.
“He won’t notice,” Rob said. “He’s got a satellite internet service and takes his ‘device’ with him everywhere so he can work. That’s what he’s doing now. Once he starts working, a bomb could go off and he wouldn’t notice.”
“Mom might notice,” Christina said, “but she’s laidback about everything. I guess she balances out Dad. She won’t care. What does it feel like to be out here naked?”
“Wonderful,” Monica said.
“This trip is the first time Will and I have gone naked outdoors with other people around us,” Anne said. “I wish we’d started doing it years ago.”
“You don’t mind people seeing your, uh, your pubes?” Christina asked.
“If we minded, we wouldn’t be naked,” Monica replied.
“Actually,” Anne said, “it is a great feeling knowing that people can see all of me. I wouldn’t have said that before this week.”
“Of course, you’re gorgeous,” Rob said, and then looked embarrassed.
“He’s right,” Christina added.
“Thank you,” Anne said.
“Please sit down and join us,” Monica said. “We still have some food left, and wine, if you’re old enough.”
“What’s the drinking age here?” Christina asked. “I’m twenty. Rob’s nineteen.”
“I’m sure that’s old enough,” Monica replied. “Please sit down and have a drink.”
“We’d better not,” Rob said. “Dad might smell it on our breath.”
“We’d rather stand so we can look at you, if that’s ok with you,” Christina said.
“Fine with us,” Monica replied. The rest of us nodded agreement.
Pointing at me, Christina said, “he has a very nice-looking dick.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“He’s my husband, of about five days,” Anne added.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Christina replied.
“Don’t be,” Anne said. “I like his dick a lot too.” Christina smiled.
We chatted with the brother and sister for a while. We learned that the family was from suburban Philadelphia, that Christina was a student at the main state university, and that Rob had just graduated high school and would be playing soccer at a college in New York. The pair asked a lot of questions about going nude. Anne and I let Monica and Ed answer since they had much more experience than we did.
We’d been talking for about half an hour when Christina suddenly said, “I really want to take my suit off and get in the water.”
“Do it!” Monica said.
“You up for it Rob?” Christina asked her brother.
“Uh,” Rob said, “you want me to get naked in front of you?”
“You perv me when I’m in the shower every time I come home,” Christina said, smiling. “I don’t mind, but it’s time to even up and let me get a look at you.”
“Uh,” Rob said.
“Rob, you’ll enjoy it,” Ed said.
“The water feels so much better when you are naked,” I added.
“I’m sure you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Anne said.
Christina had taken her top off. She had slim, nicely shaped legs and a flat stomach, but almost no breasts. With no hesitation at all, she pushed her bottoms off her hips, down her legs, and stepped out of them. She turned to face us, spread her feet slightly apart, and extended her arms out at her sides. “Rob’s seen it before,” Christina said. What do you think?”
In truth, Christina was not in the same league with Anne or Monica but, being polite, I said, “beautiful woman.”
“Agreed,” Ed said.
Our compliments seemed to please Christina. She turned to her brother and said, rather forcefully, “Rob, get those trunks off now!”
“Uh, I” Rob started.
“I know, you have a hard-on,” Christina said. “Let us all see it.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Rob,” Ed said. “It’s a natural reaction.”
In a flirty voice, Christina said, “I’ll take it as a compliment.” I wondered a bit about the brother-sister relationship. In a firmer voice, Christina said, “Rob, take your trunks off!”
Clearly embarrassed, Rob lowered his trunks. He was very hard, and about nine inches long. “Oh my!” Christina exclaimed.
“Rob,” Anne said, “you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”
Christina reached out, grabbed her brother’s hand, and led him into the sea. That gave us a view of Christina’s best physical feature: a perfectly shaped tight ass. As they moved farther away from us, Ed said, “nice ass.”
“Yes, it is,” Monica agreed.
Rob and Christina only stayed in the water about 15 minutes. Much of the time, they were very close to each other. I don’t know specifically what they were doing. That was none of my business.
Christina and Rob were both smiling as they came out of the water. Suddenly, Rob stopped and said, “oh shit!”
“I knew you two were going to go skinny-dipping once you saw these folks naked,” a female voice said from behind us. The older woman, presumably Christina and Rob’s mother, walked into view. As I said before, she was a mildly attractive woman in a tight one-piece that outlined a reasonable figure.
The older woman stepped in front of us. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Audrey Newkirk. I see you’ve met my wayward offspring. I did want to apologize for Hal. Your nudity caught us off-guard, and he gets very defensive when that happens. The more I thought about it, I decided you have the right idea. It makes more sense to be naked here than to wear a suit.”
“So, you’re not going to tell Dad we took our suits off?” Christina asked.
“As long as you don’t tell him that I did too,” Audrey said. She pulled the straps of her suit off her shoulders and wriggled it down her body. Audrey had a much more classically female body than her daughter, with only a few ounces of extra flesh visible. She turned and faced into the breeze coming off the water. “This feels great!” she exulted.
Christina was smiling. Rob’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw his mother naked.
Audrey waded out into the water a distance before diving headfirst. Christina and Rob hesitantly followed their naked mother into the sea. I got Anne some more wine and another small sandwich. When I looked out again, it looked like the three Newkirks were hugging.
They stayed in the water for a time before Audrey led her children in. The water dripping off her full breasts was a nice sight. Audrey caught me looking and smiled.
“We better get back,” Audrey sad. “Hal’s probably made his million for the day. Once he gets bored, he’ll come looking for us. Hal came be something of a prude. Chrissy, Rob, hold your suits under water for a minute or so. If we show up with wet hair and dry suits, even your father will figure out we went swimming in the buff.” Audrey picked up her suit and followed her own advice.
Once all three of the Newkirks were dressed, Audrey said, “It was very good to meet you. Thank you for inspiring us to get naked.”
“Nice to meet the three of you, too,” I said.
Audrey smiled and said, “I hope it was also nice to see us. We enjoyed seeing you.”
“Very much,” Christina added.
Audrey and her children started back to the other side of the islet. “That was nice,” Monica said, “a mother and her young adult children getting naked together.”
Ed said, “if I’m right, we’ve got just enough time to keep our streak alive before the catamaran comes back.” He reached out and began rubbing a finger over one of Monica’s nipples.
Monica asked, “Anne, Will, do you mind if we fuck here on the beach?”
I looked at Anne. “No,” she replied, “as long as you don’t mind if we do too”.
Monica turned her head back to her husband and kissed him. I saw her hand go between his legs.
I didn’t get time to watch Monica and Ed. Anne wrapped a hand around the base of my dick and ran it slowly up to my head. I looked at her smiling face. “When in Rome?” she asked. I kissed her and reached between her legs.
When everyone was aroused, all four of us moved towards the water to be on the less abrasive wet sand. Anne and Monica lay on their backs a couple of feet apart with their legs pointing towards the water. Ed and I were both hard. He looked at me, smiled, and then mounted Monica. I knelt, leaned over Anne, and let her guide my dick into her.
Anne and I had made love outdoors once before, at night when we were camping. Doing it on a beach in the afternoon of a bright, sunny day was very different. We had never made love with another couple also fucking next to us. Rather than causing embarrassment or distraction, the sounds Monica and Ed made were stimulating to us.
Anne and I were both very close to coming. I happened to raise my head just before that happened. Several yards away, on the crown of the islet’s small rise, I saw Audrey and Christina watching us. Audrey gave me a thumbs up. Christina blew a kiss. Then Anne and I both came.
After we had all come, we washed off in the sea. I told Anne, Monica, and Ed we had been watched. “Nothing wrong with that,” Monica said. “I’m happy for anyone to see how much pleasure Ed and I give each other.”
Anne took one of my hands in both of hers. “I agree with Monica,” she said. Then she kissed me on the lips.
Looking towards the nude beach, I could see the catamaran with sail up. We gathered our trash, put it in one of the coolers, and walked back to where they had left us off a few hours ago. When the catamaran beached, Gustav, the deckhand, was nude. Once we got aboard, I saw that Yvonne, the very cute captain, was nude also. Yvonne smiled at me. “We saw there were textiles on the island. We always sail nude when that happens.” Yvonne looked much better nude than clothed. I had always thought that was true about Anne. I was learning that it was true for most women.
Anne and I had arrived on the island on a Sunday and were flying out the following Sunday. It just so happened that Monica and Ed were leaving on the same flight to San Juan. The night before we left, Monica and Ed took us to dinner at a small beachside restaurant in a small town on the northwest side of the island. Of course, we would have to be clothed. However, Monica put one condition on their invitation to us: “No underwear!”
Dressing in our room, I had started with a polo shirt and long pants. “No, no,” Anne told me. “Get those slacks off and put a pair of shorts on. Otherwise, what does it matter whether you’re wearing underwear?” Once again, I did as I was told.
I waited as Anne got ready in the bathroom. She came out with her hair brushed behind her ears and a flower over one ear. She wore a flower-print sundress that was hemmed more than halfway up her thighs and that was cut low in front. It was obvious she want’s wearing a bra but, with her firm breasts, that didn’t matter except for the outline of her nipples through the dress.
When Anne knew she had my attention, she did a quick spin and asked, “What do you think?” She looked exquisite and I said so. She gathered up the hem of her dress in her hands and spun again. She was, of course, naked under the dress. Her covered top and bare lower body was compelling. I stood up, walked to her, and hugged her. She let her dress fall back into place and reached a hand up one of the legs of my shorts. She grasped my dick with one hand while she used the other to push the leg of my shorts up until my dick was sticking out. She stepped back, looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then said, “that’s a good look for you.”
Anne stepped back close to me and started rubbing a finger over my exposed dickhead. The room phone rang. I picked it up and the girl at the front desk said, “Mrs. Brewer is here for you.”
Anne stroked me through my shorts as we rode down the elevator. I had to walk through the lobby with a visible hard-on. Monica was waiting for us by the front desk. She also wore a sundress, although hers was beige and was shorter than Anne’s. Just as we reached Monica, she said, “Oh dear! I dropped something.” She turned her back to us and bent over. Her short dress rode up over her bare ass exposing her pussy and asshole. I looked. Monica was a sexy woman. Then I glanced at the young lady behind the desk. She had seen Monica’s gambit too and was smiling.
Monica straightened up and turned back to us with a broad smile on her face. “I do enjoy showing off in public,” she said. “Ed’s in the car outside.”
Ed had the car under the portico that extended from the resort’s front door. Monica stopped us before we got into the car. She bent slightly, grabbed the hem of Anne’s dress, and lifted. There were other people around, all of whom got a look at my wife bare from her waist to her feet. Monica dropped the dress and said, “I had to make sure you are in compliance.” Anne was smiling. I think she enjoyed being exposed. Monica came to me, unzipped my shorts, and pulled my dick and balls out. “Stay that way until we get to the restaurant,” she said. I shrugged and followed Anne into the back seat of the rental car.
We were all decent when we walked into the restaurant. The maître d’ obviously knew Monica and Ed. He led us through the indoor dining room and out onto a porch with tables. A part of the porch wrapped around the corner of the building. There was one table around the corner. It still had a view of the beach, but the building screened it from the other tables. The maître d’ seated us there, handed out menus, and said in accented English, “Of course, Monique will be your server.”
“Excellent!” Ed replied.
As soon as the maître d’ rounded the corner out of sight, Monica stood, unbuttoned the front of her dress, and let it hang from her arms, exposing her bare body.
“Damn,” Anne said. “My dress doesn’t have buttons.”
“Just take it off,” Monica said. “We know Monique. She won’t care.”
Anne looked at me. After a moment, she started to smile. She stood and pulled her dress over her head, leaving herself naked but for her sandals. Going nude on a nude beach was one thing. By undressing in a restaurant, Anne had broken another barrier. I knew I was going to have to join her.
“Will?” Monica said. I didn’t say anything. I just stood up and pulled my shirt over my head. I laid it on the back of my chair and undid the hook at the top of my shorts. I unzipped my shorts, let them fall to my feet, and stepped out of them. I looked at Anne, who was smiling broadly. As I sat back down, I was surprised to realize that I was excited by being nude in a place where you’re expected to wear clothes.
Just as I sat down, our server came around the corner. I still think Anne is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. However, Monique was a close second. She had dark brown hair framing a face that was both innocent and sexy, if that makes sense. Her tight top had a deep vee showing the tops of her nice-sized breasts. A very fit pair of tan legs showed below her short skirt.
Monica stood up as Monique came to our table. The two women hugged. “It’s so good to see you again,” Monica said. Ed stood up. I noticed he was now wearing only his shirt. Monique hugged him and gave him a quick kiss. “Anne, Will,” Monica said, “stand up and meet our friend Monique.” Anne and I stood.
“Looking at me, “Monique said, “You have a very nice body.” Turning to Anne, she said, “and you are very beautiful.
“Anne and Will just got married,” Monica explained. “They are on their honeymoon.”
Monique looked at each of Anne and me again. She smiled and said, “If you stay as you are now all the time you are together, you will have a joyous marriage.”
I looked at Anne. She grinned back at me. We hadn’t talked about it yet, but we both knew we’d be spending as much of our lives together naked as possible.
As Anne and I sat back down, Monique told Monica and Ed, “I am so sorry we could not schedule this week. We were booked Monday through Wednesday and then Ruud was not feeling well and could not drive the boat for the last three days.”
For our benefit, Ed explained that “Monique’s day job is as a scuba diving guide. Ruud, her partner, operates their boat. Usually, when Monica and I come to the island, we spend a day or two diving with Monique.”
Monique smiled again and added, “Monica and Ed prefer to dive with just mask, air tank, and fins; otherwise naked. That is how I prefer to dive so it works out very well.”
I immediately imagined Monique naked except for her dive gear, then had a pang of conscience over my mental disloyalty to Anne. I looked at Anne, who was looking at me with a grin.
“Anne, Will, do you scuba dive?” Monique asked.
“No, we’ve never been taught,” I said.
“I am also a certified instructor,” Monique said. My certification is good in the USA too. Perhaps I can teach you next week? I know a place we can do that and none of us will have to wear swimsuits. Since you are friends of Monica and Ed, I will not charge.”
“That is very nice of you,” I replied.
“But we are flying home tomorrow,” Anne added.
“Too bad,” Monique said. “I will teach you on your next trip here. Monica, Ed, I have time we can schedule for next week.”
“We are going home tomorrow too,” Monica said.
“So bad!” Monique said. “In that case, what may I bring you to drink?”
The wine and food, fish Monique assured us had been caught that day, was outstanding. Over my protests, Ed insisted on paying the bill. When we finished the meal, we all dressed to walk back through the restaurant.
The sun had just gone down as we exited the restaurant. “Let’s walk down the beach,” Monica said. We turned and walked along the side of the restaurant until we reached the beach. There was a breeze. Monica unbuttoned her dress again and let the breeze blow if back from her body. Ed slid his shorts off again.
“But” I said, “this isn’t a nude beach, is it?”
“No,” Monica replied, “but this is French territory. The French don’t get upset about bare bodies like we do in the States. If anyone complains, which is unlikely, and the police come, even more unlikely, all they will do is politely ask you to put your clothes on.”
That assurance was all Anne and I needed. Anne pulled her dress over her head, and I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts. “Give those here,” Monica said. We handed Monica our clothes and she stuffed them into her large purse. Anne and I walked, naked and holding hands, past the other restaurants and bars along this stretch of beach.
It was growing darker but there were people on the verandas of the other establishments, eating, drinking, or both. It was not dark enough, and we were not far enough away, to avoid being seen. As we walked by one place, several people were eating at tables on the veranda. A female voice called out, “love your outfits!” Several people applauded us. Walking past another establishment, someone whistled, presumably at Anne and Monica. Because I was watching the bars and restaurants, I knew many people had seen us who stayed quiet.
We reached the end of the row of restaurants and bars along the beach after walking, roughly, the equivalent of two city blocks. In front of us was a dimly lit marina. “So,” Monica said, “what do you think Anne and Will? Being seen nude is a lot of fun, isn’t it?”
“Before this week,” Anne started, “I would have said that anyone who answered that question ‘yes’ had something wrong with them. But it really is fun and exciting to have people see my bare tits, my bare ass, and my cunt. And I love people looking at Will’s dick. Am I a sicko?”
“You’re not,” I said quickly.
“No, you are just learning that the taboo on nudity and fear of sex is absurd,” Ed said.
“The human body is beautiful,” Monica said, “and some of the nicest parts are the parts we were taught to cover up. Besides, it is a lot more fun to live the way we do than to be ‘moral’ the way that term is used at home.”
We walked back up the beach. A few people waved at us. We waved back. We went out into the street as we were and got into the rental car. Anne and I sat nude in the back seat. Our clothes were still in Monica’s purse. Anne and I kissed and played with each other some n the ride back.
As Ed started the rental car up the hill towards our resort, Monica said, “it’s still pretty early. Our flight doesn’t leave until ten. We’ll have plenty of time if we’re at the airport by 8:30. Why don’t you guys have a drink at our place?”
Before Anne or I said anything, Ed had turned onto the lane leading to their rented house. As we got out, Monica said, “I’ll give you your clothes inside, but you can’t put them on until you leave.” That was fine with Anne and me.
The house was a one-story structure built on the side of the hill. The furnishings and interior were very modern, lots of glass, chrome, and dark stone. The really nice thing was that the side of the house facing the bay was entirely glass, with a balcony outside that ran the length of that side of the house. Ed took off his shirt and Monica took off her dress. “You go out on the balcony,” Ed said. “I’ll make us drinks.”
Ed didn’t ask what we wanted and, frankly, Anne and I were too absorbed by enjoying the panoramic view in our birthday suits to care. Ed came out after a minute carrying four large glasses on a tray. Each glass was full of a pinkish-yellow liquid. “Mango and pineapple juice with dark rum,” Ed announced. “And a small kicker.” I didn’t know what that meant, but Monica gave Ed a look then began grinning.
Anne and I stood side-by-side leaning on the balcony rail, sipping our drinks. No one said anything for a few moments. I finally said, “this is as good as it gets.”
“No,” Monica said, “it could be better. We could be fucking.”
“Shit,” Anne said, “you had to say that! I was already getting horny.” I was growing erect, too. I took a large gulp of the sweet drink, thinking the alcohol would dampen my reaction. Anne took a large swallow also.
“Uh,” Monica said, “spirit of full disclosure. Ed put something in our drinks.”
Smiling, and with a hard-on himself, Ed said, “It has different names in different places. It is supposed to excite the parts of the brain that control sexual response and enhance your tactile sensations. A doctor friend has told me there is absolutely no scientific basis for that.”
“But,” Monica said, “we use it a lot and it always works for us.” Monica was rubbing one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. “And we’ve never noticed any side effects.”
“Is it legal?” I asked.
“It is here,” Ed replied. “Not in the US.”
“It’s safe?” Anne asked.
“Sure,” Monica replied.
Anne finished her drink in one swallow. Seeing her smile, I did the same. Whether it was what Ed put in the drink or just a placebo effect, I don’t know, but I was suddenly very hard and wanted nothing so much in the world as to have my dick inside Anne.
Anne looked at me. Her face was flush. “I know,” she said breathlessly. “I can’t help it,” she said. She turned, leaned over the balcony rail, and said, “Will, please fuck me right now!”
I came up to Anne’s beautiful ass. She spread her legs a little. I shoved my dick in her cunt and began pumping.
I heard Monica say, “Ed, they have such a lovely idea. Let’s do it too.”
Again, I can’t say if it was biochemical or all in my head, but it seemed like I felt the walls of Anne’s vagina more intensely than I ever had before. Anne started gasping. “Oh my God!” she said. “Will, go faster! I need to come right now!”
I started moving back and forth inside Anne faster than I’d ever fucked her before. She was gasping and bucking her ass against me. To add to the overall sensation, Monica let out a low, incredibly sexy growl. Way too soon, I felt myself ready to shoot. As I came, Anne let out a scream and her whole body tensed, then relaxed. We stood there for a time, panting. Anne was bent over the balcony rail, and I was still in her. To my left, I heard Monica and Ed fucking.
I finally wrapped my arms around Anne and stepped back from the balcony rail. My dick slipped out and hung pressed against her ass. We watched Ed hump Monica from behind. Seeing our new friends giving each other such pleasure was a thing of beauty.
Monica finally came with a loud moan. The jerks of Ed’s body told us he had ejaculated. After a moment, they separated and turned to face us. Monica was still flush, and her large nipples remained erect.
“Sorry,” Anne said. “We shouldn’t have watched.”
“Of course, you should watch,” Monica asked. “Knowing people are watching makes it hotter for us.”
Ed said, “the problem with that stuff is you tend to orgasm quickly until you’re used to it.”
“But it was a very intense orgasm, wasn’t it?” Monica asked. Anne and I both nodded our heads.
After a few more minutes, Ed said, “I better get you back to your resort before it gets too late.” We followed him inside. He picked up the car keys and headed towards the door without putting anything on. Anne and I followed, also naked.
“Don’t forget your clothes,” Monica said. I was grateful for that because our room key was in my shorts pocket.
Naked, I got into the front passenger seat and Anne sat on my lap. It took, maybe, three minutes for Ed to drive to the front of the resort. Anne and I got out of the car naked. Ed said, “we’ll pick you up at 7:45.” Anne and I walked through the resort lobby and rode up the elevator naked. At that point, neither of us wanted anything to do with clothes. We both wanted everyone around to see us in our nude glory.
We got to the airport in plenty of time. After passing customs/immigration and paying our departure fees, Ed went off. He came back with boarding passes for four seats together. “We’re in the middle aisle,” he said, “but the gate agent assures me there is no one else in that row.”
We had time to kill, so we went into an airport coffee shop. Monica sat on a tall stool at the counter. After we’d all ordered our coffees, Monica turned to face us. She was wearing another of her sundresses with buttons up the front. She undid the bottom two buttons, and we could see her bare mound. Monica smiled at us.
Anne was standing next to me. She was wearing a tank top and shorts. After a couple of sips of coffee, she said, “excuse me a moment” and walked to the ladies’ room across the concourse. She was back quickly with something balled in her fist. “Put those in your carry-on bag,” she told me as she handed me her bra and panties.
On the flight to San Juan, Anne and I exchanged contact information with Ed and Monica: mailing addresses, e-mail addresses, landline and cell phone numbers. Ed and Monica also gave us the address of their Facebook page. “That’s pretty tame,” Monica said. “Facebook doesn’t let you get racy. However, you may enjoy what we have up on this site.” She wrote down a web address for a platform I’d never heard of before.
“We really do want to see you two again,” Ed said.
“Especially if you like what we have on that site,” Monica added.
We had to connect to different flights in San Juan. Before we went to our different gates, Monica gave me a tight hung and a kiss. Monica’s body under the sheer dress felt nice, not as nice as Anne, but still very nice.
Ed gave Anne a hug and kiss. He also squeezed her ass with one hand. Anne didn’t seem to mind.
As we waited to board our flight back to the continental US, Anne said, “Will, you know I loved you passionately before we took this trip. Still, I think we’ve learned some things about ourselves and each other that are going to make this a fantastic marriage.” Anne lowered her voice and added, “we need to spend as much of our time together naked as possible.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I said. “I didn’t think it could be possible, but I love you even more than I did a week ago.”
Anne smiled. “But,” she asked, “do you think I look good naked?”
I pulled Anne to me. We kissed. We were still kissing when they called our row to board.