I was just married and living on the east shore not too far from the shores.

My wife (at the time), was a dark haired Italian who could lie out in the sun and tan all day. I’m fair haired and nordic and will get a sunburn in the fog. Naturally, she enjoyed going to the beach, and I did not. I’d go to make her happy, but did not actually appreciate it, but I did enjoy looking at the lovely ladies. Nevertheless, enough was enough and even the bikini babes did not make it worth while. One day I was talking to my downstairs neighbor and he told me of a popular nude beach just a 45 minute drive away. Hmmm. The sex at home was OK, but it might always be better. My fantasies were running wild, while I had a wife who was babealicious. We had beach girl off, so I chose to drive out to the nude beach on my first chance. Not wanting to be found out, I slathered SPF 5000 all over my body before getting in the car.
I drove to the proper parking lot in the National Park and began walking in the direction of the alleged nude beach. In a couple of minutes I started to see a smattering of nude people, and then promptly ended up in a veritable amusement park of nudity. Now a variety of folks will let you know how the nudity is no big deal and they go to these shores for the “awareness of liberty”. They might be telling the truth, but for me, its a resort area of eye candy.
Fat, thin, saggy, perky, shaved, bushy, cellulite, smooth, Brunettes, Blondes, Black women, Asians,cut, uncut, proud, and self-conscious. I was in paradise and I ‘d just been there for 10 minutes. I staked out my patch of sand and pretended to read a book. Luckily, I’d jerked off so much in anticipation of the visit that I didn’t get a hardon. Nonetheless, I saw at least one man which was proudly marching along the seashore with a raging boner. The next day I went back. I had masturbation memories to last a life merely from those two visits.
A few weeks after my wife suggested that we visit the seashore. I described to her that because I burn so readily that it actually needed 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, particularly when I mentioned that I had been to the nude beach 3 times in the last two weeks. She eventually recognized that I was serious, but she’d just 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, cabins, snack bar, etc., and they permitted day visitors. We drove out there on our next common day off. Checking in was done by a clothed gentleman. As soon as we got to the parking lot nonetheless, most folks were naked. I began to strip down as soon as I got out of the automobile. Joan was somewhat timid, but as soon as I explained that she’d attract more attention clothed than bare, she too stripped down. Joan had dark and curly long hair, a healthy body, small breasts with large nipples, and also a neatly trimmed patch.
We quickly found some free lounge chairs and staked out our small plot of grassy heaven. By this time I had become quite adept at pretending I was reading, or asleep, as I loved the ever changing scenery. Of course I needed to walk around alot, particularly whenever I wanted to check out a woman who demanded further unobtrusive recognition. It was on this day that I decided that the generally “perfect” girls were really boring, when you take their clothes off they all seem the same. I started to realize 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 seeing a middle aged girl read a Playgirl magazine as she instinctively swung open and closed her legs constantly. A young lady in the open shower was being soaped up by her partner who had a huge hardon that she pretended not to see. Another woman 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 cabin within minutes of her presenting herself to him. A wonderful young woman was sitting with her legs crossed as she spoke with another lady. As I walked by them I could see her pussy lips certainly open and damp.
It was all way too much.
I went into the restroom and fast jerked off. She was sitting not to much from us and would unconsciously rub her arms across her nipples every couple of minutes (I later had a girlfriend who would do the very same thing when she was horny as hell [she was constantly horny]).
Wow! She was steaming hot. I got an instant hardon and she was already so drenched that it slid in easily. I fucked her standing up, against a tree, in the middle of a trail. Anyone could have walked up on us, and maybe did. We were to busy to see.
From then on we only went to this area, sometimes four weekends in a month. We consistently let a cottage, and we always screwed at least three times a day. It has provided years of wondeful memories.

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