A gay story: Married Couple at the Beach Ch. 01
“You sure you’re up for this?” my wife Carla asked as we looked at the sign stating to our left was the “textile beach” and to the right the clothing optional one.
“Up for it,” I answered. “Is what worries me.”
“If it happens, it happens,” Carla replied, as she put her fists to her hips in a super hero pose. “I’ll protect you. No one’s going to make fun of my man for getting a boner.”
We went right.
We made it about ten steps before Carla stopped.
“I don’t know if we’re supposed to wait until we get to our spot or not,” she said, pulling down the bottoms of her bathing suit. “But I want to get naked now.”
Her top quickly followed the bottoms into her shoulder bag.
“Oh that feels much better,” she said as she ran her hands over her big boobs. “Are you going to join me?”
Relying on the “I’ll never see any of these people again” concept for life, I shrugged my shoulders, reached down and dropped my shorts.
I figured if I got hard, I had the ice chest to cover me and I’d deal with hiding it once we found a spot…..
Up until then, Carla and I had been practicing “home nudist” for about a year and a half.
“We’re nudists now,” Carla told me after I came home to find her on our living room couch, completely nude reading a book. “So be a good husband, go get undressed and bring me a glass of wine when you come back.”
Being the dutiful husband I am, I quickly complied.
By the time I hung up my suit, made a side trip to the kitchen for wine and beer and had time to think about it my cock had begun to swell.
“You’re hard,” Carla teased as I handed the wine glass to her.
“Of course I am,” I told her. “You’re naked.”
“It’s weird when your man has a thing tummy rolls and droopy boobs,” she replied, running her hands over her stomach and boobs. “But it does make me feel better about myself.”
“So why are we nudists now?”
“I read an article online today,” Carla started. “A woman was telling about how she and her husband became nudists and how much it helped her with her body image and how much it improved their sex life.”
“I didn’t think we needed improvement,” I lied.
“Really?” she replied. “I thought about it a lot today and I realize, I’ve been unhappy with my body and I’ve pulled away from you. I’m sorry for that and I think things are going to change. It was scary at first, but once I started getting used to the idea wandering around the house naked, for the first time in a long time I felt kind of sexy again.”
“I think you look great,” I told her.
“Would you like to hear what else I did today?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Like I said, once I got used to the idea of being naked,” she started. “I started getting turned on and…well, I started playing with myself.”
The thought made my cock swell even more.
“Oh you like that,” Carla commented as she watched my erection twitch. “I was making the bed and as I put the sheet on I bumped my pussy against the corner of the mattress. It felt nice and sent tingles all through my body. So I pressed up against it again. God! It felt good. I rocked my hips and it felt even better…”
My cock was rock hard!
“I started pulling on my nipples, like this,” she continued, demonstrating by pulling and twisting them. “Grinding my clit against the soft material had me so close to cumming…Then the thought of “You’re fucking a mattress, you dizzy slut!” crossed my mind. I got embarrassed and stopped.”
“What a crime,” I interjected.
“Oh, so it would have been alright with you if I made myself climax, humping our bed?”
“Good God. Yes!”
“Duly noted,” she smiled. “Start helping with laundry and maybe I’ll put on a show for you some day. So anyway, I forced myself to stop and finish making the bed. I ended up taking a few breaks to play with my pussy, but eventually I got it done. After I finished in there, I went back to the laundry room, gathered up the wet clothes and hung them to dry…”
“You went outside naked?”
“Of course, I’m a nudist now,” she answered with a grin and a shake of her boobs. “I loved it. It was thrilling to be completely naked out there. Nothing to cover up with had someone looked over their fence, I loved it so much I decided to water the plants….mmmm… walking around the back yard, playing with my pussy as I filled each pot. I felt so sexy. When I came back inside and started on the kitchen I noticed the breakfast counter was almost the perfect height.”
“Perfect height for what?” I asked, having an idea what the answer would be.
“I thought, if I got up on my tip toes a little,” she answered. “I could grind my pussy on the corner.”
“Did you?”
“Of course, I had to know,” she told me. “The cold, hard tile felt really good on my soft…wet…pussy. I wanted to cum so bad….”
“Did you?”
Yeah I was getting in a rut with my end of the conversation.
“Of course not!” she answered sharply. “How do you think that would have made the mattress feel not going all the way with it but then going out and fucking the counter? What kind of person do you think I am? But no I didn’t. I easily could have, but my original plan was to get all horned up and save it for when you got home. But that didn’t work out…”
“What happened?”
“After deciding not to consummate my affair with the counter,” she continued. “I buckled down and got the kitchen clean and vacuumed. By the time I was done I was sweaty and more than a little ripe, so I went to take a shower. I figured with the new me, I’d start getting better with my girl grooming. I shaved my legs. Not just to my knees, but all the way up. I figured while I was there, I’d tame the jungle between my legs a bit. At first I just shaved the edges, pretty much what I do for a bathing suit. Then I decided to go a little more bare and ended up with about an inch wide…what do you guys call it?…A landing strip. When I got out of the shower and looked at my pussy in the mirror, I hated it…So I got back in the shower and shaved it all off…Surprise!”
She turned her body towards me and spread her legs, revealing her completely smooth vagina.
I’d asked her to shave, from time to time over the years and the request had always been met with a staunch; “No!” But there she was, totally bald, running her fingers over her very obviously wet slit.
Seeing she’d shaved was a huge turn on alone, but it was amplified watching her touching herself. Something else she’d never done in front of me before.
She never denied masturbating, but she’d never talk about it or let me watch her. In her mind it was a “personal thing”.
“When I was done shaving,” she told me as she rubbed her fingers over her clit. “and washing away the soap, I couldn’t stop myself. I turned the showerhead to massage and let the water pound away at between my legs until I climaxed…twice.”
“So the showerhead is your new boyfriend?”
“Oh it’s always been my side piece,” she laughed. “I hope the mattress and counter aren’t jealous.”
I watched as she continued rubbing her fingers up and down her slit.
“Have you ever been with a girl who shaved?” she asked.
“No,” I answered. “Other than pictures, I’ve never actually seen one.”