Anyone who's been in love knows that magic is real.
*****
The cool evening settles in, sprinkling magic in the form of dappled sunlight down through treetops and onto the leafy trail comprising the Enchanted Path.
The Enchanted Path traces a whimsical half mile around the edge of Briar Heaven, home to dozens of year-round resident nudists as well as a handful of vacationing visitors. What they share in common include a blissful holiday from clothing, and a positive attitude.
Naked walkers along the Enchanted Path encounter whimsical little surprises; strings of solar-powered twinkling lights hang down, and the hollows and nooks of tree trunks host a variety of mythical creatures. One might encounter a small basket of homemade charms, free for the taking, silently guarded by a wooden elf. Perhaps a troll or gnome has a poem or trinket for those enjoying a nude stroll.
This magical evening, as twilight softly descends, a loving couple enters the Enchanted Path from one end. They don't know it yet, but a third solitary figure enters the path from the other end, at about the same time.
*****
My name is Noah, and I know full well that I'm luckier than most. I'm in love with my wife and best friend, Kimberly, and have been for many years. Not only does she take good care of me in a dozen different ways, but she doesn't seem to mind doing so.
We're older but I don't think we give people the impression that we're OLD old. Our friends certainly know how devoted we are to each other.
My wife Kimberly is a lovely woman with the shade of silver hair that young women hope they will someday have, and a gorgeous womanly body. Some men go for the rail-thin fashion model types, flat-chested, unsmiling women who look like teenage boys with pretty hair. Not me. Kimberly is my beautiful ideal, with great shapely legs, an awesome backside, and big bountiful tits. Put simply, just looking at her makes me hard.
Years ago when we started going to resorts, we took to the nudist lifestyle right away. Now we smile and greet the other friendly folks of all shapes and sizes, surrounded by beautiful breasts, dangling cocks and open-minded dispositions.
The other thing you should know about my beautiful wife is that she loves giving me blowjobs. She has sucked me off in countless places over the years, private, semi-private and public. We went through a very active road head phase, when I would barely have the car out of the driveway before she was diving for my zipper, drawing out my dick and taking it deep in her mouth. I remember one car trip we took when she announced to me that my penis was going to be in her mouth at least once in every county we drove through, and my naughty blowjob queen wife was true to her word.
"I love sucking your cock," she tells me, and while I suppose there are some women who say that without really meaning it, I have no doubt that my wife means what she says.
*****
"Beautiful night," Kimberly says to Noah, holding his hand as they enter the Enchanted Path on that magic evening. Kim's large breasts sway and jiggle with each step, and Noah's ample cock shifts a bit against his large testicles as he walks; he sneaks little sideways glances, enjoying the motion of his wife's gorgeous tits.
"Indeed it is," Noah replies, before calmly breathing in a nice stream of fresh air. "This is always fun."
Back in the sad land of mandatory clothing, the Enchanted Path would seem quaint, perhaps silly. But there's something about being nude and holding hands; enter the gates of Eden's garden, let yourself relax a bit, let the magic filter down.
The path includes a few little spurs, side paths and switchbacks, but directional progress is inevitable. No one has ever been reported lost after entering the Enchanted Path.
At the base of a tree Noah and Kimberly stop and examine a couple of Mason jars containing shiny little beaded bracelets. "Take us with you and we'll bring you good luck!" is inscribed on an old-fashioned parchment scroll sculpted onto the hand of a friendly gnome with a large pointed nose.
Toward the other end of the Enchanted Path the tree cover is a bit heavier, the shadows deeper, but there's still plenty of light. The friendly figure there had walked this trail with his wife the last couple of evenings, but tonight she felt like staying a bit longer in the swimming pool, so his is a solo stroll.
An onlooker would be struck by how tall and muscular he is, and how graceful his stride; his dark skin brings less visible discernment between his body and the shadows he is slowly striding through, but there is the unmistakable silhouette of a massive penis leading the way as he walks. Its startling heft and girth hangs heavily, halfway to his knees.
*****
There always seemed to be a bit of magic in the air when Kimberly and I went to Briar Heaven, the first nudist resort either of us ever visited. We remember driving slowly up to the big wooden gate; the "are we really doing this?" looks we gave each other before pressing the call button for entry. The slow retraction of the gate was like an opening curtain into a new world, like Dorothy's first glimpse of Technicolor Oz, or Alice's trip through the looking glass.
We marveled at how we left suitcases of unnecessary clothes in the car. We laugh now about that breathless "Well, here goes!" moment of first exiting our small cabin into the sunlight, walking down the lane wearing nothing but sandals, our "personal towels" in hand.
Even though we caught the nudism bug later in life, our intimate life has long been marked by undying affection and graceful good humor. Couples in love should celebrate joy and laughter, and we have always cracked each other up.
Like other couples, we have long indulged in good-natured teasing about which of our friends or co-workers would earn either of us a "hall pass," and predictions and confessions regarding who we find attractive.
Over time this has led to delightful fantasy pillow talk, outrageous group sex tales involving friends and acquaintances. Even just attractive passersby may lead either of us to begin weaving a naughty tale to arouse the other.
For example, I might pause while licking her sweet shaved cunt, just long enough to recount the latest fictional chapter about her attending poker night with me and sucking off all the guys.
Or she might take a cock ride on me telling me which of her friends I should fuck while she watches.
Even though we're devotedly faithful to each other, there's no harm in hot fantasy world-building. Plus it reliably makes her wetter and me harder.
She had always been fond of telling me, "I love sucking your cock," but with all this wild storytelling I heard her subtly change her word emphasis. "I love sucking YOUR cock," she'd say, as if I needed the reassurance that I was the sole lucky recipient of her cocksucking skills.
One day we were back at home in the real world. She looked up from her iPad and asked me about something she had just read.
"Hey, did you know about the pineapple thing?" she asked.
I looked up from my screen, over my glasses.
"You mean how drinking pineapple juice will make my cum taste better? Would you like me to start doing that?" I asked.
"No, I love the taste when you fill my mouth. I mean the upside-down pineapple thing."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"It says here that if you see a pineapple hanging upside down, that's a sign that the couple living there swings."
Feeling facetious, I asked, "People with porch swings like to eat pineapple?"
"Don't be silly. It means they're swingers. You know, the guy fucks me while you fuck his wife."
"And they advertise it? Like a welcome mat for horny people?"
"Yep, apparently." Kimberly paused in thought. "The next time we go to Briar Heaven, we need to keep a lookout for upside down pineapples outside the cabins and trailers that people live in year-round."
"So the guy can fuck you and I can fuck his wife?"
"Not necessarily, it's just interesting to think about, that's all." She set her iPad aside, walked over and removed my laptop, also setting it aside.
"I love sucking YOUR cock," she purred. She knelt down on the floor in front of me, reached up and unzipped me. "Let's see if you've been drinking your pineapple juice."
*****
The man strolling by himself under the gathering twilight is reviewing in his mind the wonderful time he and his wife are having at Briar Heaven, and the disappointment at their pending departure the following morning. They'd been spending time in the pool, at the cafe, and here on the Enchanted Path, but by chance he and his wife had not encountered Noah or Kimberly.
His wife was more of an extrovert, but he, despite his impressively imposing outward appearance, was more shy and self-effacing. In his quiet reverie he continues a leisurely pace toward the mid-point of the Enchanted Path.
Meanwhile, Kimberly and Noah also make progress to the magical mid-point. They pause for a kiss under an old large tree, in front of a fanciful mermaid statue.
