From Fantasy to Reality in The Naked City -- Part 1
A shy wife confronts her trepidation in Cap d'Agde.
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Author's Note: This is the continuation of the journey of a mature couple attempting to preserve the passion in their marriage. This 11-part series records our 3-day holiday at Cap d'Agde, France (a.k.a. The Naked City) as this couple continues its 'sexploration' of new erotic adventures to see where the journey takes them. This story contains real-life experiences and re-counts actual events of our life. The writer enhanced the story with certain (small) details.
(Chronologically, the following took place approximately one year after 'Greece,' a little more than two years after 'Punta Cana,' and about three years after 'Reawakening')
WARNING: This story is long as it tries to capture the conflicting emotions of a mature wife shedding her inhibitions; a husband both enamored, as well as struggling, with his emotions and expectations; and both dealing with real-life consequences. If you are looking for a quick fuck-and-suck story, this is not for you. But if you enjoy it, please vote and leave a comment.
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Driving on the motorway, they started seeing signs for their next destination in their 2-week holiday in the South of France. Edward could sense the nervousness in his wife - her eyes seemed to be staring straight ahead, at nothing in particular. He himself had an indescribably uneasy feeling, apprehensive of the unknown. They both chose to stay silent while they each contemplated what would be in store for them over the next three days.
The GPS took them to a point, and then from there, they followed the signs to 'Plage Naturiste.' After a few roundabouts, they arrived at the gated entrance. Edward parked and walked up to the counter of the service office where a cute young girl greeted him in French. As soon as Edward spoke, in his limited French, the girl changed to near-perfect English. She asked and he presented his ID and hotel reservation. As she looked back at him, Edward wondered if he was being judged.
With everything in order, she gave him a bill and he presented a credit card to purchase an entry ticket. "Merci," Edward smiled as the girl smiled and gave him his receipt and pass credentials. He wondered if they would see 'more' of each other later.
As he walked back to the car, he saw Susan looking straight at him. "How did it go?"
"No problems," Edward said. He started the engine and with the plastic card he received, swiped the card through the reader at the entrance gate. The barrier lifted and they drove through.
They arrived at a stop sign and a mature couple riding bikes crossed in front of them. The old man's 'junk' was splayed across the seat and the older woman's sagging tits bobbed freely back and forth, up and down. The two septuagenarians were both smiling broadly as if they had not a care in the world.
"Well, THAT was interesting!" Edward said.
Edward and Susan looked at each other and cracked up laughing. The tension had been broken and they moved on to find their hotel.
A few blocks later they parked at their destination, located within the 'Village Naturiste' supposedly meaning...well, clothing was 'optional' - everywhere. Edward and Susan got out of the car to check in. As they passed through the hotel's front doors, they noted with surprise the bright and well-decorated small lobby. It was not unlike any other small hotel they had visited.
Two very friendly ladies greeted them at the reception -- both smartly dressed. As one of the ladies explained the particulars about the hotel, the spa services, the outdoor pool, the location of their room and the rules of the house, Susan glanced around the lobby just as a thirty-something woman walked through the lobby wearing nothing but a pink mesh, totally see-through dress and high heels. With the material being actually a wider mesh design, the woman's nipples poking through were clearly visible. And she was not wearing anything underneath, the woman's shaved pussy also plainly visible.
Nope, this was not your typical hotel.
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Edward stumbled across it surfing the web years ago.
He knew he was a very lucky man and Edward woke up every morning thankful for everything he had - a great job, a nice home, and a wonderful loving family. He had a gorgeous wife that he'd been married to for almost 30 years, and his wife, Susan, was absolutely the best thing that had ever happened to him.
After their experiences on the nude beaches in Greece, the concept of a "nudist holiday" intrigued Edward. While he loved the exhilaration of shedding all clothes and enjoying an extraordinary sensation of freedom with the sun all over his body, he particularly loved being witness to his very conservative wife expose her curvaceous body in public.
And he noticed an unexpected bonus: as Susan shed her clothes, she also shed her inhibitions, re-discovering her naughty side by sprinkling in some 'accidental' flashing and teasing. And instead of the 'shy' Susan, he noticed a much more confident woman who came to relish other men's attention to her body.
She became a far more sensuous woman as a result. And after her initial reticence, there was no doubt in his mind that Susan really came to enjoy her nude beach experiences in Greece.
But when they returned to the 'real world,' things reverted to the typical day-to-day profile of a middle-aged couple. Edward tried desperately to get his wife to replicate some of that experience, and she occasionally obliged him, like wearing something daring to a bar or sexy to dinner. But Susan still was reluctant to go 'all in,' deferring to societies expectations for a middle-aged woman.
Susan had grown up in a conservative home and anything outside the traditional marriage was culturally taboo. Further, she always shied away from any conversations about sex. Although she was a very sexual person when she was younger, she became very reserved as the years passed.
So as he gathered more information he found that the population of this town on France's southern Mediterranean coast swells in the summer season as thousands of naturists, nudists, swingers and 'libertines' convene at the resort town of Cap d'Agde. They all coexist in what is also known as the world's capital of nudism. Clothing is optional - everywhere; not just on the beach, but in restaurants and bars, shops and grocery stores, or just hanging out or walking around town.
Edward was amazed that a place like that actually existed. He read where you can get up in the morning, go to the bakery for a coffee and pastry, then shop for groceries or clothes, purchase wine at the wine shop, stop in the bank, get a hair cut, and do it all completely naked! It was a world where you could experience what life would be like if clothes didn't exist.
He joined a Cap d'Agde discussion group that addressed specific questions on subjects ranging from beach etiquette, to what was "acceptable" to wear during the daytime and in the evenings at restaurants and clubs. He learned that at night the women were the main attraction, typically dressing up in the sexiest of outfits.
