I've always felt sexy enough inside, but letting it out has been my big dilemma. I am a religious woman, and I do have my beliefs about what's good and bad to contend with. Nevertheless, I also get horny at times, and as I am getting older, I am learning that I might as well enjoy those feelings, and even encourage them when I can. In fact, I'm beginning to see that there is nothing at all wrong with this, and God made me in such a way that certain things make me hot and bothered, and that being in that state is a pretty damned good thing.
Anyway, onto my story. A few months ago Ron, (that's my husband of 22 years) and I decided to get away from the kids and everything we know and head to the Caribbean. We decided on an all inclusive resort there, that had a clothing optional component to it. In fact, if I were being honest, when I read the material carefully, I could tell that some swinging and overt displays of sexuality were likely to be part of the mix there. I didn't tell this to Ron, as thought it was just going to be a clothing optional thing and that's all. I thought Ron might back out, if he knew what really might be going on before our naked eyes and naked bodies. And, if I am being entirely honest, I was curious, and I wanted to see, not just nudity, but nude affection and even maybe some sex going on, too.
After flying across country and then down into the Caribbean, we were met by a van from our resort and taken to what would be our sexy vacation spot for the next six days.
We unpacked and discussed our nervousness about getting out among the naked vacationers. I told Ron that I needed some liquid courage, (something that I rarely do, but thought might help me get past my nerves). Ron showed me how they had hard liquor free, and for our consumption, strapped right to the wall in our room. I made myself what turned out to be a pretty stiff drink and got ready to get out to the pool.
Being a clothing optional place, I thought I would start out bikini on, and then try for bikini off after the liquor started to work its magic. I have to confess though, alcohol makes me horny all on its own, and as pulled on my bikini bottoms, I was already worried I might be a little moist. I even looked to make sure I wasn't soaking through at all. As I put on sunscreen and my top, I was sure I was gonna do it, and get naked sometime within the hour. I played it cool to Ron, like I may not, or may just go topless, but deep down, I wanted to put myself out there. I wanted men to walk by and look, and I wanted to look at there reactions to my body through my sunglasses. I wanted it, because I knew already that this would drive me wet and wild with passion for sex.
We got out by the pool, filled up another drink for Ron and me, and started checking out the place. Sure enough there was nudity all around. Couples frolicking naked in the pool, in the jacuzzi, at the swim up bar, and in cabanas that were scattered around. It was wonderful, and not at all as nasty or bad as I thought it might be. It seemed more natural and alright to me now.
I have to say, I was excited. My heart raced, and I was feeling silly about being just about the only couple wearing any clothes. I really wanted to peal it all off, but I didn't want my Ron to think I was a slut. I have always been shown him my good girl side, and I didn't want him to think less of me. But I had to get my bikini off. It was like it was a lead weight holding down my horniness.
I turned to Ron and said, "Honey, your not going to believe this, but I'm taking off my top. It's now or never, and we look silly here being the only ones with our suit on."
Surprisingly, Ron replied, "Babe, it doesn't bother me a bit. Enjoy yourself. As long as you come back to the room with me, I don't care who sees you or who or what you look at."
Then he whispered, "Baby, we will always be pretty straight-laced and proper at home. That's who we are. But, we are sexual people too. We've got bodies and minds ready for play. We might as well take this opportunity to build some memories to take back home. Just enjoy yourself and let me in on what you are enjoying."
At that, Ron stood up, leaned over and kissed me and took down his board shorts like he was shucking some corn. He was beautifully naked, and half way to rigidly stiff I might add. He picked up a towel and held it across his member and plopped back down in his pool lounger.
A was stunned, excited, a bit drunk, and ready as ever to show not just my tits but my sexy pussy as well.
"Okay then" I said to Ron, "Off with everything for me too!"
And, with that I untied my top and my bottoms and bared myself for all to see. Just at that moment, with me standing there undressed, a pool waiter came up.
"Hi there ma'am! Need to freshen your drink?"
"Oh, no" I said flustered, "I think I'm still doing fine."
But as he walked away, I saw him look down at my pussy and smile. It was so exhilarating. Instantly I felt a warming and a wetness increase. I was pulsing down there and flushing and swelling too I imagine. I sat down to kind of check and see, and sure enough, I was getting visibly aroused.
Should I sit there with legs uncomfortable closed, all sticking together in the heat? Or should I relax and spread 'em for any passer by? Well, you know by now where my head was, and my horny desire seemed to push my knees apart and hold them that way with ease.
I saw man after man pass by and look. They saw my pert tits and they scanned down to my wet lips. I feigned sleep, but had my eye on everyone and anyone who could see me. One guy lingered. He was good looking and tan all over. He stood there with his penis hanging down. He stared, and then he groped at his manhood stiffening it. He let go and it rose, sideways but upward. It grew. I knew this happened, but he was letting my pussy do it to him. I was awash with alcohol and hormones. I would never have done it, but I could have just taken him right there, in my mouth, in my pussy. His thighs were muscular, his butt was tight like an athlete. He had clearly shaved his testicles and penis, which was new for me to see. I wanted to feel the hardness of that thing, in my hand, against my tongue, and maybe even pressing within me. I reached down nonchalantly, pretending to rub something off my leg, and brushed my pussy. I had shaved bare with the exception of a landing strip for this trip. The man pulled his member, and I brushed mine. He pulled again, and I wanted to stick my fingers in my wetness. I did so briefly and drew my hand up to my mouth and tasted my juices. At that the man spewed forth, cum flying upward and outward and all over his chest and down his thighs. It was hypnotic.
