So last summer I finally convinced my wife to go to a nudist camp. Literally, a nudist camp. About an hour away from where we live. I found it online, secluded way back in the woods off the beaten path. I bugged her about it for months, told her it was on my bucket list. Since I'm 55 and she's 58, I said we'd better do it before we're too old to walk. So, after months of me bringing it up, arguing it was time to release some inhibitions, and that most of the people there would be our age anyway, she said yes, with a catch. She reserved the right to back out at any time, even if we were in the parking lot. I agreed.
So, I made a first visit reservation online, set it for an early Saturday afternoon, and bided my time. Of course, I had to endure a litany of reasons to cancel from my wife.
"This is wrong. I don't look good. I'm too fat to be seen like this."
On and on. To say my wife is a prude would be kind. Uber pent up would be more descript.
Finally, the day came, and the afternoon was fast approaching.
We were getting ready to go when she said,
"Do you think I should shave?"
"No, I said, trim it like you would for your bathing suit."
I love her pubes. We got dressed and headed for our destination. The camp said to bring towels, a cooler, drinks, a picnic lunch. They apparently have a small canteen. During our trip I could tell my wife's anxiety was building, she was quiet. We finally arrived, pulled into a parking lot surrounded by an eight-foot-tall wooden fence. We parked and headed for the office entrance. When we walked in an older woman greeted us, took our names, and made a call. We were to have a tour of the grounds. After a few minutes another woman partially opened a door towards the rear of the office and signaled us over. The woman that checked us in said that beyond that door there were no clothes allowed. She said to disrobe at a bench along the wall just before we exit. I was out of my clothes in under thirty seconds. My wife was slow, looking at me like I was crazy. I thought she was going to backout, but off came the bra, and down came the shorts and panties. I assured her we'd be alright, we packed the clothes in a beach bag we had and walked out the door.
Now, my wife knew there was a woman outside that door waiting for us. What she wasn't ready for was her husband was with her. Both were our age at least, naked head to flip flops, like us. I know my wife's eyes went right down to his cock, which I must say, was well proportioned. These two didn't act like they noticed, I'm sure for first timers it happens all the time. She introduced herself as Terry and he was Jim, they were our guides. We shook hands,
I said, I'm JC, this is my wife Sue.
Thank God it was late July and Sue had a pretty good tan going already. If not, she'd have been red all over. They walked us out on to the rather crowded grounds. It was after 1:00 pm, and the pool area was crowded. They took us around, showed us the pool, community center, pointed out some trailers, cottages and camp sites for rent, then went into the rules. No public sex, no cameras, no profanity, this was a family-oriented nudist resort. For the men, if there was any arousal, (I was coming real close trying to wish it down), they had to cover with a towel or get in the pool.
So, the tour ended, Terry and Jim said to have a good time, and if we had any questions just look for them or just ask anybody. So, on our own, we went to the pool. It was pretty good size, a water polo/volleyball game was going on in the shallow end. We found two vacant chairs, one lounge type and one regular chair. We covered them with our towels and Sue busied herself with suntan lotion while me, the more fare complicated, was trolling on sunscreen. She sat upright for a few minutes checking her phone, and I asked how she was doing. She said she still felt odd about all this but was more relaxed. She kept an extra towel for cover close. I said of course, everyone's naked, just like us. There was no touching or obvious leering or staring going on. I was amazed at the maturity of the crowd. In some respects, we were on the younger side, being in our mid-fifties. We both, like most, were wearing sunglasses and ball caps, it was sunny and damn hot on the pool deck.
Now, since I had purposely worn mirrored sunglasses, I was getting a good look around without looking like I was. Seemed to be a common theme at least among the males. Sue did some looking up, but mostly kept to her phone texting someone. I know it wasn't to tell them where we were. So, I noticed among the guys sitting on the pool deck, some of them were checking out the newbies. Now we weren't the only first timers there by any means. But it was like you could tell the veterans from the beginners, especially the guys. Among the sometimes loud and ebbing conversations, and cheers coming up from the pool volleyball game, there was some looking around going on. Not to blame them, like I said, I was looking too. Enjoying the view so to speak. Now, my wife and I are by no means in great shape. We've got stomachs the stick out with the middle age bulge, but I still consider my wife a looker. What she doesn't have in the chest area, she makes up with a round cheeky ass that thrills me to no end. So, it was no surprise when I noticed a couple of the gents taking in the view. Sue was just putting her phone down but while she was using it, semi reclined in the lounge chair, she unconsciously parted her legs, giving a good view of her recently light trimmed cooch. I saw no less than three guys look and look away quickly. I didn't mind, I was looking at their wives too. Sue then laid back in the chair to sun herself. Why not work on a whole-body sun tan?
After about fifteen minutes, she asked me for a bottle of water, which we had in a cooler we brought. The website recommended bringing food and drink. This was a no-frills operation I guess. She then rolled on her stomach for a while, giving those guys a view of that wonderful ass. We were sitting among a fair number of people, some said "hi", others nodded politely. About forty- five minutes past and Sue said she was getting too warm. I thought for a minute that meant time to go, so I immediately said, let's get in the pool. She agreed if I would go to, so we made our way over and down the submerged steps into the pool. Chilly at first, then okay, we sort of hung at the side in about 4 to 5 feet of water, the volleyball game had ended and a new one not yet started. There was another couple close to us, early sixties I'd guessed, and they both said hello. The husband introduced himself as Roger, and his wife was Elaine. We shook hands, Sue sinking down to her neck in the water.
Now for the purposes of anonymity I've changed the names, and not revealed the name or location of this resort, suffice to say East Coast. I don't know how many members would read this, so not to offend.
So, Elaine started right in making conversation, thank God, it broke some ice, even on a hot day, and seemed to put Sue at ease. Of course, the questions, new here, where you from, what do you do in the clothed world, all that. Turns out Elaine is a nurse, and Roger does something with the railroad. She asked if we were nervous. I said not anymore. Sue said yes, she was. Roger said that's normal, and his was their fourth year coming here about once a month during the summer. They didn't live far from here but decided for the first time to rent one of the cottages, more like trailers, for the weekend. After some more conversation, Sue wanted out of the pool. Roger asked where we were sitting, and could they join us. Sue said yes, before I could. They grabbed their chairs and stuff and moved over next to us. Sue said she had to use the rest room, so I said ok, I'll go with you, but Elaine said she would, and the way we didn't need to take all our valuables, keys and such with us. Sue said that was fine and off they went. Now, looking at them leave it wasn't lost on me that they were pretty much built the same. Height, weight, about the same. It wasn't thirty seconds until Roger remarked, my how good they both looked. I looked over my sunglasses and said yes, they do.
Roger and I bs'ed a bit more, the girls still gone. Then he said something I didn't expect to hear.
He said, so JC, do you and the wife "play?"
I said, "play what?"
Then it hit me, I said, "you mean do we play as in swing?"
Roger smiled, I'm surprised it took me that long to comprehend, but in all my research into nudist resorts I read the swinging didn't go hand in hand.
