Phone Call From the Nude Beach

The author invites you to first read the four earlier chapters of this story, "Phone Call from the Nude Beach" and "Phone Call from the Nude Beach Ch. 02, 03, and 04". If you don't read the earlier installments, a brief synopsis follows to catch you up.

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Our naked beachgoer is in Miami, enjoying the weekend between the two weeks of her training class. Her husband is flying from Up North, wanting desperately to join her for the weekend. For two days he's been fighting airline delays in a desperate effort to get to Miami to see his wife displaying herself naked in public, something he's been pestering her about for years. She's been teasing him on the phone, describing the joys of her new-found exhibitionism.

...All he can think about is her descriptions of how she went clubbing naked the previous night, how she rode the bus nearly naked from her hotel to the beach, and then once she got there the dozens of people enjoying her nakedness and publicly fondling her to an orgasm, but he's bothered mostly by the fact that he's not there to see this. Not yet.

...His flight Saturday got stuck overnight in Atlanta, so now he's waiting to board a Sunday flight to Miami to join her at the clothing-optional beach where she's been reveling in her nakedness all weekend. And telling him of her adventures.)

...The plan now is for him to get to Miami late Sunday afternoon, spend a few precious hours with her naked in public, then fly home late Sunday night to be back at work Monday morning while she stays in Miami for the final week of her training class. She last spoke with him a couple of hours ago, to learn that the morning flight from Atlanta was delayed and that he'll call when he's finally boarding. Finally, early afternoon on the beach, her phone rings...

"Oh, yay! You're finally in Atlanta and boarding in half an hour! The flight to Miami is only a couple of hours, so if you land by 3, then by the time you're out of the airport and drive to the beach it'll be 4 or 5, so we'll have maybe two hours before the sun sets. I know you want to see me naked in front of anybody who walks by, I think we'll still have some time for that. I can't wait! I'm so horny! This towel under me is soaked. Being naked in public keeps me right on the edge of an orgasm, I feel like I'm constantly ready to come. And I don't even have to play with my clit! I wish I'd listened to you at that beach in New Jersey and gotten naked there. Now I want to just stay naked and show myself naked to everyone.

"Well, we have a few minutes to talk before you board.

"Sweetie, when you get here I'll have a surprise for you, but you'll have to pass a little test. There are dozens of women here lying naked in the sun. Most of the pussies are bare, like mine. So, after you call to say you're almost to the beach, I'm gonna lie back on this lounger and wait for you. But I'll have a towel over my face and you'll have to identify me only by my pussy!! That's the test.

"I'm gonna ask some of the other women here to open their legs and cover their faces too. If you don't pick me on the first try, I'll feel crushed, but you'll be in trouble, big trouble. So you'd better get it right the first time, and remember, you haven't seen me with a shaved pussy since the kids were born, and even that was only partial. But now I'm totally bare even underneath all the way to my butt hole, so you'll probably have to look closely at every woman you think might be me. Good luck! Meanwhile, I'm gonna just lie here horny as hell and enjoy being naked and display myself the way you always wanted. Now get on that plane so you can come watch people looking at your naked horny wife!

...He lands in Miami, gets his rental car, and is driving toward the beach using the directions she texted him. Her phone rings...

"Yay, at last! Yes, the big parking lot, then walk through the tunnel. Now I'm gonna lie back, open my legs, and cover my face with the towel. And, I asked the lifeguard if you're allowed to fuck here and he said for sure no, not on the beach, only in the lifeguard tower. Probably because he thought I wanted to fuck him, ha! ha! I explained that my husband is the only man I fuck, which he didn't believe after watching me all day with peoples' hands up my pussy and the "bathing suit" I arrived in and especially my great public orgasm yesterday and me doing every other sexual thing except actually fuck, and especially my bottoms-up yoga pose leg splits! So, sweetie, as soon as you get here maybe we'll call his bluff and ask if you and I can borrow his lifeguard tower.

"Too bad we're not allowed to fuck here, I was going to say that once you figure out which one of us naked women lying here is your wife, to just stick your dick in me. From the fit you could tell for sure. But, no fucking on the beach so that will have to wait. And also, what would happen if you stuck it in the wrong woman?

"Oh, you say you just made the turn off the Expressway? Good, just a few more minutes and you'll be trying to figure out which one of these lovely pussies is mine.

...Hubby arrives on the beach, puts his towel down, gets naked, and sets about looking at each naked woman lying on her back, and tries to identify his wife. At first he's enjoying this, and his partial erection shows it. After surveying a dozen or so bare bodies, he narrows the field down to three, then two, based on tits, leg shape, and other physical traits. With their faces covered and wedding rings concealed, it's hard to choose. He goes back and forth between the final two, looking for distinguishing features. How can he not recognize his own wife's pussy? She had mentioned that her clit might be out, so he'll have to go back and look more closely. Both clits are protruding slightly, one pink and one darker, but he isn't familiar enough with his own wife's clit!

...All these beautiful naked women! Of the two he's got it down to, both women are shaved bare, just as she said they'd all be, so no help there. Both women's nipples are erect, but how can he not know his own wife's nipples? Maybe he should start paying more attention to them. One woman has a small freckle on one side of her pussy, and another just next to her anus, but that doesn't help. What about the toenail polish? He hadn't even noticed when she left on her trip. Got to start noticing these things. How can a man not know every inch of his own wife? Too busy with job, the kids, maybe too much golf with the guys. Can't even identify my own wife. Maybe her smell? They're both leaking a little, but he knows his wife has always been very wet. They both smell nice, but he can't tell the difference. What about taste? Well, this one looks like the best bet, so here goes...

...About twenty minutes later, an attractive but exhausted and slightly dizzy but very happy nude woman on very wobbly legs walks a very embarrassed man over to his wife, now sitting up and looking daggers at her husband, whose head is hanging low and whose penis has shrunk and withdrawn into the nest of his pubic hair...

"So, sweetie, you can't identify your own wife's pussy? You really like hers better? Apologise to the nice lady, compliment her on her pussy, and let her get back to her book. Then I will deal with you.

"You really blew it, mister! I was gonna drag you up into that tower and give you the best fuck of your life, even with the lifeguards watching. But not after you chose another woman's pussy! And tits, yet!

"I can't believe it! Your own wife's pussy! And what about my tits? You don't know my nipples? How many times have you stuck your dick in my cunt, yet you don't even know what it looks like! And you couldn't even recognize me by my sex smell? You sniffed me, your nose an inch away from my wet twat. Did you sniff her too, and you still couldn't tell? Or maybe you liked hers better? Did you try to taste her?

Oh? Did she taste better than me? And it wasn't until you gave her about twelve orgasms that you realized you got the wrong one? Now I know why she was smiling when she marched your sorry ass over here! Well, from now on you're gonna get really close to your own wife's pussy. And don't kiss me yet, not with her slimy, sticky, sex juice all over your face!

"So, mister, for not recognizing your own wife when I'm lying here naked, right in front of you, here's your punishment:

"First, from now on, very night before bed you will eat me. With the lights on, so you get to know what I look and feel and smell and taste like down there. We're gonna make it so you never mistake another woman's cunt for mine. And you're gonna become best friends with my clit.

"Second, whenever you and I are home together without the kids or our moms there, I'll stay naked and you will either lick me or fuck me, my choice, on demand. Any time I want. And any position I want. And in any part of the house, including the back yard. And if the doorbell rings I will answer it naked and tell them what we're doing. And invite them in to watch, if they want to.

"Third, whenever we can get away for the weekend without the kids, you are taking me to a nudist resort or a clothing-optional beach. But not a swinger's club, because I only fuck you. If we're driving there I'll be naked for the whole trip, so you'll have to figure out the logistics.

"Fourth, you will allow me to show as much nipple as I want to, no matter where we are, even when your boss invites us to dinner. I'll have to be wearing something, but it might be transparent, or very loose and low-cut, or open-knit so my nipples poke through, or whatever I choose. Likewise, as much pussy and ass as I want to show, so don't tell me to wear underwear, ever. And if my skirt doesn't quite cover my ass and pussy, then you'll just have to deal with it. And when we get out of a car, you will come around and hold my door open in case I want to flash.

"Next, you're buying me a new bicycle and we're riding in the next twenty or so World Naked Bike Rides, naked. You, too. Naked. The whole day.

"Still not enough of seeing me naked in public? Well, this October you're taking me to Key West for Fantasy Fest. For the whole week. They say you can go around wearing only body paint, and the artists there charge about three hundred to paint you. Well, I'm gonna save you a lot of money because my costume will be to just outline the shape of a bikini on my bare skin, which you'll do with a washable marker. Just a few thin lines across my back and triangle outlines around my breasts and pussy, so I'll be fully naked.

"And after that, you will scout out the bars and lounges in town to find out which ones have amateur night. You will escort me in, introduce me as your wife as though we're there to watch the show, but I will remove my clothes and we'll find the manager and you'll tell him that since she's already nude your wife wants to be on stage when the time comes. Until then, you'll take me around and introduce me to anyone you know. Then when I'm up there exposing myself on stage with the lights shining on me, as part of my act I will point you out as my husband and tell them how you couldn't recognize your own wife's cunt. I'll make sure they get a good look at it, up close and from various angles, so none of them will ever make the same mistake you just did. There-do you think that will satisfy your need to see men looking at your wife's body? And them knowing it's your wife up there, opening her cunt for their close inspection?

"And another thing, after I get home next week I'm going to find a job as an art model, maybe at that college nearby or with a private art group. And you will enroll as an adult student but not let on that you're my husband. I'll give them poses like they've never seen before, and you'll be there to see me exhibiting myself.

"I've heard that normal poses don't often show the model's anus, but if I get to choose the pose I'll bend over and hold my cheeks apart so they can see mine. This will also give them views of the lower parts of my pussy that most art students never get to see. I'll be open and wet and dripping, so they'll have to draw that, too. And you'll be there to watch them looking up my open crotch from behind, and watch them studying the juice running down the insides of my legs. You might not like them seeing all this, but you wanted me to be naked, so we'll see how you handle it.

"Maybe they'll pose me with a male model and you'll be watching as I wrap my naked body around his. You'll just have to privately deal with seeing his hands on my crotch, or cupping my breasts or butt cheeks, or anywhere the pose calls for while I happily display my nakedness to anybody who pays the class fee.

"And if it's a private group they might ask for intimate poses, since they won't know you're my husband. You'll watch but you won't know if the sex is simulated or real, like, is his dick just pressed up near my pussy, or is it hard and really inside? Maybe the instructor will let you come up for a closer look. I'll probably have an orgasm either way, so you won't be able to tell just because I come. Yes, right there, in front of you and everyone else in the studio! Watching me have an orgasm! I'll probably have to apologise to the class, but you can bet they'll be inviting me back.

"And I'm not going to bring a robe for the breaks. By staying naked we can compare the real tits to the drawings. I can put a nipple right up next to their canvas to see how accurately they get the little dots on my areolas. Can't do that with a robe on! Likewise the delicate folds of my pussy. Who knows, sweetie, maybe you'll learn to draw!

"And if they have a public exhibit of the paintings, I will be nude at the opening. You would attend as a student, so you can see everyone looking at my nude body as I let them compare me with the paintings.

"Need me to be naked even more? Here's how the whole city can see me naked, with you watching. How about I take acting lessons and find a community theater group putting on a play with nudity? If I get the part, I'll want to stay naked for all the rehearsals. You will be a volunteer stage hand and watch me naked in front of the whole cast and crew, the audience, and all the other volunteers. If there are sex scenes I will do my best to make them as convincing as possible, without bed covers over me and the male actor. And just like in the art class, you'll have to wonder where his dick really is. And you will invite everyone we know to the performances, maybe everyone except our moms. People you know and work with will see me naked on stage, maybe having an orgasm, and know that I'm your wife. I guess if the orgasm is real you'll see me apologising to the whole audience. You'll watch them seeing me perform naked and see me do the curtain calls and attend the cast party nude, even if I'm the only one. Naked enough for you?

"Want more? Well, sweetie, how about me getting felt up by everyone you know? Yes, everyone! Next Super Bowl party when you invite all your buddies and their women over, I'll be naked except for a frilly little apron that covers nothing except maybe my belly button. They'll have complete access to every part of me.

"You've turned me into an exhibitionist, and now you'll have to live with it. Anyway, I will be serving drinks and snacks, and me! Yes, me. For every score our team makes, our guests get to take turns feeling my ass and playing with my tits and kissing my nipples, and if they ask politely they can put maybe one or two fingers up my cunt. Even the wives and girlfriends will like to do that.

"By halftime I'll probably need to finger myself the rest of the way to an orgasm, so they'll get to watch that, too. Believe me, the women will understand. Nobody will mind if I masturbate lying on the floor in front of the whole crowd. I'll enjoy it and so will they. Your part will come later, and you might not like your part so much. Part of your punishment.

"At the end of the game, if our team won you will eat me out right in front of your friends and co-workers. I'll already be naked, so what the hell!

"But if our team loses, you will get naked and fuck me, right there on the floor, in front of the TV.

"Yes, both of us naked, you'll be naked in front of everyone you know. They will look at your cock and you will not cover it. You will see what it's like to be naked in front of a group. I'll already have been displayed naked for about three hours, felt up, fingered myself to an orgasm, finger-fucked by everyone there, and had my nipples sucked, now it will be your turn. If you want to keep your clothes on you'd better hope our team wins!

"But if they lose, all your friends and work partners and their wives and girlfriends will see you naked, and if you can't show them a hard on they will laugh at you, especially the women, and they'll want you to stroke it to make it hard. Just think, you might have to jerk off in front of your buddies! That will embarrass and humiliate you, but it's part of your punishment for eating out another woman before you realised it wasn't your own wife.

"But at our Super Bowl party whether you eat me or fuck me, you'd better make it so they see me come! And maybe before they go home, when I'm still dripping with cum I'll let them taste me, just to get you back for sucking on that other woman's pussy. That should give me at least as many orgasms as you gave her. Hey, look over there, she's still playing with herself! Well, she's on her own now.

"Okay, now that you're here, even though you couldn't identify your wife without her clothes on, I'm still horny as hell and I want to fuck you right now. That is, if your dick comes out of hiding. Let's go see if that lifeguard really meant it when he said you're allowed to fuck as long as you're up in the tower. I love you!