"Come on, you know you don't have to do it if you don't want to, just come along to keep me company," I said.
"I've told you I'm just not comfortable; you may think that place sounds like a great time but I'm just too shy, even if I'm covered up seeing all those other people is more than I'm up for" my wife told me.
This spring was pretty much the same discussion we'd had for a few years. My wife Heather just couldn't be talked into a day trip to the clothing-optional, adults only campground that was about an hour away from our house. I'd been dying to give it a try, and was even willing to let her keep her clothes on the whole day if she'd just go along with making the trip and letting me get naked. Neither of us had ever gone to any kind of nudist location, but I'd had fantasies about it forever. We had a great life, a great marriage, but I wanted a bit of excitement and it had been a long time, since before we had been married or dating, that anybody other than her had seen me naked.
"OK," I said, "you know I'll respect your feelings but you can't blame a guy for trying!"
"I don't blame you for trying", she told me, "so why don't you go up there for a day?"
I wasn't entirely sure I'd heard her correctly, or if she had said what she really meant to say.
"Why don't I go up there for a day? You mean make a trip by myself?"
"Sure," she said, "You've been asking me to go for like three years and I'm just not going to go for it so take a day, go try it out, and see if you really like it."
I absolutely couldn't believe what I was hearing. My beautiful, amazing wife was actually inviting me to go take off my clothes at a place that I'd get to see nude women.
"I'm honestly really surprised to hear this," I told her, "but if you're really OK with it I'm going to go on the first warm day I can get away. It really doesn't bother you that people are going to see me naked without you along with me?"
"I'm not concerned about you being looked at," she said, "or about you looking because I know I can trust you not to do any touching. To be perfectly honest I think it'll embarrass you enough to convince you to give up on this and stop asking, but either way it's something you really want to experience so I'm OK to let you give it a try."
A few days later the weather was warm and sunny and I had a chance to get away from work to go on my adventure. It had to be a weekday as the resort was couples only on the weekends, but I was more than excited to have the experience. A phone call to get details had only done more to excite me about the experience as I discovered that the whole property was clothing optional and, being lifestyle friendly, there were no rules against men having erections, which was something about traditional nudist resorts that had always seemed a bit strange to me.
That morning my wife was heading out to work and had greatly enjoyed the few days she'd been able to tease me about my upcoming exposure. Just before she left she gave me our usual kiss goodbye to start the day but then, in a very different start to our day, put her hands on the sweatpants I had slept in and pulled them and my boxers down to my ankles.
"You're going to be late to work if we do this," I said.
"We're not doing that," she said with a silly grin on her face. "I just wanted to be the first one to have a look today. After all, who knows how many women are going to see your penis between now and when I get home."
With a smile and a wink my encouraging, teasing wife turned and left while I was standing in our kitchen naked from the waist down and wondering exactly that, how many women were going to see me naked today?
I changed into shorts and a t-shirt before leaving and took the hour drive to the resort. It seemed that every mile made me more and more nervous and when I saw the exit sign off the interstate it was enough to nearly make me chicken out and change my mind. I of course couldn't do that as I had been asking for this chance for so long that I just couldn't give up and prove her right that I didn't really want to go showing myself off. I had to go through with this, and once I got there I had to get naked.
The resort was about 5 miles off the interstate, and every stop sign seemed to be a test of my willpower to make the correct turn and keep getting closer to my adventure. I finally turned off the road to a gravel trail that led back to the resort and when I passed the sign warning that from that point on I might encounter nude sunbathers I knew I was at the right place. The little gravel road led straight to the main lodge, where I knew I needed to check in, so I parked and headed into the office, still clothed and somewhat excited by the prospect of getting a look at the lady I had talked to on the phone working naked.
Walking into the office I was a bit disappointed to find out that the staff wore clothes while they were on duty. The two women in the office, both in their 40s and reasonably attractive if a bit more curvy than what would be considered perfect, were in staff t-shirts and shorts, which was a real shame as both had nice sized breasts and curvy hips that promised great butts to show off. But, I was there, I had to check in, and I was sure there would be nudity in other places.
"Hi," I said, "I'm Chris, I called a few days ago about a day visit."
"Oh hi," said the taller of the two ladies, "I'm Jess and I remember talking to you on the phone. This is your first time at a clothing optional place, right?"
For some reason the question made me blush as it reminded me that I really was going to take my clothes off in the next few minutes, but I managed to say, "Yeah, that's me. I guess once I get checked in I'll find out if I'm really up to do this."
"Don't let it worry you too much," she said, "everybody's nervous on a first time but you'll love it once you do it. Just fill out the form and we can run your card for the day fee and then give you a tour of the place to get started."