1976 was the hottest summer on record. My wife, Sarah, and I had been married for a year. We were midway through doing up our house, doing most of the work ourselves to save money.
We decided to forgo our holiday so we could really push on with the house. However, midway through the first week, it was getting too hot to work. On Wednesday, Sarah threw a bit of a tantrum, throwing her roll of wallpaper across the room and screaming, "I've had enough." Picking up the newspaper, she stormed out into the garden.
I chuckled to myself, thinking that I would let her calm down before I followed her.
Half-an-hour later I went to explore, but she was nowhere to be found. I thought she must have gone for a walk. I grabbed a beer and lay down on the lawn. A few minutes later she appeared around the corner with a big smile on her face. She proceeded to tell me that she'd found a holiday cottage advertised in the paper. It was on the Norfolk coast, and that they'd had a cancellation so we could have it half price.
I went to reply, but she cut me off saying, "I've booked it; we go Saturday morning."
'Ok,' I thought, knowing it was too late to argue. "It Sounds good to me and we do need a break if I'm honest.
She went on telling me the ad said that it was a two-minute walk from a nature resort and five minutes from the local pub. That one made my eyes light up. She laughed, "l knew you'd like that."
Despite the heat, we worked hard for the next two days, then packed our bags on the Friday evening.
We arrived just before lunchtime on Saturday and after a brief tour with the agent, Danny, we were handed the keys and he left us to it. He said his number was beside the phone if we needed anything.
We quickly unpacked and headed out, both wanting to check out the beach. We followed the path Danny had pointed out and within a few minutes we walked over a sand dune and saw the beach spread out before us. It was beautiful and everything we had hoped for.
Just as we got to the bottom of the dune, we both stopped dead in our tracks. Right in front of us was a couple sunbathing naked. I was about to speak when Sarah uttered, "What the fuck?"
Trying not to look, we walked around them and headed up the beach but the further we walked, the more we saw naked people lying around and enjoying the sun. Suddenly, Sarah burst out laughing. After she had calmed down, she explained her outburst. "It was a spelling mistake, the ad in the paper said Nature resort. It obviously meant to say, 'Naturist resort.'"
"So, our Nature reserve is a nudist beach then," l spluttered.
She just took my hand with a wicked grin saying, "Let's explore."
A little further up the beach, we could see a hut and headed in that direction. When we arrived, there it was a little beach shop selling ice creams and snacks. Next to it was a small toilet block. Behind the counter was a middle-aged lady, and yes, she was naked as well. She must have seen the shock on our faces. "I take it you two didn't realise this is a nudist beach then?"
We went on to explain the mistake to her. Well, when she finally calmed down and stopped laughing, she introduced herself. It turned out that she lived next door to the pub.
We bought an ice cream and went back up the track she had pointed out that led to the pub. We both agreed we needed a drink after what we had witnessed.
Once there we bought a drink and sat outside and as soon as we looked at each other, we burst out laughing.
"What are we going to do for the week?" I asked.
Sarah's reply totally floored me. "Well, when in Rome as they say!"
"What, you want to go naked?" I whispered.
"Why not, no one knows us," she replied.
I couldn't help but notice the glint in her eyes as she said it. I needed another pint, so we went back inside. One ended up being three before we headed back to our cottage.
Sarah was all over me the second the door shut, and pulling my shorts down, she dropped to her knees in front of me. Taking my cock in her mouth, she started sucking like no tomorrow. I moaned that I wouldn't last long if she didn't ease up, but that just made her go faster. Unable to hold back I came straight into her mouth. Sarah had never been one for swallowing, but she took every drop.
When she looked up at me, I asked, "What the hell came over you?"
"I've been horny from the moment we first stepped onto the beach."
"Why?" I asked.
Standing up, she just said, "Did you not see the size of that old man' cock, he was huge."
"Oh really, the idea of a really big one turns you on does it," I laughed.
She just went red and looked to the floor, so I decided not to push it further.
After we had eaten, I suggested a trip to the pub and she readily agreed. We quickly showered and got ready. When I came out of the shower, I was very pleasantly surprised by what Sarah had on - a rather small, strappy summer dress and wedged heels. After a wolf whistle she came over and kissed me saying, "I'm glad you approve." Before I had a chance to say anything, she must have seen me looking. The look in her eyes was so hot as she informed me that she was naked under it.
The pub was busy, but we found a table in the bar and I bought us each a drink and we settled in. The drinks were flowing very well, thanks to the heat. I decided to try and push things a bit about earlier. I whispered to Sarah, "So you fancied a bit of the old man's big cock, did you?"
"I didn't say that," she quickly replied.
"Well, something certainly got you worked up then," I laughed.
"Well, lots of women wonder what it would be like. But it's just fantasy."
I smiled, "Well your fantasy has just walked in with his wife!"
Sarah's face was a picture, as was the colour she went. But her nipples gave her away, they were like bullets.
"Well, two things seem to like him walking in!" and she went even redder. I loved teasing her and seeing her squirm.
"Stop it, you have no idea what you're doing." You know I have no underwear on and you're making me so wet, this dress will show it."
