When Jennifer and I got married, we were in our early 20's, and had recently graduated from a small college in the Midwest; and looking back, we were quite unworldly. My name is Peter, and I am a slim, fair haired, and slightly awkward young man from a rural community. I am passive by nature and could probably be described as a little shy and geeky. I was very lucky to meet Jen, who first initiated our relationship.
Jennifer didn't seem to mind about my slightly gawky demeanor, and I loved her enthusiasm and curiosity. We got on very well and were essentially best friends. Jen is a fresh-faced corn-fed farm girl, with long fair hair, and is curvy without being chubby. She has nice large round breasts, (which were mostly kept hidden) a generous bottom, a friendly open attitude and an infectious smile. Interestingly, Jen and I are about the same height, about 5' 6",and could easily be taken for brother and sister. We had been dating for two years at college and were both fairly inexperienced in matters of sex before we got married.
Prior to our marriage, my best friend Jason had recommended that we honeymoon in the Caribbean at one of the Hedonism Resorts. He told me that he and girlfriend had been on vacation there the year before and it had been a great experience. He told me that his shy girlfriend had really come out of her shell during the trip and had become quite sexually adventurous.
I suppose that probably should have been a red-flag, but I really wanted to take Jen somewhere special, and it sounded like an exciting place to go for a sheltered couple from the rural Midwest. Looking on the resort website we could see that the resort included clothing-optional beaches and pools, hot bars and nightclubs. Nothing like our hometown!
When I proposed to Jen that we take an 8 day honeymoon vacation in Antigua at the Hedonism III resort, she was initially hesitant. She asked if it was mandatory that we had to take our clothes off, since she was a quite conservative and inhibited about her body. I assured her that everything was optional, and besides she had a lovely body and had nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, to be honest, I was secretly quite excited about seeing Jen topless, or naked in front of other people, as I was very proud of her.
Jennifer finally agreed and we booked our trip to the resort for the week after the wedding. We were very excited on the flight down and had a few cocktails on the plane. By the time we arrived at the resort, we were both quite buzzed and looking forward to exploring the place.
The Pool
After checking in we were shown around the resort by a female rep who drove us around in a golf cart and pointed out all of the different pools, restaurants and beaches. Back in our room we excitedly changed into our bathing suits and t-shirts and went for a long walk around the resort. Jen was wearing an oversized pink t-shirt and tiny denim shorts over a green and white striped bikini, which was quite a bit more daring than she would usually wear at home. In her wedge sandals she was also quite a bit taller than me and looked quite statuesque.
As we walked through the various areas, we noticed quite quickly that there weren't many people of our own age at the resort. Most people were in their 30's 40's and 50's, with just a handful of folks in their 20's. Jen, however,was getting some admiring glances from several couples as we passed on by. I put my arm around her waist and felt very proud of my bride as we explored the resort property on foot.
We eventually made our way over to the clothing-optional areas and were both excited to see all manner of naked bodies in and around the pool and at the bar. Most couples were very tanned and looked quite chic and stylish. Wide-eyed we gazed at this display of naked flesh and felt like the unsophisticated pale white Midwest rubes that we were obviously were.
Jen gawked at the women whose gold jewelry lay between tanned breasts of every shape and size. We took in the tattoos that adorned backs, stomachs, buttocks and genitals. We ogled at the cocks that hung, swung or thrust out beneath their owners flat or rounded bellies. Attempting to be cool, we gazed at the ladies most intimate areas, both shaved or with the occasional full bush covering pink labia lips and stared in curiosity at all the pierced nipples, clitorises and foreskins.
Initially, we felt like interlopers as we searched for, and found, a couple of free sun loungers at the far end of the pool.
I grinned at my brand-new wife "What do you think Jen, should we take off our bathing suits?"
Jen looked around uncertainly "I suppose so Peter, but I think 'll just take it slowly and remove my top in a little while, once I am more comfortable. "
After about 40 minutes, and with my encouragement, my shy midwestern wife slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head and then unclipped the bra of her bikini. She shrugged it off of her shoulders and her full breasts swung into view, pale and pink-tipped. Initially, she held her hands over her nipples, since she was still a little nervous. Eventually she put her hands down and was rewarded with some appreciative looks from some of the couples that were sitting close to us.
"I think they like your tits Jen" I smiled.
She blushed crimson and turned onto her stomach. The orbs of her white bottom cheeks were nicely displayed and again, I very was proud that Jen belonged to me.
After consuming a couple of cocktails, we were both becoming less inhibited, however Jen wasn't ready to take off her bikini bottoms yet. That was a bridge too far at this point.
I was beginning to think that it was silly and prudish to be wearing our bathing suits when most others around the pool were naked. After some further back and forth, encouragement and laughter, we finally agreed that we would strip off our bathing suits together. Jen swung her legs over the side of the lounger and pulled her bikini bottoms down her legs. I was very excited to see her completely bald shaved pubic mound on display for the first time. She blushed slightly as she saw me looking with pride at her delectable young pussy.
Being slightly drunk and less inhibited than usual at this point, I stood up and pulled down my swimming costume to my ankles and stood naked next to the sun lounger. In my own mind I was displaying my manhood, and I hoped Jen was as excited to see my cock in public as I was to see her smooth midwestern muffin.
The problem was that I had never really thought much about the size of my penis, but now it was exposed, it became obvious to anyone who saw it, that I was less than well-endowed. My slender circumcised member was only about 3 inches long when flaccid, and maybe close to 4 1/2 inches when fully erect. My small pink balls are covered in a thin fuzz of fair pubic hair and looked quite juvenile compared to some of the more masculine specimens around the pool.
Jen looked at my genitals with more than a little embarrassment, because she could clearly see that I compared unfavorably to most of the men around the pool. Looking away, she quickly suggested I should lay down on my front, so I could start tanning my back and butt. However, I swiftly got the sense that she didn't want anyone to see my small cock.
As I lay there feeling quite deflated, Jen got bolder and lay on her back sunning her pale hooters. She continued to get admiring glances from several couples around the pool and after about 20 minutes, the couple next to us, a handsome pair in their early 50's, greeted us in a friendly fashion. I was surprised to see Jen check out the man's impressive manhood with frank curiosity. The couple both smiled at her as she chatted with them and kept stealing glances at the man's thick circumcised penis.
A few minutes later, a very tanned man and woman also came over to introduce themselves. They were a French-Canadian couple called Jean-Luc and Francoise and they told us that they were long-term visitors to the resort. Francoise was slim, with long black hair, small, but perky tits and a trimmed black triangle. Her husband was lean and fit and had a large, tanned uncut cock which although flaccid, jutted more than 6 inches from beneath a toned stomach and two substantial hairy balls.
Jen sat up to shake their hands and I could see them both admiring her plump pale globes and exposed vulva. In turn, I could see that she was closely checking out Jean-Luc's package which bounced just a few inches from her wide brown eyes.
As I turned over to greet them, Francoise saw my soft white belly and squashed pink penis.
