I enjoy going frequently to nudist beach to soak up nature, sun, wind, sea in the nude when I was single. Now I go with my family. It was relaxing, carefree way of spending time and to unwind. I frequented the nudist beach as it give a fresh relaxing windy environment. It was all fun. The splashing waves have a soothing calm effect.
I am in an extraordinary marriage.
I met my wife by chance in an unusual circumstance years back. Over the years we decided we wanted a closely knit family, stay together, look after each other. The way to go about we chose to have an extended family and ours is polygamous. Quite way off the mainstream behavior. We can be considered as extraordinary. We face constant public censure.
When I was an undergraduate I took on jobs during vacation to defray my tuition fees. I had worked on office and manual work whichever paid more. On one of my trekking days I passed a farm and happened to talk to the owner Tom. I had a project to do and I picked to write on small enterprises. He said he could employ me so instead of mere talking I could have firsthand experience. I accepted heartily as he paid well with food and lodging thrown in.
Though I worked only during vacation and days I didn't have classes I learned lots of farming trades. The hours were long but I was only too happy to work and learn. Initially I did the manual work and as I have driving license, moving later to driving tractors and heavy vehicles. I applied my studies to improve on the administration processes and created a website to promote the farm products and to track inventories. Keeping tabs and reconciling on sales and purchases and revenues were made simpler and less tedious.
I found time to give their daughters tuition and helped them in their school work. I done my best and didn't intend to stay longer than the welcome. The owner seemed to have trust in me helping him. Later on I would accompany him to other counties for business matters. I began to learn more on the trades as well as the how of business wheeling and dealing which I couldn't get from books alone. Usually he would drive to meet customers, gradually I took over when I went with him as his eyesight started to fail. There were times his wife Betty went along with him. Then with both away from the farm the work would slacken.
The owner had great confidence in me and on occasions asked me to spend more time in the farm if possible. I tried but with final year exams and I intended to further my studies, squeezing in time was really a juggle. But I was grateful that he gave me opportunities and much consideration.
He had a mild stroke but recovered sufficiently to oversee work around the farm. Meanwhile the owner spent less time due to illness having to go in and out of hospital. He told me on several occasions to help his wife Betty. I put in efforts to help and as he was in poor health he needed someone who could run the farm. His wife helped in and I also suggested his eldest daughter learned the rope and be involved. Fortunately she was mature and quite bright and willing to learn the trades. It was a stress as she was in boarding school.
I worked with Betty more as his health deteriorated. Having more time working with her I began to realize she was charming. She was an affable woman, resilient and hard working. I admired her character. First time Tom introduced her, I was stunned by her beauty, no makeup, simply natural looks. She was perspiring, clothing clanged to her body quite obviously concealed a well-endowed voluptuous body. I was fantasizing what was beneath her clothes. I day dreamed her ample bosom, deep cleavage, broad hips and curvy bums. I could not help myself from noticing her natural charms.
However, she looked forlorn and not chatty, seldom talked matters outside business. I didn't have any salacious thought about having a crush on her.
We worked closely. I took over most of Tom dealings.
As time went by I developed an affinity towards her. I couldn't know what but just felt happy with her around. I told myself mustn't lust after her as she was the boss's wife. I couldn't stop fantasising and created opportunity to get physically close to her.
I took up the traveling work with the wife and having more time being together I got the opportunity to know her better. Nothing untoward happened on the numerous trips. We would go in the morning and came back in the evening.
She began to open up and more conversant. I drew closer to her. At times while talking to her, I would brush my arms on her breasts quite purposely. I did that so often, I thought she must have knew it was intentional. But she didn't reprimand me.
The inevitable happened. Soon I had a crush on her. It was more than physical attraction that got me close with her. We understood, communicated and knew each other intuitively. As we had more time interacting, I began to take a fancy to her. With time I developed a growing emotion. I liked her character particularly maturity, sensitivity, concern and thoughtful thinking. It was a gradual progression that I developed feeling for her.
I was feeling edgy near her, couldn't resist peeked at her cleavage whenever she bent down. She has deep cleavage between buxom breasts.
As days past without realizing, the chemistry was spontaneously strong and we drew closer.
One day, she perched on a ladder to retrieve something on a high shelf. Just in time I walked in and she was a delightful sight to watch, bottoms up. I stood admiring her shapely legs, thighs, broad hips and round bums. She missed her step precariously and all a sudden slipped off. I extended my hands to catch hold of her falling into my arms.
In a split second she was in my embrace. Both my arms held under her armpits. My hands spontaneously stretched to her front resting underneath the bra cups. I took the opportunity to touch her body. I cupped and squeezed lightly on her breasts hoping she didn't noticed. A button on her blouse came undone and allowed me to slip a finger into her deep cleavage. I slide my finger on her fullness for seconds too long to be unintentional.
I held onto her, my bulging front pressed against her derriere. I didn't know how long I had been doing it, but I suddenly became aware that I was humping her butt crack. And not so subtle when I realized what I was doing, I stopped immediately. To my surprise, her ass squirming. I resumed grinding my bulging groin on her butts.. Her back pressed tightly against my crotch, caused her butt cheeks neatly rested on my rock hard cock. Purposely pushed my check on hers. My lips smooched her lip as she leaned backward. The tip of my tongue slipped in the gap of her lips and found her tongue. My tip lingered for a few second licking her tip sent a surging wave of thrilling sensation in my body.
"Oh My God. What a mishap." In shock. Maybe embarrassed that I was so daring touching her.
"Sorry Betty. You hurt?" I pretend to show concern.
"No Jack. Lucky you were near if not I fell like Humpty Dumpty. Thank you." she chuckled hopefully forgetting my cheeky fondling of her bosom. My hands still on the cups massaging her breasts. She didn't pushed them away. No rebut.
I heard a soft contented purring, "Ummmh...Ooohhh..." in her voice.
"I will be there for you next time you climb up a ladder. Call me first before you spring up!"
She sheepishly pulled away from my embrace none too worry.
"Glad you not hurt. Be careful next time."
She didn't take offence and became more friendly. I was glad she enjoyed my attention. What a chance, I inhaled her natural sense, felt her full and firm buxom breasts. Somehow I sensed I had accomplished my intention of getting close to her. She didn't shove me off or agitated by my wandering hands on her body. It was an encouraging sign I could advance on her.
Unconsciously I started admiring Betty for a woman I would want. I thought an infatuation at best. Before I developed a feeling for her, there were occasions I went on single dates with her eldest daughter Beatrice with their consent and they thought we made an ideal couple. I also brought the other two daughters along in a group date. We did enjoy good companionship.
My attention somehow changed. I didn't know when it began that I saw in Betty the woman I really wanted to be with. I had many girlfriends but she impressed me most though she was older than me. I looked beyond age and became fascinated with her. I voluntarily spend more time in the farm just to be close to her.
I was so smitten by her natural charms. I was unsure if she was in same mindset though she would smiled coyly when she noticed I stole glances at her. I needed to act decisively than lingered along and pretended my affection was nonexistent. I couldn't act in denial I had emotional feelings for her. I needed to make the first move. It wasn't so simple as she was a married woman and wife of my boss. Not to say she might not take to a younger man. Still I thought I must approached her directly than to drag on. I was waiting for an appropriate time to sound her out. I waited for an opportunity and it never seemed to come.
"Was I reading her body language right?" I thought to myself.
A gradual progression that I harbored feeling for her. I didn't have the courage to open up to her lest she got offended. I developed affection for her which bloomed to an emotional passion. It was feelings of affection. I dare not reveal to her my thought. It was too much a risk to express my feelings. What if she didn't reciprocate or it didn't work out? We would be embarrassed to face each other awkwardly working in the farm.
I took every opportunity to be physically near her. When discussing job function, I would touch her hand, to emphasize a point, lingered to see her reaction.
"Boss. Read this plan I drew up last night. You think workable? Please amend it or add on if you have better idea. I will run through with Tom."
She responded enthusiastically held my palm while discussing. "How about changing these diagrams?"
She drew on a piece of paper.
"Yeah. Brilliant suggestion."
Looking at her intensely I could recognize from her body language she didn't mind my touching.
