Here is a story that is intended to explain things to the BURN THE BITCH crowd without placating them but not being gratuitously offensive to their morality.
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Tom was out of breath from carrying the beach chairs and the cooler when they reached the sign that marked their destination. The expanse of sand was far more crowded than he had expected. He was surprised to see how casually his wife lifted the hem of her beach cover up to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She didn't even hesitate to push the garment over her wide hips then down her shapely thighs to expose her sex to everyone around them.
Tom was surprised to see that Tammy's unshaven pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Her coiffure seemed to accentuate her sex without obscuring her somewhat swollen, red labia or protruding clitoris. Any doctor or astute husband looking at her would correctly conclude that she was a mother.
For some reason, the casual nudity did not shock Tom as much as the belated realization that his wife of twenty years was wearing a bikini rather than a one piece suit under her cover up. She had never before been willing to wear a bikini to the beach for him. She had even refused his request to wear a bikini on their honeymoon. However; as she bent over he noticed a lightly frayed shoulder strap that confirmed that the bikini was not brand new.
As he watched his mature wife step out of her bikini bottoms without hesitation; he was unable to resist the temptation to ask, "this isn't your first visit to a nude beach?"
"No. It isn't," Tammy answered almost innocently. She paused allowing her husband a moment to contemplate the implications of her simple answer. "It is impolite to keep you clothes on at a nude beach. People will presume that you're a voyeur. You better get naked too, or at least take off your trunks."
Tom looked around with mild apprehension. He had been expecting the beach to be far less crowded. Although all of the men nearby seemed to be tourists like themselves rather than natives, they seemed to have came from Lake Woebegone. While none of the men nearby were epic, all of them appeared to be of above average endowment. He would even describe a few of the younger men as well hung. The situation was intimidating for a man who had always been honest enough to admit, at least to himself, that he was merely almost average.
As Tom lowered his trunks to expose his modest endowment, he noticed that two of the younger, more impressive guys were watching them with more than casual interest. It seemed as if they were predators, appraising his wife appreciatively while assessing him as potential competition. Tom knew that he couldn't really measure up to their tacit challenge.
Tom watched quietly as Tammy removed her beach cover up. His wife then locked eyes with her admirers as she reached behind her back to unclasp the band of her bikini top. The cups of the classic, bra style bikini top clung to her heavy, now only partially supported breasts. She casually slipped the straps off of her shoulders which allowed her breasts to droop under their own weight. The cups of her bikini top clung to her sagging breasts so that she actually had to pull the garment off to expose her nipples and large, dark aurolaes. The simple, Gold crucifix that was suspended by a simple , Gold necklace seemed to accentuate her casual nudity. The young guys' penises swelled and stiffened in response to the sight of her naked body.
Tammy giggled as she observed, "fortunately; these young men seem to appreciate the more mature, maternal look. I hope that doesn't make you jealous?"
"Yes. They do seem to appreciate your womanly charms," Tom agreed. "I would be a liar if I claimed that I'm not feeling jealous and apprehensive, but I'm not resentful or angry. I am the one who talked you into coming to the nude section of the beach "
"Good," Tammy said encouragingly. "Why don't we walk along the beach to find a less crowded area. It will give us a chance to see and be seen. That is why you wanted to come here?"
"Yes. I guess it is," Tom admitted. "However; I am more interested in watching you see and be seen than seeing and being seen myself."
"I have been told by a psychologist that many men, particularly married men, feel that way," Tammy chuckled as she said reassuringly. "Taking their wife to a nude beach isn't just an excuse to see naked woman or even to flaunt themselves. Many husbands have a need to flaunt their wives to other men and enable their wives to see how they and their men measure up."
"This psychologist that explained all of this too you," Tom asked, "is he the guy who talked you into coming to a nude beach?"
"He took me to a nude beach a few times," Tammy admitted. "However; he wasn't the first much less the only guy who took me to a nude beach. Going to a nude beach seems to have become a popular dating activity during the years since we were courting."
Tom contemplated the implications of his wife's explanation as he continued to lug the cooler and beach chairs, silently cursing the soft sand that made walking with his burdens even more difficult. Mindful of Tammy's admonition about it being impolite to be a voyeur, he kept his burdens at either side rather than in front of him so as to not conceal himself. His wife led the way to a less crowded stretch of beach that seemed to be favored by the locals. Their glistening, dark skins were a stark contrast to the white, sandy beach and the blue Caribbean waters. The men eyed Tammy appreciatively while the women appraised her with undisguised hostility.
Tom was too fatigued to question Tammy's decision to select a patch of sand that was less than a dozen yards from a volleyball net. She answered his unasked question by saying, "watching people play volleyball on a nude beach is a great way to see and be seen."
No more was said as they set up their chairs with the cooler between them. Tammy took time to slather sunscreen on her sensitive, pale skin. Tom noticed that she was not shy about applying the lotion liberally on her breasts, lifting and rolling them to ensure that there could not be any unprotected skin that would be burned. She was equally thorough about slathering sunscreen on and around her sex, rubbing herself thoroughly so it wasn't just on her pubic hair.
Tom quietly accepted the bottle of sunscreen. Although he was standing on a beach without his trunks to conceal his genitals, the prospect of removing his shirt to expose his flabby chest and gut was daunting. He resolutely took off his shirt then spread sunscreen on his doughy physique. When he handed the bottle back to his wife, she squirted a liberal dose of sunscreen into her palm then reached over to slather it onto her husband's buttocks then his pale penis and scrotum. He was almost to embarrassed to become aroused by the public intimacy, but she continued until his penis became swollen into an unimpressive erection.
As they sat together drinking the first of the beers that Tammy had packed for their excursion, Tom allowed himself to appraise the men on the beach. If the tourists were from Lake Woebegone, the natives were from a region that proved that the men from Lake Woebegone were all below average. Tom felt compelled to comment. "These guys certainly conform to the stereotype."
"I noticed," Tammy giggled. "I have been told that the locals have some law that forbids their less impressive men from visiting the nude beach?"
"That seems like a logical explanation," Tom agreed. "You seem to be speaking from experience. Did you ever date any black men?"
Tammy Replied, "you know as well as I do that there weren't any black people in our home town."
"I was talking about more recently," Tom clarified.
Tammy paused to sip her beer before replying, "yes. I dated a few black guys a few years ago. Probably about half a dozen."
Tom contemplated the implications of the simple yet profoundly significant statement. "Were any of them this impressive?"
Tammy was obviously reluctant to answer the question. Tom didn't pressure her. She had already answered one question that had remained taboo. They sat in silence, sipping their beers. The asking of the second taboo question had terminated their conversation. Neither of them seemed to be able much less willing to speak. When they had both finished their beers, Tom quietly got two more out of their cooler.
They were half way through their second beers when a group of men gathered at the volleyball net for a game. As the group separated into two teams, it became obvious that they had an uneven number of players. The most spectacularly endowed player walked over towards them until he was standing so close that his ebony penis was dangling barely a foot in front of Tammy's face. "We seem to be needing an extra player. Would you be willing to play with us?"
Tom watched apprehensively as Tammy considered the invitation. She was staring right at the massive penis. She even licked her lips in seeming appreciation. Tom reminded himself that she had been on the varsity volleyball team when they were in college. However; her suddenly swelling nipples, labia and clitoris left no doubt that it was not the prospect of competition that tempted her. "I better not," she demurred. "My husband and I were just having a conversation that is long overdue and including women in these volleyball games can lead to more than just volleyball."
As the massively endowed volleyball player rejoined his team Tammy quietly said, "that guy was an arrogant prick."
