Our sex had been complicated for all six years of our marriage. Marcia brought all the complexity and difficulty of her relationship with her domineering father into the relationship - I was chosen to play the bad guy with dad out of the picture. We had sex, lots of sex, but complicated sex. Marcia would only get wet and hot when I made her mad by biting her neck and shoulder. I don’t even want to know where this came from!
Marcia was an absolute virgin when we met on a summer job. We dated throughout her senior year and were married soon afterwards. In spite of my intense horniness, our sexuality struggled getting good only when I triggered what I called the “mad at dad” response with its sudden flood of lubrication.
Several years after our marriage, Marcia accompanied me to Europe where I worked for a short time. She toured western Europe for three weeks while I worked in Germany. I found out later that one week into her solo travels, she met a graduate student from the U.S. and toured with him for two more weeks. She found sex with this man to be easy and wet and enjoyed him enthusiastically. I’d like to say that she was a changed woman after this affair, but our sex got no easier and, to my disappointment, no wetter. She was a changed woman, even though neither of us recognized it, as she found two weeks after we flew back from Europe.
We were spending a quiet week in Vermont. I split my time between job interviews in southern Vermont, hikes, and (lots of) swimming at a nude beach (the libertine ‘70s, the wildest times ever to grow up). It was a pretty beach in the woods on a large power supply resevoir. It attracted large numbers of hippies who made a small cove north of the public beach into a nude beach. The nude area began with an isolated beach next to a large expanse of granite perfect for diving and sunbathing. Many folks even camped in the woods at the edge of the beach; a few more camped up the isolated shoreline north of the beach; however, most people heading this way had other activities in mind!
Tuesday morning began with a short hike. Afterwards came shopping for some lunch and a bottle of wine. Then we drove the dirt road to the nude beach and hiked through the hemlocks and oaks to the granite outcropping. After staking claim on a nice flat spot, we laid out our blankets and stripped. Marcia loved nude bathing from her very first time on Cape Cod. Nudity was a hippie thing; like most hippy things, hippy nudity was casual and free. Some folks will tell you that casual nudity is not sexual at all - they’re plain wrong - we’ve all felt that subliminal, edge of consciousness arousal when nude in public with other (mostly gorgeous and young) nudes. Leaving Marcia on the blanket, I quickly made my way to the crystal water for my third favorite sport beginning with the letter “s”, snorkeling (after sex and skiing - which is first?).
I snorkeled way up the shore enjoying the submerged granite boulders, the trout, and the old rotting stumps. Eventually, I got very cold and clambered up onto a flat granite shelf to soak up the afternoon sun. A doobie suitably wrapped in plastic along with three waterproof matches kept me on that shelf for a mellow meditative hour.
Snorkeling back, I emerged from the water cold and blue. Marcia was not on our blanket; she was sitting below on a blanket with two guys, all studying a yoga how to book and practicing the positions. Marcia had been into yoga ever since seeing a demonstration in junior high school. She was built perfectly for yoga; thin, light at 105 pounds and only 5'2". Years of yoga have made her amazingly limber and expert at many yoga positions. I felt a little twinge of jealousy when I saw her with the guys. Then, I felt a surprising surge of warmth as she laid on her back bending upwards in the position known as the wheel. In the wheel, she is face up with her heels and her hands on the ground, her back arched high and her heels spread apart a couple of feet for stability. Her amazing flexibility allowed her to lift her ass over two feet off the ground in a tight arch which I knew showed lots of good stuff.
As I approached, I could see the two guys more clearly. They were classic nerds, it turns out, just graduated from college. Bill was slight and thin with wild hair and nerdy black rim glasses. Freddy was a larger man. His six foot frame was in transition between boy fat and adult overweight. He was no blimp; just a bit soft and padded and way uncool looking. Marcia introduced me to the guys; they were camping in a large tent in the woods at the edge of the beach, spending a last weekend in Vermont enjoying the sun and the naked women before going back to new jobs in New York. Marcia had spied them trying to learn yoga from the book and joined them on her way from the water. She was now teaching them positions. She would demonstrate a position in the book; then help the guys in their weak attempts to duplicate her skills. The guys were obviously enjoying more than the lessons. Many of the positions ended with Marcia’s back arched backwards. Marcias perfect, but compact, breasts pointed firmly out, her fine pink nipples stretched to hard points. As she once again went into the wheel in a vain attempt to show Freddy how to get into this back arched position, her mound was thrust firmly up and mildly spread with the stretching exertion of the position. Her clitoris and lips, normally shyly hidden in her luxuriant bush, were puffed outwards and colored hot pink with heat. A flush of heat spread over my cock as I saw a fine sheen of liquid running slowly from her lips glistening in the sun as it seeped slowly into her bush. Slyly glancing at Freddy and Bill, I could see towels and hands held nonchalantly over their cocks to hide their erections.
I excused myself and returned to my blanket to read. As I lay face down surreptitiously humping my cock on the towel, I watched the lessons continue. Marcia not only demonstrated the positions, she was now helping the guys by lifting their asses and adjusting their legs, arms, and bodies. I knew that Marcia was very aroused - she’s always been just a little of an exhibitionist. The hippy nude beach scene gave her every excuse to strip naked, and she did at the slightest excuse. My suspicions about her exhibitionism were only reinforced by her propensity to lie on the beach with her legs apart or to stand and bend way over to fish in the cooler. Many a man has gotten a quick peek at her lips and clit. For men to get more than the occasional look at real lips normally well hidden in a woman’s bush, she has to really want to show it (or shave, much more popular these days). I wasn’t too worried about Marcia though. These guys were truly pale- skinned nerds and stood little chance of scoring with anyone at a beach populated with tanned Kristopherson look alikes.
The last position they all attempted was the shoulder stand. Marcia does an excellent shoulder stand and can meditate this way for at least thirty minutes. She loved to show this position. The guys did OK with the shoulder stand. Marcia seemed to spend a lot of time adjusting Bill in his attempts. Freddy, on the otherhand, picked up the shoulder stand quickly - dumb of him because Bill really seemed to be enjoying the handling. To my amazement, Marcia then demonstrated her extreme flexibility by again getting into the shoulder stand, then lowering her knees until they were on the ground alongside, actually touching, her ears. With clothes, Marcia is an impressive acrobat in this position. Nude, this was my favorite position because it pushed her ass high in the air and opened everything between her legs. Her bush would spread and her lips open showcasing her clitoris and her vagina itself. I came messily from humping my towel watching her spread her cunt wide for the guys, imagining how hot she looked all swollen and red and slicked with lubricant.
However, the shoulder stand was the end of the day’s show as she returned to pack up our stuff and the guys retreated to their tent at the edge of the beach. We walked back to the van and later enjoyed the best lubricated Marcia fuck in quite some time.
I could not spend all of Wednesday at the reservoir; I had to be at an IBM preliminary job interview at 11:30 over forty miles away. Marcia elected to spend the day at the reservoir rather than shop in Burlington. I drove her there early in the morning and caught a quick swim before I had to leave. With a line of late morning thunderstorms a clear possibility, I urged her to come with me to Burlington. She suggested that maybe she could wait out any storm in her friends tent. After getting an OK from Freddy and Bill, she spread out on the towel and I left for Burlington and an appointment at a classy restaurant.
The rest of the day was uneventful, stressful, and unproductive for me. Marcia? Well, I heard her story the next day. Marcia was soon joined by Bill and Freddy. They swam and talked for an hour until the weather closed in, then they fled for the big mountain tent that Freddy had borrowed for the trip. Marcia gathered her foam mat and her blanket along with all our stuff and got into the tent just as the first drops began to fall. Soon, it was raining hard with wind and lightning. Marcia and the guys watched the storm soon fade to showers talking of life and psychology, a shared interest. Soon, the conversation got around to sex. Freddy was a minor man of the world having had several women. Bill, however, was shy and amazingly unsuccessful in the dating world. All that Bill’s few dates had yielded was a few kisses and restaurant bills.
Marcia told them her whole story. She talked of our sexual troubles and her affair in Europe. Freddy and Marcia speculated on the deep down causes of her frigidity in our union as contrasted so starkly against the heat of her European affair. The conversation moved gradually to Bill and his lack of success. Bill stated “I’ve never even seen a naked women close up, never mind had sex”.
“But Bill”, Marcia returned, “you see naked women all the time at the nude beaches”.
“Yes, but I can’t really stare at them can I? I have to steal quick glances when the girls and their boyfriends aren’t looking. Besides, I can easily see their boobs, but their sexes hide in the hair between their legs. Your sex was the first I ever saw as we did yoga yesterday.”
Freddy joined in “how about if we all look at each other, no embarrassment, no shame. We can get comfortable with our nakedness and Bill can finally look to his heart’s content.”
As everyone though this was a good idea, the guys began to stare unabashedly at Marcias pert breasts while she took in their cocks. Bill’s was perhaps a little smaller than mine, about five and a half inches and thin in girth. Freddy’s cock was short and squat crowned with a thick wide head. Marcia’s examination soon had it’s affect; both cocks swelled and began to straighten out and point upwards. Bill’s soon stood hard with an upwards curve, all red and with a thin graceful hardness. Freddy’s short thick cock grew amazingly to a fat six or seven inch prong erupting out of his soft thighs. Recognizing the guys growing embarrassment with their condition, Marcia said “don’t cover up, it just a natural reaction. I’ve only seen two other cocks hard and yours look fine.”
