What had gotten into me?! I knew what had gotten into me. Several things had gotten into me. Or should I say both Rod and Eretto had gotten into me. And my poor husband, the man I've loved, what do I tell him? Again, what has gotten into me?
Mark and I have been married for ten years. I am in my 30's and so is Mark. We have been happy, have two beautiful children, a red headed boy who has his father's looks and eyes but my Irish red headed, pale skinned combination, and a dark haired little girl, who has my looks and green eyes, but her dad's darker, more tanned coloration. During those pregnancies and in the process of caring for my husband and children I had become very overweight. Yet despite picking up so many pounds and losing some of my athletic abilities Mark had always remained faithful to me. But with our responsibilities and the exhaustion that had come from all of these responsibilities, let's just say our love life had suffered.
But this hadn't mattered to me until recently. About six months ago looking at myself naked in a mirror and seeing what my weight had become I decided to take the plunge and get myself back into my pre-pregnancy shape. Mark had stayed fit and trim all these years, but I clearly hadn't. So I worked hard using a popular intensive exercise program on DVD. Then Mark surprised me for my November birthday by purchasing a membership to a local health club and offering to take care of our children while I would head off for exercises both early in the morning and after work.
I lost 40 pounds and toned up incredibly. The body I had become embarrassed about I was now strutting at the club. I wore more revealing exercise clothes which Mark didn't see, purchased a new bikini which I wore to the pool at the club (mind you I hadn't worn a bikini in years), and I encouraged men to flirt with me at the health club. But nothing ever threatened my relationship with Mark. In fact as a result of talking with one of my closest girl friends, in whom I had confided a secret desire, Mark paid for me to have my breasts tightened up. I have sizable breasts (36 D's) which gravity and breast feeding had taken its toll on. The surgery tightened them up so I kept the size and the roundness but my breasts now looked more like when I was younger. Now they stood up at near right angles to my chest. After the initial surgical pain I loved my new breasts and even went without a bra several times, which again Mark never knew about.
Having perkier breasts added further to my confidence and I continued to receive lots of compliments from both men and women about my appearance and how good I was looking. I also received more come-ons from men I didn't know. This was all very heady stuff for me. I had thought of myself for ten years as first my children's mother and second my husband's wife. I had lost a concept of myself as a woman who is very attractive to men on her own. And now it was coming back.
Another side effect of getting into shape was internal. It wasn't other men and women paying me complements or other men wanting to engage me sexually. It was my own libido. With increased muscle tone and increased circulation I felt more alive and more easily aroused whenever someone began to flirt with me. Unfortunately this wasn't Mark. He was tired from doing double duty to make it possible for me to sculpt and maintain this new me. I even tried wearing sexier clothing and coming to bed at night in the nude. And although Mark would rise to the occasion I found myself wanting something more exciting and naughtier...something a little wilder. I even suggested that we engage in some role playing or take turns masturbating in front of each other or strip down in the car and engage in risky sex in a park or some other public spot along a road. But he only expressed a weak interest, and I didn't want to seem too aggressive sexually. This was a little new to me, and I was still embarrassed at the feelings I was having.
Soon, however, my body and my mind felt like it had when I was a teenager and a college student, full of life but also full of trouble. I found myself longing for those days when my girlfriends and I would do wild things. We used to go out drinking, get to feeling very happy, find a secluded swimming hole and go skinny dipping. Or we would be at a club dancing suggestively and, feeling wild, invite some guys back to our rooms for some group sex. Or we would invite them to join us in skinny dipping usually leading to sex along the water's edge. Or we would dare each other at a college party to strip and then spend the remainder of the night in the nude with this usually leading to hooking up with some stud who would take care of our needs in the closest bedroom or on one occasion for me on a couch in front of the other partygoers. That had been an incredible thrill and now I found myself wanting that excitement again!!
I had never told Mark about those wild days; I hadn't wanted him to see me as some loose woman. He was only the second man I had fallen romantically in love with (my other being a high school sweetheart), and I didn't want to jeopardize what was a truly special relationship by coming off too loose and too wild. So I had held back on my secrets throughout our marriage. And they soon had disappeared under the responsibilities as a mother and wife that I took on.
But here they were again; these memories of wild partying and lust were occupying my thoughts frequently. And although my love life with Mark was nice, it wasn't wild like I found myself wanting. This new body wanted those wild days back. Let's face it I wanted a rough, wild fuck and a whole bunch more.
So when Mark suggested a romantic getaway for just the two of us I was overjoyed. It was a private camping park which catered to tent campers who wanted quiet and seclusion and a place where clothing is optional. The fact that he even chose a clothing optional place surprised me, but maybe at some level he was picking up on my needs. We planned on hiking and swimming during the day, all activities that my new body would burn up energy on. And then at night within our secluded campsite I hoped we could spend the night building a campfire and unwinding with some wine and then making love under the stars and moon or back in our tent with the sheer mesh roof over our heads if the insects became too much. I wanted others to see me making love to Mark. I was really looking forward to spending as much of the five-day weekend nude or as scantily clad as possible and engaging in as much sex with Mark as possible. I wanted to renew that sexual spark between my husband and me. I also wanted to show off my new, more sexy body to others and have my husband, who had had to put up with a frumpier me for years, be very proud of this new sexy me. I had even purchased a skimpier swimsuit than I had ever worn before.
That first day, when I came out of the tent wearing my new bikini which came up higher on my hips and left more of my butt and breasts exposed, Mark displayed mixed feelings. At first he was taken aback at how revealing the suit was; after all it was basically three small triangles of thin material, two for my breasts, one for my crotch, and almost nothing covering my backside. He had only seen me in one-piece swimwear so this was totally unexpected; only the men and women at my health club had seen me in skimpy bikinis. "Do you feel comfortable, Sherry, wearing that out in public? I mean, damn, it barely covers you. You look good, but damn!! One slip on top and you're exposed. And I can already see everything down below. That bikini is barely there."
I was a little short in my response, "So, you think my body is not good enough to show off? Aren't you proud of what I've accomplished over the last six months?" I guess this made him think twice.
He got a big grin on his face and rushing up to me and enfolding me in his arms he said, "I'm just not used to you this way. But I don't mind if I get to do this occasionally." He grabbed my bare bottom and squeezed it hard. And then he took his fingers and slid my bikini top to the side so my breasts were bare and uncovered. Dipping his head he grabbed one of my nipples with his teeth and tugged oh so slightly. A thrill went through my body. Anyone could have seen us and it was a thrill to have Mark boldly take my nipple and toy with it...in public. I wanted more!!
I think he thought he was shocking me with his sexy behavior but I was thoroughly enjoying the intimate attention and the exposure. "Honey, if you want, I can just go topless," and with a quick tug I loosened my bikini top and let it fall to the ground. "Yeah, I think I like this better anyway and the camp's literature says that clothing is optional at several of the beaches surrounding the lake. In fact maybe I should just go like this" and pushing him back I undid the strings on the sides of my bikini bottom and let it too fall to the ground. My newly trimmed red pubic hair below now caught his attention but good!