My wife Amanda and I have been happily married for 26 years. Amanda is a beautiful "girl next door" type, and at 48 she still looks very much like she did in her late twenties. We still have sex 4 or 5 times a month and have always been very adventurous within the confines of our monogamy. Having watched a fair amount of porn together, we've often talked about what it would be like to have another person, or another couple, join us. Over the years we explored our preferences for how it would happen, where, and what we'd want from the experience. Talking about it has always been a sure-fire way to turn her on.
I don't exactly know when it went from idle talk to a real possibility in her mind, but at our last anniversary dinner she asked me if I'd be willing to try a clothing optional resort. She presented the idea as a way to make a "friend". Thank God we were sitting at a table, because I knew exactly what she meant, and my cock got hard just from hearing her propose the idea. Apparently, she'd done some research and landed on a small private resort about 4 hours from home advertised as adults only, clothing optional, and 420 friendly. She handed me her phone so I could see pictures, and if there was a place to let loose this seemed to be it. I agreed to give it a try. To my surprise she made a reservation for 2 months into the future while we were still at the table.
The anticipation from that moment onward was overwhelming. In the week leading up to the trip she spent time after work each day preparing. It was clear she was excited which kept me on the edge of exploding. We left early on Friday morning, got lunch on the way, and arrived at the resort for a prompt 2pm check in.
There was a small group of people already hanging out by the pool, and they all appeared to be within 10 years of our age. Everyone was smiling and having a good time. After quickly dropping our bags in the room, changing into swimwear, and organizing our poolside treats we joined the fun. Fifteen minutes after arriving we were completely relaxed on lounge chairs next to a kidney bean shaped pool, under a warm afternoon sun.
Amanda quickly fell into the vibe of an adults-only weekend. This idea had been in her head for a long time, and I could tell it was meeting her expectations. Being there, she realized how much she wanted to be noticed. Looked at. Wanted to feel the rush of somebody else's gaze. On the drive in she was pretty sure she'd go topless but was just as sure that her bikini bottom was staying on. Now that it was real, she got lost in the moment. Seeing that there were three other women fully nude and five guys the same way, she started to feel a bit odd about having a swimsuit on. Seeing other people feel so free was having an impact on her, and she stood up and took her bottoms off. The movement elicited a few glances from around the pool, and she loved it.
After being in the hot sun for an hour, she needed a fresh drink back in the room. While we were freshening up her margarita, I asked her if there was somebody at the pool she liked. Her candid response took me by surprise, and she went on to describe the tall younger guy who seemed to be there by himself.
She asked how serious I was about making one of our fantasies come true. I confirmed that she was free to make something happen, as long as I was there. She reminded me I wasn't allowed to get mad if she acted like a bit of a slut. As we were leaving the room she went to her overnight bag and grabbed a box of condoms. She took one out and placed it on the small table next to the door and led me back out to the pool. This time neither one of us had a swimsuit on.