I could blame it on the alcohol. I could blame it on the heat of the moment. I could blame it on a man's (or a woman's) weakness. But it somehow won't cover up the truth of what happened. But I guess I better back up a bit.
My name is Scott, my wife is Beth. We've been married close to 30 years, now. We're in our late 50's (Beth a year younger). Kids are grown, moved out, having kids of their own. Being close to retirement, we've been looking at enjoying ourselves more like all the other baby boomers.
Guess you could say it started last year when Beth emailed me: "Hey! Are you still interested in going to a nudist retreat?" Duh! Is the Pope Catholic? Now keep in mind I had pestered her years before, perhaps back when our love life was a tad more randy, about visiting a place that showed pictures of folks without their clothes on, doing the sun, swim, and volleyball stuff. "No! Are you kidding me! Are you just looking for a chance to get laid, or get me involved with something kinky? Well, not on your life, buster!" So. I thought that was settled years ago. And now this comes, from where? Evidently some sort of seed was planted. It just took a couple decades to work its way up to get noticed.
So unsure of what we were getting into, we picked a place that offered "14 miles of trails" besides their other amenities. If nothing else, we could get into hiking, since we walk for exercise as it is. Once we were there, though, it turned out better than we ever thought possible! Besides finding ourselves to be more slim and fit, comparatively speaking, than we ever thought of ourselves, everyone we met was not only comfortable in their nudity, but friendly as all get-out. What warmed our hearts was to see entire families there, naked, having a good time. It still took a while to put our fears to bed, but while we discreetly checked out other people, we noticed that they did the same. For me, it turned out that what I thought was a small dick turned out to be a little beyond average. For Beth, the men got to appreciate the fact that she was a true blonde (mixed with a little grey), even though about half the women there shaved their pubes. Also that she was in the minority of those who didn't have floppy boobs, and even fewer that had the nice pointy nipples that always seemed to scream "Suck me, please!" So when Beth noticed that she was being noticed, her self-esteem went up a thousand fold. And the way the guys snuck stares at her, it seems her age was the last thing on their minds.
So after our first trip, Beth was sold on nudism. One thing we didn't like was the cabin we rented. Although nothing more than a mini-barn with amenities, we decided to do the tenting routine. Which, with an air mattress, isn't all that bad. After that, we played tourist to go visit other retreats, meet new folks, make new friends, and enjoy the sun, pool, hot tub, and whatever that group had on their calendar for that weekend.
Now fast forward to last weekend.
We had been to Lost Lake Resort before. It was relatively close and the couples there made you feel like you were old friends. We had arrived late Saturday morning, pitched our tent and set up camp. Another tenting couple were down a ways, almost out of hearing distance, which gave us a fair amount of privacy. Having shed our clothes, we grabbed our towels and camp chairs and proceeded to the pool. It wasn't even noon and the temp was in the eighties, so we were looking forward to rinsing off and having a naked swim. So on the second time of sitting out until the sun forced us to cool off in the pool that a couple in the next chairs over asked "Are you staying later for the pool party?"
"Yes," Beth answered. "We're staying over tonight."
"Well, good! You won't want to miss it! They'll have food and music and karaoke."
With the sun setting lower, we left our chairs and went back to camp to get out of the sun and grill up some dinner. By the time we got back to the pool, there was a dj blasting some old rock and roll with folks wearing some semblance of clothes for the occasion, sipping discreetly on beverages of the canned or plastic bottled variety. After a bit of enjoying the music, we went back to fetch our own version of alcoholic enjoyment. As the evening wore on, the effects of the sun and the alcohol soon took its toll. I'm happily blitzed, enjoying the music to glance over at Beth, who was standing, swaying to the music, doing a strip-tease with her shirt! First she would take a side and slip it over her shoulder, exposing her breast. Then flick it back up. And then do the same on the other side, all the time while moving her shoulders to the music. Uh-oh. The woman looks like she's in horny mode. Look out! So before some other men might notice how wound up she was getting, we danced some. If I had cared to notice, I would have seen several pairs of eyes watching in rapt attention. Instead, I chose not to see what kind of crowd we were drawing. Evidently, Beth was into her cups more than I knew, when I saw her stagger back to her seat. Instead of leaving right away, we stayed and finished the alcohol we brought, and by then, were two sheets to the wind. It was time to get back to the tent for some good old fashioned sex.
When Beth stood up and started weaving on her feet standing still, I saw the beginning of a problem. Then when I stood up and did the same, it was one of those "Oh shit! I think I must've been drinking" that only the astutely alcohol-muddled can surmise. So with my arm around her waist, I escorted her out of the pool area, as only the blind leading the blind can do. But it was at the fenced gate, there were two steps down that started her falling and tipping me in the process. Which, needless to say, brought concerned folks over to make sure that neither of us was hurt.
"Are you sure you're all right?" the gal who introduced herself as Monica asked us, after a couple others helped us back on our feet.
"Sure, we're fine! Just trying to help my wife back to the tent. Seems she's a little tipsy." I said with a straight face as sober as possible. (Well, I could try for that effect, couldn't I?)
