I always wanted to go to a nudist resort but there aren't any near where I live. Beside I doubt any of them would allow a male to enter without female company, their way of keeping out voyeurs.
My desire to parade au natural really wasn't a sexual thing it's just that for our whole lives we seem to undress, get in the shower, then get out, dress and out we go. Even if you sleep nude you get naked, get in bed between the sheets and when you get up you put on a robe and tie it securely around your waist so as not to flash your family. I mean we spend most of the time clothed and at least for me it always felt so unnatural. If I sleep in pajamas I feel like I'm being strangles all over my body.
Well I got to the point where I couldn't stand it anymore and made every effort to be a naked as I could when I could. At first because I most often was up before my family I would take my morning coffee on the covered patio allowing my robe to be open. Soon I purchased shorter thinner robes. My wife Wendy would be the next to get up and often catch me lounging in my open robe and chastise me for my behavior but that didn't stop her from smiling and sometimes groping me at the same time.
I next got the idea to enclose my back yard in a six foot high board on board fence so folks could not see in. Since the homes in my neighborhood are all one story they would have to get on their roof to peer into my yard. I was now safe to wander in my thirty by a hundred foot enclosure naked as the day I was born and only risk discovery by Wendy and our daughter Ann if I over stayed my morning time. Actually when I got the fence my wife deduced what it was for and only asked that I install a hot tub as well before the fence went up. I of course acquiesced and though the cost was dear we were both happy.
Now that there was a hot tub my spouse and I would sit out in the warm water with a glass of wine on Saturday nights, removing our suits when the hour got late. Yes, I am the one who started that the first night we stayed late. It wasn't long before we made love in the hot tub but I must say water is a poor sexual lubricant and we both found it uncomfortable to actually make love in the tub. Besides while we enjoyed being nude in the tub being nude out of the water together was much more thrilling physically and sexually.
My 38 year old wife surprised me one Saturday night when she informed me that she had invited her younger sister Sara and her fiancΓ© Mark to come over and enjoy the tub with us. I felt kind of strange because while my daughter and her girlfriend have used the hot tub on their own it really kind of felt like a stage where my wife and I had sex!
Saturday I set up a little table near the hot tub with wine on ice and glasses and Wendy made hors d'oeuvres. She kept it simple but they looked classy the way she laid them out. When Sara and Mark arrived it was already seven-thirty and so we headed directly outside, they commented how fancy it looked and said we shouldn't have gone to such a fuss for them. Our guests went to the spare room to change and my wife and I went to our room. They were waiting for us by the side of the tub and pouring themselves some wine when we got back out and after we poured ours we all got into the hot tub and settled in. I took the seat nearest the table first and watched them climb in.
I must say my sister- in-law was wearing a one piece but it was paper thin and hid nothing. Wendy was wearing a two piece she had purchased after we got the hot tub and it was minimal to say the least, I watched Mark watch her as she got in before him and his eyes were glued to the thong between her ass cheeks! We sat and chatted about what we all had been doing and the family and stuff and then we started talking about what prompted the purchase of the hot tub. Well I was embarrassed to answer and I hesitated. But Wendy just came out and regaled them with my lifestyle choice calling it my "little fetish" I objected and explained how I felt about it, defending myself. Then Sara surprised me by explaining that she and Mark had visited a few different nudist resorts. So I told them, getting back at Wendy, that we usually spent our Saturday evenings nude here in our own little resort. "That sounds great!" says Sara stands and promptly removes her suit and flings it against the patio wall of the house with a loud slapping noise. Mark broke out in a hardy laugh, stood up and said 'When in Rome . . . "and removed and thru his suit as well.