1. Susan's first nudist beach experience


    Date: 9/8/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Straight Sex, Written by women, Author: taniadaniels, Source: sexstories.com

    KAW #2 Susan’s first Nudist beach experience. (Part one) My name is Martin Blackshaw. I am sixty four years of age and a retired long distance driver. It all seems so long ago now, but the details are as sharp in my mind as they were at the time. My wife Susan and I were both in our late thirties and regularly took packaged holidays to Spain. We often saw the signs for nudist beaches as we passed in a car or bus. I suggested going to see what they were like every time, but Susan hastily declined the idea on each occasion without giving it any serious consideration. Earlier in 1988 we had skinny dipped from a pedalo in Croatia way out in a lagoon, where no-one could see us, and she was thrilled and thought it the best part of the holiday to swim without a swimsuit or bikini. Yet still she refused to go to a nude beach where I suspected everyone would be naked. We had no children to worry about despite our constant attempts. Every year we would abandon contraception, be it the pill or condoms, to physically try for the child we so desperately wanted. But to no avail. Susan pleaded for us to be tested but I was so blind to reality that we were normal human beings with normal bodies, and that one day she would conceive if we tried hard enough. As the years passed each six months of attempts began to get more tiring and started to affect the rest of our lives. Jobs came and went with remarkable regularity as the determination to have a child became more and more of a fixation ...
    which affected our work. We were both approaching our fortieth birthdays and jointly decided that enough was enough. The previous six months had taken it’s toll. Six months constant daily sex with no successful result at that age is both soul destroying and exhausting. Don’t let anyone tell you different! That high performance car we had put off buying was now going to be a priority. Holidays abroad were going to be regular and enjoyable and, I fervently hoped, with the worries of non parenthood now put aside, Susan would finally agree to that nudist beach I had dreamed about. That August in 1989 was our first holiday without having to worry about anything. We were in Southern Spain. We had booked a coach excursion form the hotel, and found ourselves seated by another English couple . The lunch stop was in the mountains at a roadside café and we sat and chatted with the same couple from the coach over lunch. Susan commented on the fantastic tans that Derek and Sheila boasted. It appeared that when they were not taking excursions they liked to spend most of the daylight hours on a local nudist beach and, as if to underline how much of an all over tan she had, Sheila did no more than pull a tanned breast from her bikini top, with not a single white mark visible. It was Derek who put out a restraining hand or her bikini bottoms, which would most probably have been dropped to prove the all over nature of her brown body. They both explained how wonderful nude beaches were, and I could ...
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