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I thought my wife and I had told all our stories on here but she surprised me with another recently. The first time we went to a nudist club was with friends from North Carolina. We had all been nude at their pool, but not in the great outdoors with lots of other people. My wife was nervous but our friends told her she would love it. She loved it and wanted to go to as many clubs as we could (and see and be seen by everyone we could!)afterwards.

That summer, we went to several nudist resorts before she had our first child so truthfully, she had a better figure. Please look at the right hand photo on post #9 in this thread. That is her walking back from the manager's cabin to our car, taken within a few months of the following event.

At the first club we visited and later went to often, we had a room at the top of the stairs in an old house on the property. Across from us were our friends in another bedroom and between our rooms was a bathroom and tub. At that time, downstairs was a sitting room with a lot of books and a TV, and the old dining room was at the bottom of the stairs and had a dining table and chairs which looked like they had been there for a long time. There was a kitchen with a refrigerator and a vending machine with soft drinks.

We had a great first day nude all day and decided to go into Annapolis for some seafood. We got dressed and my wife came out of the bath in a lightweight loose fitting dress and, to my surprise, black stockings and low-heeled shoes. She knows I love a garter belt and stockings, and of course, back then, women were still wearing them daily. Pantyhose were just emerging on the scene. Our friends wore shorts like I did and we went downstairs and got in the car. Being fully dressed at a nudist club makes you feel strange, in my opinion. We had a great meal and drove back to the nudist club.

On the way back, our friend--the husband---found he had broken a tooth, probably on a shell, although he didn't realize he had done it while at the restaurant. They decided to let us out at the club's front gate, and drive several miles to a pharmacy and get something for his tooth. The walk from the gate to the house where we had a room was not far, maybe a hundred yards. I told my wife I was going to strip because I was uncomfortable being dressed when we saw nudists. She disagreed and said she couldn't . I didn't understand but we walked back to the house. I went upstairs and she said she was going to get a drink from the machine. I undressed and laid on the bed, picked up a book and waited for her.

She came into the room with soft drinks in both hands, giving me one. She took a sip and then pulled her dress over her head. To my joy, all she had on was a black garter belt to go with the dark stockings and black shoes. We fell on the bed and made love. Being a guy, afterwards I laid back and when my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

What I did not know until a couple of days ago was that my lovely wife realized after she had been fucked in every way possible, that she had left her pocketbook downstairs by the vending machine when she was looking for coins. She ran downstairs to get it and a group of maybe 5 or 6 guys were gathering around the table getting ready to play poker. They were all staring at her like she was the first nude women they had ever seen, then she remembered she still had on the black garter belt, high dark stockings and heels. She said she had the urge to cover her naked hard nipples and her hairy, just fucked triangle, so that is what she did, and froze.

Of the six men, aged 35 to 65, four now had obvious erections and the other two were fondling themselves. She didn't know what to do when one of the men stepped forward with his cock bouncing with every step. She could not take her eyes off it. He said "aren't you and your husband new to nudism?". My wife said yes, and he said that one rule was to be completely nude on the property and never dress in a sexy or alluring way. The only exceptions are babies in diapers and women who are having their period can wear shorts. She explained she was just running downstairs to get her pocketbook and go back to our room. One of the men went into the kitchen and brought her the pocketbook. Again, she could only stare at his hard penis that was pointed up at her. He set the pocketbook at the foot of the stairs.

She says all she could do was stare at the hard cocks and men staring at her. She dropped her hands and said "I guess you have all seen me naked so there is no need to cover up" , and that seemed to make the erections get harder. Remember, here is a 23 year old attractive naked woman, who had never been in a situation like this.

She said that she was sorry and did not mean to break the rules and that she would go upstairs now. One of the younger guys asked "what are we supposed to do with this?" as he waved a handsome hard cock at her. She said she would like to go upstairs and remove her clothing then she would come back and discuss it with them. She ran upstairs and thought about not going back down to face the men, but then she realized she had once again left her pocketbook. She removed the few clothing items, including her shoes, and walked back down the stairs fully nude, but feeling less sexy than she had been minutes before. Part of this is my fault. I had taught her that if she ever wanted my attention for sex, put on a garter belt and stockings. It always did the trick for me, and now she had learned other men liked it too.

She stood beside the table and every man she could see had a hard-on and most were actively rubbing them. She said that she would not have intercourse with anyone because she was married and she was not on the pill, but she would help them with her hands if they wanted. She told me the other day that she took 3 of the men, one at a time, into the little kitchen(so I would not come downstairs and catch her) with the refrigerator and vending machine and started jacking them off. Two ejaculated after a few minutes and the remaining guy took so long she sucked him to a climax. She went outside expecting to walk upstairs, but one of the guys said no, get on the floor and spread yourself wide-open. She said she knew her face was beet-red as she pulled her vulva as wide open as she could, but she did it and two of the men jacked off seeing her. She said she came seeing all the men staring between her legs at her most secret place. The remaining guy still had not been able to get erect like his friends. She walked upstairs, ready to tell me about her nudist-club adventure but I was fast asleep. The next day she saw most of the men around the club but nothing was said, and since we were with our friends, she could not tell me what happened. She finally decided it might be best if I didn't know.

Then she told me she remembered another time, but wouldn't tell me yet.