[stevezr1]

Last Wednesday the wife and I planned to spend the day together. We had hoped to go to the beach, but the weather was cloudy so we weren't exactly sure what we'd do. We didn't pack any beach stuff and figured we'd just have lunch at a casual seaside restaurant. I wore a pair of shorts and a shirt, the wife shorts and a bikini top.

It was about hour drive to the beach and as we drove the weather cleared to a perfect blue sky. Not wanting the waste a beautiful sunny day we headed for the State Park beach. Being a weekday, we knew there would not be a lot of people around, which is always a bonus.

As we neared the beach we stopped at a convenience store and bought a large beach towel, sunblock, a tiny cooler and some cold drinks. We chose one of the lesser used beaches at the far end of the state park and walked through the brand new beach pavilion area. This consisted of a circular group of fairly large buildings including men’s and women’s bathrooms/changing rooms, and two different snack bars with a group of outdoor showers in the center. The showers were on four big posts, each post with four shower heads, one in each direction.

The place was deserted; the snack bars were only open on the weekends. So we trekked out to the beach and saw that there were quite a few people at the beach, but nothing like a weekend I am sure. There were four life guard stands, three of which were laid down indicating they were not in use. We chose to sit far away from the lifeguard stand and the others, which was okay as long as we didn’t venture into the water.

We laid out our large beach towel close to what appeared to be the high tide mark, and relaxed in the sun as I pulled off my shirt enjoying the perfect day; it was an especially perfect with a nice breeze coming in off the water. We lay there for a few minutes, with me shirtless and the wife with her bikini top. I said it was crazy that I was wearing the big shorts. The wife asked what underwear I was wearing, and I said the white briefs that you got me for my birthday. Her reply was no surprise to me. She said they could easily pass for a pair of Speedos, although the material is substantially lighter.

That was all the consent I needed, the shorts were off in a second. I’ve written about this before; that the wife likes me to wear very light, tiny briefs. Feminine? That was my first thought. Was it her way of emasculating me? Whatever the reasoning, it turned her on.

Predictably, without another word the wife peels off her shorts leaving her with the just her bikini top and panties; plain white bikini panties. On this beach, most certainly topless sunbathing would get you arrested. It was still fairly early in the day, and before long others started gathering near us, but never closer than 15 yards or so. Because of that, our sunbathing attire would not bring any unwanted attention to us whatsoever, even though we took a hike down the beach away from others and passed quite a few other beachcombers.

After a few hours we thought we’d leave the beach and visit a restaurant and enjoy a late lunch or early dinner. We pulled on our shorts, gathered our stuff and headed out. As we walked through the pavilion area, I noticed that there was only a group of two middle-aged women and a half dozen of grown girls, likely all mothers, sisters and cousins either showering or waiting on the others. The thought getting the sand, sweat and sunblock off me seemed like a good idea. But wearing wet clothes did not appeal to me. As we passed near the entrance to the men's changing area, I told the wife to stop.

She had no idea what I was planning, but I handed her my shirt, then pulled off my shorts and handed them to her as well. I quickly jumped under a shower and gave myself a quick scrub-down and rinse. Knowing these briefs are now totally transparent, I walked directly back to the wife, grabbed my shorts and stepped into the men’s area and changed into my shorts. When I came out holding my wet briefs, the wife said that was a great idea, now hold my stuff. With that she handed me the towel, and pulled off her shorts AND her top!

Since there were only women in the area, the fact that the wife showered topless wasn’t all that shocking, but still and arrestable offense. But I suspect my wife’s actions caught more attention than me showering because all eyes were on her! And like me, the wife showered in record time while I walked toward the entrance to the women’s area. I had to chuckle as she opened her eyes after rinsing her hair to find I was gone! Within a split second her face went from horror to a wide grin as she saw me close to her destination, the women’s changing area. As she briskly walked by me I held out her shorts and top as she disappeared into the changing area. We could now enjoy our seafood meal totally refreshed!

A fun afternoon with a nearly-nude finale!
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