[Saddledrifter]

My wife and I were on vacation in Santa Cruz. We decided to partake of one of their many nude beaches. Bonny Doon seemed like a good choice since we wanted to take a convertible ride up into the mountains around Felton after our beach stint. When we arrived at the site, we headed across the railroad track and down to the beach. My wife was a little taken back that she was the only female on the beach. There were probably 20 or so guys in the immediate area where we laid out our towels. It appeared that all eyes were on her as she prepared to get her all-over tan. She spread her towel, and began pulling off her top. She was braless under that top, so she immediately was topless. And since she was commando, once she stepped out of her skirt, my wife was standing there totally nude. I noted that all the guys around us had cell phones they were supposedly talking on. However, I am about 90% certain they were getting an array of nude pictures of my wife. Initially, she laid down on her towel with her feet toward the ocean. Periodically, she would turn over, and I noted that as soon as she turned, the guys were back on their cell phones. After awhile, I asked if she would like to take a walk to the other side of the beach, and she agreed. So we took a nude stroll across the sand. I have to admit watching her walk nude across the expanse of sand with her long hair blowing in the ocean breeze was a real sexual turn-on. On our return trip to our towels, we stopped and kissed while in a nude embrace. I couldn't help but to get an erection from that. She reached down and grabbed my member, and said, "You are becoming a bad boy!" I responded that I knew it, but couldn't help myself. She said that she would expect that it would be O.K. by the time we were around the others near our towels, and she was right. Once back to our towels, my wife said that she wanted to turn facing the ocean to see the beautiful view. So her feet were toward all the guys on the beach near to us. I noted the phones once again came out as she laid on her stomach with her ass end toward the audience. Perhaps she was unaware that all this was going on behind her, but I think she actually wasn't. I noticed that she had spread her legs and feet out wide enough that the guys all had a really nice pussy and ass shot of her. Periodically, she would move her legs in and out -- I think to give the guys a little action shot. And, then, as we were getting ready to leave, she rolled over on her back and sat up with her front toward the audience and her legs spread with her knees up, which provided an excellent pussy shot. As we readied to leave, my wife put on her skirt, but was still commando. And she decided to dispense with putting on a top, and walked back to the car topless. Once at the car, I again lowered the vehicle's top and took off on Felton and Ben Lomand ride with a topless wife and topless car. Returning back into Santa Cruz, my wife remained topless while in the car. We then decided to head down Highway 1 to Capitola and visit that beach town. What we didn't plan on was a traffic backup that allowed numerous cars and trucks to pass us and get a good view of my wife's toplessness. That didn't seem to bother her until a large tour bus pulled up alongside of us in the adjoining lane, and numerous people were peering our the bus windows at my half nude wife. She hollered, "Why didn't you warn me that the bus was moving alongside of us?" I replied that I had not noticed it coming. The fact is that I had, but my wife, previous to that moment, didn't seem to mind the other cars and trucks passing bu us. So I thought, "WTF!" when I saw the bus coming toward us. Once we were in Capitola, my wife slipped on a nice see through blouse that had no buttons on the front and only a tie at the bottom. It provided a good view of her cleavage through the open front slit and a great view of her tits through the very see through blouse material. I definitely enjoyed the site sitting across from her in that Capitola Restaurant while we were sipping on our Margaritas. From there, it was back to the motel and a nice good-night screw.