[JonThink]

My wife and I just spent a week at a nude resort. Apparently, the area had been having some electrical problem, and the only means of rectifying the situation was to re-cable all the electrical throughout the resort. None of the repairmen were nude or probably for that matter nudist. There were around 15 workers or more on the project. My wife had just returned nude from the public showers and announced that she felt a little strange walking around totally naked in front of all the workers. I asked if they had displayed any bad manners during the time that she was strolling by them. She said that they had been perfect gentlemen. I said that we could leave if she felt uncomfortable around them. She declined.

About an hour later, we decided to play pickleball. The workers were taking their lunch break near the court. My wife played the game just as if we were the only two around. She ran for shots and jiggled her ass and boobs while doing so. I noticed the workman watching intently, but again no indiscreetness on their part. In fact, I began to think my wife was enjoying the audience. I noted that she was bending from the waist to pick up balls from the court and in the process showing her pussy in addition to her ass.

After the pickleball game, we returned to the motor home for drinks and lunch. She made some pretty good Margaritas to go along with the burgers I cooked. By then, the workers had returned from their break and were working on the wiring in our area of the resort. My wife seemed to be at ease with their presence. After about the third Margarita, I noticed my wife was laid out on the chaise lounge with her legs spread a good 18" apart. I could see her looking at the workers and seemingly was smiling as they continually glanced at her privates.

Later, after a stint in the "conversation pool," we returned to shower at the communal shower before eating at the resort restaurant and attending the Friday night dance. My wife told me that she would be in the shower for awhile fixing her hair and to return without her. I did as she suggested but watched her return from about a 1/2 block away. The workers were still very present in our area, and she was really strutting her stuff as she walked back nude before them. I could tell that she was teasing them for all she was worth.

About 5:30 the workers knocked off for the day. We left the motor home and had a great meal at the resort restaurant. Shortly thereafter, we departed for the club dance. My wife wore a see-thru chiffon very mini dress with a plunging front that dipped below her belly button -- almost to her pussy. She proceeded to dance both fast and slow dances with her boobs shaking out of both sides of that plunging neckline. She laughed as they escaped their cover and put them back in place only after the dance was concluded. I noticed that another guy had been eyeing my wife throughout the evening. It didn't take long once I went for drinks for him to move in and ask my wife to dance. As I returned, my wife was dancing with the guy and once she came back to the table said, "You didn't mind, did you?" I said that it was O.K. As is the normal habit at most nude dances, by about halfway through the evening, most everyone sheds their clothing and goes fully nude. It really is enjoyable for all. However, this time when I went to get another round of drinks, Mr. Dance Guy shows up to dance with my wife. It was a slow dance and both were naked. I watched as I waited for our drinks. Before the drinks were prepared, another slow song and another dance with the same guy. Only difference was this time my wife and he were much closer and she was grinding her lower extremity into his lower extremity. Once back at the table with drinks in hand, my wife returned. She said, "That guy asked me to dance again, and I couldn't say no, because his wife has an injury and can't dance. And he enjoys dancing so much, his wife said go ahead and ask her to dance. Again, you don't mind, do you?" I said, "Probably not, if you don't spend so much time grinding your pussy into his dick while you are dancing with him." My wife smiled and said, "Oh, my, you are so sweet -- you are jealous!" I replied that I guessed so. She said, "O.K. I won't dance with the poor fellow anymore." I responded that his wife might appreciate that since he returned to their table with a hard dick. My wife replied, "Oh, you are too funny. I am certain that didn't happen." I looked over and said, "Don't look now, but they had words and are leaving." My wife said, "Oh, they were probably leaving because she was unable to dance."

After the dance was over, we stopped off at the hot tub for a soak. We visited with about 4 other couples who had been at the club. There was good conversation and a lot of laughter, but it was getting late. My wife said, "I need to wash this chlorine off my body or I can't sleep. I told her to go ahead and do so. I stayed in the hot tub while she went to wash off. The hot showers are open to the outside and can be readily seen from the hot tub. There she was, Miss Pretty Snockered, asking some guy to wash off her back side, which apparently included her ass. Once she has about six drinks, she really starts losing it and enjoys teasing guys to no end.

The remainder of our stay at the nude resort was rather uneventful as cold weather and rain blew in. However, once on the road back home, my wife asked if I would like for her to ride home on the two-day return trip fully nude. I said that would be great! It was almost laughable that as we passed big trucks, she would throw a blouse over her jugs. I said, "You just walked around nude all day before those electrical workers, and now you worry about a trucker glancing over and seeing you for a few seconds while we pass his rig." She thought for brief minute and said, "You are right. It is somewhat of a double standard." After that she never bothered to cover up (even in stop and go traffic). And I would see her frequently glance up as we passed a big rig to see if the driver was looking. And, frequently, I would see her grin just a bit after she glanced upward. She can be a bad girl, but I like it most of the time.