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Over the weekend, we were remembering some fun times, and I asked her if she had any particular memories from the 1980's going to nudist parks. She mentioned several that I have already discussed here plus a couple more:

In a camp in Florida where we stayed for several days with friends, she remembered two things specifically. One was an attractive blonde guy from Sweden that had a long thick penis surrounded by blonde curly hair. She says that he caught her staring at it in the shower and asked if she liked it. She was embarassed but said yes, and he asked if she would like to see it have fun. He had her touch it, and begin to jack it, and it rose suddenly to about ten inches and stood straight up and hit his belly. She had never seen one do that, and certainly not that quickly. I don't remember any of this so she thinks she was with two of her girlfriends who were with us. They all began to stare and without anyone touching him further, he shot a massive load of cum in a matter of moments. I remember seeing this guy--how could you not see him?---but I never saw him erect only swinging around while he played tennis. She said it was a shame that he could not control himself for very long.

Another event that she reminded me of, and I should have remembered it, was sitting in the grass around the pool, talking to three other couples.For some reason, we were not on towels like we usually would have been. One of the girls looked at my wife, and said " there is a spider near your crotch". Hating spiders, my wife looked toward her pussy, and just then one of the guys reached over and touched her, but he did not catch it. She was sitting with her legs crossed in front of her, Indian style, and she immediately fell back and asked that we look for the spider. I spread her open and could not see anything, and one of the girls told me to feel inside in case the spider had crept inside her. I did that, but suggested one of the others do it too. Another guy put two fingers in my wife, and swept his fingers around. She is lying on her back with her knees pulled up, using her hands to spread herself wide open for him. Her face was bright red, and she was clearly coming from the expression on her face. By now, others had gathered around,maybe 20 in total, and some were concerned it could be a brown recluse or a black widow, both of which are poisonous, so yet another person, a lady nurse, began by looking inside, then probing with her fingers and I thought for a minute her entire small hand was going in but it didn't. One more young man began probing before someone suggested we get a douche kit and wash her out internally. My wife got to her feet, and walked on wobbly legs, having just been gang-fingered and spread wide open like she was having a baby. One of her girlfriends walked with us towards our cars and our clothes, and once we were away from the crowd she asked "Did you enjoy that?". My wife was shocked, and so was I. This friend went on to explain that this had happened to her once, and she thought it was the type of attention my wife would like, so she and her husband acted like they saw a spider but there wasn't one. We were relieved, and she relaxed. The next day, several people approached and asked if she was ok. She says she saw a couple of guys get erections watching her get fingered.

She also reminded me that at our favorite west coast club, in the Topanga Mountains just north of Malibu, we made a major mistake on our first trip there. We used the ASA guidebook for a map after calling ahead to make sure that we could visit without being club members, and when we found the dirt road in (most nudist clubs are fairly remote for clear reasons) we drove up a steep driveway. It split and, since we did not see any markings, we went to the right. It was a parking area with about 25 cars and was lined with trees and thick brush. We saw a path going up into some trees, so we thought we were at the right spot. Since we were not spending the night, we got out of the rental car, stripped nude, and locked our clothes in the car, putting the car key and some money to pay the ground fees in my shoe. We had started walking away from the car, and we heard something like a truck heading our way. A quick glance showed a big yellow school bus just emerging around the corner. We ran behind a car and cowered, scared to death without a single stitch of clothing on either of us. We were about 8 or 9 cars away from ours, and on the other side of the parking lot. The bus stopped not far away and about 4 or 5 children got out and walked up the path we were about to go on. If they had arrived 5 minutes later, we would have met. The bus took its time turning around, while we squatted behind a VW golf, and then left down the same road it had come on.

Looking around, I crept behind cars near bushes, and heard people talking nearly. Telling her to stay put, I dashed to the car, opened it and got in. I quickly put on some shorts, and looked up to see my wife running towards me. I picked up my Poloroid and took a photo, but between my hands shaking and her running, it was mostly a blur. She got to the car and we got dressed and drove back to where the split in the road was. I turned and immediately saw the entrance sign for the club. We pulled in their parking lot, which was just above the lot we had just been in, but separated by thick shrubs. To this day, I have no idea where the path went that the kids walked to. It might have been into the nudist club.

Years later, after we had been to this club maybe four or five times, and really enjoyed it, we were walking nude back to our car in this upper parking area. We heard voices, and looked around but there was no one to be seen, except for one lone man cooking on a small grill behing a camper on the back of a pickup truck at the other end of the lot. My wife was curious and as she walked toward the lower parking lot and between two cars, the voices got quiet, but she saw some eyes in the bushes. She walked closer and it was about a half dozen young men, peeking out. She spoke to them, but made no effort to cover her nudity. She was where she was supposed to be but they were not. They saw me too, but they were clearly more interested in her. She spoke to them and had a conversation for about ten minutes while they stared. She told them that they should not peek, and that someone else might get upset and call the police on them. We later joked about how we should have called the police just to see how they react in a nudist club.

She also reminded me of the time one of our nudist friends invited us to an "adults only" nudist function in a major city, but I will tell that another time.