What have you got your wife or girlfriend to do

[Risasay]

Originally Posted by Nudebeachlover22

Sounds like the two of you are ready to graduate to the nude resorts. I assure you that once she spends a day not dealing with a wet bathing suit, she’ll never want to stay at a regular resort again.

Haven’t done a resort but we have been to a few nude beaches. But I’m with you. At the nude beaches we’ve been to people tend to be pretty far apart. She’s been on a kick of wanting to go to the Mediterranean soon and has said she’d go nude if everyone else was and those beaches seem a lot more crowded.

[collector5757]

[QUOTE=Risasay;3592121]Haven’t logged in here in a long time but felt compelled to get some stories out in the open.

Terrific stories. Thank you. You should post more!! 👏👏👏

[cuck4annie]

The first time we looked at porn together was in an adult bookstore. By request Annie wore her black clingy dress. Braless, tit falling out when she bent over, pretending to read the details on the toys. Standing behind her, pressing my bulge lightly against her buttocks. She had her long hair up in a loose, messy bun showing off her long smooth neck, and an unobstructed view of her breasts. See photo: I will continue with what happened next, depending on how much interest there is...

[crazyloco]

I have four different stories, so I'll start in chronological order.

Over the years, my shy/prude wife from the Bible Belt has loosened up quite a bit. In the early years of our marriage, getting her to wear a skimpy outfit or a cheeky bikini was tough if not impossible. But, as I think is the case with many women, as she got older, she cared less about what others might think. And it helped that her body stayed tight. Some of the dresses got shorter. Some of the shirts were worn without a bra. And super-skimpy, thong bikinis became the staple.

About five years ago, at around age 42, I convinced her to go to a nude beach. We weren't there for very long, but she stripped down completely naked and walked around for a bit, as it was mostly empty. Back then, she had A Cups on a petite five foot frame, great butt, and completely smooth pussy. A few people got to see her completely naked and I was pretty happy about that.

About two years after that, she upgraded to DD boobs. You might think a size like that would look comical on a small frame, but we picked a great surgeon (and I spent a lot of money), and they actually looked very natural. We went back to the nude beach. It was much busier. She got rid of her top and walked around for a bit in just a tiny thong, but she was reluctant to go full nude. Nevertheless, I was happy that several people got to see her tits and ass that day.

About a year after that, we planned a trip to Vegas, and I told her I wanted to go to Moorea, the topless pool. I had been there previously with a buddy and generally enjoyed the vibe, not to mention the topless women. I wasn't quite sure what she would think or how game she would be to spend a whole day topless with so many people around but figured what the hell. At worst, I would get to see other women's tits. It turned out that Saturday was full of surprises.

First, the outfit. I expected the bikini: a multi-color top and black thong bottoms. But then she threw on a sheer cover-up that, honestly, was like wearing nothing at all. In the past, no matter how skimpy the bikini, she always covered up with a modest cover-up until we got to the beach or pool. That day, there was nothing modest about the cover up. Everyone throughout the hotel hallways and the casino would get to see her ass as we made our way to the pool. Funnily enough, when we got there, it turned out she had forgotten her ID. So she had to make her way BACK through the hotel, etc. to the room and then back down. Before we set foot in Moorea, about a hundred people had already seen her ass.

Second....when we finally got into the pool area, we were shown to a big lounge bed we had reserved which were on the main pool level. They were in the "second row" so to speak--not pool adjacent but up by a wall, behind which sits the giant hot tub. The conversation went like this:

"So, I can go completely topless?" she asked.

"Yes," I said and then turned to get a sense for the vibe and how many women there were. "But most women don't get topless until the afternoon, after they've had a few drinks and--"

By the time I had turned back around, my wife was standing there in nothing but her thong. Her big tits (and big areola) were out for everyone to see.

"As I was saying, most women wait--"

"Look, you brought me to a topless pool. I'm topless. Now shut up and let me do my thing."

I shut up, but I kept wondering if this moment of courage would pass quickly. It did not. She remained topless throughout the day, except to go to the bathroom, as pool rules require women to put on a top for the restroom.

But some more specific surprises were in store.

Third, after a bit, I asked her to go into the pool. That's when I first sensed some hesitation and got an initial "no." Lying on a bed was one thing, but walking to the pool topless was a little too exhibitionist for her. But I convinced her to go and told her once she got in the pool, she could just keep her tits below water level. She agreed, and we went into the pool. But then she surprised me because she walked over to the shallow part, making sure her tits remained above the water for everyone to see.

In fact, they looked so good this throuple (married couple + single friend) came over to talk to us for a while. The single woman (blonde, attractive, big natural tits) specifically said she wanted to talk to my wife because her "natural tits looked so good." I didn't correct her.

We spoke with them a while and eventually my wife and the single woman got out and went back to our chairs to chat and drink some more. I chatted with the "main couple" for a while, but it was relatively normal conversation about shows and gambling. I returned to my chair. The single woman and my wife were just sitting there, topless and chatting. The blonde eventually left. Before I could ask, my wife was quick to note, "She's not my type so don't ask."

Fourth surprise.... At one point, she put on her top and went to the restroom. When she came back, she stood at the edge of the lounge bed surveying the scene. I could tell there were some guys in the hot tub behind us, so I told her, "I think the guys in the hot tub would like to see your tits." Without hesitation, she unclasped her bikini top and threw it on the lounge chair. She stood there for a few seconds, smiling at them.

"And your ass," I said. She turned around, and the guys now had a full view of her ass in her tiny thong.

The last surprise was perhaps the biggest. Toward the end of the day, we walked over to the pool again--topless like the last time. I'm not sure why, but the pool was absolutely freezing the second time we got in. She couldn't stand it, so I figured we would be returning to our lounge bed quickly. Wrong.

Instead, she got out of the pool and sat on the far edge of the pool. For those of you who haven't been to Moorea, the far edge of the pool is basically exhibitonist paradise. There are places throughout the club where you can be discreetly topless (e.g., under an umbrella toward the back of the club). The edge of the pool is not one of those places. If you are sitting on that ledge, there is no hiding from anyone. It is as exposed as you can be to the hundred or so people there. And there was my wife, sitting with her tits out for everyone to see. There was one guy who sat to her right about two feet away who could not stop staring. He was trying to be sly about it, but it wasn't working, so I just gave him a nod and smile to let him know it was okay.

I wish I could say things got somewhat saucier with another couple, but that would be untrue. Toward the end of the day, we just got dressed and went back to the room to shower and go to a show.

I've tried to go back again in the last couple of years, but it hasn't happened. I'm hopeful that we can do so again this year. I would love to go with another couple, but I don't know that we have cool couple friends who would be down with it. If you've seen my other posts, you'll see that I fantasize about her going there with just her girl friends, but that hasn't happened either.

[Hamburgny69]

Originally Posted by cuck4annie

The first time we looked at porn together was in an adult bookstore. By request Annie wore her black clingy dress. Braless, tit falling out when she bent over, pretending to read the details on the toys. Standing behind her, pressing my bulge lightly against her buttocks. She had her long hair up in a loose, messy bun showing off her long smooth neck, and an unobstructed view of her breasts. See photo: I will continue with what happened next, depending on how much interest there is...

Please tell us more

[cuck4annie]

Thank you for your interest. Well, we ended up going to an adult theater nearby. She wanted to see what it was like inside, all the other patrons were men, Annie was the only girl in there. As soon as we sat down other men began to notice her and moved closer to us. She gripped my hand tightly, feeling nervous about all the attention she was getting from the faceless strangers staring at her. Her bare legs exposed in the dim light, her fragrance mixed with the smell of spent semen, was incredibly exciting. I went to the restroom, leaving her alone and unprotected for what seemed like an eternity. When I returned, she was surrounded by men jacking off looking at her. I was so proud of her for being such a good sport. She had reluctantly allowed hands from behind grope her breasts in the dark as she waited for my return. Want to hear more?

[Saddledrifter]

My wife and I, along with two other couples, got together over at one of the couple's homes. The liquor was really flowing that evening. Pretty soon, the women were all topless and snuggled up on the bed together. My wife had worn an extremely short mini skirt that evening, with a mesh g-string and high boots. She said that she was getting uncomfortable in those boots. Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed next to her and offered to help her get her boots off. She agreed. Pretty soon, she was spread eagled on the bed attempting to work those boots off. Her skirt had worked its way up to her waist. Things were getting pretty visible for all to see through that mesh g-string. Mike was really getting a close-up eyeful. I laughing said, "Gee, you think that g-string is also causing you to be uncomfortable. Mike had just finished pulling the last boot off at about that moment. My wife laughed when I said that she might be getting hot with that g-string on. Before you knew it, Mike reached up and pulled the g-string off. There she was with her pussy widely exposed to the group. Everyone laughed, including her -- although I think initially she was a little embarrassed. Pretty soon, the other women stripped down to their g-strings and then pulled off those in short order. Then I pulled off my clothes and jumped on my naked wife on the bed. The other guys followed and were on their significant others in a heartbeat. Shortly thereafter, every couple was fucking on that bed like crazy. My only disappointment was that it didn't expand to a swinging ordeal. However, every person did get some good groping on each other. After the women cleaned up, we all went out to the hot tub and continued to play some heravy grab ass.

[Risasay]

Shame to see this thread fall off the main page. Guess I should log in more and add to it.

I said a while back how when me and my wife travel, our fun activities ramp up. We recently stayed on the coast in CA at a Airbnb in a quiet cul de sac. Not much trouble to get ourselves into. However the front room had a huge window looking out onto the street. It started about two feet up from the floor and went nearly to the ceiling. In the Airbnb rule book they asked that we take the trash bins to the street on Wednesday evening for Thursday morning pick up. We were scheduled to leave Thursday so we were up and having coffee when I heard the loud sound of a garbage truck coming down the street. I was standing at this point and moved behind my wife and reached around her and lifted her t shirt over her head. She made no effort to stop me. She smiled and said “god you're incorrigible.” I lifted her up and slid her shorts down. No panties and her pussy was clean shaven as she always does for our trips. I stood her up and nudged her toward the window as the truck pulled up out front. From the small window in the door I watched the truck’s drivers face as he noticed my wife. She moved about the living room pretended to be busy doing things. He hesitated and activated the trucks arm to lift the can but kept staring. My wife then moved to the coffee table facing away from the window and leaned over it needlessly rearranging the magazines on top of it. Her legs a couple feet apart, knees slightly bent, leaning way over with her round cheeks apart and pussy showing. He finished emptying the can and stayed put. Then my wife spun around and made eye contact and pretended to be embarrassed. She covered her tits and turned, giving him one last glimpse of her rump before scurrying off to the bedroom. He quickly pulled away having been “caught”. I joined her in the room and went down on her for a good ten minutes to multiple orgasms. I’d come up for breath to ask her if she liked him seeing and she’d say “oh yes. I wanted him to see”.

She’s such a sport.

[Domino2010]

Years ago I got my wife to sit on a scanner without any knickers on so her pussy was on display , as you can imagine her lips were against the glass so very close up . We then sent it to a close mate of ours ! . As you can imagine he was well pleased when he opened his inbox .
Our friendship with our friend was good and often there were sexual innuendos/conversations about sex and after some time this was the result after I egged the wife on to do it.

[Chadfrat28]

Me and my girlfriend are both 25, and this was the first time I brought her to this beach I had been reading about for a while. I had to do the convincing. She wasn’t against it, but she kept asking if it was really worth the drive, if it would be crowded, and if it was actually the kind of place she’d feel comfortable. I told her I had done the research and it seemed relaxed, sunny, open, and worth trying at least once.

Part of why I wanted to take her there was because I already knew I loved showing her off. I loved how good she looked and how naturally she carried herself. She has that young, fit, perky body that turns heads without her even trying. I liked the idea of other people noticing her too, especially somewhere she didn’t have to hide.

When we got there, it was busier than I expected. The only open spot was right up by the water, basically in front of everyone. I remember setting the towel down and feeling that rush right away. There was no private corner. No way to blend in. We were going to be seen. She looked around for a second, and I thought maybe she’d hesitate.

She didn’t.

She stripped down like it was nothing. No nervous laugh, no covering up, no asking if people were looking. She just got comfortable on the towel in the sun, completely relaxed. She looked incredible in that light, young, fit, perky, and totally at ease with herself. I already knew I liked exposing her to attention, but seeing how naturally she owned it made it way hotter than I expected.

And people noticed. Of course they did. We were too close to the water and too visible for them not to. Guys walking by slowed down a little. A couple older men kept finding reasons to pass near us, pretending to check the waves or look for a spot. I loved every second of it. I loved knowing they were looking at her and admiring her, probably wishing they were the one sitting next to her. It didn’t take anything away from me. It made me want her more.

Then one older gentleman actually came over and started talking to her. At first it was just normal beach talk, like how nice the water was, whether we had been there before, and how crowded it usually got. I figured he’d say a few words and move on. But she smiled, answered him like it was no big deal, and he stayed.

Five minutes turned into ten, then close to fifteen. The whole time, I just sat there watching it happen. She was exposed, confident, and casually talking with this older man like it was the most normal thing in the world. He was respectful, but there was no way he wasn’t aware of her body. I could see him trying to keep his eyes polite, and I could tell she noticed too.

She didn’t get embarrassed. She didn’t cover up. She just stayed calm, friendly, and in control. Every minute he stood there made the rush stronger. I loved that he was close enough to talk to her, close enough to admire her, and she still kept glancing back at me like she knew exactly what it was doing to me.

That was the perfect candaulism moment for me. Other men seeing her, wanting her attention, and her sharing that thrill with me without needing to say it out loud.

When he finally smiled, said goodbye, and walked off, I was honestly blown away. She turned back toward me like nothing had happened, but she had that little look in her eyes. Like she knew. I told her she handled that way too confidently, and she just laughed.

Later in the evening, when most people had packed up and left, it got even more memorable. The beach was almost empty by then, just a few people still around, and the sun was starting to drop. A small group of college guys, definitely old enough to be drinking, ended up near us by the trees. They were laughing, passing beers around, and trying not to look too obvious, but it was clear they noticed her right away.

I had been taking a few photos of her near the water because the light was too good not to. She was relaxed and posing naturally, still completely comfortable in her own skin. She knew they were there. I knew she knew. And instead of getting shy or covering up, she kept that same calm confidence she had all day.

One of the guys eventually walked over with a beer and asked if we wanted one. It was casual, but the energy was obvious. He was polite, maybe a little nervous, and she handled it perfectly. She smiled, thanked him, and talked to him for a minute like the whole thing was normal. I could tell he was trying to keep his eyes respectful, but there was no way he wasn’t affected by her. Honestly, I loved it.

When he went back to his friends, they sat back near the trees, laughing and hanging out, but their attention kept drifting toward her. They were trying to play it cool, but every time she moved or posed again, I could feel them watching. And she let herself be seen. Not desperate for attention. Not trying too hard. Just fully aware of the effect she had and completely comfortable with it.

That ending made the whole day even hotter. It wasn’t just random glances anymore. It was a group of grown guys sitting nearby, joking around, enjoying the evening, and clearly enjoying the view of her. She stayed calm and confident the entire time. She never acted embarrassed. She never reached for a cover-up. She just kept giving me that little look, like she knew exactly what it was doing to me.

I went there hoping to show her off a little. What I didn’t expect was how much she would own it. Her body, the attention, the older man talking to her, the college guys watching from the trees, the whole beach, she took control of it without even trying. Seeing her that exposed, admired, and comfortable made me excited for whatever might happen next.