Birthday Suits

When we joined the nudist club SOL FIELDS, we realized there were a great many things we'd never done. We had never been to a naked city, like they had in France. We had never lived where everyone was nude every day. We had never been around people who treated sex like a form of recreation, and we never spend most of every day naked.

We had never been nude hiking, or socializing with a group of people who were naked. Our thinking was changing about morality, and the changes were coming fast and furious after we were invited and went to a nude club with a couple we respect.

We started questioning our ideas of morality after that afternoon by the pool with our naked friends. It didn't seem to be as outrageous after that day of being with a club full of people with nothing on but sunscreen and sunglasses.

We played frisbee, played in the pool and chatted like people during church. Actually the only thing different about that day was the dress code at that club near Gaviota was somewhat relaxed.

They told us it wasn't a sexual experience and they were right. You may have sexual feelings that day but you usually had those at a "regular" pool anyway. If you see attractive people, you may have sexual feelings toward them, but we found it was less sexy at the nude club than at one where everyone was covering those "sexy," forbidden parts with cloth.

That was the amazing thing. People were more sexually enticing when those parts were emphasized by being covered and had attention called to their forbidden nature than when they were exposed and natural and simply a part of the whole body. If you would have told me before that it would be the case, I wouldn't have believed you. Our friend told us a woman would be sexier in a bikini than if she was completely nude, and after a day with naked people at the nudist camp I could see that was most likely true.

The tiny triangle of material over her genitals would emphasize the titillation of taboo, making it more fascinating than if it were totally exposed. As improbable as that seems, I am now fully convinced that it is true. That nudity is less sexually alluring than being partially dressed.

That night after we got home we talked about the club, being naked all day in front of others and the experience. Claire, my wife, kept her suit on for two hours after we got there, and at first she took off her top after an hour, then fifty minutes later she slipped out of her bottoms.

I had taken off my clothes as soon as we got there. "After awhile," she said, "I felt more uncomfortable being the only one dressed."

"Exactly," I said. "I stripped down because I felt strange being the only one with a suit on," I added.

"I thought I'd be embarrassed being naked, but I was more uncomfortable as the only one with a suit on," Claire said. "I just stood out more. It wasn't bad, right?"

"Actually, I liked it," I said. "It felt free. I think I would like to go back."

"Me too," my wife said. "Theresa has invited us to go again with them back to Sol Fields Nudist Resort. I would really like to go," she said.

"I would too," I said. "I am glad you would, because Dan asked me and I said we might. I think the kids would love it," I said, "after they got over the shock of knowing everybody would be nude.

Two weeks later we were in the backseat of Dan and Theresa's SUV on our way to SOL FIELDS NUDIST RESORT for a day in the sun by the pool, playing volleyball, and just relaxing. We arrived there at ten and set up our stuff by the pool near a big umbrella on lounge chairs. We covered our chairs with towels, which they told us to carry when we walked about so we have something to sit on wherever we went.

They introduced us to Carl and Sally their friends from the camp, and we had lunch with them on their patio at their cabin in the nudist camp by the tennis courts. Sally made tacos and beans and we ate on top of their cabin in the outdoor patio that had a shade roof over about half of it.

We liked them, and they became our "camp friends" too. After our third weekend at the camp Theresa suggested we become members and join the camp. On the way home that night we decided we'd become members and perhaps rent a cabin. There was a waiting list for cabins, but we got lucky and were able to move right in when a family needed to move to another state and we could be ready on a moment's notice.

No one on the waiting list ahead of us could move in as quickly as we could, so we got it on the first weekend. We had a party at our cabin after we joined and met many people who came to the social. We had about thirty people there, and most of them we'd never met before.

We felt good about getting the cabin, about joining the nudist club, meeting all the new friends, and deciding to become members. In just two months we had gone from people who had never been socially naked around other people before to confirmed Naturists.

Claire liked Theresa a great deal, and on the weekends we were there they spent a good deal of time together by the pool chatting, relaxing together, just becoming friends. One day she and Theresa were sunning by the pool while I was playing volleyball, and Theresa put her hand on Claire's arm.

"There is something I wanted to tell you," Theresa said. "About Dan and me. There is a group here that plans activities separate from the club," she said, "off the grounds. We have get togethers in town not on at the club. The owners know about it, but they'd prefer we hold our activities off the property." She paused, as if she was deciding how to tell Claire.

"We are swingers," she said finally.

"Dancers?" my wife asked innocently.

"We have sex with other people," she said smiling, careful to avoid insulting Claire's unsophistication. "We trade partners with other couples," she explained openly. "Our group are also nudists, but all nudists don't swing, trade partners."

My wife must have looked confused, because Theresa quickly said, "We love each other. We just don't see sex as something that has to be exclusive. We believe love should be unconditional."

"You don't get jealous?" Claire asked.

"Not if I am enjoying myself, too," she said with a smile. "If he was screwing some beautiful woman while I was doing laundry, cleaning the house, that would be a bummer, but if we both are having fun, well, that is delightful. I don't resent him getting pleasure, and he doesn't object to me getting some."

My wife nodded, not knowing enough to disagree. "He doesn't mind you having sex with another man?" she asked.

"Like I said, not if he is balls deep in the pussy of a beautiful woman," Theresa said. Claire had never heard another woman speak so bawdy about sex. When she told me what Theresa had said, she blushed deeply as she was telling me.

"What do you think about that?" I said.

"Well, I like her," she said. "I guess if she's comfortable with it, then who am I to judge? It is not like she is sneaking around. At least they're honest with one another. That's what is important. Right?"

"Could you be that honest? I mean, could you accept that kind of arrangement?" I asked.

"I don't think so," she said, trying to be honest. "Maybe. I am not sure," she said. "Could you?"

"Don't know. My attitudes about monogamy would have to change a great deal, but my thoughts on physical modesty have evolved already. Perhaps after hearing them make their case for openness it would influence me. Not sure," I said. "never thought I'd be going naked with lots of other people I don't know."

"Me too," she said. "That surprises me. I have always extremely modest. Now I sit with twenty naked people and feel perfectly relaxed and comfortable. Amazing, right?"

I agreed it was remarkable, and I never would have thought that would happen with me. "Theresa said unconditional love doesn't put demands on a mate, requirements for receiving love," my wife said. "She said if you really love someone, you don't resent them getting pleasure, you celebrate it. She said many people can't do it, but she said true love is being able to accept the other person's sexual needs."

"Dan told me about the same thing," I said. "He believes that they're allowing the other person the freedom to have sex with other people brought them closer together as a couple."

"Theresa told me the same thing," she said. "Amazing if that's true," she added. "They are quite affectionate with each other."

"He says their sex is really good," I said. "He says they fuck, his word, at least everyday."

"We don't even have sex everyday," my wife said.

"Maybe we would if we were doing others too," I said. "Keeping the fires hot."

"Stoking the flames," Claire said with a grin.

On the way home that day we talked more about this revelation about our friends. Our nudist friends were also swingers, people who exchanged sexual partners with other couples. They had prompted us to accompany them to a nudist resort, and now they were telling us about their open sexual lifestyle. Suggesting it for us.

Our lives were changing incrementally, we just weren't sure where things would end up. As I turned onto the freeway, Claire said, "Theresa invited us to go with them to a swinger event. To just see what we thought," she said.

"You considering it?" I asked.

"I thought I'd ask you how you felt," she said.

"Honestly, I am curious," I said. "Curious about how I would react. At least it might be an interesting experience. What do you think? Any chance you'd be willing to try it?" I asked.

"There is a chance, of course," she said. "Slim, maybe, but a chance." She smiled. "I guess I am more curious about how we would each react."

"Me too," I said. "There is some voyeur in me. I enjoy porn, so I do get off watching other people fuck," I admitted. j

"Your fantasies ever involve me?" she asked.

"Sometimes, yes," I said, trying to be as honest as possible.

"You have a favorite?"

"I do, yes," I replied.

"Would you tell me what it is?"

"You eating pussy," I said.

"Oh my," she said with a sigh.

"But I also get off imagining you in my fantasies sucking cock. The bigger the better," I said with a smile, being more risqué and candid than usual.

"And you imagine I like doing it when you're having that fantasy?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. "Like a whore at an army base."

"I love it when you talk dirty," my wife said with a naughty grin. I pulled her to me and hugged her tight against my body, feeling her firm breasts against my chest, her breathing increase.

"You are one sexy lady," I said.

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls," she said.

"Only the sexiest ones," I said, hugging her again.

Theresa and Dan picked us up on the next Friday night. We figured if we didn't want to stay we could call an Uber. If we got cold feet, chickened out, or decided it wasn't for us, we could always leave.

A week before we went with Dan and Theresa, she came to bed and cuddled up to me. "I have been preparing," she said. "I have let my imagination prepare myself for our trip with our friends. I have been imagining what it would be like to go with them."

I waited for her to finish. "I have pretended I was doing what your fantasies were having me do. I have let it take me to sexual fantasyland. I let it show me what it'd be like to eat pussy, suck cock, and get fucked by a beefy one. I liked it," she said with a smile. "I think I am ready."

We made love and it was wild, passionate sex, fucking and sucking and kissing. It was the best sex we'd had in years. Afterwards we talked about our upcoming time with Dan and Theresa. We both were excited and could hardly wait until the day arrived when we were to go with them to the event.

When the day came we had been preparing for a week. She had shaved my pubic hair. I had done the same to her, trimming her pussy smooth, except for a triangular patch just above her clitoris. She thought it was sexy and who was I to disagree? We were showered, powdered, and perfumed by the time we were to leave with Dan and Theresa.

When we were waiting for them that afternoon, we almost giggled at the fact that we were now not only nudists, but we were about to become swingers, as well. We had totally changed our marital personalities. We were not even close to the same people we were before they came into our lives. We had been conservative sexually and rather routine as a couple. We were not particularly adventurous or risk takers, and our lives were pretty normal.

Riding in the backseat of their 250 Ford pickup truck we were so nervous we talked about everything in the world with them except what we were about to do. It was like we were going to the prom on our first date. Both of us were completely giddy and couldn't stop chattering like kids at the carnival.

When they pulled up in front of the swinger facility we shut up and stared at the huge front doors. The building was a three story mansion with gabled windows and a large front porch. It looked like something out of a Charlotte Brontë novel.

The door knocker was like a giant fist and the door was quickly opened by an older lady that could be everyone's idea of the perfect grandmother. She looked more like the church lady than a hostess at a swingers' resort.

"Come in," she said. "We've expecting you. Follow me to the dressing room," she said. "You can put your clothes and valuables in a locker." As she led Claire and me to the office after the locker room, she chatted like we were old friends. She introduced herself as Martha. "I have been a member here since 1983," she said with a friendly smile.

I did the math and realized she had been a swinger since before I was born. "My two husbands and I run the facility for a board made up of six of the members."

She led us into an elegant office with a mahogany desk and two overstuffed chairs and a comfortable looking couch. We sat across from her and she handed each of us a brochure that detailed the rules, suggestions, and a list of swinger "good manners."

It define Mercy Fuck and said we should never feel obligated. A Mercy Fuck is sex with someone because we are too polite to refuse. "No means no, here," it said. "You only have sex here because you want to have sex," Martha told us with a grandmotherly smile.

"We discourage kinky stuff here, but what you do and who you do it with is up to you," she said. "Sex is your own business." She then introduced us to a guide who would show us around the property, which, she said would include the pool the two jacuzzis, the sex rooms, and the room for us to sleep in.

The guide was helpful and talked as she showed us around. Her name was Nancy and she advised Claire to not worry about hurting feelings if you're not attracted to someone. She said that was the hardest thing for women new to swinging.

"Most people here are nudists, so they're pretty casual about nudity," she said. "How are you about being around naked people?"

We told her we belonged to a nudist club. "That's good," she said. "You'll feel right at home, then."

After we put our clothes in a locker, we put on kaftans and went to the main gathering room. We introduced ourselves around, learned the names of the coupes present, and chatted about ourselves.

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There were Sam and Phillis, teachers from the Valley; Wayne and Linda, a lawyer and a real estate sales person; Marilyn and Joe, both education administrators from LA; and Julia and Peter, doctors from Englewood. Sam and Phillis did a lot of traveling so we hit it off with them really well.

We got off in a corner with them and talked about our travels. They had been many places we had also been so we talked about Yucatán, Machu Pichu, Peru, and Greece. It was clear, also, that Sam was taken by Claire so I knew there was a possibility that they would be disappearing together.

After about fifteen minutes, I noticed they had slipped out together, so I busied myself with reading until a woman named Joy introduced herself and ask me if I wanted to see the hot tub. I like hot tubs, a lot, so I agreed. She led me to a hot tub that was more of a hot swimming pool, which could hold about fifty people, some of those in the tub were engaged in different degrees of lovemaking.

Joy led me into the water holding my hand and sat beside me in the corner. She put one hand on my thigh and moved it up my leg to inches from my nearly erect cock. "Ooo, you're almost ready," she said, moving her hand the rest of the way to the promise land.

It raised up to meet her fingers. She gripped it and slid her fist up and down my shaft. "Would you like a place to put this?" she asked. "Some place warm and wet and nice?"

"Is it close by?" I said as she massaged my erection.

"Very," she said with a sly smile. "And it's soft and very hot for you."

"I'd love it," I said. She faced me, raised up and lifted one leg over my lap, settling down on me, putting the tip of my cock at her entrance, then guided it into her pussy with her hand, working the tip back and forth until it had slid comfortably in and went deep into her vagina. For the first time since before my wedding to Claire, I occupied the sexual space of another female person other than my wife.

She bounced over me slowly, gradually increasing the speed and eventually bounding up and down on my lap as fast as she could go. As I fucked her in the jacuzzi with twenty other people around the hot tub, and images of Claire doing the same filled my head. I pictured my wife with a man between her thighs, pushing his hardness into her with hearty thrusts.

I thought about the change in both of us since our friends invited us to a nude resort. Neither of us would have believed we would ever do such things as we were now agreeing to. Socializing with naked people, agreeing to have sex with other couples, neither of those things would we have even considered before.

Our attitudes about monogamy, modesty, indecency, and fidelity had all changed. Our personal honesty with one another was completely different now. We were more candid with one another, more open, more willing to share our true sexual desires and fantasies.

Did it, like a few of the true believers told us it would, change our lives and improve our marriage? Actually, I think it did. Honestly, I believe them. I am not intimidated now, if a guy looks at Claire like he'd like to fuck her silly? No, actually that doesn't happen anymore. I don't get crazy about the possibility anymore. I appreciate that she is extremely sexy to other men, and in fact, I expect it, even delight in it now.

As I watch men ogle my wife, I picture them fucking her, ramming it into her repeatedly, giving her what she now craves. It has become like my hobby, imagining her with other guys, fucking them wildly, leaving them muttering and spent. She has become a fiery vixen, capable of giving men sex they will never forget and rarely completely recover from.

She was always sexually skillful, but now she has become one of a kind, capable of fucking like a true aficionado of carnal pleasures, and I have become a true voyeur who loves to watch her work.

Theresa and Dan have become sexual friends who we "party" with on a regular basis. We spend much of our free time with them at the nudist resort or a nude beach, and many of those nights are spent in bed with the other man's wife. Dan is an oral specialist and can bring my wife to a screaming orgasm with his tongue and talented fingers in just a few minutes of pussy eating.

Claire now is an master in the oral tradition and gives about as good of a cocksucking as can be given. She sucks cock like an Olympic Champion and would get the gold medal in any competition anywhere. I am proud of how well she has perfected blowing a dick.

Yes, my language has also changed over the years, but I don't regret a thing that has occurred in our lives since we accepted an invitation from friends to attend their nudist club. When they told us about their involvement with a swinger group and we decided to go with them and try it, our lives took a one-eighty turn and we have never looked back.