A Couple Discovering Naturism

One summer before Covid, my wife Gemma and I rented a beautiful farmhouse for a weeks holiday. It came with a hot tub, but more importantly, it was close to the sea. I have not given the location for reasons that will become obvious.

Despite it being June, before all the kids broke up for their school summer holidays, the weather wasn't great. It was in the late teens Celsius with thick clouds roaming the skies. If it wasn't raining it was constantly threatening to.

Undeterred from enjoying ourselves, we settled in and immediately took advantage of the hot tub. The farmhouse was stunning, and it catered for all our humble needs. But it wasn't as stunning as watching my wife slipping into a bikini. Even better when we were in the hot tub and she took it off again.

The first few days of holiday we fucked like rabbits in the hot tub, ate in the local pubs, cafes and restaurants, and took in some of the beautiful sites and local attractions.

We had arrived on a Friday, by Wednesday the sun started to show it still existed, but the temperature only crept into the low twenties. Frustrated we hadn't yet visited the beaches, my wife insisted we go out for lunch and then walk along one of them.

If the weather on the beach was warm enough, we said we'd stop for a couple of hours in the sun. If not, then we'd just explore the beach with a nice, casual, long walk.

Gemma wore a two-piece bikini underneath her summer dress, and packed a few things like beach towels, sun lotion etc into a bag. I just wore a pair of shorts and a polo shirt, with sunglasses and a baseball cap.

There were so many beaches to choose from, we literally picked one out on the map and headed in that direction. Close to the road which lead to the beach, we stopped off at a village pub for some lunch. A part from a few locals having a lunch time pint, everywhere was reasonably quiet.

After lunch, we left the car parked in the village and took a scenic stroll downhill towards the beach. We approached a causeway and crossed a marsh, beginning to think we'd gone wrong somewhere, before heading to the dunes in the distance in front of us.

There was no distinct, worn, beaten track or path to follow, so we just looked around for signs of life. No path, no signs of life, we carried on walking in a southernly direction of the beach, away from the dunes. The views were captivating.

On the horizon we started to see signs of life. A few people on the beach and a few surfers out in the bay. Holding hands, enjoying the freedom, my wife and I continued on our trek.

Then suddenly, we approached a sign in the sand. It had clearly been put there professionally, and it was designed to remain there indefinitely.

"Am I reading that right?" Gemma laughed.

"Is that sign meant to be a joke?" I chuckled, before my wife read it out loud.

"Naturists please dress before passing this point." Gemma looked confused and then turned back around to look at the direction we just came from. "Did we just walk through a nudist beach?"

"Not that I noticed," I chuckled again. "Maybe it's a seasonal nudist beach. You know, like parking zones. You have strict times you're allowed to park without getting booked."

"Yes, Tim, I know how parking zones work," Gemma smiled. "What does it say on the other side of the sign?" We walked towards the sign curiously to check if anything was written on the other side of it.

"Naturists may be seen beyond this point." I read the sign this time. "What the fuck is this place!" We laughed, finding the sign and situation hilarious.

"I didn't know we had nudist beaches in the UK! Did you?" my wife asked.

"We have a few, but I've never looked into where they are. I can't believe we just obliviously walked through one."

"Do you think we walked straight past a warning sign coming from that direction?" Gemma wondered.

"Not that I noticed. It doesn't matter anyway, there's nobody about," I replied.

Gemma looked extremely curious, glancing in the direction we were headed and back in the direction we travelled from. "Do you fancy a nose?" she giggled.

"What? Walk back? There was nobody there." I laughed at my wife.

"Maybe they hid when they saw two clothed people coming on their beach," Gemma suggested.

"Don't be so ridiculous. Nobody is hiding from us. It's hardly the weather to be sunbathing naked, is it?"

"It's not exactly cold, Tim. I fancy taking a look."

"Take a look at what, Gem? There's nobody on the beach," I moaned, pointing my arms out at the vast empty sand and dunes on the horizon. I didn't want to particularly retrace our empty steps either.

"Maybe we're just the first ones to use the beach today," she giggled. I laughed my head off. "I'm being serious, Tim."

"I bloody know you are, woman!"

"I don't mean get naked! Christ! I just want to take a look. Satisfy my curiosity."

"And if we don't find or see anything?"

"Then we'll just set up somewhere and enjoy an empty beach. I'll be able to go topless then," Gemma giggled. "I've only been topless abroad."

My wife has always been confident in her own skin. Abroad, she's never had any qualms about getting her big tits out on the beach, but naturism was never something we ever discussed. It wasn't something that appealed to me either.

Of course there's elements I find fascinating, like watching guys checking out my naked wife, while I check out the other naked women. Plus the sight of my naked wife checking out all the other naked men. So, all the nakedness then.

However, my very limited knowledge and understanding of naturism was that it was more of a respectful way of being liberal with like minded people. It wasn't sexual. I had heard and read about there being places around the world, where some beaches actually allowed sex to take place. Like a swingers beach or something.

"Come on then, let's go for a wander, or a nose as you put it. Just don't expect me to suddenly turn into a naturist!"

Gemma laughed and grabbed my hand, we then walked along the beach, past the dunes and around the point. The tide was a long way out. We literally had the whole beach to ourselves.

"There's nobody here but us, Gem. So let's just enjoy it and park our arses here," I suggested, an hour after finding that sign.

"Yeah, I agree. It's stunning here. I love it."

Finally settling down on our towels, we put some sun lotion on and my wife stripped down to her bikini. Watching her remove her summer dress, to reveal her voluptuous body, quickly had me aroused.

"What are you looking at?" she giggled, dropping her dress down on her towel.

"A very sexy woman with a great body!" I grinned.

My wife was wearing a turquoise, halter neck bikini. It had a ring detail holding it together in the centre, just below her bust. The bottoms had a tie at the side. I loved pulling on them things when Gemma was straddling me in a hot tub or holiday hotel room.

At the back, the top had three straps. The halter neck tie around her neck. The usual clasp in the centre of her back, and another string tie below that. It was a sexy bikini, designed for fuller bust ladies.

"Let's go for a dip in the sea," she said.

"It's miles out!" I complained.

"Don't be lazy! Come on, I'll race you!"

I laughed as my wife ran off. It was quite a sight watching her running in a bikini, holding her tits for support. Gemma is one fit cookie, with very little fat on her body, despite her curves. She works out regularly and eats healthy. Usually she'd be wearing a fitted sports bra when she runs.

Don't get me started on her sports bras with their zips in the centre, begging to be opened while she's working out in the gym. That's a story for another day.

Anyway, my wife didn't get far before she had to stop running. I quickly caught up to her and we walked hand in hand to the sea. The water was cold but we had an enjoyable dip.

When we returned to our towels, the beach was still empty. Looking down the coast towards the southern end of the beach, we found it still looked quiet. A few surfers and few people on the sand, but otherwise it was deserted.

I sat down on my towel and watched as my wife confidently removed her bikini top. First she pulled the halter neck tie free, then the tie behind her back, before she reached round her back again to unclasp and remove the bikini top.

"I'll never get tired of watching you get those puppies out, Gem."

"You always say that" she grinned.

"And you always love it when I say it." Then... "What the fuck are you doing?"

"It's a nudist beach," she giggled, pulling the string tie on the side of her waist.

"Yeah, but fuck, Gem! What if somebody sees you?"

"That's been your fantasy ever since I've known you!" she laughed, kind of putting me in my place. "There's nobody around, and if somebody does come I'll have plenty of time to put my bikini back on. Fancy joining me? I doubt we'll ever get this opportunity again."

I watched my wife remove her bikini bottoms, exposing her shaven cunt. My cock stirred before I glanced around the beach. She was right. If there was ever a time to experience public nudity, it was now.

"Fuck it!" I said. Gemma laughed as I pulled down my shorts and laid them out to dry in the sun. They were the only shorts I had with me.

What surprised us the most, me in particular, was how liberating it actually was. I think I would have felt differently had real naturists been in the vicinity though. But they weren't, so we sunbathed naked on the beach for a good hour.

Then, watching my wife rubbing sun lotion all over her body, my cock grew hard. She giggled and asked me to do her back. Her nipples were just as hard as I was. I squirted the lotion into my hands and started gently rubbing it into her back.

The experience was incredible when I looked around and realised what we were doing. It was how I imagined being on a desert island. Not trapped, just free to do whatever we wanted with ourselves. So we did.

I brought my hands round and started caressing my wife's big tits. She responded by reaching behind for my cock. It was the sexiest open-air massage we'd ever given each other. Sitting there on the beach, openly fondling my wife's tits as she gave me a slow handjob.

"I need to fuck you, Gem!" I told her.

She giggled. "I was just thinking the exact same thing.

"Turn around and put me in your mouth."

"How romantic," she smiled. "I don't think we should do it here. That's taking things too far."

"Where then?" I moaned. I needed to fuck my wife.

"Let's take a look in those dunes behind us."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good shout." We packed up our belongings, and at my wife's request, we walked butt naked towards the dunes.

Once we were hidden from the empty beach, we set up our towels again and then started kissing. It was such an amazing feeling. Outdoors, but still feeling like we had all the privacy in the world.

Gemma took the lead and turned her body so she was in front of me. She then gently pushed against my chest until I was laying flat on my back. I groaned with anticipation and she took my cock in her hand.

I'm not exactly blessed in the trouser department. I'm average, but I know how to use the thing, and so does my wife.

In the dunes, looking up and my naked wife, slowly stroking my cock with an aroused smile on her face, I reached one hand up and started to gently fondle her tits.

"This is amazing," I gasped.

"No, this is amazing," she giggled, shifting onto her knees. "I've always wanted to suck your cock on a beach."

"Nothings stopping you now, baby," I groaned and put my hand on the back of her head.

Curled over on her knees, between my spread legs, my wife took me into her mouth and treated me to one of her amazing blowjobs. Gemma loves giving head, which probably explains why she's always been so good at it.

Then, several minutes watching and listening to my sexy, naked wife, sucking and slurping hungrily on my cock...

"Gemma!" I hissed. "Don't look now but there's a fucking guy by the willows!" My wife giggled with her mouth full, and continued. "Stop, babe, he's naked. Shit! He's walking over to us."

My wife reluctantly stopped sucking and let go of my cock. I sat up as she rolled out of her kneeling position to sit beside me. The man waved and smiled and then approached us. My cock instantly softened.

"What the fuck is he doing?" I cursed under my breath. I was more anxious about my wife's nudity than my own.

"He's coming to say hello," Gemma giggled. "Just be polite."

"Is that naturist etiquette? To come and say hello. I doubt it." I moaned.

"Neither is sexual activity on the beach," Gemma squeezed in before our 'guest' reached us.

The man was tall and wide, twice our age, and his front was covered in thick black hair. His cock hung between his legs, swaying as he walked with a bag on his shoulder. He was definitely in proportion to his overall height and size. Gemma blushed and watched him while I sat stressed and pissed off.

"Good afternoon. I'm sorry to disturb you. I haven't seen you around here before. Are you tourists?" he asked nonchalantly, smiling at me before smiling and scanning his eyes over my wife.

Nodding as I gulped. "Yeah,"

Gemma was embarrassed and giggly, but she wasn't put off by our 'intruder'. "We're just visiting the area for a week. It's beautiful here," came her reply.

My stomach then churned when my wife leaned back and stretched her arms behind her on the towel. Chest out, proudly showing off her big tits. Feet casually shoulder width apart, sitting with her knees raised, showing off her shaven cunt.

"It is indeed," the man grinned, skirting his eyes over her body. "I'm a local. The names William, but everyone calls me Willie." Gemma giggled openly and blushed beet root. I sat gob smacked; eyes wide. Was this guy fucking serious? "Don't worry," he chuckled. "I get it all the time." He then leaned closer to me, reached down and offered his handshake.

"Tim," I nodded, reluctantly accepting his hand, whilst clearly not wanting him to be there with us. I never wanted to be dressed so bad in my life either.

"I'm Gemma. It's nice to meet you," my wife replied very politely.

She then sat upright to shake his hand next. William watched her tits wobble when she moved, then I noticed my wife was watching his cock swing and hang in her direct line of sight.

"Is this your first time visiting a naturist beach?"

"Yes, is it that obvious," I frowned.

"You just need to be very careful. I've been coming here for over thirty-years. People do sometimes get involved in... you know... but it's greatly frowned upon by many. It could also get you into serious trouble."

"Sorry," my wife apologised. I looked at her disappointed. She had nothing to apologise to this guy for. He didn't own the beach, but I understood what he was saying.

"Thanks for the tip. It's duly noted. Is it often this quiet around here?" I needed to change the conversation slightly.

William stood confidently, not in an exhibitionist way, just relaxed and unfazed by what he caught us doing.

"It varies. Like I said, I've been coming here for over thirty years. Rarely have I seen more than a dozen naturists at any one time. Most of us sunbathe here in the dunes. We're a friendly, chatty bunch, but please be careful in how you conduct yourselves." William chuckled. "You'll hear very few complaints from the men, but most of the women take their naturism extremely serious."

"Thanks." I warmed to William a little. He was giving us advice. I realised it could have been someone a lot less understanding.

"Are there times when it's commonly busy?" Gemma wondered.

"Today is mild. Days like this it's usually empty at this end of the beach. The weather won't improve much this weekend, so it'll be quiet."

"Interesting," my wife smiled at me. William then grinned at Gemma, before giving her further advice.

"The majority of the local textiles don't approve of naturism. So when the weather is warmer most of us tend to stay here. As you can see, the dunes provide plenty of cover. I recommend you stay in this area. Nobody will bother you."

"Textiles?" Gemma frowned.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, textiles. That's what we naturists call people who wear clothes. It's not a nasty slur."

"Interesting." My wife mused when she said it this time.

"Most people you see here will be polite and discreet. The talkative ones like me tend to say hello, chat for a few minutes, then leave you be. It's all natural and relaxed."

"Well, thank you, William. We greatly appreciate your advice. But I don't think we'll be doing this again. It was kind of a one off." I told him. My wife looked at me displeased.

"That's a shame. You seem to be a lovely couple. Enjoy the rest of your holiday and I wish you well."

"Same to you," I nodded.

"Goodbye, William. It was nice meeting you," my wife smiled and watched the old fella walk off through the dunes.

"Let's get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I've never been so embarrassed in my life."

"Wait!" Gemma grabbed my arm. "Let's stay for a bit longer. He's gone now."

"And what if he comes back? Or worse, what if more people come through here?"

"Stop being boring and relax, Tim." My wife moaned. "We're on holiday. We've accidentally found a naturist beach. Where's your sense of adventure?"

"He caught you sucking me off! God knows how long he was standing there for!"

"I don't understand you sometimes." Gemma removed her hand, sulking as she led down on her towel.

"What?" I huffed.

"You fantasise about risky sex outdoors. Having me show off for other men. You even fantasise about me sleeping with other men. Yet you're bothered about being seen on a nudist beach."

"That's fantasy. This is real life."

"We're on holiday. Nobody knows us here. Let's just stay awhile and sunbathe naked."

"You really want to stay?"

"Yes. You were fine until... Willie came along." My wife burst out laughing.

"Yeah, I thought you enjoyed that bit," I chuckled.

"Did you see the size of that thing?" she continued laughing, flat on her back in the corpse pose.

"He should have a license to be allowed to walk around with it hanging out in public. At least he won't get charged for carrying a concealed weapon." I laughed while Gemma was hysterical.

"Top me up with some sun lotion," she said, calming down. "Please can we stay for a little bit longer, Tim," she creeped. "I'll finish what I started if you do."

"Didn't you hear what Willie said," I chuckled, emphasising his name.

"Yeah, but he's gone now. It's just us again."

My wife sat up and I knelt behind her, topping her up with sun lotion. Running my hands all over her back, neck and shoulders, I started to become aroused again. Gemma was right. This was the closest I was ever likely to get to my fantasies. So why did I react the complete opposite when Willie showed up?

Because fantasy has no boundaries. I reminded myself. We also control the situation and the people in our fantasies.

As I rubbed deeper, my actions gradually turned into a neck and shoulder massage. Gemma moaned softly, telling me how nice it felt. I then slipped my hands over the front of her shoulders and down her body. Smoothing over her tits, I found her nipples were hard. She gasped when I touched and rolled them gently.

Then, something changed inside me, and my cock hardened. "Lay down so I can do your legs and front."

My wife grinned and returned to the corpse pose. As I gently rubbed sun lotion into her legs, she grinned and opened them a little wider, flashing me her sweet, shaven cunt. I smirked, sliding my hands up the insides of her thighs before pulling back.

"Uhh," you tease," she smiled.

"I'm thinking we should have let Willie stay and do this for you." I winked.