The Fertility Retreat Ch. 01

After Mariana explained this to them, guiding them patiently with reassurances, she asked them to remove their clothing at whatever pace was comfortable. With great hesitation, the women began to slide off their shorts or skirts and remove their shirts, then clutch them close to their bodies. Mariana began to do the same, demonstrating the fact that she would join them on this journey of openness and vulnerability. Soon, everyone in the room was down to their underwear.

She continued, "Remember, everyone here is a goddess in their own right. You're all-powerful, beautiful women, owning your bodies, able to act with your own sexual agency as you please. Women are the source of life. We are mothers to our own destinies. This experience can be anything and everything you wish it to be."

Mariana began to undo her bra, resuming her speech with a soothing, passive voice. "As you begin to remove your bras and panties, I'd like you to focus for a moment on how you feel about your bodies. We all have insecurities. Things about ourselves that we wish were different. Maybe it has to do with your weight, or your height, or a particular part of your body that you find unattractive. I'd like you to take those thoughts and feelings and collect them, then simply set them aside. Let's make a big pile of them, right here on the floor, together."

She pulled away her bra, letting her large breasts spill out and slump down in front of her chest. The women trembled as they began to undo their bras and pull them away from their bodies, startled by the jarring sight of naked breasts appearing to their left and right. Jarring, too, was the sight of Mariana's body as she slipped her panties down to the floor, revealing a thick patch of wiry black hair between her legs. She stood back up, her naked, hairy body fully on display, seemingly without any of the shame or fear that the rest of the women felt.

Charlotte examined Mariana's body with curiosity; it looked strange and alien to her. Mariana's elongated, thick, red nipples were even more pronounced than her own. She wondered if Mariana had ever been trimmed down below in her entire life, her thick bush seemingly untouched; there was even a small amount of hair under her armpits. As Charlotte gazed in wonder at the landscape of Mariana's body, she couldn't help but think about the fact that Andrew would soon be looking at it and wondered how that would make him feel.

Mariana surveyed the group, projecting an expression of pride in their bravery. "Wonderful! Has everyone cast aside their negative thoughts? We have a great big pile here, right?" She gestured to the floor where supposedly they had cast all their baggage together.

Everyone nodded, then a woman toward the front raised her hand. "Yes?" said Mariana.

"Um... do we really have to remove our panties too?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Yes, panties too," Mariana said, smiling. "All our clothes should be off. All judgments and fears cast aside. Nudity is the great equalizer that will help us discover ourselves and open up the channels of arousal that will aid us on our journey to pregnancy."

Charlotte's heart sank; she had wanted to ask the same question. Now she felt relieved that she didn't ask it, out of fear it would have made her look stupid, but she felt equally panicked by the fact that she'd soon be invited back into the room with the guys, not just topless but without a single article of clothing on her body. Every single guy in the room would be able to see her private parts. Even their new friends would be naked with them; she would let Harry see the most intimate parts of her body.

She wondered what Andrew was thinking. Was he already naked? How terrified was he? Or, was he starting to get excited at the prospect of seeing the other wives naked? She felt dizzy like she was going to fall over. The remaining women were beginning to take off their panties, including the one in front of her who slipped them down, sticking out her smooth, wobbly butt cheeks toward Charlotte in the process. Her neighbor stood back up, completely nude and as terrified as the other women around her.

Charlotte trembled as she began to remove her underwear. As she did this, she observed the other women. Some of them had better bodies, or so she felt. She stared at their boobs, perky, round, with a lively spring that would no doubt excite the guys. She glanced curiously down at their vulvas, some hairy, some neatly trimmed, others smoothly shaven. She examined their round, fleshy behinds, comparing them to her own, which felt so much bigger.

She felt threatened by the negative thoughts toward her own body. Still, Charlotte did her best; she eyed the empty spot on the floor and imagined casting those thoughts to the floor as Mariana had requested. As silly as she felt it was, she embraced it as best she could, desperate to not feel so anxious about her appearance.

"So now that we've gotten rid of all our demons, let's go back into the room with a fresh start. Let's own our bodies. Let's be confident and proud and strong and proud to see our partners, as they're proud of us," Mariana was saying with a huge smile.

"Are they already naked too?" the same woman at the front asked.

"Yes, I was just getting to that. I had the men undress before I came out here. They've all gathered their clothes and placed them in a pile at the back of their mats. When we go inside, I will lead you all into the room and then we'll talk for a few moments, then you can join your partners and place your clothing next to theirs."

The women began to murmur, quietly whispering to each other, their faces still pallid and filled with concern.

"And on that subject, there's one last thing we need to discuss. I've already addressed the matter with them." The women all quieted down and became alert. "As you're all aware, men's bodies react differently to states of arousal than ours do. It's important for you all to understand that when you enter the room, there's a chance that some of the men may become physically aroused. If that happens, you should understand that it's perfectly normal for them to develop erections. If you find that your husband has an erect penis, just understand that it is a sign of his body functioning as it should. We want to encourage and foster each other's arousal and not feel any shame."

The women quietly gawked at Mariana with open mouths, their faces slowly turning red.

She continued, "It's sometimes the case that confusing feelings develop. You may feel upset that his body could be responding to other women, but that's okay. It's one thing to feel arousal toward one another but another thing to act on those feelings. So if you feel uncomfortable with his state, then you can calmly discuss it together, later. I want to remind you that healthy sexuality means that we open ourselves up to a wide range of sensory input; not just touch but smell, sight, and things we hear. Even things we keep private in our mind. This is all normal, and we want to break down those barriers so we can approach our partners with all walls having been brought down and in a state of maximum receptivity to our sexual selves."

The women continued to listen, frozen in place, their hearts pounding inside their chests.

"And just as this is true for them, it is true for you as well. You may find yourself getting aroused by the naked male bodies in the other room, and that's okay also. In this space, it should be exciting to see their bodies! I encourage you to get in touch with those feelings, to explore them, to find harmony with the feelings you have toward a certain body, or two, or three that you find attractive and sexually arousing. Try to do that without guilt, and then channel that inwardly, and then toward your partner. Sexual awareness is not the same as sexual behavior. This is how we will begin to work together to nurture our sexuality and activate our bodies to maximize our states of fertility."

Charlotte's mind was racing; she felt like she was standing in an examination room, naked except for a paper gown, waiting for a male gynecologist to come in and remove it in order to examine her body. She felt like she was about to be put on display. It was terrifying, despite any curiosity she felt about what she'd see on the other side of the door.

"Okay! If there are no other questions, then let's go back inside and rejoin the men," Mariana said cheerfully.

Charlotte's mind was racing, she felt like she was going to suffocate, and her head felt hot. The other women looked equally nervous but that did not make her feel any better. However, she searched the room for Alyssa and found her shrinking in the corner on the other side of the room. It appeared she was looking for Charlotte too. The two made eye contact, surprised by the sight of each other's bare body and desperate for help.

Only Alyssa seemed to help Charlotte feel better. To her surprise, empathizing with a friend seemed to help a little, after all. They pouted together and then smiled nervously. Charlotte felt like Alyssa was her sister and they were facing a struggle that they alone could understand.

While Mariana had addressed the women, the men continued to stand on their mats in the other room, tapping their bare feet impatiently, waiting for the door to suddenly open. Their nerves were alive with tension and their stomachs in knots. With their insecurities on the rise, they each took frequent peeks down at their genitals as if feeling the need to check what condition the women would see them in when they arrived. This insecurity spread to furtive glances at each other's equipment, secretly comparing their anatomy while avoiding one another's eyes.

The wait seemed to last forever until finally the door began to open and all eyes shot toward the entrance. What Andrew saw next caused a surge of nervous excitement to swell up inside his body. The men were instantly hushed as Mariana walked in through the door, completely nude.

"Whoa," Andrew heard the guy behind him utter.

Mariana's large, weighty breasts bobbed and swung in front of her chest as she walked into the room, tipped with heavily protruding crimson nipples. Between her legs was a wild, untamed bush. Andrew found himself shocked at the sight of her tangled mass of pubic hair and the black fuzz peeking out from under her armpits. He hadn't even thought about the possibility that she, too, would be nude.

The power dynamic in the room had shifted in an instant. When she had left, he felt humiliated by standing there unclothed in front of her, permitting Mariana to see his body while she still had everything on. Now she appeared equally vulnerable, the uniquely feminine parts of her body fully on display. He suddenly saw her on equal footing and in some small way, this made him feel more secure. Nevertheless, Andrew continued to panic as he felt his body tingle; a sensation that only grew as the women hesitantly appeared behind Mariana in the doorway, following her inside with bleak, terrified expressions.

"Oh god..." he nervously thought to himself, equally driven giddy with excitement. He felt like a teenager all over again. He felt like the time he found his first nudie magazine and flipped through it frantically, devouring the sight of naked bodies on every page.

Andrew inhaled sharply, surprised at the sight of the first young woman stepping intrepidly into the room. At first, all he caught sight of was a smaller pair of gorgeous young boobs with bright pink nipples; they emerged behind Mariana, wiggling loosely back and forth with each step she took. As he could see more of her body, he quickly glanced down at her lightly hairy crotch, hair matted flat against her skin and lacking the thickness of Mariana's ungroomed genitals. He could make out the delicate channel of the young woman's pussy, divided by two delicate, rosy lips.

As she made her way into the room, a steady stream of women followed. Andrew found himself electric with excitement as he watched the parade of nude women wander into the room, tense from the awareness of the guys' stares, their bodies raw with absolute nakedness. Boobs of all shapes and sizes made their appearance, some large and swollen, others petite and perky, flat nipples, nipples that stood out erect, some of them swinging pendulously, others with just a subtle, playful, wobble.

Likewise, he found himself fascinated with the vast array of pussies. Most of them were trimmed into smooth, vaguely geometric masses of pubic hair. Others were carefully styled into landing strips and a few were cleanly shaven. He felt suddenly awkward, knowing that he was sharing this moment with the other husbands, examining with deep curiosity a myriad of starkly naked breasts and vulvas belonging to one another's wives.

Suddenly, Charlotte appeared, and her eyes shot directly over to Andrew, then down at his groin as if confirming that yes, he too was naked, because there was his penis; his penis that all the other women were seeing. Andrew had seen Charlotte naked countless times, yet somehow, she seemed more naked than ever, surrounded by the other bodies. He recognized every curve of her figure, every freckle hidden in secret places, her beautiful, soft breasts that he was so familiar with. He could almost feel them, their warmth, their comfort. There was his wife's pussy, naked and exposed, covered in a fine layer of light brown hair, her fleshy labia peeking out.

Everyone was looking at her as she passed by. He could sense her terror as her boobs swung gently left and right, the pussy that she had never revealed in public now visible for all to see. He sympathized with her but he couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused, checking the reactions of the guys around him, including Harry, who Andrew noticed had his gaze glued to Charlotte's body, no doubt shocked to see his new friend exposed in this way. Harry's gaze followed Charlotte as she walked across the room before he realized what he was doing and looked back toward the door to search for his own wife.

Truthfully, Andrew did the same when Alyssa appeared soon thereafter. He saw Harry's startled reaction in front of him at the sight of his wife walking naked into the room. Andrew watched their eyes meet, then shivered as Alyssa turned her attention over to him. Recalling the way she had been embarrassed to look at him before leaving, Andrew quickly nodded sympathetically at her. She seemed briefly surprised but just gave a shy nod back and took a hard swallow.

As if unable to control her own eyes, Alyssa casually glanced down between Andrew's legs, quickly looking away as if hoping he hadn't seen her checking him out. An intense surge of confidence passed through Andrew's mind as he realized he'd spotted her taking a quick peek at his goods. Suddenly, he was desperate to get inside her head, to know what she was thinking, to find out what she thought of his penis.

Andrew and Harry observed Alyssa pass by, recognizing her visibly embarrassed self consciousness of her boobs jiggling about her chest, and her pussy covered with just a thin patch of pubic hair. Andrew thought her outer labia looked mildly swollen, indicating emergent arousal, and was beyond himself with erotic excitement. Sure, he thought Charlotte was the most beautiful woman in the world but there was something so taboo, so voyeuristic, about seeing his new friend naked and embarrassed, just as he was.

When the women finished walking into the room, Mariana had lined them all up before the men as if intending to force everyone to confront each other's bodies in a frank manner. Charlotte stood shoulder to shoulder with the women next to her, gazing out across the room at a crowd of naked men. She assumed she'd be too anxious to be turned on by the sight of their bodies but, when she found herself confronted by them, she felt a strange surge of excitement building inside her.

It dawned on her that they appeared to be as terrified to be seen naked as she was. She could see it in their eyes; the men stood there trembling, she found it fascinating and erotic to see them sheepish and embarrassed to have their penises exposed in front of her. In her mind, she imagined they'd all be erect, horny, and salivating over the women's bodies. However, they looked adorably vulnerable — it was actually, strangely, sexy.

She scanned their bodies one by one; each guy standing there with his hairy, muscular thighs squarely facing the front of the room. Between each pair of legs, she found herself transfixed by the sight of one naked penis after another, each one subtly unique. Some were long and thick with a bulbous, mushroom-shaped glans like her husband's. Others were uncircumcised, with fleshy foreskins. There were still others that were small and knobby, which seemed somehow cute to her. She was surprised to see that while most of the men were a little bushy in the pubic hair department, some of them were carefully groomed, with their hair trimmed flat against their bodies or else entirely removed. She also gazed in amusement at the various dangling balls, some testicles hanging low, and others tightly drawn up against their owner's body.

Charlotte felt the tingling sensation between her legs growing stronger and began to feel mildly nervous at her arousal, risking full-blown wetness if she let her fascination take her too far. Before she had a chance to stop herself, she realized that she had been focused on a guy's penis that she particularly liked. In all aspects, it seemed perfectly crafted to her as she secretly examined it in wonder. However, when she glanced up momentarily to observe the guy it was attached to, she found him watching her with wide eyes. Their gazes met; he knew what she was doing, and was watching her admire it.

Charlotte's heart started racing faster, embarrassed to have been caught checking out his body and afraid her husband would somehow find out. She finally broke free of his gaze but couldn't help but glance down at his member once again. Charlotte felt guilty, but she hadn't been so aroused by the sight of a man's cock since she first saw Andrew's. Suddenly, it twitched, and then twitched again, beginning to swell and thicken. She felt guilty before but now she felt even worse, seeing his cock enlarge before her very eyes, then begin to lift into the air.

Charlotte glanced up at his eyes again; they remained frozen in place on hers but increasingly full of fear. There was no doubt about it, he was mortified. Her obvious attention had caused him great excitement and he had failed to contain it. Within moments, his cock stood proudly out in front of his body, extending to its full length and reaching up toward the sky. Charlotte felt a sudden thrill at the sight of his swollen penis, knowing that she was the cause of his suffering. She felt suddenly empowered, knowing that his wife stood somewhere beside her, who no doubt was at that very moment shocked to see his erection spring to life in front of everyone. He stood there embarrassed, throbbing, briefly closing his eyes as if begging the universe to make it come back down.

Charlotte snapped out of it when she became conscious of the fact that Mariana had stopped talking. She hadn't even registered what she was saying but whatever it was, she had finished, and the women quickly began to scramble back to their mats to join their husbands. Charlotte quickly followed them into the crowd, making her way to Andrew. She felt like she was on a high from what had just happened but was equally excited to return to Andrew, whose sexy naked body somehow seemed even more arousing than normal, given the sudden rush she was feeling. Returning to his side, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah... you?" she uttered breathlessly.