Sheri was waiting for me at the end of the dock when I finished my brisk swim, holding out a towel for me. Looking up from the water at this naked beauty, waiting patiently, I had to smile once more at the circumstances that had accidentally turned our place into a nudist cabin. The accidental nudist cabin.
I stood in front of her and she dried me off. It was incredibly sensual, feeling her squat down and drying each of my legs, as if nude swimming was the most natural thing in the world.
She seemed a bit nervous, and started in hesitantly. “You’re OK with all the playing around today, aren’t you?” She looked up at me, with those big blue eyes. “I mean, we did a lot of teasing, but I didn’t go over the line. Not really.” She said, almost apologetically. “You had fun, didn’t you?”
“It’s been a great day,” I told her, taking her in my arms. “And I hate to say it, but I really enjoyed watching you tease the guys, knowing how hot and bothered they were getting, and that later on you’d be with me, while they could only wish they were in my shoes. Shoes? I guess that’s not the best metaphor.” I gave her a kiss. “You OK?”
“Never better.” She sighed and sank into me, hugging me almost desperately tight.
We sat down on the dock side by side, looking out over the water. I knew my wife, and she had something to say, but the best route was for me to just wait for her to figure out how she wanted to say it.
It took a while, but she finally spit it out. “I loved it. I loved the attention, and seeing those poor boys getting all hard over me, and leaving them worked up and horny as shit. Maybe not at first, when I was still a little nervous, and worried they might think me trashy, or not like me or something.” She giggled, “That certainly didn’t turn out to be the problem.” She hesitated, “I might have let them take a little too many liberties with me, especially with these,” she remarked, holding her tits out for me, “more than I had planned on. I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” I reached out and caressed her full, firm, tits, my fingers lingering over the reddish areas where I figured someone’s stubble caused some irritation. “It was just play. A little fun and games. Nobody here is trying to steal anybody’s spouse or anything like that. It’s just a kind of wild freedom to indulge a little in each other; all the time knowing there are limits, and wanting to push them just a little. Maybe we just want to think that we’re the special ones, the one that our friends would risk everything for.”
She giggled some more, “I figured you probably pushed a few limits today too, huh?”
“Absolutely,” I laughed. “I had to get out of that cabin after lunch with Robin, before I forgot myself, and did something really stupid.
“You know, I hear about how naturists get so that being around others naked isn’t really sexual. I don’t know how. Every time I see you women, any of you, out here in the open, completely naked, my heart just wants to burst from excitement. Maybe when there’s the unfulfilled potential for sexual activity, it changes things, but I’ve got to believe that a week from now, seeing one of those pretty girls walking down that trail to me, naked, would lead to an instant hard-on, and naughty fantasies.”