About a year into our marriage, Cindy and I spent a couple of weeks at a charming beachside resort.

There’s a national park nearby, and it contained at least two nude beaches as well as some secluded coves that offered plenty of opportunities for bad behavior. I’d discovered on our honeymoon how much my new wife liked nude beaches when she insisted on stripping off her bikini for a midnight swim at a beach near our hotel. Having had some interesting experiences on the sand with a previous girlfriend, I was delighted to learn this about her, and planned to capitalize on it as soon as possible.

One day we decided to hit the main nude beach. It was our first time doing this together, and we were hot as hell with anticipation. We found a spot with two nude couples nearby, stripped off our clothes, and stretched out on our towels. Soon we were joined by a number of others. Everyone was friendly, and we lay there chatting and admiring each other’s bodies.

After an hour Cindy and I could stand it no longer, and headed back to the hotel for the first of five breathless fuck sessions that day. The trail back to the hotel was long and it was hot, so I suggested to Cindy that she might like to cool off by undoing her shirt. Guess what? She did it, exposing her gorgeous 34C tits to the sun and breeze. We passed a few people going the other way. They seemed to enjoy the display, so I suggested she take the shirt off entirely. Off it came as we passed an Army detail of about five guys. Boy, did she make their day!

After a blistering sex session, we headed back out, and this time found a secluded patch of sand with just one other naked couple, who appeared glued together. This pair was so self-absorbed that they took no notice of us, even when we stripped naked and ran into the water. By this time I had a rag-ing hard-on, and Cindy was squirming with pleasure. After some mutual masturbation, we headed back to the hotel for another torrid bout.

It was lunchtime, but we weren’t stopping for food. The next destination was the main beach, which was just topless. We sat down among some of the finest female flesh you could ever see. Cindy had on a skimpy green bikini, and she removed the top the minute we arrived. She lay on her back, arms extended, legs apart, with pussy hairs peeking out here and there. After she had been admired by passersby of both sexes, she arose and went on a stroll along the beach to capture some more admiring glances.

I was about to suggest heading back to the hotel for yet another romp when she announced that no one had ever fucked her in a car before. Fine, let’s do it, I said. She tossed on a shirt and we jumped in the car and found a back road. On the way she removed the shirt again. Any motorist who saw us would have assumed she was completely naked. When we stopped in a glade, she stripped off the tiny bottom, opened the backdoor, and lay flat on her back in the backseat, her legs wide apart. Then she ordered me to fuck her. Having dealt with the car-virginity issue, I then introduced her to some other auto techniques, including the hood fuck. My, did she look good spread-eagled over the front of the car.

We went back to the hotel, this time for a real sleep, since we were wiped out. It was early evening when we awoke. I suggested a walk in the park, so off we went, back to the first nude beach. It was nearly deserted, and pretty soon we started fondling each other in the dunes. I pulled her jeans and panties down and her shirt up, exposing the interesting bits, and she pulled my cock out of my pants.

Trouble was, we weren’t totally alone. There were people walking on the track above, and there was this middle-aged guy naked on the beach, staring at us from about 50 yards away. “Cindy,” I said, “there’s a guy staring.”

“Fuck it,” she said. “Let’s make his day.” So we did. We fucked our brains out while this old guy watched. Last I saw him, he was stroking himself. By the time we were done, he’d disappeared.

We went back to the hotel, tired and happy, had a delightful romantic dinner, and then slept very well. It turned out to be the first of many erotic beach adventures.