Pleasure-loving nudists shed all inhibitions at a sensual clothing-optional desert resort where they can take it all off and get it on.

Not all nudists are swingers, although most swingers certainly remove their clothes whenever possible. I’m both. Given the choice, my waist-length sable hair would be the only thing that would ever cover my body — but there’s that little matter of earning a living, which happens to require me being dressed a large part of each day. When I come home from work and peel off my clothes, it’s as if I am also shedding the cares of the world.

My husband, Greg, and I have several friends who practice nudism, so I guess that our homes are nudist camps in a sense, but I find my truest release during our weekends at what we call “our resort.” It’s a clothing-optional motel we discovered two years ago that gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “bed and breakfast.”

Last weekend we packed the car with skimpy, lightweight clothes for the few times we would go out in public and headed out to our favorite hideaway. Ted, one of two brothers who runs it, met us at the locked front door, which is set in a high wall that provides security and privacy for the entire place. We stepped through, and it was as if we had been transported to a tropical paradise. Ted took us to our suite, one of fifteen dotting a grassy courtyard. It was only ten in the morning, but already a bronzed Adonis of a man floated buck-naked on a bright-red air mattress in the black-bottomed swimming pool. Ted told us that we were the fourth couple to arrive but that the motel would be full by the next day.

Once we were in our room, I stripped off my shrink-wrap white shorts and gauzy halter top. Greg laughed at my speed as I stashed soda and wine in the refrigerator and threw our few clothes in the closet. I had special plans for this room, and picking my way around our luggage wasn’t part of them.

Greg took off his clothes, which of course called for a moment to admire him. He’s one of those rare men who never exercise yet always look athletic. He wears his dark hair long and combed to the side in a gentle wave, and he has glorious turquoise eyes. He pulled me to him and touched my mouth with his, wrapping his strong arms around me as I melted happily against his hard chest. His thick cock pressed against my tummy, and I was all for a quickie right then. I dropped to my knees and took his magnificent organ in my mouth. He allowed me to lick and suck and even nibble his balls, until he was hard, and then he pushed me away.

“Later,” he promised and promenaded proudly out the door, his hard cock — courtesy of me — leading the way.

I sighed and grabbed up sodas and suntan lotion and stepped through the door to the courtyard. I paused, taking a minute to glory in the feel of the blazing sun on my skin. We checked out the scene: It consisted of one couple in the spa and the man in the pool.

“Where do you want to sit?” Greg asked, closely surveying the area.

We chose two lounge chairs by the pool and turned them to face the sun. Adonis was still floating in the pool, his front now sunning — I enjoyed the view. His soft penis lay heavily on his leg, dark and wrinkled and very promising, those wrinkles. A lithe redhead came out of her suite and gracefully lowered herself onto the edge of the pool. I admired the way her breasts swung with her movements. She stretched out one pale leg and brushed the raft. The man opened his eyes and smiled at her, then paddled to the edge. She rested her legs on the air mattress while they conversed in soft voices. It could have been a portrait of Adam and Eve — the original couple, unconscious of their nakedness.

I glanced at Greg and saw that he was also intrigued by them.

“Perhaps I need a little dip.” I followed this announcement with a lazy stretch, knowing how well it displayed my bronze curves unmarred by tan lines. I lifted my hair above my head, then shook it out and walked to the edge of the pool. I took a deep breath, paused with my arms stretched above my head, then dove neatly, parting the water with barely a splash. I swam under the crystal-clear water, feeling the water lift my hair. At the far end, I surfaced and winked at Greg. It was a challenge.

Immediately he swam underwater toward me. He nibbled my pussy before surfacing. I giggled, slyly watching Adonis and his mate out of the comer of my eye. They were smiling dreamily at us. Greg cradled me in his arms, swinging me gently through the water. My long hair was a fan around us. I closed my eyes, enjoying the weightless feeling.

Then, abruptly, I was shifted to another set of arms. Startled, I opened my eyes and found myself supported now by Adonis. His features were chiseled, his eyes intense as he returned my stare. We locked eyes, a teasing promise.

The redhead swam away as my Greek god spoke. “I am Carlo. Who are you, lovely lady?” His voice had a hint of an Italian accent.

“Melody.” I waited for the usual trite comment on my name. I’d change it, but it’s too good an icebreaker.

I glanced over at Greg; he was in the arms of the redhead. She supported his weight in the water as they spoke softly, only the tones of their voices reaching me in the muted way sound travels across water.

“Do not worry. Christine will take good care of him. I’m thirsty. Will you join me in some champagne?”

I nodded acquiescence and Carlo led me from the pool. His room was dark after the glaring sun outside. I sat on the edge of a chair while he filled two champagne flutes.

“To us.” Of course. What other toast could there be?

We sipped our champagne and our eyes met once again. Then he put both glasses aside and pulled me to my feet. I was mesmerized by his golden eyes and by his lips on mine, cool and sweet from the champagne. As he explored my willing mouth with his tongue, I felt his penis stiffen where it lay against my belly. His arms tightened around me, pressing our flesh together along the length of our bodies. Heat spread out from my core, and my legs felt weak.

I heard footsteps behind me and drew back to see that Greg and Christine had joined us. Greg had his “how’d-I-ever-get-so-lucky” grin on his face. I smiled back, and then Carlo recaptured my attention, leading me to the king-size bed, where he laid me down. Christine did the same with Greg, so that my husband and I were side by side on the bed with them kneeling next to us.

Once there, we closed  our eyes. I felt Carlo’s fingertips on my skin as they traced a slow, feathery trail from my toes to my shoulders. His touch was like silk as his fingertips made the gentlest of circles on my skin. I arched myself upward to meet his touch, but then he withdrew his hand, and I knew I must be still. I let my mind go and enjoyed the sweet sensations he was arousing in me.

I realized that Carlo was avoiding my nipples and pussy, and the more he circumvented them, the more they wanted his touch. I shifted so that my left breast was close to his hand, but he stopped again, so I willed myself to remain silent and still, difficult as that was. It seemed as though an eternity passed while I slipped farther and farther into the sensuous world of his fingers. When he finally touched my nipple with a single finger, it was as though I was transported to another world. I wiggled against him and this time was rewarded by the lightest touch on my clit. I trembled under his hand.

“Open your eyes and look at your husband. Do not look away from each other.”

I was surprised by Carlo’s suggestion, but I went with it. Greg looked as distracted and aroused as I felt. Christine had apparently been mirroring Carlo’s motions. Greg’s look told me he was horny as hell.

We locked eyes as Carlo spread my legs and lay between them, his mouth at my pussy. I felt his hot breath and squirmed in anticipation. Greg smiled at me and his strong hand covered mine as Christine knelt between his legs. His mouth dropped open at whatever it was she was doing.

I was more interested in what Carlo was doing to me. His hot, wet, insistent tongue was flicking my clit back and forth, sending waves of heat through my body.

Greg’s hand tightened around mine and we continued to stare at each other as this glorious pair lapped and sucked and nibbled at our genitals. Carlo’s tongue took me to the precipice of orgasm. I felt my cunt opening up, ready to receive his cock. Carlo finally mounted me and, as open as I was, he stretched me farther with the size of his cock. I felt the contractions starting, pulsating in my cunt, and my body began shuddering with the power of my pleasure. He started thrusting into me and I met his eyes, but he turned my head back toward Greg.

Christine was tiding my husband, cantering away on his rod. The bed shook, the bedspread was soft beneath me, and the smell of suntan oil mixed with our sexy perfume. I felt as though I were whirling around the room, anchored by Greg’s hand while Carlo fucked me.

Pleasure consumed me as I was swept into another orgasm, more powerful than the first, one wave of tingling heat after another spiraling from my pussy, each hotter than the one before. I felt weightless, as if I were floating above the bed.

Greg groaned aloud, his eyes rolling, as Christine drew his come into her depths. His hand around mine tightened as his body shook with the power of his orgasm.

Only then did Carlo tum my head toward him, and I saw how his eyes were boring into Christine’s. They were fucking us and each other at the same time, holding hands as Greg and I had done, together yet apart in a strange parallel dance of love. Christine moaned and cried, her auburn hair flying about as she rode Greg’s still solid cock. Suddenly she arched her back as she cried out her ecstasy, shaking the bed even harder.

“Yes, my darling!” Carlo cried out at the same time that he thrust his cock into me. I felt his hot seed spurt into my cunt, and I came again, quickly, happily, my fingers pulling his body, guiding him all the way into me while Greg held Christine’s body on his spear.

The room seemed very quiet after the storm of passion; there was only the sound of our ragged breathing as Carlo and Christine lay down beside us on the bed. I dozed briefly and was awakened later by my husband’s gentle kisses. I opened my eyes lazily.

“Come on, babe, we’re all going out for lunch,” Greg said.

The four of us showered together, then dressed in skimpy summer clothes and rode to lunch in Carlo’s convertible. We had a delightful day eating and shopping. It was dark by the time we returned.

It felt wonderful to close the outer door behind us, go to our rooms and shed our clothes again. A full moon had risen and was reflected in the pool. Greg and I slipped into the water. Soon Carlo and Christine joined us. The other parties had arrived while we were gone, and they drifted out to the pool. The glow from the moon cast an otherworldly light on us, obscuring some features while highlighting others. Christine’s alabaster skin was preternaturally beautiful, while Carlo’s golden eyes gleamed serenely.

Christine came to Greg and we took her in our arms, one of us on each side of her, supporting her so she floated between us. We swayed her back and forth. Impulsively I bent my head to hers and kissed her. It was the first time I’d kissed another woman; her lips were softer than a man’s, and her breath was sweet and light against my mouth. I scattered little butterfly kisses all over her face, then slowly traced a line to her breasts with my mouth. I sucked on one nipple between my lips, nibbling on it, savoring the way it hardened, its firmness amidst the soft skin. I pressed my face to the soft tissue of her breast, treasuring it.

Greg, meanwhile, had kissed the lips I had just left, and, between us, I felt Christine’s arousal quickening. Brazenly I touched her vaginal lips, spreading them so I could locate her clitoris. It was pink and hard; when I flicked my finger back and forth on it, she gasped. I wanted her. I maneuvered myself so I was between her thighs and lowered my mouth to her sweet pussy.

My tongue found her nub, and I licked in circles around it, teasing her. Her hands pressed my head harder against her. Encouraged, I probed her pussy with my tongue, tasting her salt and the pool’s chlorine. The surface of her vagina was like velvet. I explored a bit more, gently inserting one finger and marveling at the way her strong vaginal muscles gripped it. No wonder men like to be in there so much, I thought. I wished I had a cock then, so I could go all the way inside of her.

So caught up was I in my explorations that I didn’t realize Carlo had come up behind me until he reached around and hefted my breasts in his hands. I leaned against his strong, hard body, enjoying the way his chest hair tickled my back. I continued slowly massaging Christine’s pussy, watching the dreamy expression on her face.

Carlo lifted me up, taking Christine along with us, then lowered me onto his powerful cock. My own pussy was very tight in the water, so that I felt every delightful inch of him as he entered me. Greg pulled Christine away from me then, so that she could ride his bucking bronco.

Around the pool, other couples were in various stages of lovemaking, and I thought how nice it would be to make their acquaintance. I felt that we had inspired them, which excited me all the more. I tightened my grip on Carlo, and he thrust deeper into me in response to my wants. I cried out as I rode him, our weightlessness in the water allowing him to lift me up and pull me back down in that strange underwater way.

I felt tingling begin again in my pussy, felt it spread outward in ever-widening circles until my entire body was so fully alive, I felt I would fly right out of his arms. Carlo may have sensed that, and he held me tighter as his cock swelled that last bit before ejaculation.

“Come with me, cara mia.” I needed no other encouragement. My pussy throbbed in time with his cock, our juices meeting and mixing deep inside me. Carlo was a wonderful lover. Watching Greg, I sensed that he felt the same way about Christine. He caught my eye and winked, silently telling me that he’d keep his whispered promise about “later.”