If you did not read the first one, I suggest you start there.
That next morning, Sally and I each packed some sandwiches and bottles of water and a few beers into 2 small coolers and loaded them in her truck. We headed to Panera to get some coffee and breakfast sandwiches for the short trip to another nude adventure.
Sally said "I hope I did not push you too far last night."
I was feeling some level of guilt, because, while my wife has always known that I don't wear clothes when I don't have to. I am naked at home a lot and I love to visit nude beaches and nudist resorts like the one just down the road, the recent masturbation session with Sally was a bridge I had never crossed.
I told her that "last night was one of the most powerful and exciting sexual experiences of my life." I freely admitted that I was wrestling with it, but that was my problem and I would decide what to do. I said "let's just relax and enjoy the sunshine and maybe play some volley ball.
We paid for our day passes got undressed and tossed out clothes in her truck and started walking to the pool. We were the only ones at the pool so far, since we are early birds. We grabbed a couple of prime lounge chairs, slathered on the sunscreen and relaxed. I had brought a book and she had a newspaper, so we were enjoying the morning sun and reading quietly.
I found myself admiring Sally's body. Our visits here and time around the pool had made her freckles really come out. Her pink nipples were always hard and just begged to be sucked. She was shaved smooth and her pronounced mons and labia were a natural work of art, and her clitoral hood was easily visible at all times. I fantasized about licking and sucking her pussy often while masturbating. My cock was starting to swell from staring at her.
A few people started to wander out of their tents and cabins and started making their way to the pool. There were communal showers near the pool, so we enjoyed watching several people showering, which was kind of erotic. Couples touching as they washed and washed each other was making my cock start to stir. I think Sally noticed.
It was heating up quickly and we dove into the pool to cool off and were swimming around talking for a while. After a few laps and a race where I beat her badly since I had been a competitive swimmer and still swam often. We hopped out of the pool and sat back down with her calling me a cheater and demanding a rematch.
Just as we got settled a couple walked in front of us and the man said, "Sally, is that you?" I had no idea who they were, but Sally turned beet red and said "Mr. Carter, I sure didn't expect to see you here." "Is this Mrs. Carter?"
He seemed a little uncomfortable but not as much as Sally was. He said "it is nice to see you. We'll talk to you later."
They went to the end of the pool and got an umbrella table and two lounge chairs. I asked Sally "who was that?"
"Paul Carter, and he is the owner/developer of the shopping center project my company is doing all of the electric work for."
"Does this pose a problem for you?" I asked.
She smiled sheepishly, and said "I don't see how." "He is also here naked, at a nudist resort and no different than us."
Both Mr. Carter and his wife looked like they were in their early 60's; fit, tanned, and they both wore a fair amount of gold jewelry on their otherwise naked bodies. I noticed she also had pierced nipples and a clit ring and he was wearing a gold ring around his scrotum.
Interesting!
Sally and I went for another swim and while in the pool noticed that the Carter's were joined by another couple that was a bit younger than they were. They were very friendly toward them and we observed a fair amount of hugging and kissing.
One of our new friends from last weekend sat down next to us and noticed we were watching that group at the table. They told us that some nudists were also into "the lifestyle" and that those two couples were regulars who often entertained other couples or singles in a cabin.
I got it, but Sally's blonde hair was making it hard for her to understand.
"Sally asked, what do you mean life style?" "You mean nudist lifestyle?" We all laughed, except Sally.
Teresa leaned in and told her "they are swingers." "They swap and share sex with other couples or single women." Sally looked shocked.
Teresa giggled and said "about half of the people here either swing occasionally or regularly." "Don't be shocked or worry." "Nobody will push you to do anything, and No means no." "You are perfectly safe."
After that, it was a typical day in paradise. We played water volley ball and worked up a good appetite for lunch. Sally and I went to sit at a picnic table under a big tree and ate our lunch and drank a beer. I could tell she was still thinking about what she had leaned before and was trying to process it.
After some more sunning and swimming, the Carters came over and sat down with our group. They introduced themselves and others did the same. He mentioned that he knew Sally from business and went on for 15 minutes about how hard she worked and that she and her company consistently met their deadlines and did top notch work.
Behind his sunglasses I could tell he was really looking hard at Sally's beautiful body.
I couldn't help noticing that Mrs. Carter, or Pamela, could not take her eyes off of Sally either. After a few minutes Sally started to notice too, and smiled at her in her usual friendly manner.
After Paul had finished bragging on Sally, Pamela said "he talks about you like you are Wonder Woman." "I think I get it now." Then Pamela leaned over and kissed Sally on the cheek for about 10 seconds, just a little longer than necessary.
The Carters asked if we were staying for the get together tonight.