"But I've never been naked in front of anybody but you and my doctor. I don't know if I'm happy about this. I'm completely shaved, and, my body--"
"Neither have I. So what? We don't know anybody here and even if we did, they would be naked, too. So what's the big deal? Let's make the best of it. C'mon, we'll have a great time."
"Ok,ok. We'll go for the max!"
I liked her attitude. We checked in and we were brought to our bungalow. It was a freestanding cottage with a deck on the beach side with over-sized chairs and umbrellas. Inside, there was a kitchenette and sitting area and a bedroom with a king-sized bed. The bathroom had a large Jacuzzi and a shower big enough for 4-6 people. All in all, the accommodations were perfect.
"It's now or never!! Let's check out the beach." It was 85o and sunny. I stripped off my tee shirt and my shorts. I pulled off my g-string underwear and wrapped a towel around my waist. My wife took her top off and her shorts and was standing in front of me in a flimsy bra and pair of barely-there tiny panties. With a look of trepidation on her face, she took off her bra exposing her very impressive 34C breasts with 2" areoles and ½" nipples that were quite turgid. She pulled her panties down and kicked them across the floor.
"Are you happy now?" she asked with a tone that implied I was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. I threw her a towel, which she wrapped, around her chest so her breasts were covered.
"No, no, no. We're here to uncover, not to cover up."
"I'll take it off when we get to the beach, OK?"
I grabbed her hand and we walked out onto the sand. We were only a few yards from the beach. We could see a bunch of people milling around near the beach bar and hundreds of people walking up and down the beach, or lying on blankets or lounges. There were two things in common with everybody we saw. They were naked and they were wearing sunglasses. After all, sunglasses are standard equipment on a nude beach. How else are you going to be able to check everybody out without staring?
As we stepped onto the beach, I took my towel off and threw it over my shoulder. There I was in all my glory. I had forgotten about the fact that I kept only a little landing strip above my dick. I looked around quickly and was immediately put at ease. Out there on the beach were guys that were completely shaved, guys with landing strips, and guys with full bushes. There were guys with no body hair and some guys that looked like bears. In other words, there was something of everything. Old and young, big thick dicks, long thin dicks, short dicks, cut and uncut, young and old. There were too many different ones and I was ready to look at every one of them. My wife was completely shaved. She certainly wasn't conspicuous. Almost every woman we saw, no matter what the age, was either fully shaved or had some kind of small landing strip.
Don't get me wrong. I love pussy, too. I especially love to eat out a good pussy The same thing could be said about pussies. Who knew that there were that many variations of vaginas? Bald as could be, landing strips in more shapes and sizes than imaginable. There were cunts with no lips showing, just cameltoes. There were cunts with big labia, both inner and outer, hanging out. There were women whose clits were enormous, looking like small penises. The number of piercings I saw shocked me. Nipple rings and barbells, vertical hood piercings, rings through the clitoral hood, multiple labia ornaments. Tattoos were in abundance as well. I wish my wife would get a piercing or two. Maybe a one nipple and a vertical clit hood.
We walked the beach holding hands, giving each other a squeeze when we saw something that excited us. I was impressed by the squeezing my hand was getting every time we walked by a really hot looking girl with big tits and a shaved pussy. She seemed very focused on women who were completely shaved. I, on the other hand, was giving her a squeeze when I saw a big hanging cock that was either trimmed or shaved. No matter what, we were both enjoying ourselves, my wife way more than she expected. Her nudity was definitely no longer an issue. I took a quick look at her pussy and her lips, which are always hanging out, seemed swollen, as if she was excited. My own cock was just a little chubbed up which I didn't mind at all.
We walked all the way down the beach and back. The warmth of the sun on our bodies was so therapeutic. I asked my wife if she wanted to stop at the bar for a drink before we walked back to our bungalow. She agreed that a nice adult beverage would really hit the spot. We walked over to the bar where I ordered a couple of drinks. Everybody at the bar was smiling, having the time of their lives. I had some heavy eye contact with a guy at the bar, who looked like he was about my age, maybe a little younger. He had a naked woman at his side, so I could only fantasize about his reason for the lingering gaze. Maybe I would find out later. Before we left the bar, the guy gave me a wink. I responded with a little nod.
"Let's take our drinks and sit on our deck. We can do some more people-watching," I suggested to my wife.
Yeah, let's."
We made our way back to our bungalow, which was under a big palm tree. I welcomed the shade. There were a couple of comfortable chairs each big enough for two on the deck on which I spread our towels and we sat down. There was a little table in between the chairs with a candle on it. We put our drinks down. My wife reached over and gave me the type of wet kiss that said, "I'm really horny!!"
"Thanks honey for bringing me here. Had I known that we were coming here when we were at home, I don't think I would have come. Now I see how sorry I would have been. I'm sorry that we didn't come here sooner."
The chairs were set a slight angle from each other, so I could see my wife's crotch. As she relaxed, her legs spread apart. Her pussy lips were stuck to her inner thighs so, with her legs spread, I could see the inside of her cunt and it was wet, very wet! At the bottom of her slit, her juice had pooled. It looked like there was at least a tablespoon of juice that was about to roll down over her asshole onto the chair. I couldn't let that nectar go to waste. I dropped to my knees and stuck my tongue right under that creamy dollop and sucked it right in. There were people walking by our cabana and I'm sure somebody saw my head between my wife's legs. I licked upwards and gave her swollen clit a quick suck. Before she could say anything, I was back in my chair. She had a huge smile on her face and I had her juice all over mine.
We sipped on our drinks and watched the people go by. The sun was starting to sink into the Caribbean. Our drinks were almost empty when I saw the guy with whom I had the eye contact walking towards our cabana. The woman with him, the one that was next to him at the bar, was a very attractive blonde, probably in her late 40's, with a rubenesque figure. She was very curvy, with a big set of tits. She had wide hips and her pussy was completely shaved. Her skin was tight. I don't think that there was a wrinkle on her. The bright gold hoops through her nipples and the hoop through the hood of her clitoris emphasized her deep tan. Each hoop had a gold chain hanging from it, about 2 inches long. The chain from the clit piercing rested in the slit between her puffy labia, an enjoyable characteristic that she shared with my wife.
The man was in reasonably good shape for his age, about 5' 11" and 190 pounds. He wasn't muscular but there was no real flab on him. His skin was a deep tan and his cock was completely shaved, something he and I had in common. They were an attractive couple. Each had a captivating smile that made them very appealing. They looked like people you'd want to get to know.
