Back to the Beach

For several years now, I've hit up the nearby nude beach starting early in the season.  Between being out of town, busy, and having done other nude activities, we've not been able to make it.  Finally, this weekend, we got to hit the nude beach.



I am finding that I am not much of a beach person.  For starters, it's a hike to get there from where we live, and it's the closest beach area to us.  Traffic is hell, the Parkway is hell.  So, by the time we get there, we want to be anywhere but traveling.  Yet, there's a considerable hike to get from the parking lot to the beach, and then more of a hike to get to the clothing-optional area.  Once you get there, there's only so much laying out and swimming you can do.  Nonetheless, I have developed a real love of lying nude in the sun and swimming nude in the ocean.  There's nothing like it - well, except any other outdoor nude activity.

Normally, we go early in the morning, but this time, we made an afternoon trip to catch the heat of the day.  This isn't the first time we've gone in the afternoon, but the afternoon crowd is a lot different than the morning crowd.  In the morning, you usually see people over 50, and families with small children.  In the afternoon, there are a lot more younger people and a lot more people who are a little over the top.  I overheard someone talking about breaking up some couple frolicking in a tent.  There was a guy, who looked to be in his 60's with Groucho Marx glasses on his dick.  People were smoking weed.  And, for the first time, in the nearly twenty times that I've gone to this beach, I finally saw a boner.  The funny part about it was that the guy was small enough, I had to take a second glance to realize he was sporting wood.  He was small, even for being hard. 

 

At the same time as the strange crowd, the people were just as friendly as always.  I chatted it up with a few other fellow nudists.  This is one nice thing anyone who has been to any nudist place is that people really have nothing to hide, and act like it.  It really is the friendliest beach I've ever been to, and was this time as well.

While I do admit that I'm not a big beach kind of guy, I was enjoying my time there.  Mrs. Mack, however, was not.  She was getting bored.  I get that.  Once you've taken a couple of walks, swam and tanned, there's really not much else to do.  There is a difference between going to a nude resort and beach.  Other naturist places do offer a lot more activities.  Whereas a beach is just a beach.  After having been there for two hours, I probably could have stayed a while longer, but my wife was getting antsy.  I told her, "I'm not ready to leave yet, but I can see that you are."  Then, she said in a playful tone with a smile, "You know, we don't have to put our clothes back on when we get home."  

The funny thing about my wife is that I can look at nice asses, cocks, perfect breasts, and anything else all day, but nothing gets me hard, like when she's playful.  Of course, this is a problem when you're at a nude beach.  I started getting a little chub, and I had to roll onto my belly for a minute.  I agreed that we could get going and head home. 

 

After the long drive back home, we unloaded the car.  She said she was getting hungry.  I know my wife well enough to know that if she has a full stomach, there will be no sex in our future.  So, I suggested we hit the shower before dinner.  We both climbed into the shower, and started to lather up.  She began kissing me, and I was getting really turned on again.  We got out of the shower, and I suggested we head back into the bedroom.  We did.  I laid down on the bed, and saw that she started getting dressed.  "What are you doing?" I asked.  "I told you, I'm hungry."  She replied.  I said back, "I thought you wanted to spend the night naked."  "That's tonight.  It's still early.  You don't have to get dressed, though."  

I grumbled a little bit more.  She said she wouldn't want to have sex on an empty stomach.  So, I said forget it.  I decided not to get dressed, though, and I went downstairs and made us dinner.  After dinner we watched a movie.  The movie, although a comedy, was kind of depressing, and it ended with the couple getting divorced.  This was not exactly a great turn-on.  Even though, I had made dinner, she asked me to do the dishes, which I reluctantly did.  Then, as she was heading up the stairs, she said, "Make sure you let the dog out."  I kind of lost it.  "You're dressed, and I'm not!"  I said.  "Well," she replied, "I don't have a bra on."  Then, I got a little more angry: "You've got to be fucking kidding me!  I don't have anything on."  She then said something to the affect of how if I wanted to have sex, I would do it.  I was getting really pissed and felt very manipulated, but since she already went upstairs, and the dog was standing by the back door with eyes as big as saucers, I grabbed a pair of pajama pants and let him out.  

When I got back inside, I went upstairs.  Mrs. Mack was lying naked on the bed, but the look on her face looked more like she was upset.  She must've seen the look on my face, reacting to her expression.  She asked what was wrong.  I told her that her expression looked like she wasn't looking forward to having sex.  "I'm just not horny!" she exclaimed.  We then proceeded to have the biggest fight I can ever remember us having.  I told her how I felt manipulated.  She said she didn't understand how I interpreted what she had said on the beach as her wanting to have sex.  She told me how I don't have any self-esteem and I'm wasting my time with therapy.  I told her that I have no self-esteem because of the shitty way I've been treated by her and every other woman in my life.  She told me that she's worried one day she'll leave me.  Back and forth, back and forth it went.  Needless to say, we managed to stay up and not go to bed angry, but we were both pretty hurt.

I can't say we were much better this morning.  We both apologized for the fight, but I'm still reeling.