I grew up in a very conservative environment and I never had a boyfriend even at university.  I lost my virginity at 21 to Greg, the man who became my husband.  He showed me that life is to be enjoyed.  By the time I was 25 I’d discovered that I liked fucking girls just as much as I liked fucking him (and his friends) and I also got off on watching him suck other men’s cocks – but that’s another story.

I had been hesitant when Greg first suggested we go to the nudist beach in the city where we live.  I was aware that a jerk from my office frequented the place and I wasn’t too keen for him to turn up at work on Monday and start spouting off that he’d seen my tits.  (Anyway, the jokes on him – quite a few of the decent guys at my work have seen a lot more than just my tits.)

Curiousity and the feeling that it would be a bit of a turn-on got the better of me and I agreed to go one Sunday afternoon.  What an eye-opener! There must have been 50 or more people on this little beach.  Mostly men and mostly buck naked.  Greg deliberately chose a spot near three young couples who looked about 20 and were sitting together.  They were a little conspicuous, in that none of them were naked.  The girls were all cute and it was obvious they all wanted to show some skin but were waiting to see who would be the first to be brave enough.  The boys were pretty much the same as all young guys – happy to look, but shy about getting naked themselves. 

Greg was in his element.  He has always been super fit. I'm was always catching women checking him out.  He is completely shaved and to cap it off he has a decent sized cock.  He wasted no time in stripping off and I could tell the three boys would have taken one look at his manhood and decided to keep their pants on rather than be compared with that!  I was nervous but also very excited.  I took my time setting out my towel and stripped down to my conservative black bikini.  I could tell all the men on the beach were watching, not just the three boys next to us.  Once I was satisfied with my towel and my big sun hat, I removed my bikini top like it was just another day at the beach and then slipped off my bottoms.  Instantly I felt like everyone was looking at my pussy.  I had a little landing strip in those days which was damn sexy.  I was incredibly excited. I asked Greg to put some sunscreen on me, and he took his time applying it to my whole body.  His hands are amazing and it must have been a great show as he massaged my tits and got me to roll over so he could do my ass.  By the end he had a rigid erection, so I capped off the show by using both of my hands to apply sunscreen to his gorgeous cock.

Then we walked down to the water for a quick dip.  I was turned-on as fuck and Greg's prick was at full attention and swaying liken a flag pole in the wind as we walked down to the water.  It was a great afternoon of skinny dipping, more sunscreen for both of us and a blatant game of frisbee by the boys right in front of us, I lost count of the number of ‘accidental’ throws landing near my towel.  I was loving it and even got up to throw it back a couple of times.  Oh, and the loser from work – he was there and he got an eyeful, but so what – what’s he gonna say – he saw me at the beach, I have a smoking hot body and my husband has a cock that you could club seals with.  He on the other hand was by himself wandering around peeping at the nudists, but never took his pathetic speedos off.  Fuck him.

Now on to my total surrender to public nudity, which occured a few weeks later.

It was Greg’s turn to choose a night out.  I knew it would involve me getting laid, it always does.  I love Greg's ‘Outings’.

The plan was simple.  An evening in the city, hopping between a selection of classy cocktail bars that charge ridiculous prices but have amazing atmosphere.  Greg would wear a suit – and look hot in it!  I would wear a slinky green silk dress that fits tightly from the waist up.  The cups lift and squeeze my cleavage together which has always makes me feel rather wanton.  At Greg’s direction I was not to wear anything under the dress.  The material is so soft and my nipples are always hard so they were going to be extremely prominent.  It was late summer and I had a nice all over tan from days at the beach.  Four-inch stilettos capped off the outfit and made me the same height as Greg.

It was time to go, I came out of the bathroom and Greg took one look at my nipples almost tearing holes through the green fabric and said ‘Fuck you look hot, I just hope you don’t poke anyone’s eye out’.

We caught an Uber.  I sat in the front and did my best to make sure my dress didn’t ride up to high.  I wasn’t in the mood to tease an Uber driver.  Those guys have a hard enough job as it is without having to drive around with a hard-on all night.  There wasn’t much I could do about him checking out my tits.

In town it was pouring with rain.  We got dropped off, right outside the first bar but even so my already revealing dress was now wet by the time we ran inside.  Body paint would have done a better job of concealing my nipples.  Greg looked pleased with himself.  I was turned on and starting to wonder if I could get away with flashing any hot guys.

Inside we sat on a sofa and there was a couple opposite us.  The woman was about my age, dressed to kill with perfect make up.  I caught her staring at my chest and the smile on her face said she would have liked to slide her tongue over my breasts.  No hot guys but one hot girl- not a bad start. We drank up and moved on. 

Second bar was the same.  Another cute lady blatantly appreciating how sexy I looked.  She wasn’t even discrete about it.  She used some sign language from across the room to say, ‘Your tits, look hot!’  At least that’s what I think she was saying.  Maybe it was ‘You have sauce down your front’.  A couple of minutes later she was standing by the bar.  I got up and walked past.  It would have been easy to go around but I made a point of squeezing through a gap and making sure my breasts rubbed against her bare arm as I slowly pushed past.  I get groped a lot in crowded bars but I’m pretty sure it was her hand pressed up between my legs as we exchanged apologies and then I walked off.

It was about ten pm.  We left the bar and walked down to the waterfront.  There are a few night spots spread along the old wharves.  Its usually quite busy but the rain had kept most people way.

As we passed a small alcove that shelters a door way,  Greg took my hand a and pulled me into the shadows.  He’s a great kisser.  He used his whole body to press me against the wall as he kissed my mouth and neck.  It was lovely, I kissed him back and let my body melt against his.  I could feel his hands on my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. His right hand moved to my neck.  I love the way he touches me, strong but not rough.  He would never hurt me but he knows I like to be dominated.  He slipped his hand under the strap of my dress and slid it off my shoulder and down my arm.  The right side of my chest was completely exposed.  His hand went back to my now naked breast.  The thrill of cool air and his hand on my bare skin was erotic.  He lowered his head and teased my nipple with his tongue and sucked on it expertly.  I ached my back and pushed myself into his face.  He stood back up and slipped the other side of my dress off my shoulder and pulled it down my arm.  Both my breasts were uncovered in the middle of town  People walk along the waterfront all the time.  The only thing preserving my modesty was Greg standing in front of me. 

But hey, let’s be real.  Last year for his birthday, my gift to Greg was to enlist two young guys to fuck me in a hotel room, while he watched.  I’m probably not that modest.

Back to the alcove.  My dress was around my waist and Greg’s hands were doing a great job of caressing my tits, massaging the lower part of my back (I love that) and sliding up my dress to grab my ass.  I returned the favour by pulling him against me like my life depended on it and grinding myself against the bulge in the front of his pants.

I felt his hands go to the zipper at the side of my dress and next thing it was sliding past my thighs and in a heap around my ankles.  That’s a really expensive dress, I was horny but still aware that silk shouldn’t be stepped on even during naughty public sex.  I bent down and picked it up.  There was nowhere to put it so I hung it over Greg’s shoulder.  I looked at him and smiled at the look on his face.  He really thinks I’m beautiful.  I felt so sexy, apart from the high heels I was naked.  I really wanted someone to come past.  I was sure Greg would hide me but it would still be exciting to be naked with people right out there on the path.

Greg pushed me back against the wall and started talking dirty in my ear.  He knows what turns me on: being with two men at once, doing it with another girl, someone watching me while I fuck.  As he reminded me what a raver I am, he was stroking my pussy.  It felt divine.  I balanced on one leg and  hooked the other around his waist.

I undid his pants and pulled his cock out.  He was incredibly hard.  I didn’t jerk him, just held his cock as tightly as I could.  I love the feel of his hot stiff penis.

He is a master at fingering me.  My knee started to give way from the pleasure and I had to let go of his cock and hold on to him with both arms and the leg around his waist.  My breath was starting to quicken and my body was bucking against his hand. He has the perfect combination of stroking my clit and penetrating me.  I don’t always squirt but I did this time

I made the front of his pants wet and I could tell his prick was drenched by my juices as well.  That was fucken hot and I could feel an intense orgasm coming.  I held on as he maintained the rhythm that I needed.  He has fingered me to an orgasm so many times before but this was probably the best ever.  I gripped him so tight as the waves of pleasure took my breaths in fast gasps.  I never scream in an orgasm but he would have known what was happening due to my attempts to squeeze the life out of him at that point.

Now Greg knows how to finger me and he also knows what to do when I cum.  Anyone who has read one of my stories will know that there is a 40 -60 second window after I cum when my pussy is incredibly sensitive and all I want is to be fucked hard and fast.  If I get that hard fast cock pumping into me in that 40 seconds, to a minute directly after I cum then, yes that’s when I start yelling.  The pleasure is out of this world.    

Now he was strong, not rough but definitely man-handling me.  I was turned and pushed face first against the side of the alcove.  I spread my legs and pushed my rear back against him.  His cock was already slick from me squirting on him and he wasted no time in thrusting his hard wet cock fully into my pussy and then pumping it in and out.  There is nothing like hard fucking after I have had an orgasm.  Even better I was now at the edge of the alcove and illuminated by a street lamp.  Anyone passing by would see me stripped naked and being fucked from behind.  And they would hear me.  I don’t make fake porn noises when Greg fucks me like this.  Sometimes I do it as part of the show when Greg is watching me with another man but when it’s just him and I, the noise is more gasping and crying out encouragement and pleasure.  So no fake porn noises but quite a lot of positive feedback to Ol’ Greg.  Anyone coming by would be in no doubt that I was happy about what was going on.

True-to-form after about a minute the surging waves of pleasure faded.  Fucking is still fun at this point but the mind-blowing experience has passed.  Greg knows that his best work has been done and I’m satisfied.  We could keep fucking but he has never used me for his pleasure.  He stopped like he always does in that situation.  I turned to face him and told him how good it was.  He told me I was amazing and I knew he meant it.  He loves how much I enjoy sex.  We embraced and I could feel his big swollen cock against me.  I could tell you that I sucked him off or we fucked again until he came but that’s not what happened.  He didn’t want that and I was still having having trouble holding up my own weight, my legs were so weak.

After a minute or so I got my strength back and I took my dress from Greg but I didn’t put it on.  I walked out of the alcove in just my heels with the dress in my hand.  It felt exciting to walk across the path to the edge of the wharf and know that anyone coming along would see me.  I turned and smiled at Greg.  He took a picture of me with his phone.  It’s a great photo, the lights are just right and I look like I could take on a whole ship of pillaging Vikings.

Greg helped me back into my dress and we caught an Uber home.