Becoming More Adventurous

"I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.

I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.

Make a wish, take a chance, Make a change, and break away."

- Breakaway (Kelly Clarkson)

My husband decided that we needed a break and he took me to Palm Springs. On the way there, I asked where we were staying, and he joked “at a nude resort.” I don’t know what came over me, but I was incredulous and said “yeah, right…I dare you.” He pulled out the telephone number from his pocket and dialed up and made the reservation on the spot! I was intrigued to see what would happen. After all, it was clothing “optional” so I didn’t need to go nude.

The place was pleasant enough. The facility was nice and the food was good. People tended to keep to themselves; there weren’t any weird men bugging me when I laid out by the pool. My husband, on the other hand, had a hard (no pun intended) time leaving the room since you weren’t allowed to show arousal. By the 3rd day, after watching him (and everyone else) lay out nude, I mustered the courage to take off my top.

Well, we struggled financially for another year. When some more money came in, my husband said “let’s go to Palm Springs again!” I was tired of working (and being surrounded by unhappy women), increasingly weary of complaining and unappreciative teenagers, and looked forward to taking some time off. And since I was also questioning many of the assumptions that I had made years ago about life and happiness, I was actually looking forward to stripping completely at the nude resort. I had lost some weight again, so I was feeling a little better about my body.

What I didn’t know was that my husband decided to kick things up a notch. When we turned off the freeway and went the wrong direction, I asked him where we were going. He replied “it’s another clothing optional place, but they also allow sex in the open.” I got nervous…this was a swing club. “No means no, and the men are gentlemen here,” my husband said trying to reassure me. “We won’t do anything, but we’ll probably see something. Kind of like watching porn, only in real life.”

I was relieved to find out we were the only ones there the first night. I enjoyed relaxing the next day, totally nude. Away from the kids and work and chores around home. It was a refreshing feeling. The second night two more couples showed up. I didn’t know it at the time, but my husband told them our situation, and the men were indeed gentlemen. Later that night, each of the couples were being affectionate in the pool, and I made sure we kept our distance from them so nothing would happen. The next day, one of the couples was particularly friendly, and we socialized for a few hours. They were genuinely nice people, not the sex crazed people I feared. People you would want to be your neighbors.
I was growing increasingly comfortable being nude (one of the other women was a lot heavier than I was), and I was less concerned about feeling pressured to do something I didn’t want to do.

On our third night (Friday), everyone showed up. Fourteen couples total. Most got naked or changed into erotic cover-ups right away. All were very friendly. No one was gross, but I also didn’t find many of the guys all that attractive. After all, nothing was going to happen with them, so it didn’t matter.

As each new couple arrived, they joined the early birds hanging out around the outdoor kitchen. I made sure we were in a spot where no one could sit next to me, but it bothered me that my husband was naked and sitting right next to a naked woman! If I saw his hand wander, I elbowed him in the rib to remind him to keep to our rules…no touching, no playing. We were just going to be voyeurs. One of the guys (we’ll call him Mitch) was really funny, and over time I grew fond of him and his partner. She was in the same situation as me…she didn’t know she was going to spend the weekend at a lifestyle resort! And she kept being surprised by seeing intimate activity between two people who weren’t partners, catching herself, “oh yeah, we’re at a swing resort!” As the night progressed, we did see some activity. It was sensual and erotic.

When we went to bed, we had the greatest sex! Being around other nice, erotic people and seeing some of them in action really got our hormones flowing! It was better than any other sex I’d ever had. We did many of the same things we’d done before. However, influenced by the environment, we enjoyed it much more.

During our love making, my husband said he thought that if I was willing to get intimate with anyone there, it would be the funny guy Mitch who also surprised his partner. I was quick to reply that “nothing was going to happen,” but then I did admit that I found him to be the most attractive and interesting guy there.
The next morning, my husband and I laid out in the nude to sunbathe next to Mitch and his partner. For two hours, we (Mitch’s partner and I) talked about how we couldn’t see ourselves participating in the lifestyle. As my husband tells the story, when I got my dander up, I’d say “I’m not going to, he’s not going to, we’re not going to play around!”

As we got to know this couple better, I was drawn to their personalities. During our conversation, Mitch was massaging his partner. She talked about how he gave great foot massages. He gave a foot massage to another lady lying nearby, which made me a bit jealous…why wasn’t he giving me one? But then he came to me and asked if I wanted a foot massage as well. I nodded consent. I was naked, laying on my back. I spread my legs apart a bit so he could sit down on the edge of the elevated bed between them, and he went to work on my feet. I enjoyed being pampered by someone who was attractive and charming. At one point, he laid back onto me, his head and back on my stomach. I felt both thrilled and nervous. But nothing happened. He didn’t grope me…he just massaged my feet. It was relaxing and slightly erotic—what could be so wrong with that?

After two hours in the sun, it came time to cool off, so I announced I was going to the pool. My husband dutifully accompanied me, and Mitch said he would join us. I entered the pool and sat cradled in a floating “noodle”, and my husband and Mitch were on either side of me. It was nice to be the center of attention…and we were just talking. But my husband all of a sudden said he was going to visit with Mitch’s wife back on the sunning bed, leaving me alone with Mitch.
I don’t know why, but my mind was receptive. Here’s this cute guy flirting with me. As he touched me, at first in non-erotic places, I secretly hoped and feared that he would take the chance and try to get intimate with me. I felt the same excitement I felt when I was single, wondering if my date was going to become intimate, then wishing he’d be more daring with each teasing touch. It had been almost 20 years since I was single and had felt these feelings. The anticipation and seduction was intoxicating.

I lost track of time (and everything and everyone else around me). All of a sudden Mitch pulled back a little from me. His partner and my husband were standing by us at the edge of the pool. After some small talk, we were soon back with our spouses. My husband seemed very content, but didn’t say anything. After a short while, he asked me what happened. “Nothing,” I replied. “He just touched me, it was nothing.” Later on, I blurted out “he kissed me!” half confessing, half gloating! It bothered me that my husband wouldn’t press me for details. I was making out with another guy (or at least I let him fondle me and kiss me), and my husband didn’t even seem curious or jealous!

Finally, I sheepishly told my husband that he touched my pussy. His eyes grew wide in excitement and he asked me “how many fingers did he put inside?” “I don’t know,” I replied, slightly embarrassed, but certainly aroused! My husband let out a shout of joy, exclaiming “you were really into it!” and appeared very much pleased. Others who had been watching things transpire while we were in the pool together later came up to me, knowing of my earlier resistance, and said “welcome to the lifestyle!”