Always Hard Thinking About This.

And I’ll do it again.

This makes a lot of sense. Maybe this is why I can’t travel with her anymore.

Hit me up.

I’d like to do this and more.

What's with the whole nudism and sex thing? | Naked Wanderings

Textiles think that nudists are perverts and nudists say that there is no link between nudity and sex. But what's the truth? Are naturists really asexual?

Précis: nudism isn’t all about sex, but that doesn’t mean nudists don’t think about sex.

Nick & Lins sum up the over correction that nudism makes to make sure that people don’t think it’s a nest of perverts.

We’re all perverts, loving to expose our “oh so holy” body parts to one another, having sex with everyone around, male, female it all doesn’t matter for us, threesomes, foursomes, fivesomes, huge orgies.

And the response of the naturist community is strict: “Nudity and sex are two totally different things!”

Of course we support the naturist community, but somehow we get the feeling that they’re bringing the discussion from one extreme into another.Sometimes they make naturists appear as asexual creatures.

Have you ever accidentally posted a nude pic of you or your spouse to Facebook?

I did once of us both. OOPS.

Only every day!

The One She Never Talked About

The wife and I have always been open. And while I love hearing about her past exploits, she only wanted to know names and how long we dated. And that’s how it’s been over the years. I know what she’s done and with whom. I know some body sizes, shapes, if their cock curved left or right or was straight. Her light skinned Italian lover with dark penis like a black guy. I even know about the guy with the three inch dick and anger issues that she only fucked once. I know more than most husbands would even want to. All except for one boyfriend. She only told me where he grew up and nothing else. Then last night we were driving home from somewhere and she blurted out, “oh, this is where so and so lived when I dated him.” She always used a nickname when we ever briefly brought him up. So I started asking easy innocent questions: How’d you meet Did you come up here often Did you sleep with him … All things she’d never opened up about this guy. Out of the blue she said, “that field there is where I had outdoor sex for the first time… Oh my God he had a huge cock” Now I know of her friend with the eight inch cock, I even met him on a few occasions. But for her to blurt out “huge cock”, I’m guessing he’s got to be larger. Nine or ten? So we get home and she says it’s late and she’s going to bed. I told her I had to straighten some things up and I should be in in a half hour or so. After five minutes I decided I just wanted to go to bed as well. As I near the bedroom, I hear the unmistakable sound of her vibrator. I slowly peer through door just in time to see her build up to and have an incredible orgasm. I gave her a few seconds to regroup, took a few steps back and cleared my throat. I walked in the room to see her spread eagle on the bed, vibrator on her stomach and breathing like she ran a marathon. I asked her if that was thinking about Steve. (I changed his name) Without opening her eyes, she said, “ mmm, yes”. I told her that now I knew why she never said much, she still loved his cock, to which she agreed. I asked her if she ever found him over the years. She said no, but she told me a few years ago she did a search. I told her maybe we should look again. She answered that she’d be ok with that. I said if it comes to fucking him, I want to either be there, or know about it beforehand and hear all the details. “I’m good with that”. So am I.