Two Days at Two Different Nude Resorts
In August, Mr. New York finally broke off his relationship with Paula. It seems he was quite jealous of her relationship with James. While he could understand that she could add him to her life without diminishing me, he couldn’t see her growing relationship to James didn’t diminish him. He just couldn't embrace the expansive love behind polyamory the way we do. It made Paula sad for a few days, but we all make choices.
All that being said, Mr. New York’s concerns did have some basis. As the summer came to an end Paula's relationship with James really was beginning to crowd out her stable of lovers. Despite initially saying he could only be in town two nights a month; James rapidly became enraptured by my wonderful wife. He adjusted his life so that he was in town for a hotel date with Paula every week from August through the end of the year. Some were overnight, others were afternoon trysts, and some evenings.
We were also able to have a few more dates with Charlotte and Don. Though we were sure we wanted to have sex with them, we weren't broken up that it had not yet worked out. One of our dates was to go up to Asheville where we spent the day taking sexy photos right in public. Though Paula was an old hand at modeling, it was a new experience for Charlotte and she struggled with relaxing. It would have been hard enough to relax while exposing her breasts for photos in a closed space, but we were shooting on the streets of a good-sized city.
She assured us she was having fun, but the tension in her face and body undermined most of the photos. Even so, over the afternoon we did get a few "keepers." She did better when we moved from downtown to a side road. Though we were still right on the street, it was in a commercial district where on a Sunday afternoon it was relatively quiet. We found a building with some great graffiti to use as a backdrop. In all the photos they had been wearing matching quarter-cup bras from Paula's collection. For that set of photos they took off their shirts and I shot them in just their open jackets. Though we were interrupted several times by cars, those proved to be the best photos of the day.
Over Labor Day weekend we spent a lovely afternoon with them at a local nude resort we had never visited before. It was the first family-oriented nude resort we had ever been to. The resort’s physical layout was more or less like other nude resorts we'd been to. The pool and pool house were the center of activity with homes, cabins and camping sites scattered around the property. Everyone was nice and it was all very low keyed. This first experience with a place for family nudism was enlightening. I must admit initially it was a little weird being naked in the pool near a pair of young teenage girls. But in time I realized they were completely comfortable to be with both their parents and the other adults in the nude.
I spent most of my time talking to Charlotte while Paula paired up with Bob. It is so very nice to find a woman (besides Paula) who seems to like my company as much as I like hers. All in all it was a good day; however being a “family” nudist place we could not mess around physically, though I was sorely tempted.
After we'd gone to the family nudist resort, Paula and I decided to make another trip to The Grove a week or so later. It is a swingers nudist resort in the mountains north of Atlanta, and is only about an hour and a half from our home. We'd been there once a few years back, but had not been back since. The weather was beautiful and James was able to play hooky from work to come with us (owning his own business has a few perks). It was our first outing like this as a triad. The Grove presents itself not as a nudist club but as a swingers venue so the rules are much more relaxed than at Timberline Lodge. The two cardinal rules are no cameras and no sex in the pool or hot tub. Right next to the water it is fine to fuck all you want, it is even encouraged, but they didn’t want any goo in the water.
We stayed for about six hours, mostly in and around the pool. We were particularly pleased to find that two couples we knew from Timberline Lodge in Tennessee were there.
Being a Friday afternoon, it was pretty quiet, but we had a good time being naked with old friends and meeting new ones. We mostly just lounged around but James and Paula broke the rules by having some low keyed sex in the water. About 2:00 PM Paula, James and I took advantage of one of the playrooms in the clubhouse and had a perfectly nice threesome. We invited one of the couples we knew to turn it into a fivesome, but it turns out it was their wedding anniversary and they had agreed to be monogamous for the day. Now that didn’t keep the husband from fingering Paula in the pool or sucking her tits, but they said they would take us up on the offer next time.
Let me digress for a moment because I don’t’ think I’ve ever written about this particular couple’s story. They had been married over thirty-five years when I met them at Timberline Lodge. When I first met them, they had been in the swinger’s scene for several years. It seems back in the 80’s, the husband worked at an automobile plant and the wife was a full-time housewife. However, what the husband didn’t know was that his wife had an almost unlimited libido. From their telling, it seems for something like five years, she fucked pretty much any man who came to their door: appliance repair men, meter readers, door to door sales men and their male neighbors. From what I understand she had both one-off fucks and ongoing sexual relationships. For those early years of their marriage, she was having sex with other men on nearly a weekly basis. Yet, her husband knew nothing about it. Once she had children, that behavior ended, but she kept the secret for over twenty-five years. I’m not sure what prompted her to tell him more than two decades later, but she did. The way they worked it out was they became swingers. He was right up front that he got real joy out of watching his wife fuck hot men.
So, the three of us went to find one of the resort’s playrooms without the other couple. At the top of a flight of steep stairs in the club house, there were two playrooms right beside one another. Neither was large, but we chose the smaller one because it had a door. Normally we would not need a door, but Paula suggested we take the one with a door so James and I could do each other. The room was really small, I mean so small that the king-size mattress touched both the right and left walls of the room. It was like being in a box with walls on three sides of the bed. Right off Paula told James and I that she wanted to watch us do each other. We did not disappoint her. I went down on him right off. He seemed to particularly enjoy that I could take his big penis all the way down and hold it there. He made a comment that Paula rarely gives him head for more than a few minutes at a time. I knew full well the issue, and let him know that his dick was just too big for her to enjoy giving him oral sex at length. I guess he'd never thought of his big dick as something other than an advantage.
Soon we were in the sixty-nine position with both of our dicks in the other’s mouth, while Paula sat and watched. At first, she played with herself, but after only about five minutes, she couldn’t stand being left out and joined us. The little room rapidly became hot and we were covered with sweat, our bodies sliding all over each other. It was a “full-contact” threesome and we were in motion all the time and we were pretzeled up in a whole variety of sex positions.
After about forty-five minutes we simply couldn’t go on. While Paula had several “O’s”; James and I were careful not to do the same since we planned on a round two before we left the club. We were totally covered in sweat when we made our way back to the pool.
The atmosphere at a place like The Grove is of normalized sexuality. As such, we made no attempt to pretend we had not just come from having a threesome when we rejoined the group of people with whom we had been spending our time. There were some jokes made by several of them referring to the fact we were all quite sweaty from our intense sexual encounter. Paula let them all know that she had just given us a temporary reprieve, but she expected more later.
We hung out and talked for a few more hours. About 5:00 PM, James and Paula let me know they were ready to go back to the play room for round #2. I let them know I was comfortable in the pool and they could have the time for just the two of them. So they went back into the clubhouse and I just relaxed in the water. They were gone quite some time.
What they didn’t know was while they were fucking in the little room, the resort manager had a group of visitors arrive at the grounds for a tour. A resort like that is normal to us, but to people who have never before been around even nudism it is quite a lot to take in. Given the resort’s proximity to Atlanta, every weekend they have visitors who have never been to anything like The Grove. According to the manager, it is quite common to have couples or groups (like the ones she showed around that time) come out only to look around for a possible later visit, but not to participate the day they tour. Some come back later to try it out, but for others it is just too much.
Paula and James actually heard a large group coming up the stairs. They just naturally assumed the group wanted to use the play rooms. Since they had just finished their hot sweaty fucking, and they knew there were only the two little playrooms; they moved quickly to vacate. Paula opened the playroom door to find the manager and the group of seven fully clothed visitors crowded on the landing. Paula was naked, sweat covered and still in the afterglow of a great series of orgasms. The landing was small so she was not a foot from the nearest visitor. She said they all got saucer eyes. Not only were they faced with Paula, but just behind her was James still breathing hard, sporting a half-erection.
All Paula could think to say was “I’m sorry I made a mess of the bed” as James stood behind her. James had to tell the manager that Paula had soaked not only the sheets, but the removable padding below. To which the woman said “No problem, I’m a squirter too.” While the visitors just stood there dumbfounded, she explained there were fresh under layers as well as sheets in the cupboard.
Not long after Paula and James made it down stairs, we packed up to go out for dinner and the drive home. At dinner. which was an exceptionally good local place, Paula told James and I she’d had ten orgasms from the two sessions in the tiny playroom. I’m pretty sure James was impressed. Whether he was impressed with her, or his own performance, I can't say. All in all, it was a very nice day, the kind of day that people in traditional marriages just can’t have… or even imagine.