My first trip to a nudist resort was neither accidental nor spontaneous.

It was a completely studied and planned endeavour. I had been at the nude beach, and was ready for the nudist social arena. My then youthful wife, on the other hand – not so much. Sure, we were naked at home quite often; but the prospect of socializing with nude strangers did not enthrall her. She had even turned down a skinny dipping trip with a buddy; and it just would have been family nudist pictures of us in her secluded pool. My goal became clear: to “sell” a completely stress-free clothes-optional experience to my wife.
And I found out the resort was fairly “slow” on weekdays between March and May, and that first-timers were permitted to be clothing-optional. And I managed to “sell” a weekday trip to my wife, together with the stipulation that there would be quite few people there, that she would not be compelled to undress, and we could leave at any given point if she so desired.
We arrived on a weekday morning; I think it was in May. We checked in to a very friendly manager. We returned to our car; I immediately tossed off my clothing, my wife opted for a buttoned summer dress. We walked around, investigating the grounds; there were perhaps four or five members there, probably residents. We went for a quick walk on one of the trails; and that’s when I suddenly understood that she had unbuttoned her dress. She’d discovered the feeling of the cool morning wind! That was actually the only target I’d set that day; for her to at least find some worth to resort nudism. And she had. But the actual turning point was when we seen the hottub region; at that point she was sold: she desired to get in the hottub. We got in, relaxed for a little while and chose to call it a day.

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