Some times it takes a little while for things to sink in, I'm no dumb blond but then again I'm no rocket scientist either, so I usually realize what's going on reasonably quickly but when it came to the family naturist club it took me quite a few years to realize what was going on and by the time I realized it was too late!

When Amanda was four and Clare six John's parents offered to look after the girls so that John and I could have our first 'proper' holiday since our honeymoon, twenty years earlier, we had planned to have a family holiday every year for more than ten years but John's working commitments had always overtaken the need for a holiday and so each year for ten years the holiday had been cancelled. This time as John's parents had made the offer to look after the girls I decided to try and incentivise John into making time for the holiday by offering to do absolutely everything that John asked me too for the duration of the holiday and if the holiday was again cancelled I would start searching for a new home closer to the sea.

The bargain was designed to maximize the prospect of us going on holiday, I'm usually a very strong character and John seldom gets his own way in anything, so me offering to be subservient to John was a big change, on the other side of the coin, John had lived in the same village all of his life, slap bang in the middle of the country, the same village he was born in, where his parents still lived as did his brother and seven out of ten of his closest family, I was on to a winner I was certain.

Four months to go to our holiday John was working fourteen hour days to get enough of his jobs done to allow us to go on holiday, it was very tiring for him and he was always knackered he managed to get a few hours off on Saturdays to play rugby but he had to go back to work after instead of going for the usual after match drink with his team mates. With just two weeks to go I was ready to cancel the holiday when one of John's largest customers had an office fire in Amsterdam, four hundred computer work stations and the infrastructure had been wiped out in a few hours, John assured me that he would get the customer back on their feet with time to spare before we went on holiday.

John left home for two weeks and moved into a hotel in Amsterdam to manage the wiring and infrastructure installation in an old, empty municipal building, that the customer had managed to procure in less than twenty-four hours after the fire was put out. John arrived home at eleven o'clock on the Friday night and we were due to fly out of East Midlands Airport on the following day at six in the morning, I asked what John had done with himself during his spare time in Amsterdam, "Went to the cinema every night!" John said.

I was surprised that Amsterdam would have enough films showing in English for John to want to watch, I knew that he understood quite a lot of French from his school days but doubted that the Dutch would show films in French either, John smiled and told me that the cinemas he went to it didn't matter what language the film was in as there was no story line to follow, I realised instantly that he meant he had been going to watch blue films. I half expected that John might want to spend what we had of the night together, without the girls around, jumping on my bones as we had not had sex since he started working up to the holiday, I was disappointed.

John took me to a small Greek island, the main beach that surrounded our hotel left little to the imagination, none of the women or girls on the beach seemed to have ever worn a bikini top in their lives, I felt totally out of place, I was already feeling that I was the oldest woman in the whole island, I was thirty six years old and didn't even own a bikini, John took me to a local boutique to find a new swimsuit, he really wanted me to buy a bikini, something really sexy, and he would settle for me getting a 'continental' swimming costume, something cut high over the hips and with a low front.

The boutique was a disappointment to me, they had nothing in a one-piece at all, well that wasn't strictly true, they did sell a one piece swimming suit, I would have called it a thong, John persuaded me, in the end, to buy a bikini, I could always convert it into a one –piece like the shop was selling when I got more use to showing off my body on the sand and he reminded me that I had entered into a bargain over the holiday!

We spent almost every day at the beach, John took his time but after a week he had gotten me to go topless, I had expected everyone to suddenly look at me, I was after all the oldest woman on the beach and should have known better but in fact no one even bothered to look in my direction. John did take several pictures of me in my bikini and then one of me topless, I told him that I didn't think he would have to courage to send the film off to the developers.

I spent almost three hours topless but John could see that I was a little uncomfortable all the time that I was topless because around three thousand people on the beach could see my charms. I had been expecting John to want sex every day, especially with all the young, and very young women around on the beach with just skimpy panties covering almost nothing of his body all day and especially after getting me to go topless too, but he was still so tired from four months of solid working that all he seemed to want to do was sleep as soon as we got into our apartment.

Early the next morning John disappeared before breakfast and came back with a hire car, a picnic and written directions to a more secluded beach, that was one of John's plans I saw through instantly, more secluded beach, less people around, I'd be happy to go topless all day, I saw through it but didn't mind at all, I was OK with being topless just the thought of so many strangers looking at me or potentially looking at me, that made me uncomfortable.

The secluded beach was way the other side of the island, the directions said, cross the river bridge and turn right at the burnt tree, there wasn't a road, just the marks left in the dirt by cars that had driven across the field before us. About a half a mile from the road the tracks ended in a makeshift car park overlooking a rocky cove with a tiny beach at the bottom of it.

There was absolutely nothing at the beach; I was hoping that there would be a toilet block for me to get changed into my bikini, I didn't want to strip straight into being topless, I wanted to start out with my new two-piece costume and after a while get to being topless, John pointed out that the others who were already there didn't need a changing room, as my eyes finally brought the twenty or so people into focus I realized that they were all totally nude, John spread out two towels and in a second he was nude too. I slipped my knickers off under my skirt and pulled my bikini bottoms on, then I stripped the rest of my clothes off and I was topless from the start.

I had expected to be sunbathing much as I had during the previous week, among others but in privacy, in a week on the beach not one person other than John had spoken to me, I had noticed that when John went to the bar to get drinks he often chatted to other men at the bar but never to anyone who was sunbathing close to us, this beach was different though, in less than five minutes a man walked over to us and started chatting to John in broken English, he was Kurt a German from Munchen, I tried not to look in his direction as much as possible but the size of him was drawing me like a magnet, his cock was twice as big as John's and he was definitely not relaxed, he stood over us as he chatted to John, swaying from side to side so that his huge cock swung like a pendulum above my head.

I did a quick head count, eighteen men and four other women, on the hotel's beach I was the oldest woman, here I was the youngest by a good few years, I was also the slimmest and although I didn't usually compare my tits with other women I had the biggest and best shaped breasts on the beach, they were also the whitest, anyone looking at me could tell that I was totally new to going topless, never mind being on a nudist beach.

I realized that even though Kurt was chatting almost exclusively to John he was actually looking at me, I changed position slightly to allow the sun onto my other side, as my legs moved I realized that the skimpy nature of my bikini bottoms meant that there was a slight flash of hair as I repositioned myself, I only realized that something like that had happened because Kurt's cock suddenly bounced up to around forty five degrees and inflated slightly more in size. Within an hour there were four of the eighteen men standing around me and John still sitting at my side, someone offered John a spare snorkeling set and led him off in the direction of the sea leaving me with three strange men standing all around me.

As soon as John was out of sight and under water the men sat down round me and started to chat and flirt with me, there were lots of comments about my pants still being on, most of the men were surprised that I hadn't already divested myself of them as soon as we arrived. Wine was produced from nowhere and was passed around, there were no glasses and I thought it very strange to see men drinking out of the bottle, one after the other without wiping the bottle first, when the bottle came to me I wanted desperately to wipe it clean first, I scanned the faces around me, all were watching me expectantly to see what I did, I didn't have anything to hand to wipe the bottle top so a closed my eyes and took a large swallow.

The bottle was taken from me by the only Greek man there, he put the bottle to his lips and instead of simply taking a drink he slipped the tip of his tong into the neck of the bottle. "Mmm, much sweeter than the wine," he said as he tipped the bottle up and took his swallow.

I blushed and looked away, to my right there was one of the other women, I noticed that she had three men and her partner sitting around her, one of the single men was massaging sun oil into her body, she was of course totally naked and as the strangers hands massaged oil down over her stomach and abdomen she opened her legs, from my position I could see between her legs, there were tufts of hair on top of her pussy mound but her labia were shaved totally clean, revealing her vagina to me and the men sitting around me, I blushed more though when the man massaging oil into the woman's body slipped an oil covered finger down between her legs and into her pussy, my eyes flashed to the woman's partners face, he was smiling proudly as his wife's back arched off of the beach in response to her vagina being massaged.

I turned my back to the woman but that put me more square on to the three men, they were looking from me to the woman behind me, I noticed that the bottle of wine was now going from each man to me and then on to the next so I was drinking three times as much as the men. When John returned he was over the moon with his first snorkeling expedition, he kissed me on the cheek and massaged my shoulders, "Wow, you're very hot, want to come for a dip in the sea to cool down?"

I was very hot in both meanings of the word, I was extremely turned on from the attention of the men who had been 'chatting me up' for several hours, turned on from what I had seen happening to the woman behind me on the beach and even more turned on because I remembered that John and I hadn't had sex since we decided to take this holiday four months earlier. John had just been working far too hard and was far too tired from trying to clear a window in his diary so we could take just two weeks off. We usually had sex at least once a week and it four months was the longest I had gone without sex since I met John.

In the sea I took the opportunity to pee, get rid of all the wine the men had been plying me with, I had to use the sea as there was no toilet facilities on the beach, John took me out to sea far enough for the water to cover my breasts, the movement of the sea was very gentle, almost like a swimming pool, John started to kiss me, then he rubbed his cock across my abdomen a few times under the water, I looked nervously back towards the beach, if John wanted to fuck me in the sea I wouldn't stop him, in fact I was almost thinking of making the first move.

John turned me so that the beach was behind me, he stood close behind me and started kissing my neck, one hand slipped under my arm and round to my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple, his other hand slipped down over my stomach and slipped down under the waistband of my bikini bottoms, one finger slipped into my inner place, "I see you're very turned on darling!"

John's finger was slipping easily into my very well lubricated pussy, I felt my bikini bottoms slip down over my hips, I went to look back over my shoulder but John stopped me. John bent down and picked my bikini bottoms off of my feet, he pressed the skimpy material into my hand and then went back to finger fucking me. I was driven expertly and rapidly through the early stages of excitement and on to a powerful orgasm, I was breathing so heavily that the extra air in my lungs altered my buoyancy and my legs started floating to the surface.

I had expected John to stop his magic finger action as my lower body broke the surface of the sea but he didn't, I was in no position to stop him myself and suddenly the men on the beach came into focus, upside down but in focus, they were all standing in a line watching John and I closely, I closed my eyes and relaxed into a fantastic series of chained climaxes, one leading immediately into the next and each one more powerful than the last.

Time meant nothing to me in my 'pleasure dome', John could have been finger-fucking me for five minutes or an hour, I had little idea, it was actually closer to an hour in the end when I finally stopped him, I didn't want to stop him but I was starting to get sore from all the finger action and salt water, John stopped and as my breathing regularized my legs sank back to the sea bed. I took hold of John's cock to reciprocate the pleasure for him but he stopped me, he started to lead me back onto the beach, I suddenly remembered my bikini bottoms, they had slipped from my grasp a long time ago. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked happily onto the beach totally nude.