Sydney, Australia Man writes...
I can't actually pinpoint my first nude experience but I can recall a whole series of firsts: skinny-dipping with my wife (when she wasn't and when she was), going to a reputed nude beach, taking my wife with me, going to a resort together, etc. Each was a new threshold, with a hint of uncertainty and a growing experience.
Early on in our marriage, before she was ready to be nude around others, we went on a houseboat and took our daughters (still babies at the time). We had read a report in one of the nudist magazines and it looked perfect for our situation.
After rounding the first bend we had all the privacy we wanted and stayed naked for the 3 days we were there. Houseboats are very slow and easy to navigate. The river continues for about an hour and then empties into a series of large connected lakes.
The first night we pulled up under some trees. Not a soul to be seen or heard. In the morning I strolled over a hill, which became a sand dune; it turned out we were only a few minutes from a secluded beach. Great memories.
We spent the rest of the time exploring the lakes and just enjoying each other's company. There were a few others around but people mostly kept their distance. Except for the boat operator who surprised us one morning with a routine check up and to drop off a newspaper. My wife got a bit of a fright but they had obviously seen it all before.
I can thoroughly recommend this type of outdoor nudity, whether you are a novice or an old hand.
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