A Simple Spelling Mistake

1976 was the hottest summer on record. My wife, Sarah, and I had been married for a year. We were midway through doing up our house, doing most of the work ourselves to save money.

We decided to forgo our holiday so we could really push on with the house. However, midway through the first week, it was getting too hot to work. On Wednesday, Sarah threw a bit of a tantrum, throwing her roll of wallpaper across the room and screaming, "I've had enough." Picking up the newspaper, she stormed out into the garden.

I chuckled to myself, thinking that I would let her calm down before I followed her.

Half-an-hour later I went to explore, but she was nowhere to be found. I thought she must have gone for a walk. I grabbed a beer and lay down on the lawn. A few minutes later she appeared around the corner with a big smile on her face. She proceeded to tell me that she'd found a holiday cottage advertised in the paper. It was on the Norfolk coast, and that they'd had a cancellation so we could have it half price.

I went to reply, but she cut me off saying, "I've booked it; we go Saturday morning."

'Ok,' I thought, knowing it was too late to argue. "It Sounds good to me and we do need a break if I'm honest.

She went on telling me the ad said that it was a two-minute walk from a nature resort and five minutes from the local pub. That one made my eyes light up. She laughed, "l knew you'd like that."

Despite the heat, we worked hard for the next two days, then packed our bags on the Friday evening.

We arrived just before lunchtime on Saturday and after a brief tour with the agent, Danny, we were handed the keys and he left us to it. He said his number was beside the phone if we needed anything.

We quickly unpacked and headed out, both wanting to check out the beach. We followed the path Danny had pointed out and within a few minutes we walked over a sand dune and saw the beach spread out before us. It was beautiful and everything we had hoped for.

Just as we got to the bottom of the dune, we both stopped dead in our tracks. Right in front of us was a couple sunbathing naked. I was about to speak when Sarah uttered, "What the fuck?"

Trying not to look, we walked around them and headed up the beach but the further we walked, the more we saw naked people lying around and enjoying the sun. Suddenly, Sarah burst out laughing. After she had calmed down, she explained her outburst. "It was a spelling mistake, the ad in the paper said Nature resort. It obviously meant to say, 'Naturist resort.'"

"So, our Nature reserve is a nudist beach then," l spluttered.

She just took my hand with a wicked grin saying, "Let's explore."

A little further up the beach, we could see a hut and headed in that direction. When we arrived, there it was a little beach shop selling ice creams and snacks. Next to it was a small toilet block. Behind the counter was a middle-aged lady, and yes, she was naked as well. She must have seen the shock on our faces. "I take it you two didn't realise this is a nudist beach then?"

We went on to explain the mistake to her. Well, when she finally calmed down and stopped laughing, she introduced herself. It turned out that she lived next door to the pub.

We bought an ice cream and went back up the track she had pointed out that led to the pub. We both agreed we needed a drink after what we had witnessed.

Once there we bought a drink and sat outside and as soon as we looked at each other, we burst out laughing.

"What are we going to do for the week?" I asked.

Sarah's reply totally floored me. "Well, when in Rome as they say!"

"What, you want to go naked?" I whispered.

"Why not, no one knows us," she replied.

I couldn't help but notice the glint in her eyes as she said it. I needed another pint, so we went back inside. One ended up being three before we headed back to our cottage.

Sarah was all over me the second the door shut, and pulling my shorts down, she dropped to her knees in front of me. Taking my cock in her mouth, she started sucking like no tomorrow. I moaned that I wouldn't last long if she didn't ease up, but that just made her go faster. Unable to hold back I came straight into her mouth. Sarah had never been one for swallowing, but she took every drop.

When she looked up at me, I asked, "What the hell came over you?"

"I've been horny from the moment we first stepped onto the beach."

"Why?" I asked.

Standing up, she just said, "Did you not see the size of that old man' cock, he was huge."

"Oh really, the idea of a really big one turns you on does it," I laughed.

She just went red and looked to the floor, so I decided not to push it further.

After we had eaten, I suggested a trip to the pub and she readily agreed. We quickly showered and got ready. When I came out of the shower, I was very pleasantly surprised by what Sarah had on - a rather small, strappy summer dress and wedged heels. After a wolf whistle she came over and kissed me saying, "I'm glad you approve." Before I had a chance to say anything, she must have seen me looking. The look in her eyes was so hot as she informed me that she was naked under it.

The pub was busy, but we found a table in the bar and I bought us each a drink and we settled in. The drinks were flowing very well, thanks to the heat. I decided to try and push things a bit about earlier. I whispered to Sarah, "So you fancied a bit of the old man's big cock, did you?"

"I didn't say that," she quickly replied.

"Well, something certainly got you worked up then," I laughed.

"Well, lots of women wonder what it would be like. But it's just fantasy."

I smiled, "Well your fantasy has just walked in with his wife!"

Sarah's face was a picture, as was the colour she went. But her nipples gave her away, they were like bullets.

"Well, two things seem to like him walking in!" and she went even redder. I loved teasing her and seeing her squirm.

"Stop it, you have no idea what you're doing." You know I have no underwear on and you're making me so wet, this dress will show it."

Standing up, I laughed and said, "Ok, I'll get another drink while you calm down."

We had a couple more when she stood up to go to the loo. As she did, she whispered into my ear, "We need to go soon so you can fuck me hard."

I finished my pint, and hers, by the time she got back from the loo.

"Mmmm, looks like someone is as horny as me," she giggled before we headed for the door. We fucked like rabbits that night, finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

When I awoke, Sarah was gone. I walked through to the kitchen and she was standing there, naked, making coffee. As I walked in, she turned around with the coffee mugs and my mouth fell open. She had shaved, everything but a strip above her pussy. "When? How?" I asked her.

"I did it in the shower when I woke up. I gather you like it then?" she said, with a wink.

"You look stunning." I couldn't stop looking.

"Sit," she commanded.

As I sat, she placed the mugs down and then lifted one leg onto the table next to me. She ran her fingers into my hair then grabbed a handful and pulled me towards her. As she did so, she said, "Lick me, show me how much you like my smooth pussy."

In my head, I was thinking, 'Where the hell did that come from,' but I did as she demanded. She was so wet, and I licked her until she held my head tight and came into my mouth, holding me there until she had calmed down.

She sat next to me with a, "Mmmmm, that was so good."

"So, what made you decide to shave?" I enquired.

"Well, if I'm going to be naked on the beach, I want to look my best, darling," she retorted, winking at me.

"So, you are serious then?" I asked.

"Well, why not, let's live a little."

"Well, I'm game if you are," I replied.

My cock was rock hard, and nodding towards it, I asked, "Are you going to relieve him?"

"No," came the reply, "I'm all clean and I'm not going to the beach leaking cum."

She kissed me and told me not to sulk and that she'd make it up to me later.

After we had breakfast, we packed a small picnic. She looked at me and asked, "Ready?"

What the hell I thought, and off we went.

Once there, we found it was quiet compared to the day before, but it was still fairly early. We found a spot between some dunes that was fairly close to the shop and loos. We laid out our towels, and then looking at each other, she said, "Ok, together!" We stripped off almost simultaneously and laughed nervously. It felt oddly comfortable. We lay down and applied sun cream to each other and enjoyed the sun.

After an hour or so, I was starting to feel brave, telling Sarah that I was going to get us a drink from the shop. Straight away the woman from yesterday recognised me and greeted me with a big smile. "Decided to embrace it I see!"

I laughed, "Well sort of, yes."

She blatantly looked me up and down and smiled, "I can see why your wife looked so happy."

I couldn't help going red myself. I don't know why I said it, but it just came out, "Well thank you, but she seemed to have taken a liking to an older man we saw yesterday who was rather, well, large."

She laughed, "Oh you mean Gerry. God yes, he's hung like a horse, he is. Be careful there, he will lead you astray! Your wife would be right up his street."

She went on to give me the full low down on the beach; how many swingers frequented it, and so on. I was in shock but also turned on. I took our drinks and headed back to our spot.

As a walked around the dune, I spotted the older guy and his wife talking to my naked wife!

Sarah introduced me and after an awkward handshake, they asked if we minded them joining us. Before I had a chance to say a thing, Sarah replied, "Of course."

They laid their towels out a few feet away and after a bit of an odd start, the conversation flowed, and they proved to be a really nice couple. Ann, his wife, was very much a plain Jane, but naturally good looking with it.

I couldn't help thinking to myself what the woman at the shop had said, and they really didn't strike me as swingers. I also couldn't help but notice that Sarah was finding it really hard not to stare at his cock.

My stomach was soon telling me it was lunchtime, so I put up a parasol that we had brought from the cottage and as we started getting out our picnic, Gerry asked if we would mind if they joined us.

Once again, Sarah straightaway agreed. Pulling their towels closer, they joined us in a rather surreal, naked lunch. Once we had eaten, Ann stood up and said that we needed drinks, and asked Sarah if she fancied a walk to the shop.

Sarah offered me to go with Ann instead as she wanted to stay in the shade for a bit. I wasn't sure of her motives, but off I duly went with Ann. On the way, she said how Sarah had been telling them about our mistake.

She went on telling me they loved how we had just embraced it. Ann formally introduced me to Sally in the shop and we bought some drinks and then headed back. When we arrived, they were still sitting in the same places, but Sarah looked very flushed. My mind was curious, but I said nothing.

We ate lunch and spent the afternoon chatting and enjoying the sun. By mid-afternoon, Sarah said she'd had enough sun and suggested we headed to the pub. Gerry popped up saying we don't really have the clothes for the pub so why didn't we go and change and then meet up there in a while for a meal and drinks. Once again, I didn't have to answer, Sarah agreed immediately.

We packed up our things and headed our different ways.

As soon as we got inside, Sarah dropped her shorts and lay on the kitchen table demanding that I fuck her hard. Who was I to argue? I didn't last long though as I was so frustrated. Sarah looked a bit disappointed it was over so quickly. I don't know what made me do it. But slowly I kissed my way down her body until I was on my knees between her legs.

With her legs still up, I could see a bit of cum dribble from her. I just leaned forward and licked it, before continuing with my ministrations. Forcing my tongue as deep as I could, licking from her arse to her clit. She was going wild and screaming at me, "Lick my cum filled cunt."

The more she said it the harder I licked her when suddenly she had an explosive orgasm, clamping my head with her thighs as she came in my mouth. I loved it.

She just lay there, purring. I kissed my way back up her body and pulled her up. Looking me in the eye she said, "You kinky devil, that was the hardest orgasm I've had in years."

When she came out of the shower, she asked, "did you notice that Gerry's cock and balls were shaved."

"It was hard not to notice."

She kissed me and then asked, "Would you do the same; I really liked it."

Eager to please this new Sarah, off I went. Showered and shaved, but very carefully I may add.

When I came out of the shower, Sarah took my breath away. I'd not seen that dress before. It was halter-neck, backless and short, very short. Once dressed, I went through to the kitchen.

Sarah was at the table holding a pair of very high strappy heels. She handed them to me, "Put them on for me please."

Thinking nothing of it, I knelt and fastened the first one before she opened her legs as she crossed them the other way for the other. My eyes widened as I noticed the strip of hair was gone.

"I wanted to be totally smooth," she smiled.

I put the other heel on her, and we left.

They were already waiting for us. Gerry stood and asked for our drinks order and went to the bar and, as he did, Ann stood and kissed Sarah on the cheek, and then me. It felt really odd. Until now, I'd only seen them naked. Ann had really gone from plain Jane to glam Ann. She wore a beautiful wraparound summer dress, nylons, and heels. For a couple old enough to be our parents, they were both very elegant.

I liked them both, but especially Ann as she was quite intoxicating to be with. More than a few times during dinner she caught me looking at her legs and all she did was smile. I could swear that a few times during the meal, it was her foot that rubbed my leg, and not Sarah's. But it was after our meal when she shocked me. Gerry went to the bar and Sarah offered to assist again.

As they walked away Ann moved her chair back a bit and then crossed her legs, allowing the wrap on her dress to fall open, before looking at me. It fell open to her waist and revealed her sheer nylon stocking and suspenders.

"Wow," was all I could say.

She laughed and said, "Well, you have been looking all evening," before going on to tell me that it was all she had ever worn. She hated tights or hold-ups. As Gerry and Sarah returned from the bar, she edged her chair forward again but left her dress open. Now I was really finding it hard not to stare.

As the night ended, we kissed again and thanked them for their company. I asked if they would be at the beach tomorrow, but they both said they had to work. Gerry told us they had a long weekend coming up, so would be there on Friday. Straightaway Sarah said she hoped we'd bump into them and Gerry assured us we would.

Sarah was quiet on the way back.

"Do you think they are swingers then?" I asked her.

"What, where did that come from?" she replied.

"Well, the women in the shop told me a lot that use the beach are swingers."

Sarah never replied.

As we turned onto the drive, she reached back and untied the halter on her dress. Stepping out of it, she passed it to me saying that she wanted to feel the cool air on her body. She looked amazing, walking in just her heels. When we got inside, she was all over me once again, and saying that she had been horny since we arrived at the pub. I loved this new side of her, confident and sexy.

We spent most of the following week either on the beach or in bed. Another change I noticed was that every-time we had sex, she would wear a pair of her heels. When I asked about it, she just said she loved how they made her feel. Not that I was complaining.

Soon Friday was upon us and that morning Sarah was a long time in the shower. When she came out, I noticed she was freshly shaved again and the first thought that popped into my mind was whether it was for Gerry's benefit! After breakfast and packing a picnic, we headed off to the beach.

Gerry and Ann were already there and set up. We said our hellos with no awkwardness this time. Once we'd settled, Gerry suggested getting some drinks and Sarah suggested Ann and I might go. It didn't bother me, so off we went. On the way I complimented Ann on how she looked as she hooked her arm through mine and thanked me. She quietly added that she had been waxed the day before during her lunch break especially for today. The 'especially' hit me, and I wondered where might be going.

When we got back, Sarah looked a bit flushed but said nothing, but I couldn't help noticing that when Sarah sat up to drink, her pussy was soaking wet. I said nothing, but it made my cock twitch. The rest of the day flew by, with lots of laughing and joking. As the day drew to an end, Gerry suggested meeting in the pub again for a meal, and as before I never had a chance to utter a word before Sarah accepted the invitation.

Sarah headed straight to the shower when we got back, and I jumped in when she had finished, and I even shaved again. I liked how it felt. When I had finished, Sarah was doing her make-up which was very unlike her as she normally used eyeliner at most. That night, she'd gone for it, subtle but wow! When she had finished, she stood up, already in her heels. She picked up her dress, a mid-calf maxi dress, but shocked me by only doing up three buttons in the middle. It was nearly open to her waist, and up to well over halfway up her thigh.

When she saw my face, she kissed me and laughed, "Well, I have competition tonight. I saw how you couldn't keep your eyes off Ann last weekend, and it's our last night!"

We had a wonderful night. Gerry and Ann looked good. Ann's dress was stunning and as the night was ending, Gerry toasted to new friends. He then said that they were having a party the next night and they would love it if we would come.

I could see Sarah was gutted when she explained we were going home in the morning as we only had the cottage for the week. Gerry said that his treat was to pay that night's bill. Just after he went to the bar, Ann stood up and said that she had his wallet in her bag and went to take it to him.

I told Sarah she looked gutted, which she confirmed by saying she really liked them both. I teased her and asked, "Them, or him?"

She went red and laughed it off.

When they came back from the bar, Gerry announced that they had had an idea. He went on to tell us that they had a big house with only the two of them in it. Be our guests and stay with us, if you would like to, he added.

Sarah almost screamed, "Yes, we'd love to, Gerry," explaining that we didn't have to be back at work until the Monday.

"I guess we need another drink then, since I'm not driving in the morning," I retorted.

As I stood to go to the bar, Ann said she'd help. At the bar, she came close and said she needed to explain about the party. She went on to tell me it was their annual summer fancy dress party and every would be themed. We got our drinks and headed back. As soon as we sat down, Sarah squealed to me saying how she loved fancy dress. It then hit me that Ann had never said what the theme was. When I asked, Gerry explained again how each year is chosen randomly from a hat, and this year's theme was to be 'Tarts and Vicars!'

After a brief silence, I asked where the nearest fancy dress shop was, but Ann intervened, saying that they could sort us both out easily.

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked.

"Of course, it's a wonderful idea Ann. There it's sorted," said Gerry.