My Wife's First Time Nude on a Nude Beach

by Bryans_Saturday.

I thought I'd take a moment and share a few things that happened when my family and I were down on the island of St. Martin. I won't go into detail in public as to why we were there but I'll just say that we spent about a year down there.

 I won't bore you with the details on the process of her slowly (and I do mean slowly) coming to the realization that naturism isn't crazy. But I'll just say this: It has taken well over a decade. So if you are where I was for many many years, BE PATIENT, and never, ever use pressure or guilt to try and get your spouse to visit a nude beach.

Anyway, I digress.

As you may or may not know, the Caribbean island of St. Martin is home to one of the world's most famous nude beaches: Orient Beach. Orient is a huge, long beach. Well over a mile long. Beautiful! And it's alive with energy, activity, and people. The far end (to the right when facing the ocean) is the nude part, and it's wall to wall naked people, of all ages.

St. Martin also has a much smaller nude beach as well: Cupecoy Beach. It's usually known as the gay beach, but from the times I went there, I never saw any sexual activity. It's a very small beach that is totally hidden at the bottom of a rocky cliff, and you don't even know it's there until you are right on top of it. Unlike Orient, it is usually sparsely populated.

So anyway, we had been on the island for a while, and I had made several solo trips to Cupecoy Beach as it was walking distance from where we lived. My wife knew, of course, and didn't mind at all. Each time I went I would give her a full report and invite her to come next time. She always replied with, "We'll see."

(A little background info, as it's been a long time since I've been active on the forum. My wife and I are very open-doors at home, and my wife has always told me that she has no moral problem with or objection to safe, non-sexual nudity. We even went to a local nude resort once a few years ago to check it out. Sadly it was kind of a dump, and we never went back. Anyway, she has been telling me for years that she is willing to try a nude beach, but just needs to get up the nerve.)

So, at last one day, she told me she was willing to at least go to Orient Beach with me and try out the nude part. She didn't promise that she would take off her suit, but she did promise to at least go and experience it. So, off we went! When we got there, she was so nervous she was almost shaking. We picked a spot, rented some chairs, and within a heart beat I was naked. She was in her bikini and glued herself to the beach chair under the umbrella. I tried to get her to go for a walk, but she would have none of it. We only stayed for maybe a half hour. During that time a young couple who was using the beach chairs next to us chatted with us briefly. They were nice. The husband asked my wife why she was still wearing a suit, and she said she was still getting used to the idea.

"I totally understand" said the other wife. "It took me a few times too, but now I LOVE it. You will too, I promise."

When we left, my wife was chatty all the way home. She commented on the wide range of body types and penis lengths, and how despite the fact that she was checking out other people like crazy, nobody else seemed to be checking out other people.

"I think that's normal for a first time" I said. "My first time on a beach in France, I was mesmerized by all the different shapes and sizes of breasts. Now, i really don't care all the much any more."

"Next time" she said, "I think I'll get up the courage to go naked."

I didn't press for 'next time.' I wanted to let her set the agenda and the time line. But as our time on the island was getting short, I started to get worried. Then, as last Christmas was approaching, my wife and I both promised to not but anything for each other that could be put in a box. Money was tight (that island is CRAZY expensive), so we both agreed to not give physical gifts.

Her gift to me? A day spend nude on a nude beach together!

On the appointed day, we opted to try Cupecy Beach, as it so much less crowded. Several times when I'd been there, I'd either been alone and had the beach to myself, or there had been maybe one or two other people. As we parked the car (it was a short drive but we brought chairs and umbrellas) she was again so nervous she could hardly function or talk. I tried to calm her down with casual conversation, but I'm not sure it was working. We walked down the steep stairs to the beach, and found (sadly) that there were a fair amount of people there already. They were all naked and minding their own business. Mostly guys but a couple couples as well. We walked past them and down the beach a short ways (it's not a long beach at all) and were happy to find a little alcove into the cliff that offered some privacy. We put down our chairs and set up the umbrella, and then, before I even had time to get comfortable... wham! My wife slid off her bikini top and bottom!

"Wow" I said. "You even beat me! I'm impressed" I said this as I was taking off my suit.

"I knew if I hesitated it would never happen" she said. "I had to do it fast."

For a long time we just sat in our little alcove under the umbrella and chatted. Over time she seemed to relax, and after a while she said, "This isn't bad. I could get used to this."
Surprisingly, nobody came by, and we felt very alone. Then after a while a solo guy walked past (nude) and smiled at us.

"Well" she said after he passed, "He's the second man to ever see me all way naked."

Although we were enjoying our naked beach lay-out, the problem was that it was HOT and there was no breeze in that alcove and under the umbrella. Pretty soon we were sweating, and I wanted to take a dip in the ocean. It took her some courage to leave the safety of the umbrella and the alcove, and she asked me to go first. So I stood up and walked out to the shore, turned around and waved for her to come with me.

Slowly, timidly, she got up and walked out. "LOOK AT ME!" she said. "I'M WALKING BUCK NAKED ON A BEACH! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS!" It was hilarious, and I was SO proud of her for doing this! I could imagine exactly how she felt, and it was like I was experiencing the thrill of it right along with her. (As someone who has been as naked as possible all my life, it had been a VERY long time since I felt and knew that thrill of first-time-naked feeling!) We bobbed in the waves for a long while, and she commented on what a different, refreshing feeling it was to do it without a suit on.

We went back and forth between the water and the chairs a few times, staying in the chairs until we were hot and sweaty, and staying in the ocean until we wanted to get warm and dry off. Each time the short walk got easier for my wife, and she seemed to take it stride when someone would walk past us and say Hi or just wave. I could tell that she was still getting used to the idea of other people seeing her naked, but that it also wan't nearly the big deal she thought it would be. Also, she seemed to be legitimately having a good time and was all smiles.

After a while, the beach started to fill up. And eventually, the textiles started to out number the nude people. This bother me a little, but it REALLY irritated my wife. "Now I know how that couple felt on Orient. It's RUDE to come to a nude beach and then wear clothing!" And shortly there after, as the textiles kept coming, she said, "There are too many of them. Let's leave."

As we were packing up, I asked her if she had had fun.

"Yes, much more than I thought I would" was her reply.

"Would you do it again?" I asked.

"Absolutely!"