On a round trip to the South of Spain, we spent some time in a naked resort called Costa Natura. It was my second visit to a nude resort after the first one in Croatia. Very different: no camping site, just a small compound of little apartments and studios in Andalusian style.

I have very fond memories of it. The resort situated on the beach had everything I needed: the freedom to be naked day and night, to use the pool, beach, and sea, the bar, and the restaurant naked.

Perhaps the most unique feature was the daily appearance near the small nudist village of a rugged rider in authentic local attire, offering the opportunity to take a horseback ride on the beach for next to nothing. His authentic appearance fit perfectly into the Andalusian picture. Since only nudists frequented that area, I suspect his low price was a strategy to get as many naked women as possible into the saddle, myself included.

After all, who is interested in horseback riding naked? Only young women, right? In any case, I never saw him riding with a naked man, but he certainly had plenty of choice when it came to women.

By now, I had known for quite some time that I didn't have a jealous boyfriend, so that I could go about my (naked) business without worry.

After our stay at Costa Natura, Christian had booked a few days in a B&B. I was a bit disappointed because I liked it at this cute little resort, Costa, with its nice swimming pool and location right at the beach between Estepona and Marbella.

Being naked all day is my preferred holiday, and now he wants us to go to a bed and breakfast place?

On the way there, he said not to worry - it was a special place, and they also had a big swimming pool, a big hot tub, a lot of outdoor space, and I could be naked all day if I wanted to. He also mentioned, as an excuse to leave Costa, that the place was near other, more beautiful nude beaches, unlike the simple beach in front of Costa. It should be a nice place to discover and explore.

Then he started to give more details: a B&B with fourteen rooms, only for couples, only adults allowed, "to have complete rest without the noise of screaming children." Hmm, that sounded like a nice place to relax, I thought.

"Oh, by the way, it's called a nudist B&B, and also a "swinger B&B", was his last piece of extra information before we arrived.

"Swinger, like in swing clubs as we visited in Croatia?" I asked him.

He confirmed and explained a bit, and said he wanted to check this place and just have a relaxed time in a casual atmosphere. That way, I found out Christian had something like "a double agenda". He didn't talk about sex, but I could feel his intentions when he smiled at me in a naughty way. I was wondering where he would bring us!

Since I had sex with a few other men when I traveled without my boyfriend and accompanied by my friend Jane, and another encounter with a guy during a trip for work, nothing much else happened. It brought our sex life to the next level, but until now, it happened in the first place because Christian and I spent a lot of time apart from each other. We used that excuse as a start for me to be his hotwife, allowing me to have casual sex with other men.

In one way, I found it a little bit unfair that he didn't tell me about it, but on the other hand, it was rather exciting that he took me to a place that was booked by couples only, who came to enjoy sex with each other. If he took me there, I could only think of one reason: he wanted to witness someone fucking his hotwife!

As the final kilometers on the highway slid beneath our wheels, my thoughts wandered to some naked hot men I could ogle in Costa, and how nice it would be if there were a few such specimens present at our next destination as well. It certainly turned me on, but would I actually have sex with them with Christian present? Hmm...

The host of La Macarena was a Belgian woman who showed us around. It looked like a mini-swing club, including playrooms, a hot tub, a tantra chair, etc., etc. The difference was that it was a place to stay. When booking, you had to do it for a minimum of three nights.

The place was fully booked, so, including us, about fourteen men and fourteen women were having a good time with appetizers and drinks before dinner. We arrived in the late afternoon, and after the quick tour and explanations, the host introduced us to the other couples.

Without exception, they were all naked, most of them lying on sun beds around the large swimming pool. I felt a bit awkward, being covered up ourselves with textile, to say hello to what seemed at that moment, a bunch of happy nudists.

They told us that in an hour the aperitif time would start, preceding the dinner. That gave us enough time to organise our room and take a shower to freshen up from the long drive.

While the hostess brought us to our room, she told us that dinner was not naked and the dress code was "to wear something sexy". I got ready, chose a simple black short dress with a nice cleavage and black high heel sandals, and we left our room to go for a cocktail.

Luckily, I had been to that Swing Club in Croatia before, so I was not shocked to see how some women didn't bother to wear dresses and appeared in the most sexy lingerie you can imagine. Leather and latex mini-skirts and revealing dresses - the sexy group had it all! We joined for a drink and some finger food. Everybody sat together at one long table for the dinner party.

When we joined the table, only two chairs were free, opposite each other. We heard all kinds of languages: English, Spanish, French, Dutch...

The gang immediately made us feel very welcome and included us in their conversations. It was remarkable how everyone interacted with everyone, unlike most hotels or other holiday stays, where, if you are not traveling in a group, you tend to be more on your own. We found out several of them visited for the second or even more times, and that aspect took away my feelings of uncertainty and nervousness.

One topic was about their plans for the next day, and a trip to a nude beach was suggested. A few couples had been there before and told us it was a very nice, beautiful spot. A kind of lower-lying, off-the-road, cove between the rocks, without mass tourism, as it is a somewhat remote location. It also had two or three bars and restaurants serving simple but fresh and good food and drinks. For us, a no-brainer, so we said we would join.

After dinner, we could use the bar for free (our stay was almost 100% "all-inclusive"), and a laptop connected with the sound system invited "would-be-DJs" to get the party started. It did not take long before the ladies started to strip, and some of them demonstrated their pole dancing skills. I watched everything from a distance and decided to take it easy. After the table was cleared of the used dishes, the staff disappeared. The hostess was nowhere to be seen either, and only guests were present, as if the owners did not want witnesses to any potential sexual escapades.

I had doubts when Christian told me about this B&B, but I had to admit it was a fun place with fun people.

The couples who were there for the last few days, some even weeks, were already warmed up and in shape. They held nothing back and were swept along by the erotic atmosphere.

The couples began to undress, and the pure naturist nudity of the day now transformed into a gang of horny, sex-radiating people. Their behavior—heavy drinking and provocative lingerie—left no doubt about their intentions.

A woman mentioned to me that the previous night, pussy tasting was on the menu. I opened my eyes and mouth wide when she explained that the women present could take a seat on top of the table and their feet on the chairs, knees spread, so that blindfolded men could "taste" the row of women and then guess who their partner was. I could picture it perfectly, and perhaps I would have wanted to be in the mix! A line of enthusiastic men taking turns coming to lick my pussy, wow! Too bad I missed that.

She noticed my surprised, yet simultaneously laughing look, and immediately added that the roles were reversed this evening. Some couples had meanwhile disappeared into playrooms or private rooms to have sex, but the remaining duos could apply to participate in the next game! Women were about to be blindfolded this time, to give several men blowjobs. If they were sure they were sucking their partner, they had to take off the blindfold and kiss the guy in front of them, partner or not! They called it a game to break the ice. As if that was still necessary?

"Come on! Join us!" she said, while she took off her last pieces of clothes and let herself slide into the pool.

I ignored the invitation to join the game and decided to watch; nobody pushed me, which I appreciated. I saw about eight guys line up, all naked.

The men were sitting neatly in a row on the edge of the pool at the shallow end. Several were already preparing their cocks by massaging them vigorously with the fist of one of their hands. The fact that I could shamelessly watch them with their already hard or semi-hard cocks quickly made me horny.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Christian was keeping a close watch on me. I suspected he was trying to gauge what I thought of it. I could barely control my rising excitement by watching the growing cocks and tried not to appear too enthusiastic.

The first woman already started giving blowjobs! At the start, it had something funny, rather than sexual, a daring game. That was in the beginning. Because she took her time, other women, tired of waiting with the blindfold over their faces, didn't wait any longer and got into the sucking game as well.

We had a lot of fun watching, seeing how some men were cheating: after their wives sucked them, but didn't recognize the hubby, they traded places and let her suck again. Seeing multiple blindfolded naked women sucking men turned the scene into something more arousing and sexual.

"Would you recognize my cock?" Christian suddenly asked.

"Hahaha! No idea! I would need to try it to know it, I guess!" was my answer, after noticing several women mistakenly took off their blindfolds in front of the wrong guy. Between the lines, I thought I understood that Christian wanted to see me join in. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he saw me giving a blowjob to a cock other than his own.

The woman who started first and just finished her task overheard our conversation and handed me her blindfold.

"Come on, babe, I can see your mouth is watering, so go for it!! Your turn!"

Was it the slight peer pressure, was it because I didn't want to seem like a wimp, or was it because I felt like it? I looked at Christian and asked him to put on the blindfold so that I couldn't see anything anymore. Since he did that without hesitating, I assumed he agreed to participate.

"Oh, you'd better take off your dress before getting into the pool", he mentioned, and without waiting for my response, Christian opened the zipper to get me naked.

I guess he got undressed as well, as the lady guided me to the row. Since I was the last participant and had seen the line of guys, I heard her commanding the men to change places. I also heard her mention Christian, to take a spot between the other guys.

I was only allowed to use my mouth on the cocks and balls. Pity I couldn't feel the legs. It would have made it a lot easier for me, since Christian's legs are quite big, because of the muscles he still has from heavy sports when he was young.

The blindfold made it somewhat comfortable to give a blowjob to men I didn't know well yet, without having to look them in the face. I opened my mouth wide to show I was ready. When the first one slid into my mouth, it was easy - certainly not Christian! I moved straight on to the next one, but encountered funny protests because I switched too quickly.

Okay, the men didn't just want to be tested for a few seconds, but also spoiled a bit longer. A bit clumsily, without a clear view, I went from between the legs of one guy, between the legs of the other. Bigger ones were easy to distinguish, and even a smaller one.

Crazy how fast situations can change! A few hours ago, I was still in the car, unaware of where we were going, and now I was already giving a line of men a blowjob.

I stopped doing everything in a hurry. I knew that no other women were coming after me and wanted to take advantage of it, to be able to suck all cocks, innocently, as I was only participating in a game, and also to get on those guys' good side. I spent the longest time with a bigger one. I got comments when I just kept going, even though it was clear to everyone that I could never be mistaken.

Everyone will have seen by now that Christian has a dick with a good average size, but not a whopper like that one! I took my time, and others started to motivate me to go on with that particular guy. I heard him making sounds, as if he wanted to cum. Maybe, because after several women sucking him, he couldn't hold any longer, or maybe he just liked my skills. I enjoyed and started to change my behavior, from a woman who was using her mouth just enough to "identify" her partner, to a horny slut, giving a great BJ, now also using my hands to jerk, to tease his balls.

Nobody stopped me, and I felt obligated to make him cum. Not sure if it's part of the game, I thought, but the enthusiastic sounds around me gave the impression I was doing the right thing. I also heard another woman, close to me, was busy with the same thing, so I was not the only one. It motivated me to finish the guy, and when he took my head to hold it in place, I knew he was about to try to shoot his load in my mouth. I wasn't quite ready for that and pulled back while I went on stroking that big shaft. Seconds later, I felt his sperm escaping, which ended for a big part over my tits.

"No, not my boyfriend", I said and went to the next one, not caring about the sticky juice on my body. To avoid having to describe every blowjob, I must admit that I made a mistake, too. When I thought I was with Christian and took off the blindfold, another guy was sitting in front of me. "The winner," as every man who could deceive the woman was called, received a kiss as a prize. Not just any kiss, of course. I had to French-kiss amid loud cheers from the others.

As I partially lifted my body out of the pool and tilted my head back to kiss, he took advantage of the opportunity to touch my bare breasts. I allowed the playful behavior when I saw Christian wink at me approvingly.

Christian was delighted. His hidden agenda paid off. But it also meant that the other guests held certain expectations that I could not deny. The party went on, we got some invitations to join fucking couples, but I faked being very tired and retreated to our own bedroom, where Christian didn't need to be seduced.

After he gave me a quick fuck, we talked about what had happened.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize your cock," I said apologetically.

"I thought you had recognized me, but that you wanted to continue blowing other men, which is exactly something you seem to enjoy doing!" he replied.

"Who knows? And do you enjoy seeing me doing that, too?"

"It drives me crazy," he confessed.

"Really? Then you'll see me do it again. Promised!"

"I'm starting to lose count by now. Since I've known you, the number of men I've blown has increased significantly", I said with my hand in front of my mouth to pretend I shocked myself.

"And the number of men you fucked?" he asked immediately.

"Ugh, that's pretty easy, do you really want to know?"

"Actually, yes."

So then I quickly listed the number of sex partners.

"Two before my marriage, my husband, you, then the three Spaniards, and Mars. So eight."

"Not bad, sex with more men during your marriage than before!" Christian joked.

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In the hacienda, you can enjoy breakfast until one p.m., in case it was a long night.

We did have a late morning wake-up, and around eleven a.m., we went for our first meal of the day. Half-naked, only wearing a sarong, I mingled in very easily, topless like the other women. Most of the men, without exception, were butt naked in slippers or sandals, some of them with sunglasses, probably to hide the hangover from last night. Christian also adapted and walked around naked, only carrying a small towel over his shoulder to sit on. I was looking at the other guys and tried to guess whose dick I sucked last night. I was convinced that I had made a good impression.

Anyway, last night was the ideal way to get to know the group. Giving several guys a blowjob, some longer than others, seemed an effective introduction that encouraged couples to talk to me.

I had seen a lot of naked men in the past days at the naked resort Costa Natura, but the difference now at La-Macarena was that the guys were constantly close by, as I was close to them, like in a big family. Just imagine: a few square meters with all your new friends within "touching distance". It was a habit to get kisses on the cheek to wish a good morning, as well from the men as from the ladies. While receiving good-morning kisses, it was not exceptional to feel a hand at the same time on my hips, my ass, a warm body language sign to make everybody feel welcome and comfortable in the group.

During breakfast, at the same long table, a few couples approached us and had very direct questions about our age, intentions, experiences, etc. After we visited a swing club in Croatia, Christian and I talked about what happened there several times, but we never had to visit another club, even if we wanted to.

What we as a couple agreed to happen is that when I feel horny and attracted to someone is quite simple: my boyfriend is open to sharing me, and he can participate, watch, or let me enjoy sexual pleasure on my own. We also agreed that he is not supposed to have sex with other women.

This may not have come up in my other stories before, but one of the things I wanted to know for sure when we started this "hotwife" adventure is that Christian didn't set all of this up or manipulate, just to have an excuse for himself to sleep with other women. Maybe it doesn't sound fair, or dishonest on my part towards him, but he has always convinced me that that is not his motivation. He enjoys looking at other beautiful, sexy women, but nothing more than that. By his own account, he derives his pleasure and excitement from sex with me and the thought of initiating situations where I can have sex with other men

So we explained to the others that we were more into the idea of wife-sharing or maybe MFM and told them we did not have a lot of experience. Most couples are there for the full swap, so that was, in most cases, a "deal breaker" for us. Some couples did not hide their disappointment when we explained, and told us that if we changed our minds, we would just let them know.

We went there in the first place to relax and to have fun; we didn't talk about "sexual interaction" with others, although I felt Christian somewhere had it on his mind when he booked the place. And the cock sucking yesterday was, surprising, unplanned, and maybe a first step to more.

Although I had already had sex with four other men in the last year, it still felt uncomfortable to talk about it openly and directly with each other. As if we didn't dare name it. Like professional politicians, we managed to "beat around the bush". I wasn't ready to tell Christian that I was in the mood for another guy, just as he didn't bluntly suggest that I fuck someone else.

After breakfast, a big part of the group got ready to go to the beach. We drove our own car, and when we arrived, we had to take a shuttle bus for a short ride down a cliff to get to the beach.

It was a clothes-optional beach, they said, so naked people and people with swimwear should mix beautifully.

Our little group took a seat in a section of the double row of neatly spaced straw parasols, with a sunbed roughly every meter, separated by a low mini-plastic table for drinks.

"Is it really a clothes-optional beach?" I asked Christian, because besides our little gang, nobody else was naked!

"No one seems to take offense at us, so maybe it is okay?" he reasoned.

"Besides, Spanish law allows you to be naked anywhere in public, so it won't be a problem," he said to reassure me.

In the meantime, we were with six other couples from La Macarena, all stark-naked, and certainly not hiding, walking around proudly like peacocks, which gave me extra confidence.

Being the last in our row of sun beds, a new neighbor arrived at my right side, less than one meter away, not belonging to our group. He also hired a sunbed, but he did not show any intention to get naked. By trying to converse with me several times, ignoring my boyfriend at my left, he showed his real intentions: watching me and getting horny coz he couldn't hide a growing cock in his swim trunks.

"Just give him what he wants," Christian said. "He has the right to enjoy your sexy petite body, made by Mother Nature," he continued.

Christian knows me well by now. On any occasion I get to exploit my exhibitionistic feelings, he wants me to use it, because he knows I love it, and vice versa. That way, the beach visit started hot, by teasing my neighbor.

"So many other empty sunbeds and you pick this one! You chose this sun bed because you want to watch me, right?"

The guy wasn't shocked by my direct language.

"Guess you can't blame me," he answered, revealing an English accent.

"Hahaha, no, I can't, just a pity you don't go naked like us," I said, trying to get him out of his swim pants.

It didn't work, but it didn't prevent me from flaunting my sexy self to him, in ways he probably never would have expected.

I intentionally gave him a free show: one moment I lay on my side facing the neighbour, showing my tits to him, while I was reading a magazine. and my ass to Christian.

And a little later, the other way around. Now with my face towards Christian.

"What could you see when I'm lying like this?" I asked him.

"Your nice little ass and your juicy pussy lips," he answered in a horny voice.

"And if I bend my leg like this, do you see more?"

"You see everything then," he whispered.

While I was pulling up my thigh, I asked Christian if the man was watching.

"Oh yes, definitely!" he confirmed.

"Do you think he likes the view, honey?"

"So hot! I think he is aroused and fantasizing about fucking you!"

"He doesn't want to take his pants off, the wimp," I complained jokingly.

"I think he has the same problem as me," said Christian, referring to his erection and position on his stomach.

The result was that I got wet, and Christian, who followed all my explicit moves, had a hard-on, obligating him to keep face down.

I ended the show by carelessly playing with my pussy with my middle finger, while supposedly engrossed in the article I was reading.

Meanwhile, there was another, more professional interest in our little group. Two male waiters took care of the drinks. It was striking how smoothly the service went and how often they came by to ask the ladies, in particular, if everything was alright, if we needed something else.

The frequent challenges to show my best naked side turned me on so much that I felt the juices running down my pussy. After making an order, Christian deliberately left the payment to me to give me the best chance to tease them. I made no effort to sit properly; on the contrary. One of the most important words stemming from my conservative upbringing, namely "respectable," was nonexistent at that moment.

When I saw the young man coming with his tray, I sat up on the bed, my naked breasts with dark nipples forward, my feet in the sea sand to the left and right of the sides of the sunbed, which intentionally caused my thighs to be spread, my glistening bald pussy literally open and exposed. My sunglasses had to hide the bit of shame I felt, while I was searching my wallet for a long time for the Euros to pay the bill and tip for the very good service.

Whereas waiters are usually in a hurry to serve the next customer, for the next tip, this young man had a lot of patience, a great deal of patience, so that he could fully enjoy the view of the amateurish pornographic sight.

Christian went a step further by asking the man questions about the restaurant, kitchen opening hours, and the like, solely to keep him with us longer, to let him look at me longer.

I was immediately reminded of the scene with the ice cream man in the nude resort of Valalta, where I took my first little steps into the world of exhibitionists (you can read about that in my first stories: "First Time At A Naked Resort Parts 1 to 4).

Later that afternoon, we had time to swim, walk naked along the seashore, and have a few drinks at the beach bar. One Dutch couple, Jan and Marie, got more connected with us and also proposed to swap, so we had to start all over again, explaining our point of view on swinging.

They switched very quickly in tactics and asked if I would like to join them in an FMF threesome. I had until then only one experience with that, which, although I don't consider myself a bi-woman, turned out very well.

I looked at Christian and saw him smiling. I knew he liked the idea right away, so I answered something like "Let's see".

Jan was a handsome guy, looking younger than me. His wife was a ginger girl, with small, perky tits and long legs, a beautiful, pleasing woman who flaunted her ginger-trimmed bush proudly. These kinds of conversations with others and being nude made me feel more and more excited.

The group decided to have a light meal, and we all went to the restaurant, just opposite our sun beds. We could leave our stuff behind without worries. We could not go there naked, so Christian pulled on his swim shorts, and I wrapped a sarong around my waist. Luckily, they did not mind us being topless.

About half of all the couples were there that day, so it gave me a chance to have a better look at the men and women. I tried to figure out who was fucking who, and while I imagined wild scenes in my dirty mind, I told Christian I got horny. He asked if I saw someone I could feel some physical attraction to, and that was an easy answer because only two guys caught my attention.

Jan, the man from the Dutch couple, and Marco, the male half of a Spanish couple. The others were very nice, friendly, and funny, but I didn't feel any physical attraction. Maybe I am looking too much for "the appearance and the body," but I was just answering his question.

"Good choice, and by the way, you sucked them both last night!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, Marco was the one you made come on your boobs!"

I was surprised that only one day after our arrival, I was starting to get hungry for full sex with another guy when all the time in the past weeks it hadn't come to my mind. I was with Christian all the time, having more than enough sex, so the lack of it wasn't the reason.

I remember one time I said to Christian in the beginning of raising that topic about sex with others, "I would do it as a favor to him." Still, I passed that stage a while ago, and it's much better like this because I also felt it is more exciting for Christian to admit I like it as much as he does.

I still haven't gotten used to talking freely and without feeling shy or ashamed with him about this, and I probably never will.

In the months after having sex with the other men, Christian asked me several times:

"Are you thinking about having sex again with others?"

"Do you plan anything?"

I had to admit that shortly after my encounters, I always longed for more of the same, but then in the course of ordinary life, it faded away, and that is how I explained to my boyfriend.

Now it was the first time we sat together to discuss. Not on a phone or video call. Me, telling him which guy I would like to fuck was a special conversation. Correction: in my mind, I was already fucking Jan, whereas in my words to Christian, I was still cautiously speaking of "an attractive man". Despite my careful wording, the longer I talked about Jan and Marco, the wetter I got, and the harder Christians cock became.

"Do you see a woman who is hot for you?" trying to change the topic, knowing he was not that much in that game.

"Several attractive women here," he said.

"I hope you don't mind that I watch and enjoy seeing their naked bodies. And please don't get jealous if I talk with them or when I risk a dance with one tonight!"

"No worries, as long as you don't fuck them, you're safe!" I said to him, feeling a little risk of jealousy I shouldn't have.

"You are the hottest of them all," he complimented me, probably to assure me he wasn't interested in the other girls.

Because I had been mainly preoccupied with myself and the other men during the BJ game the night before, it only just occurred to me: surely Christian must have been blown by women other than me, I suddenly wondered. And I really wanted to know!

I didn't ask "if" but directly "how many" had blown him.

"You were the first, so if you had recognized me, you would also have been the last, but oh well," he explained apologetically.

"How many?" I repeated.

"Two, but it was short each time," he blushed.

"And oral sex isn't cheating, right?"

I knew I didn't have the right to be angry, but I did think it was lame that he hadn't said anything about it himself. He didn't think it was important, he explained. I let it go and considered the strange sensation I briefly felt in my stomach merely a small price to pay for so much naughty pleasure for myself.

I continued observing the others. Sometimes it was difficult for me to see who the original couples were on the first day because some had already swapped. Later, I found out that some couples spend the night together to play with four in one room, and others swap and spend the whole night, and even the whole stay with the other partner in separate bedrooms.

It is wonderful when you can handle your sexuality as a couple so well! I have to admit that I find this quite admirable.

However, I am not at that level. Or should I say "not yet"?

(to be continued in Part 2)