"Having fantasies is one thing. But doing something to make them real is a big step..." Jan and Larry, happily married for over twenty years, have recently become empty-nesters after their son leaves for university. Suddenly having the house to themselves has rekindled their sexual 'mojo: ' they get frisky in every room, dine in the nude and let loose on loud orgasms. Their newfound sexual vitality makes them feel young and naughty... naughty enough to try new things like pornography and nude beaches. After decades of marriage, they discover a shared appetite for voyeurism and exhibitionism, and find nude beaches to be the ultimate place to start indulging. These two nude beach virgins aren't novices for long though, as they quickly become adept at navigating its etiquette and practices. But nudism is completely different from the next erotic step in their sexual reawakening: can they handle not just exposing their bodies, but having an audience during their lovemaking? *For adults only. Contains graphic scenes of public nudity, sex, oral sex, masturbation, voyeurism and exhibition. Sample: Larry began his deft manipulations. His touch on my outer lips was followed by slipping a finger up and down on my inner ones, then touching my clit. Then, by the feel of it, two fingers were inside me, pumping in and out with a firm bump against my clit at the end of each powerful in-stroke. My pussy was aroused in a way I can't adequately describe here, both enjoying the friction and touch but also with a deeper, building sensual tension right through my pelvic area; a throbbing with my heartbeat that was almost a pain. Like all women, we know when our excitement level is building towards an orgasm, and mine was. There wasn't much finesse in Larry's manual ministrations and I think I was thrusting and bucking too as he worked on me, his two-handed approach of one on my butt, one inside, providing a good and sustained grip to keep the firm rhythm going. Unlike the first time when I didn't see Anton's hand approach my breast, this time I did as he once again reached out, to the left breast now, where he paused and waited, looking at me, in his way asking my permission. Being beyond speaking, I simply nodded. Again, his touch was electric as he ran his palm up the underside of my breast and then took my nipple between his fingers, to squeeze and flick. I lost all sense of time and probably could barely have remembered my own name at that point. I wasn't conscious of it, but Larry told me later I was making a sort of "uunghhh, uungghh" sound in time with his hand. The mix of intense sensation in my vagina and rhythmic pressure on my clit, plus the nipple play, pushed me into that zone when a woman knows that, elusive though orgasms can often be, one was definitely going to happen, and soon. As I leaned back, naked and spread wide, Larry in front finger-fucking me and Anton to my left manipulating first one nipple then the other, that unmistakable, deep, pain-like tension began building in my groin...