This is the first part in a true story. It is set a few years ago. It’s a story telling how shy wife started coming out of her shell and how I found out that I liked seeing men admiring my wife. If you’re looking for a story about men jumping my wife’s bones then you’re out of luck, however if you like stories that tell of real life happenings then read on. If you like this one I have other again, true stories of how things progressed from this day. Hope you like I’ll start with my name, I’m James and both my wife and I was at the time of these events in our mid thirties I’ll describe my wife. Her name is Jane, she’s 5’ tall with brown hair and is a size 8 (UK size) She is very self conscious and feels that she is nothing special to look at. I’ve tried many times to tell her this is not so but you know what women are like. The story starts as I said a few years ago It was a Saturday in June and we woke to the sun shining through the window. As we had nothing planned I suggested we could go to our local beach. Jane liked the idea of a relaxing day on the beach but didn’t like the idea of loads of screaming kids that we normally found on our favourite beach. I was a bit disappointed as where you find screaming kids you also find scantily clad yummy mummies that are always worth a look. I then had a brain wave and suggested we could try the other end of the same beach which is about 3 miles long where it would be a lot quieter. This part of the beach was normally frequented by naturists. (I didn’t mention this to Jane and thought there might be a chance of a little eye candy just to pass the time.) Jane thought about it for a while, said “OK lets go for it” then disappeared into the bedroom where she put on her bikini with a vest top and denim skirt and packed a bag with towels food and drink and then started nagging me to get a move on. After a short drive and a walk through some sand dunes we found ourselves walking along a deserted beach. We could see people off in the direction that we was walking but was to far away to make out. About 20 minutes later we was getting closer and Jane said that she could make out that the people ahead where naked. I asked her if it bothered her to which she said no, but asked if we could set up a little way from them so she could get some piece and quiet. So we set up at the back of the beach at the bottom of some dunes. Jane placed her towel and took he top and skirt off and lay down on her front she undone her top and asked if I would put sun cream on her back. Even before I’d finish she was dead to the world so I got a book out a settled down. After a while reading and the occasional glance to see if there was anything to see but alas we was to far away. About a half an hour later Jane asked if I would put cream on her legs, when I turned around I was surprised to see her laying on her back with her top still off! Now she had been topless before but never in this country. When I asked her she said, “Well there’s people there with nothing on and me being topless won’t be noticed” I proceeded to apply the sun cream to her legs and when I got to her thigh I untied her bottoms so I could put the cream on her hips. Still with her eye closed she asked me (with that “You better have a very good reason” type of tone in her voice) what I was up to. I said that it was so she wouldn’t get tan lines and assured her that the front of the bikini was still in place. She seemed happy with the answer and nodded off again. For about an hour nothing much happened other that the normal men walking past. I didn’t warn Jane of this as I’m sure she would have covered up and I was enjoying the fact that these men had a nice few of her tits and I’m sure they kept coming back in the hope her bottoms would move so they could see her nicely trimmed pussy. I must have nodded off as I was woken by Jane asking me if I’d like a cup of tea. When I looked at her I saw that she was now sitting up drinking and looking along the beach towards the naturists. I asked her what she was looking at and she said it must be nice to be able to walk around like that. I noticed that her bottoms had fallen away I said, “Well you haven’t got anything on” She looked down and said “oops” then smiled at me making no attempt at replacing the bottoms. After she’d finished her tea she lay back down without replacing the bottoms so I thought wot the hell and removed my shorts. About 5 minutes later I saw a man walking down off the dunes and I could see that the path he was headed for would take him to within 10’ of Jane I thought about warning her of this but then thought I would see what happens. When the man got within 20’ of Jane I could see him staring at her to the point where he tripped over and had to start running to stop from falling, all the while trying to make out that he intended to start running. This made me laugh and Jane asked what was so funny. Jane was a little pissed at me for not warning her but after a few minutes she was asking about the man and why he’d tripped. She seemed not to believe me when I told her he couldn’t take his eyes off her naked body. A little while later I asked if she’d like a dip which to my great surprise she said “yeah” looked each way along the beach to check the coast was clear and got up and headed off towards the sea. How I didn’t get a stiffy there and then watching my self conscious wife walking across the beach nude I’ll never know. After splashing around for a while it seemed that every man within a mile had decided to take a dip in the part of the sea where Jane was. She came over and tried to hide behind me but I reassured her and told her it didn’t matter, as they were nude too. This brought a smile to her face and she went back to playing in the surf and seemed to be enjoying the attention. We returned to our towels for some tea and Jane said, as she looked down her body that her pussy hairs seem to be being bleached by the sun. Now her hair normally gets lighter in the summer so why she was surprised by this I wasn’t sure. She got a bit pissed off with me when I started saying “Hey Blondie” like that Mexican in the Good bad and the ugly film did. After a couple of hours we was starting to feel a little hungry and decided to make our way home. Jane went to get her bikini but found that it was covered in sand and she said “There’s enough sand in places where sand shouldn’t be now without putting that on” she then got up slipped her top on and put her skirt on and packed ready to go. As we walked back to the car she remarked on how “Free” she felt without undies on. I encouraged her to try it when we go out some time as no one could tell she was commando unless she told them. This suggestion was met with a I’m not sure type of “mmmm’s” that I’ve notice a few women do. I think girls must have secret lessons on how to do that. At home we decided we should go to a local pub for some food and a few drinks. Jane showered and disappeared into the bedroom to get ready once she came out I saw she was dressed in a short black dress that came to mid thigh and had a lose fitting top with thin straps over her shoulders she’d had this dress for ages but never worn. On asking her why she’d decided to wear this dress she told me she was still a little warm from the beach and this dress was nice and cool. Once we were ready we walked to the pub and settled down for a nice meal and a few drinks. It wasn’t until we was part way through the main course she dropped the bombshell by saying that she was totally commando. I asked her why she’d decided to be underwear free. She said as she said before she was still warm from the beach and one of the reasons she hadn’t worn this dress before was it was a bit clingy and had a habit of showing her panty lines. I must say that there followed a few attempts at verifying her lack of underwear all of which was slapped away with a “Not here” However after our meal we decided to move to the bar to talk with friends and when she went to get up she lent forward to get up and I was treated to a dam good look down her top where I saw both of her perky little b cup braless titties on plain view. I kept this fact to myself so as not to make her self conscious. Once we got to the bar we found an empty bar stool and Jane climbed up onto it. Again I was treated to a quick look down her dress. After a while Jane moved on the stool and in doing so move her legs apart and I came eye to eye with her panty less pussy, not only that but she had shaved it! This I couldn’t keep to myself and whispered to her “Wow I see you weren’t lying when you said you was commando” and asked what made her shave? as I’d been suggesting she shave for ages and had always had a stern no as a reply. She told me that she wasn’t keen on a pussy with highlight and tried trimming it then remembered me calling her Blondie and thought, “I’ll show him” She then said that if I wanted her to keep it shaven or wanted to get anywhere near it then I would have to shave too. Talk about blackmail! Well I had to agree didn’t I? It wasn’t long after this it was decided that we should go home as “There was some trimming to do” so Jane said. I’m sure that Jane unintentionally flashed a bloke at the other end of the bar when she went to get off her stool as he seemed to start choking on his beer at the exact same time as Jane moved. I think Jane might have thought the same as she went bright red and seemed very keen to get out of the pub. Once home Jane didn’t take long to dispatch my thatch and we got down to some serious sex, however, with Jane flashing in the pub and at the beach and seeing my cock sliding in and out of a smooth shaven pussy didn’t help me in lasting very long. But then the night was young I must say though if you have never tried hair free sex you must. It’s the best. I know this story is a bit long but it is all true. If you like it I’ll write down what happened after and how my wife got more and more confident than I had ever hoped.