This was around ten years ago. I’m 32 and married with kids, but back then I was fresh out of college and my dad had just got remarried.

This wife Jane is about fifteen years younger than he is. She would have been upper 30s when I met her.

They live in Florida in a house with a screened in pool and privacy fence. I had gone down for a mini vacation before starting my new job.

Dad had gone to work and Jane had taken the day off. She and I did some shopping before coming back to the house for lunch. It was a sunny Florida day and I wanted to lay out.

I had a roommate in college who would often go nude. I always admired her but was never brave enough. She was tall and athletic, I’m short with thicker thighs and a booty.

This was my chance, I thought. I told Jane I was heading out back and if she didn’t mind I was going to lay out nude. “I do it all the time,” she answered. Off I went.

It was exhilarating laying fully exposed in the sunshine. I felt excited and completely at peace at the same time. With just my sunglasses on, I felt like the sun was charging my whole body.

My eyes darted toward the house when I was startled by the door sliding open. Jane came out to join me..also naked.

I was a bit self conscious at first. She’s a little taller than me, average build and very nice proportions. Much bigger breasts than me. She looked fantastic.

She laid on the lounge next to me and we spent the next half hour chatting about everything. I quickly became very comfortable with her.

This became our thing every time I visited.

It stopped when I got married and had kids. Jane and I were rarely alone.

We took a half-day girls trip once to a nudist resort. We were pestered constantly by fellas wanting to chat. We never went back.

I miss my naked afternoons with Jane. She and I talk about it often.