The gravel road curved lazily down into the valley, the Suneden Resort sign flashing by the window: Family Nudist Resort — Clothing Optional Beyond This Point.

Ben glanced sideways at Maya, smiling at how relaxed she looked sitting in the passenger seat, sundress riding high over her thighs, bare feet up on the dashboard.

In the back, Leah leaned against the caravan cushions, sunglasses on, a quiet, private smile playing on her lips.

They had all come together — Ben, Leah, and Maya — a plan hatched after weeks of flirtatious chats on Swinging Heaven.

Ben had found Maya first: early thirties, career-driven, stunningly athletic, never married — a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

And what she wanted now was them.

Ben’s chest warmed at the memory of Maya’s messages — so open about her craving for real men, real bodies. She didn't want skinny boys or gym rats. She wanted substance — the comforting solidity of a man who had lived, loved, and carried it proudly.

Ben, at 47, wore his dad bod without shame. A little soft around the middle, broad-shouldered, warm and earthy. And Maya practically melted for it.

Suneden wasn’t a swinger’s playground. It was a family nudist resort, open, wholesome — but what they planned for their private space wasn’t anyone else’s business.

They set up the caravan quickly, moving comfortably around each other in the balmy afternoon heat. Maya peeled off her sundress without a second thought, standing completely nude under the eucalyptus trees, her toned, sun-kissed body gleaming.

Leah hesitated only a moment longer before shrugging out of her sarong.

Maya's gaze devoured her with open appreciation, making Leah's stomach twist deliciously.

Ben sat back in a folding chair, shorts loose around his hips, a bottle of wine sweating in the cooler beside him.

He watched the women flirt with subtle touches and secret smiles, his cock swelling against his thigh.

Maya moved first — as she always did — prowling toward Leah with lazy confidence.

"You’re so beautiful," Maya whispered, circling Leah slowly, letting her fingertips graze over bare shoulders, the curve of her lower back, the swell of her ass.

Leah shivered, her breath quickening.

Ben simply watched, his heart pounding. He knew better than to interfere. This was Leah’s exploration, and Maya was her guide.

Inside the caravan, the air grew heavier, hotter.

Maya pressed Leah against the small bed, her hands roaming, her mouth finding Leah’s, kissing her softly at first, then with increasing hunger.

Leah whimpered into her mouth, her hands unsure, fluttering against Maya’s hips.

Maya smiled against Leah’s lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, "Let me show you."

A promise, a command.

Maya lowered herself between Leah’s thighs, kissing the inside of one trembling leg, then the other, taking her time, teasing Leah until she squirmed, desperate, needy.

When Maya’s mouth finally found Leah’s pussy, Leah cried out — a raw, helpless sound.

Ben’s cock throbbed at the sight of it: his beautiful wife, legs thrown wide, surrendered to Maya’s wicked tongue.

Maya devoured her slowly, methodically, building Leah up only to back off, to tease, to draw out her pleasure until Leah was clawing at the mattress, gasping for release.

When Leah finally came, shuddering and sobbing, Maya climbed up her body, pinning her wrists gently, kissing her deeply — letting Leah taste herself on Maya’s tongue.

Ben couldn’t hold back any longer.

He moved behind Maya, pressing his cock against her bare ass.

Maya moaned into Leah’s mouth, arching her back, tilting her hips back to guide him inside her.

The feeling was exquisite — Maya’s tight, slick heat engulfing him as she rocked back against him, grinding in slow, deep circles.

She loved the way his dad bod wrapped around her, the way his hands gripped her waist, grounding her, claiming her.

"You feel so good," Maya gasped, riding him harder now, her hands tangled in Leah’s hair, pulling her closer for another searing kiss.

Ben grunted, thrusting deep, the bed creaking beneath them. Leah kissed Maya desperately, her fingers sliding between Maya’s legs, stroking her clit in time with Ben’s thrusts.

Maya shattered with a hoarse cry, her body clamping down on Ben, milking his orgasm from him moments later, the two of them collapsing in a heap across Leah’s flushed, laughing body.

The caravan rocked gently with their movements, the scent of sex, sweat, and summer hanging heavy in the air.

Later, as the stars pricked the velvet sky outside, the three of them lay tangled together, skin on skin, breathing slowing, hearts still racing.

Maya traced lazy circles on Leah’s thigh, her voice low and possessive:

"You’re mine for the weekend."

And Leah, dazed and glowing, whispered back, "Yes."

At Suneden, it wasn’t about being wild.

It was about being real — open, honest, utterly free.

And tonight was only the beginning.