Go to a Local Nude Beach

You run your hand along Bess's naked back before settling on her ample ass and giving it a firm squeeze. "I think I have a better idea." You say, "I will take the day off of work, and we can head to the nude beach. It will be empty on a weekday, we will have all the sun we could want and plenty of privacy to go with it." You give her a sly grin.

She blushes as she looks up at you, and you can see her pussy start to drip at the thought. "I will pack my smallest bikini for the hike to the beach."

It takes a half hour to drive out to the woodland road near the beach, and then another half hour to hike from your parking spot to the designated nude beach. You are wearing your board shorts that do nothing to conceal your bulge, while Bess is wearing her skimpiest sling bikini as promised. In the front the thin cords flare out just enough to cover her nipples, while leaving most of her areolas exposed. Where the cords meet over her pussy a tiny triangle of fabric covers practically nothing before the merged single cord disappears into her vulva only to reemerge from between her ass cheeks and climbing up her back. The suit does nothing to conceal and rather serves only to highlight your wife's most private parts, and you have always loved showing her off with it at every opportunity.

You pass a pair of hapless beaver hikers just as you reach the beach. From the way the male's jaw drops open when he sees your wife it is clear that they didn't know this was a nude beach. The female glares at him and gives him a hard pinch before they turn towards the path back to the road.