Newly married and in our early twenties my wife and I made the decision to join a naturist club in the early 1970's. I had been interested in naturism for many years and loved being naked around the house. My wife didn't take much persuading so we agreed to write to our nearest club Manchester Sun & Air. It wasn't long before we got a reply and a request that two members would like to visit our house to speak to us about the club. It was in fact a vetting procedure but we didn't mind.
A lovely married couple from the club duly arrived at our house a week later and we chatted over a cup of tea and biscuits. We got on well and they could see we were genuine so we arranged a visit. We were fully clothed the first visit and were given a conducted tour by our visitor couple who were naked and very tanned we observed. Once satisfied we were happy with the facilities they made arrangements for us to become  members.
We waited for the next warm and sunny weekend and rather nervously arrived there ready to take the plunge. The club was busy that day and so was the changing room for day visitors like ourselves. We wasted no time in stripping off and put our clothes in our lockers.
We both stepped out naked onto the communal lawn with me harbouring the usual male anxiety of having an erection on seeing all those naked women. But I needn't have worried naturism doesn't work like that and I, and indeed we, were completely at ease in the company of the other naturists. We met up with our visitor couple with us all now naked and were invited to their caravan on the site. The rest of the day was spent
wandering about meeting others and trying out some of the sports. We both enjoyed the time we were members there but disappointingly my wife lost interest in naturism so I find myself visiting naturist venues on my own as my passion for naturism is as strong as ever even after all these years.