French Fuc

All right, I guess it was my fault, as it was my idea that got us into the situation that ended with me getting fucked by a complete stranger and both of us experiencing sex that we had never had before.

No longer in our youth we prefer restful holidays in the warm. This time we were in the south of France as Billy was going to retire before long and we were considering buying a holiday home in the area. We were staying in a very nice hotel out of town and while it had its own pool it was only a short walk through the sand dunes to a lovely sandy beach which we much preferred. Our room was in fact a small self-contained chalet, one of a number in the hotel grounds which gave us privacy away from the noise of other guests in the corridors at night and in adjoining rooms.

Day 1. Friday.

It was our first full day so we were up late and were among the last to breakfast, and the dining area was fairly empty. After a leisurely meal we went back to our chalet to collect our beach gear and made our way out of the hotel and off to the beach. It was a Friday, a lovely warm day, not too hot, with a gentle breeze coming in off the Med. Being early season and a weekday the beach wasn't crowded so we found a spot at the top of the beach against a dune and settled down.

In the afternoon a few more people turned up but it was still not crowded. Billy pointed out to me that quite a number of the women were topless and some were totally naked, as were some of the men. I had already noticed but wasn't surprised as this was the south of France where such things are quite normal. It wasn't as though it was a nudist beach, just people being natural and enjoying the freedom.

Given that it was our first day, even though we had been using the sun cream we weren't going to stay too long so we packed up and went back to our hotel. After a rest we went to dinner which was excellent and then we took a table in the bar to have a drink and watch the entertainment.

As we were on holiday our drink turned into two and then another. As we loosened up the conversation turned to the beach and the people who had been naked. We are not nudists, but not prude either. Billy is a bit of an exhibitionist like most men and enjoys walking about in the altogether, his willy swinging about as he moves.

I like his willy, it is probably only 'normal' size, somewhere between six and seven inches when angry, but it is quite fat with it so I always feel filled when he is inside me. He has 'old man's balls' which hand down in his sack and also swing about as he moves (and, incidentally, bang against me when we fuck). He was not sure about taking his kit off in public though, and neither was I, especially as I wear a one-piece swimsuit so just being topless wasn't really an option. We went back to our chalet without really having decided, not that we were trying to make a decision, as we had really only been having a chat about the situation.

Day 2. Saturday.

Another lovely day, and as we didn't want to sit on the beach in the hot sun of the afternoon we went there earlier, planning to use the afternoon to look around the area as a start of looking at what sort of properties there might be, and prices. As we walked through the dunes the beach was busier than the day before and judging from the voices all speaking French, these were locals all out to enjoy the early season sun.

We settled down in our same spot and watched as the beach filled up with happy people and families with children all enjoying themselves. A lady came out of the dunes just where we were sitting and she was carrying a load of beach gear. She moved off to one side and we got the impression we were in 'her' space though she made no point of it and she set all her stuff down a little further along.

She was a mature lady, perhaps not as old as us, maybe in her 50's and tall and slim with medium length brunette hair. Having set her stuff down she proceeded to take off her dress revealing a colourful set of underwear, or it could have been a bikini. She started to apply sun cream smoothing it all over her body and I noticed Billy was watching her as surreptitiously as he could. That entertainment over, we went back to our reading and sunbathing and I wondered if there was a bit more of a bulge than usual in the front of his swimming trunks -- of the boxer short variety, not Speedo's, as he likes the freedom to 'move around' in them.

A bit later we saw the lady get up and come over to us. She spoke to us quickly in French which we didn't understand, and we must have looked at her blankly as she spoke again, this time in German, which I had a rather basic understanding of, and she was asking us if we were German, so I replied in my worst schoolgirl German that we were English, at which she smiled and switched to speaking to us in English.

She apologized but said most of the holidaymakers on the beach were from Germany and they didn't get so many Brits at this location. What she had been asking originally was whether we wouldn't mind just keeping an eye on her stuff while she went for a swim, and she would be happy to do the same for us. It was a good idea and we readily agreed as the previous day we had taken it in turns to go for a swim. She wandered off to the sea and we lost sight of her so went back to our sunbathing.

A while later she re-appeared, dripping wet, and gave us a little wave to say thank you, and we waved back. She picked up her towel and started to dry herself off and I told Billy not to stare and he turned away, but inevitably with very little to do one tends to watch anything that is going on and we were both idly watching the lady out of the corner of our eye.

Having dried her hair she towelled down her body and in doing so she removed the top of her bikini so she could properly dry her breasts. She continued down her body drying herself with the towel and when she was halfway down she slipped off her bikini bottoms to dry that area, front and back before drying her legs.

I saw Billy move and realized that the private, or rather public, strip show had caused a significant bulge in his trunks and he had to hide what was an obvious problem. As the lady lay down on her towel I suggested to Billy we went for a swim to cool his problem, so we got up and walking partway to the lady until she saw us we gave her a wave and pointed to the sea, so she waved back understandingly, and as we turned to go down the beach we were left with the lingering image of her stretched out on her towel, stark naked, giving us an uninhibited full frontal view of her body.

I am not an ogler of other women's bodies but I think we all suffer from the need to compare. Her lightly tanned body was slim, and her chest was surmounted with two pert breasts, even though she was lying on her back, not large by any means, but proud and firm, and on top of each was a small, round, pale aureole in the centre of which was a large nipple, both of which stood up almost half an inch. She had a flat tummy and at the bottom of that as it curved away between her legs was the tidiest of creases with the edges rolled in and a dimple at the top, the whole thing totally hairless and smooth as silk, and even though her legs were apart there was no sign of her crack opening.

As we walked down to the water I dared Billy to make any comparisons, and, bless him, he said that he would take me every time as he preferred some meat on the bones and some toys to play with, which, from him, counted as a compliment. We enjoyed our swim together in the slightly cold but refreshing water, but eventually had to get out before we got too cold. We walked back to our towels and picked them up to dry off. I hadn't thought about the nakedness since our conversation the previous evening and that had only been general chat, so I was surprised when Billy pulled down his trunks to dry off his bum and his bits, but not half as surprised as he was because at that exact moment a man appeared over the top of our dune and looked straight down at Billy drying his balls and his cock which were flapping about all over the place.

The two men stared at each other for a moment then Billy pulled the towel to cover himself and the man stammered an apology and, looking round, went off in the direction of the lady near us. Billy was a bit stunned, but having taken his trunks off he was rather committed to nakedness so stayed that way, standing so that he was not actually facing the lady next to us but at least in a position so she could see his bits, and after she kissed and had a brief conversation with the man, whom we assumed was her husband, she looked over at us so he had obviously told her what had happened. Once again it made me think we were in their favourite place which is why it happened, but seeing Billy with his genitals on full view she looked away again and I sensed a slight blush on her face!

I was now in a dilemma as with Billy naked I had to decide to leave it like that, making him look a bit pervy, or to take my swimsuit off and join him. Despite his kind remarks I am the first to admit that I no longer had the figure of a model. Neither of us was fat or had hanging bellies, but I had a 'cuddly' figure as befits my age, and after two children and a lifetime of use, my breasts, though large, were definitely succumbing to gravity, my tummy was not as flat as I would like and my pussy was no longer a tidy crease but I had exposed flaps that, try as I might, would not be fully hidden by my thinning bush of pubic hair. I had given up shaving many years ago and gone 'natural', though I did a tidy-up before the holiday, as there is nothing worse than seeing a forest escaping out of a swim suit. This all passed through my mind in a flash, but at the same time I realized there were other women on the beach naked against whom I would compare very favourably, so I quickly decided to support Billy and remove my swimsuit.

Having peeled off my swimsuit I dried off, and I don't know why but I stood so the other couple could see me and spent more time drying my breasts and crotch than was absolutely necessary! I could see them glancing over, so not wanting to overdo it I stopped drying and lay down to sunbathe. The other man was taking his clothes off and when he got to his pants he kept going until he was naked, and he reached down to his wife's bag and took out the suncream and applied it all over his body. I don't know why, as I am not a voyeur, but I felt slightly disappointed that he had his back to me and I could not see his cock before he sat down.

After a bit Billy stood up and said he was going over to the beach kiosk to get some drinks and as that took him past the others he stopped by them, not so close as to appear rude, but near enough that he could definitely see everything, and asked if he could get them anything, but they seemed to decline, so he went off to get our drinks. The other couple then went off for a swim, giving us the usual wave and Billy came back with our refreshments.

After a while the couple came back again, both naked and this time I got a good view of the man. He was perhaps slightly older than her with 'pepper and salt' greying hair and a fairly athletic physique with just a hint of a few ounces of surplus weight. He had a faded tan and had hair on his chest but that was all, as his bum was taut and non-hairy and his pubic hair was all gone, giving me a good view of quite a long, thin cock that swayed as he walked and a pair of big balls drawn up tight behind his cock, possibly due to the cold water. They both dried themselves off including their genitals with no concern that anyone could see them, and then lay down on their backs in the sun.

It was really unusual for me but I found that I was quite turned on by all this and in my naked state I could sense arousal in my pussy, that likely as not was opening more, and I knew there would be wetness in there. I turned to Billy and told him this and he pointed out that I was not the only one and indicated to the other couple. I looked over and saw they were still lying there casually on their backs with their arms thrown over each other as they sunbathed. Billy said to look closer and while trying not to be too obvious I looked again and then saw that their hands were not casual but his hand on her tummy was in fact fingering her pussy and she was idly stroking his cock. If that is what they did on the beach then I was not surprised they wanted a spot away from most of the others, except us of course.

I was conscious of, the familiar sensations between my legs and felt sure that my wetness would be leaking out of me soon and so I told Billy that I was going for a dip to 'cool off' and he said he would join me if he could find a way of getting to the sea. I didn't understand him immediately until I fell in and looked down at his cock. He had grown to an almost fully stiff erection and it wasn't going to be able to hide it walking down the beach to the water with it sticking out in front of him. In the end we had no choice and walked as casually as we could down to the water with Billy behind me his cock swaying about and his balls exposed and jiggling, until with a sigh of relief we got in the water without too many stares, I guess erections are a natural hazard of being naked on a beach. Once we were in the deep enough to hide it I couldn't wait to get hold of Billy's erection.

Normally, when I'm horny, I love to take his soft willy and take my time bringing him to full masculine erection, feeling the hardness growing in my hands and mouth, but this time he was almost already there, and I could feel the hardness of him, so I just stroked the length gently, rubbing my thumb over the head, and feeling his balls. He looked at me while he slipped a finger into my wet and waiting pussy and said that he wanted to take me there and then, but there was no way we could do that without it being obvious, so it was going to have to wait.

A wicked thought crossed my mind, that I could go back up the beach where I doubt anyone would notice my open pussy, and leave him to cope with his erection when he certainly couldn't walk up the beach! Instead I concentrated on his pole. Looking down I could see through the clear water that there were little wisps of white drifting away from the eye, and I know he was leaking pre-cum, so I smoothed it over his helmet with my thumb.

We are at an age where we like to take our lovemaking slowly, no longer the frantic action of youth, but this time we needed to get the job done, disappointing though that was, so having checked no-one was close enough to watch what we were doing I set about a vigorous wank on his cock, mercilessly rubbing against the rim of his helmet, and I knew it was working as the fingers in my wet hole at first speeded up and then became more erratic. I felt his hips thrusting in time with my wanking and his eyes closed so I knew he was going to cum. With a last few strokes rubbing the rim of his cock-head I felt him pulsating in my hand and looking down could see a cloud of white in the water surrounding his cock as his load drifted away. Slowly he came round as I eased my stroking and he looked me in the eye and smiled, his fingers still in my pussy but now still.

We went back up the beach with Billy no longer embarrassed, though his member was still hanging rather thickly and I thought I noticed a dribble coming from the head, but my pussy was slack and wide open though the wetness was hidden by the seawater and my bush probably covered it enough unless someone looked closely! When we got back to our place we were surprised to see the others were not there but their things were still spread out, so we dried off and were about to settle down when Billy said he needed a pee, which he should have done in the sea, but rather than go back for thirty seconds which would have been obvious, he took himself off to the scrub bushes further back in the dunes.

He was gone for a few minutes, and when he came back he motioned to me to follow him, telling me to keep quiet at the same time. I couldn't believe he wanted me to watch him pee, although we have done that, so I followed him, somewhat intrigued, conscious that we were both still naked. When we were about to round one of the dunes he stopped and climbed it to the top and lay down, peering over the crest and beckoned me to join him, so I struggled up to the top to look over.

I was amazed at the sight that confronted me, our friendly couple were fucking, right there in public. We were looking at them almost side on, perhaps they were turned away a little bit, and she was kneeling on the ground while he was shafting her from behind, doggy style. I watched open-mouthed as his long cock, now fully stiff and an angry shade of red, slid right up inside her as he drilled her with long, easy strokes, pulling back until he was almost out and I could see the full length of his shiny, wet, stiff cock and then he slid it easily back up her until his belly spread her bum cheeks, and he pulled out again. She was moaning as she took each thrust, and as he banged into her, her small breasts which were now hanging down would wobble, and I could see plainly her big nipples had grown even longer and occasionally he would put a hand round a breast and squeeze a nipple until she cried out.

As we watched, his thrusts became more urgent and he quickened up as his long leisurely strokes became animalistic pumping. She must have sensed his urgency and she put a hand down between her legs to rub her clit and after a few moments her moans increased in pitch and her body began to shake with orgasm as he gave one final lunge and buried his cock as far as it would go inside her, and he shuddered and gave a series of grunts as he pumped his cum in her cunt.

As they came down from their high, we slid back down the dune so we wouldn't be discovered having watched them fuck and made our way quickly back to the beach, Billy with his erection swaying about in front of him, and I felt as though my pussy was so open my outer lips were flapping around as well and I tried to stop my big boobs from bouncing too much. Shortly afterward they re-appeared, casually walking back to their spot, but I could see his cock was still red and showing signs of the last of his fading erection and I thought I saw a trickle of something running down her thigh as they walked past us down to the sea, ostensibly for a swim, but in reality to clean up.

By then it was early afternoon and Billy and I had planned to go into the nearby town to have an initial look for a holiday property, so when the other couple came out of the water we put some clothes on, waved them goodbye and went back to the hotel. As we walked we discussed what we had seen and why it was so shocking. We watch porn from time to time so there was nothing unusual about it, but it must be that this was real life, real people right in front of us, not on a screen, that was so arousing, we could almost smell their sex. I was really horny by now but Billy had had his cum so I was going to have to wait until the evening for him to take me.

The local town was hardly more than a large village but it boasted a railway station and some shops and restaurants so the hotel had a courtesy shuttle bus that went to and from a few times a day, so we took that. Having wandered around there was only one estate agent and that was closed but we looked at their window to get some idea of what was available and then took a saunter around the shops before catching our bus back to the hotel.

That evening we talked of little else other than what we had seen, trying not to get too excited so that other people would hear what we were saying. Just to make it worse, as it was still very warm, I had put a loose summer dress on but with nothing underneath, hoping my matronly boobs wouldn't be too much of an embarrassment. What with the action on the beach and in the dunes, and then re-living it over dinner, and a drink in the bar, I couldn't wait any longer and all but dragged Billy back to our chalet. More often than not Billy is the keen one and it is he who gets me going, but that evening I was in no mood for his extensive foreplay, and started to pull his clothes off as soon as the door was shut.