Holiday in an exhibitionist paradise
"We need a holiday!" I exclaimed to Jane, over the breakfast table.
It was a Monday morning, just a few weeks after our evening with Tom and Carol. (See the story Tom and Carol and Jane and me.) We were getting ready for the start of the working week, and I was feeling the Monday morning blues after a wonderful weekend spent with Jane, my wife of over 4 years. We'd spent the weekend with just the two of us, so I had a few good memories to take to work with me. I felt though that we needed to get away for a good holiday, and I'd had an idea that I thought might spice up our love life even further.
"That sounds like a damn good idea." Jane replied. "I have some holiday I need to take before the end of our company year, and I imagine you do too. Did you have anywhere in particular in mind?"
"I've got one or two ideas, but let me look into it further first. I promise you'll not be disappointed, and you might even be able to indulge your exhibitionist streak. We can talk about it some more this evening when we're back home." I said to her.
"Oooh, now I'm intrigued," she replied.
We both had to rush a little to leave for work, so after a quick kiss and a final feel of her soft, sexy arse I left the house, and she followed me out to her work place straight after.
As usual, we texted each other throughout the day, keeping the sexy vibes going until we could get back together again in the evening. She was curious about what I had in mind, but I wanted to wait until I was sure it was a viable option. I'd taken my own laptop with me to work, so during my lunch break I started to look for suitable places for what I had in mind.
That evening, after our evening meal, we sat down on our settee and I said to her, "How does the south of France sound to you?"
She was excited at the sound of that.
"That would be brilliant!" she exclaimed. "There must be loads of places there we could go to."
"Well, I've got one particular place in mind, if you're up for it." I said to her. "It's a place called Cap D'agde."
"That sounds very nice. I've no doubt it'll have a beach, bars and restaurants where we can indulge ourselves."
"It has." I replied, "But there's one important thing I've missed out."
She gave me a quizzical look.
"It's a naturist beach and village, and it's notorious for its 'anything goes' and hedonistic atmosphere. Apparently, people are free to do whatever they want, and it's practically mandatory to wear no clothes within the village and beach. It's a voyeurs and an exhibitionist's idea of heaven. The voyeurs can watch the exhibitionists, and apparently the beach area is exceptionally popular."
I booted up my laptop, and showed her the websites I'd been looking at. Within minutes she was sold on the idea.
"I'm going to be so horny all the time." She said excitedly. "I'm going to fuck you every chance I can, and hopefully watch a few other people getting their rocks off as well. I may even come home with some new ideas, so are you sure you're ready for this?" She laughed.
We spent the rest of the evening looking for flights to Montpellier airport, hotel accommodation within the resort village, and transfers from the airport to the village, and had them all booked before we went to bed that evening. We booked 10 days in the resort, starting in just a couple of weeks time, and knew we'd both have no problem taking the leave from work. The thought of what we'd planned had clearly turned Jane on because as soon as we came to bed, she started to give me one of her amazing blow jobs. Instead of letting me finish in her mouth though, as soon as I was hard enough she straddled my hips, and sank herself onto my cock. I was more than happy to watch her huge 36DD tits bounce up and down above me as she rode my cock and brought herself to a juddering climax. I came inside her damp, silky smooth cunt a few seconds later, and we fell into a blissful sleep wrapped around each other shortly after.
The journey to Cap D'agde a couple of weeks later went smoothly. We drove to the airport for the flight to Montpellier, and the transfer service was waiting to take us straight to our hotel in the naturist village. Looking around the hotel lobby when we arrived, we were amazed by the amount of bare flesh already on display. The hotel staff were clothed, but just about everyone else was either naked or barely clothed. It was quite a surreal moment for us.
Our room was on the seventh floor of the hotel. There was a huge double bed in there, with plenty of floor space, drawers and wardrobes available. The bathroom had the usual toilet, with a bidet, and both a bath big enough for two, and a shower also with enough room for two. There was a sliding door at the other side of the room leading onto a large balcony, which had a couple of large, cushioned wicker chairs and a table. The view from the balcony was amazing, and we could look down into the village from above, watching the people walking about below us. The adjoining wall to the next door balconies was only half the width, so it was easy to see along the line of balconies, or look down onto the ones below us. We were already beginning to imagine the things we might see on them.