The Sex-Cation

We decided to travel to France and made a list of places we wanted to visit. We, of course, wanted to see Paris, Avignon, Cannes, and the southern beaches. One of the places we looked forward to seeing was Cap d'Agde. It is a city that is all nude. The entire municipality is totally clothing optional.

We traveled to France and enjoyed Paris, drove to Avignon, then took the train to Cannes. We had secured reservations in all those places previously, but time had gotten away from us and we hadn't reserved anywhere to stay at Cap d'Agde. We figure we could find a place once there, but when we arrived it was the high season and could find nothing.

We were advised there would be rooms at Anton, fifteen miles to the east, so we went and indeed find accommodations. We met the couple in the cabin next door and they were very friendly, too friendly. They were extremely demonstrative and affectionate, but at first we thought it was simply the bond of travel.

In the morning they were at our door early and it occurred to us their interest was beyond breakfast. They seemed to make sure during that time to sit with our mates, making sure for the wife to be with me and her husband with Claire.

When Claire came back to our room after breakfast her face was flush and her smile was sheepish. "You know what this is?" she said as she came into the room. At Cap'dAgde everyone was a nudist. Here, every couple are swingers. We have gotten a room at a swingers resort," she said with an embarrassed smile. No wonder Kate and Allen were so friendly," she said.

The truth was, in our haste to find a place, we had rented a cabin at a town with wall-to-wall swingers. "Well, what do we do? We have four days paid in advance," she said.

"When in Rome," I said.

"Really?" she replied self-consciously. "Could we?"

"We could see," I said. "We were going to go nude and we've never been nudists. Could we be swingers?"

"Could you?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said. "We swapped with Kate and Will. Maybe Julia and Allen. You think?" She was quiet, then broke into a wide grin.

"When in Rome," she said with a laugh.

"We did come to try new things," I said. She nodded, sheepishly. "You want to fuck Allen?"

"You want to fuck Julia?" she asked.

"Maybe," we both said at once. We had come to explore new horizons, and this is just the kind of thing we knew we were opening ourselves up to when we left LAX the first week of June. We both looked and one another and smiled. Our smiles said, Let's go with it.

When we met with Julia and Allen, they had the day all planned out. I was to be with Julia and Allen with Claire. We were all going in opposite directions, then meeting up for dinner. We did not want to confess we didn't know we had landed at a mate swapping resort. We had told them about planning to visit the naked city and they had said they were going there, as well.

Allen planned to take Claire to a large nude beach, and they had Julia and me going to another. They were very affection and open and we liked them both. We rented cars and set out on our way to naked adventures and whatever else.

When Julia and I got to the nude beach near the city she stripped down without pause and I followed suit. Julia was beautiful and it was not hard to see myself in a sexual encounter with the lady from Florida. She stretched out next to me, close enough to feel her body heat.

She put her hand on my arm and I forgot myself and put my hand on her bare bottom. She snuggled closer, encouraging me not to stop, and I knew there may be sexual action right there on the sand. A few other couples were already engaging in exchanging body fluids and we were already moving in that direction. She turned her head to face me, her head flat on her ear.

"You can do anything you want," she whispered. "It's okay here." She moved her hand up my arm and let it cross my body. I felt her tighten her grip and I curled my fingers into the crack between her bottom cheeks. I could feel the warmth from her anus as my fingers explored her soft, round bottom.

"You want to go into the dunes?" she whispered.

"Okay," I said and got to my feet. She picked up one of the large towels, the sunscreen, and took my hand, heading toward the dunes. We walked maybe a hundred yards, passing two couples deeply "involved" with the person each was laying with, and we found a spot on the backside of the dune.

Julia quickly got on her back, obviously a person used to sex on the beach, and put her hands out to me. I knelt between her knees, and positioned myself for a perfect landing. The target was hit without a snag and I quickly slipped in with one hasty thrust. We met one another's pace without any trouble and I was approaching orgasm far sooner than I'd hoped. Her hips were almost professional quality and their piston effect had me close in less time than it takes to wind your watch.

We had no condom, so I prepared to pull out, but she told me in no uncertain terms that I should stay where I was because she had had her tubes tied. Of course she would. I came and filled her with my progeny and her expert pussy milked my cock like a dairy cow with a machine hooked up. Spent and satisfied, we made our way back to our spot and stretched out for a little recuperation in the sun.

While I was getting my sex in the dunes, Claire was with Allen on another nude beach in southern France having sunscreen rubbed on every part of her body not hidden from sight. They, like us, didn't waste much time sunbathing before they got belly to belly on a deserted stretch of sand and commenced to generate body heat and plenty of white vaginal foam.

Claire told me later that they got to the beach, he spread sunscreen on her for about ten minutes, took a long walk to the point, and made love behind a big driftwood log for the rest of the hour. He got on his back and invited her to straddle him, which I am surprised he somehow guessed her favorite position. She said she fucked him until she could hold back no longer and had a beach clearing screaming orgasm that they must have been heard in Paris.

After she came he did too, and they returned to their blanket and slept off their morning fuck in the afternoon sun. When they woke, they surfed for an hour, then dried on the blanket in the heat at the end of the day. They got to his car around four thirty, and then they drove to a spot on a cliff and made love again in the backseat of his rental with her once again straddling him with her forearms on his shoulders, her mouth attached to his, and his member embedded deep in her pussy.

It was six by the time they got to the restaurant where we had reservations, and they joined us at the table in the back room that we had to ourselves. Julia sat with me and Clair sat with Allen. We ordered fillet mignon and it was to die for. Throughout dinner, Julia had her left hand on my thigh or my fly and Claire's hand was under the table, as well.

When we got back to our hotel Claire had a look on her face that asked that eternal question: who goes to what room. It was quickly decided that we would switch mates for the night and would once again bounce on the other couple's bed. Since the hotel was in Anton, everyone expected the couples to trade partners, so no one was surprised that Claire went with Allen and Julia came with me. The surprise would have been if that didn't happen.

In the morning we came to breakfast with the other man's wife and we all ate at the same table. They looked like lovebirds as I watched my wife and Julia's husband between bites as they fooled around like newlyweds. She had certainly got into the mood of the town, clearly liking what Allen was doing to her under the table.

After breakfast Claire and Allen decided to revisit the beach and Julia and I chose to see a museum or art gallery or two. What we were going to do between museums and galleries was anybody's guess. Nobody had to spend much time guessing, however.

After two museums and an art gallery, doing touristy things, Julia and I stopped at a city park with green grass and huge trees and a lot of passionate couples. We took a blanket out of our rental Subaru and stretched out on it in the sun. Two couples in the same grassy area were having sex openly, without even trying to conceal it whatsoever. They were naked on top of the blanket and fucking as if they were in a private room in the Ritz.

We took a cue from the other couples in the park and she took her panties off, laid back on the blanket, and opened her legs for me. With her dress still on, but raised, we began. Pulling down my pants, I knelt between her thighs and pushed myself into her in one quick motion. Julia sighed as I slipped into her, and when I hit bottom she let out a grunt. I began picking up the pace, thrusting into her as a couple of people watched us from a park bench. Julia pulled her legs up and arched her body against me, forcing me deep into her.

We fucked there in the park for about forty minutes, and when we finished we heard applause. It was the older couple on the bench. We folded up the blanket and left the grassy area. As we walked by them towards the car, the lady said, "You were beautiful, dear hearts."

We smiled at them and waved. At the car we chuckle about their watching us, their words of encouragement, and their cheerfulness. They didn't sound French, but their attitude certainly did.

I found out Claire and Allen had gone to the beach, met a friend of his there by himself and they invited John to join them, which he did behind the same large driftwood tree. The two of them did Claire at the same time. One of them was in her pussy, and the other was in her rear. I told

her she had done a double and she said she'd never heard of that before.

"Well, you were the meat in the sex sandwich," I said. She just smiled and nodded her agreement. It was certain then that Claire had made the jump to a confirmed swinger. That night, after dinner, Allen and Julia invited us to a party where there would be forty or fifty people. It was to be a full on sex party with an orgy room, a couples room, and a single's rooms for old fashioned twosomes. It didn't take us long to accept the invitation, and we left the restaurant with a great deal of excitement and enthusiasm.

The party was held in an old mansion with two towering steeples and a giant entrance hall. It had gabled windows and statues in front. We were greeted at the large front door by the hostess, who took us to an office to give us the "orientation" and have us sign papers to agree to the house rules.

The rules were: "No means no. Avoid mercy fucking (explained as giving in to be polite). No Golden Showers, fisting, or Scat Games. No Sadomasochistic activity. Nothing that your sex partner doesn't agree to. Be polite and courteous at all times.

We were then allowed to go or do anything we wished in the designated areas of the house, but the hostess led Claire and Julia off to meet some of the people at the party, telling them she had some fascinating people she thought they should meet.

Allen and I went off to the hot tub to meet some fascinating people of our own. There were six in the tub, four of them women. Denise was from Florida, Teresa from Michigan, Rose from Kansas, and Paula was from Oregon, and all were married and their husbands were off with other women. We introduced ourselves and feared the swinger's curse: that is to be not chosen by anyone at the swingers party.

The women seemed to divide us up, and Paula moved to me and Denise came over to Allen. Our introductions went from polite to passionate fairly quickly. Allen got a kiss hello from the stunning woman from Florida and I was greeted by a lusty one from Paula. Without preamble. she took ahold of my growing cock and held it firmly, moving her hand up and down my shaft.

"Nice to meet you," she said as she gave me another very friendly kiss with a lot of affectionate tongue. She only had on a shift and it came off like a nightgown at a strip show. We were both naked and sweaty before the introductions were completed. I fucked like my life depended on it, and I saw Allen's backside bouncing over Denise's bare body just ten feet away from me. His balls slapped against her bottom and I could hear other people moaning as they approached orgasms littered around the room.

When our partners came they discarded us like old candy wrappers, and were off with two other guys before my pulse got back to normal. Allen and I were not disheartened, since we'd had two great fucks in record-breaking time.

Claire, I found out later, ended up with a man named Peter, and she joked later she went from the hellos to approaching orgasm in an unbelievably short period of time. She said she had Peter's peter in her in less time than it took to shake hands and ask where he was from. Julia ended up cowgirling over a man named Marcos from Montana before she knew his full name. That didn't seem necessary at the time.

The women had forgotten they had come with us before ten that night. At eleven we ran into them, literally, between encounters and we all kissed, almost in passing and moved to the next stage of the evening. By midnight Claire had fucked Peter, gave a blowjob to a man from Seattle named Julian, and did a threesome with Cliff and Trevor.

We all slept until early afternoon and met at a late lunch around three. On the way back to our hotel we didn't talk much, since all of us were pretty worn out from a night of meeting new bed partners and enjoying ourselves. Finally Julia said, "Well, I hope everyone had a good time. I know I did," she said to whoever was listening. Too tired for sex that afternoon, we slept with our own mate that night and were asleep until nearly noon the next day.

At JFK Airport we parted and promised to get together soon to renew our sexual interests in our home states. Claire has since traveled with Allen, they returned to Europe, and Julia and I saw Peru, although most of the time was spent in beds from sea level to mountain high, where the air is too thin to fuck for over twenty minutes at a time.

We have both spent time at the other's home, and each couple split up immediately to continue our European endeavors in familiar settings. Claire now really likes oral, Allen's specialty, and has become quite fond of cowgirl over anyone without my first name. Julia and I have gotten excellent at anal and practice it as often as possible. She says backdoor orgasms are unsurpassed and prefers them over anything except clitoris generated climaxes under a wet tongue and tight lips.

I wouldn't say swinging has brought us closer together as a couple, except to other people, but it has added a spice to our lives that keeps us young and horny, and we are active, vigorous, and well entertained. We think sex is a great way to gain friends. Monogamy is old fashioned and tiresome, and we feel more alive now than ever. I honor Claire's freedom and she mine, and the best thing we have ever done is go to France so many years back where we learned what unconditional love really is. Fucking your friends is a great way to go, and since France we've tried to keep that up as much as we can. If there is a way to world peace, fucking not fighting is a great way to go. If you are getting a little bored in bed, you may want to invite another couple in and do some anatomical exploring of your own. Enjoy.