Hi, this is Dan again. My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday in Cap d'Agde in the south of France in September. We stayed in the naturist section, called Port Ambonne, which has a reputation as a place where couples come to have fun after the family holiday season has finished. We had such a wild time that we just had to write down our holiday experiences so that you can enjoy them too. Here's what happened on the afternoon of the second day of our holiday.
Although we had both showered before breakfast, our morning fuck had left us drenched in sweat -- and Mandy drenched in cum too. So we quickly showered again before setting off for the beach carrying our towels and a bag with a few essentials but otherwise totally naked. The sun was high in the sky and at its hottest so we stopped off at a bar for a couple of beers. They had some kind of cheese pasty too so I had one of those, and then another beer. Mandy sipped her mineral water.
"Hey don't you go drinking too much alcohol," she said. "I'll need some more hard cock inside me again later."
Mandy sat on her towel in a rattan bucket chair, her legs as far apart as the sides of the chair would allow. I sat facing her, looking at the pretty pink slit that gaped invitingly in front of me. The bar was quite busy and, apart from one woman with a transparent sarong round her waist, no one had any clothes on at all.
"Do you like showing your pussy to all these people?" I asked.
"Of course I do," Mandy replied. "It really turns me on to know that they can see all of me -- and I can see all of them."
The other side of the pedestrian street was a club that advertised itself as a "discothèque libertine" (a swingers' disco).
"Now that might be interesting," I said.
"Well the only way to find out is to try it," Mandy answered. Next door to the club was an erotic clothes shop with some bands of thin stretchy material in the window that were advertised as skirts but looked no bigger than boob-tubes, and some that were advertised as boob-tubes and looked no bigger than belts.
Mandy got up. "You stay here and finish your drink," she said. "I'm going to try some of those on."
Mandy disappeared into the clothes shop and I sipped my beer. A woman sitting on a high stool at the bar caught my eye. She was blonde like the tall guy with her, and they were speaking Swedish or something like that. Her nipples both had tiny silver rings through them, and her belly button decoration was a pink reflective stone with a couple of tiny chains, each about an inch long, hanging down. For a moment our eyes met so I smiled and turned away, not wanting to seem too much of a voyeur.
The woman at the bar had been sitting cross-legged but as I watched out of the corner of my eye she let one leg dangle to the floor. I looked towards her again as she lifted the other foot onto the edge of her seat and clasped her knee with her arms, all the time chatting to her partner. That movement all but hid her breasts from my sight, but it also served to reveal her shaved pussy with a silver ring in her clitoris and three others in each of her pink pussy flaps. It was difficult to ignore such a sight -- too difficult for me at any rate.
Then I realized she was looking at me again. She smiled so I smiled back. "Since your friend has left you, why don't you come and join us?" she asked in English.
So I did. Her name was Karen, her partner was Jon, and he was just as welcoming as she was. They were from Stockholm and had arrived the day before like we had. Just like us they'd been to the Melrose bar in the evening and, so I gathered from their conversation, they had ended up fucking with another couple just like we had done.
"I like your piercings," I said to Karen.
"Yes I saw you looking at them," she said. "My nipples and belly have been pierced for some time, but these are new," she said, spreading her legs to show me the rings in her pussy. "I had them done specially for this holiday. I decided that if I was going to be showing my pussy all the time I might as well pimp it up a bit."
She pulled her pussy lips slightly apart. "Looks good, doesn't it?" She took my hand and rubbed my fingers up and down her pussy. "And it feels really good when a guy does that," she added.
"Feels good and looks good," I said. Then turning to Jon, I asked "Doesn't it scratch?"
"You mean when we fuck," he said. "No not really. You feel it scraping along your penis, but I find it quite erotic."
"Really?" I said.
I must have sounded doubtful. "You'll have to try it," he told me. "Maybe we can all get together one evening if your friend doesn't mind."
"Actually I'm his wife, and what might I mind?" It was Mandy with her bag of purchases. I introduced Karen and Jon and told Mandy we were thinking of getting together one evening.
Mandy didn't have to think about her answer. "You bet," she said.
We exchanged mobile phone numbers with Karen and Jon, and Mandy and I set off for the beach. We lay for a while on a fairly deserted stretch of sand. After the beers in the bar, I dozed off to sleep. I woke up to the feeling of Mandy's hands rubbing suntan lotion in the crack of my bum.
"What are you doing?" I asked her as I came round.
"Well I finished your back and your legs and you didn't even notice," she said. "So then I started on your bum and I just got carried away. Look." She slipped her middle finger into my anus. "I decided to lubricate your anus and see how long I could finger-fuck it without you waking up. It didn't take long."
"How could you think of doing such a thing?" I asked.
