Hi it's Mandy again. My husband Dan and I spent a two-week holiday in Cap d'Agde in the south of France in September. As you know from our previous stories, we stayed in the naturist section of Cap d'Agde which attracts a lot of swingers. Things get really wild there – especially after the family holiday season has finished. Before we went there we were both hoping for some spicy sexual fun. But the holiday went beyond our wildest dreams. We had such a crazy time in Cap d'Agde that we decided to write down our experiences so that you can enjoy them too. Here's what we did on the evening of the fourth day of our holiday.
We spent Tuesday afternoon in the non-nudist part of the resort, where I did a bit of flashing which Dan seemed to appreciate. When we got back to our apartment after our day out we had a cup of tea. But that was about the only domesticated English thing we did all evening.
We were due to meet Mike and Sandrine at 8:00 so we showered and got ready to go out. It was easy for Dan – he just slipped on a new pair of jeans and a tight sleeveless t-shirt – but I took a bit longer. I did my finger and toe nails with the new nail polish I'd bought, smoothed my legs and pussy with my epilator, put on my lipstick and mascara, made sure my hair looked sufficiently untidy, put on a pair of high-heeled sandals, and then rooted through my things for something to wear.
I settled for a tight lycra skirt that I'd bought off a market stall some years ago. It was bright yellow and fairly garish. I remember it had been cheap and, to be honest, it made me look cheap too. It was short, but it easily covered my bare essentials when I stood still. I'd hardly worn it at home, however, for two reasons – it kept riding up my thighs and showing everything when I walked, and it was so thin that it showed my underwear. So I'd brought it to Cap d'Agde with me for the two very same reasons – I was happy for it to ride up and show everything, and I wasn't going to put on underwear anyway.
There was a split of a couple of inches or so at the back that reached nearly to my bum, and I'd noticed that the seam above it was not very secure. Great, I thought, a tight skirt and a weak seam over my backside is just the thing to do some wild dancing in.
On top I wore a little black cotton crop-top that I'd cropped a little more so that it showed the underside of my boobs. Dan likes it when I do that sort of thing.
When I met Sandrine I kissed her full on the mouth. Dan likes it when I do that sort of thing too.
Mike and Sandrine were waiting for us at the entrance to the campsite. Mike, like Dan, was in jeans and t-shirt, while Sandrine like me was playing the slut – or "slet" as she called it in Dutch. (I like learning new languages. That evening I learned the Dutch words for suck, fuck, cock and pussy too. Not much use for asking directions in Amsterdam, I suppose, though I guess it depends what you're looking for.)
Sandrine was wearing a stretchy black minidress. It had a six-inch panel of shiny material down the front and back while the rest was see-through. Thus her boobs were completely on show though her pussy and bum crack were covered – or they would have been if the dress hadn't been so short that it rode up and showed them as she walked.
After having spaghetti for lunch, we continued the Italian theme by having pizza for dinner. We went to the restaurant where we'd seen the blonde in a g-string and see-through blouse the evening before. She was obviously eating elsewhere this evening but there were plenty of other scantily-dressed female diners so Sandrine and I certainly didn't feel out of place.
At the next table to ours was a romantic young couple who held hands for most of their meal and kept leaning across the table to kiss each other. At one stage the girl dropped her serviette on the floor and crawled under the table to rub her partner's cock as she picked the paper napkin up. The guy was dark-haired with stubble on his chin and a few meaningless tattoos on his arms. As Dan and Mike talked about what route you take to drive from Amsterdam to Cap d'Agde, I found myself gazing at the guy wondering what it would be like to have him fuck me.
As I looked away I realized that Sandrine was watching me. She leaned across and spoke quietly, "Not bad is he? But what about the girl? Wouldn't you like her too?" I looked again at the couple who were too busy with each other to notice me. The pale-skinned young woman was back in her seat. She wore a light blue plastic minidress that finished way above the tops of her white hold-up stockings. The plastic dress had a zip from top to bottom that was unzipped to her navel so I kept getting glimpses of small breasts with erect nipples. She had short brown hair, dark eyes, and lots of coloured bracelets on her wrists. "Yes," I whispered to Sandrine, "I think I would."
The couple had finished their meal and when the waiter came with their bill and they stopped their mutual touching I looked away. But after they'd paid I just had to look back – and so did Sandrine, Dan and Mike – when the young woman stood up, said a "grand merci" to her seated boyfriend, and bent right over the table to kiss him. The blue plastic hem rose right above her bum and she stood like that long enough that it surely had more to do with exhibitionism than with romance. Then she turned towards us.
"Hey, you guys," she said in perfect Californian. "We'll be in the Pyramid club later if you'd care to join us." And with that the two of them left, arms around each others' waists and with the blue plastic dress showing glimpses of her butt cheeks as she walked away.
"Well I guess that's where we'll be going later," Mike said.
"Yes please," Sandrine and I said almost in unison.
Dan was getting bolder in his conversation; "I think I'd like to fuck that American girl, Mandy. Would you mind?" It was the sort of thing he would never have dreamed of saying to me back home in England, but in Cap d'Agde it didn't seem out of the ordinary at all.
"No, I don't mind at all," I answered. "I think I'd like to fuck both of them." We all laughed. I put my hand to my pussy as I realized it was wet through.
As we tucked into our pizzas another couple arrived at the next table. The guy was muscular and the woman was sexy – in short black jacket, red push-up bra, red g-string, and a black see-through scarf tied round her waist – but I took very little notice. I couldn't get the vision of short brown hair, dark eyes, small breasts and erect nipples out of my mind.
I asked our Dutch friends about their previous holidays in Cap d'Agde. "Is it always as erotic as this?" I asked.
"You bet," said Sandrine. "That's why we keep coming back. Mike loves to bring me here."
"I think she's very sexy and I like to show her off," Mike added.
"But you like it too, don't you?" I asked Sandrine.
"Of course I do," she said. "I like being an exhibitionist and I love being Mike's slut."
"You mean you like dressing up erotically and showing off in public?" I asked.
"Well yes, I enjoy that," Sandrine answered. "But being his slut means more than just that. It means that while we're here he is completely in control of me sexually. We have an agreement – whatever he tells me to do, I do it – without questioning. It turns me on incredibly – and of course it turns him on too."
"Oh my god," I said. "That sounds really wild. Has he ever told you to do something you didn't want to?"
"He often tells me to do things I wouldn't normally do back home. But that's not the point," Sandrine explained. "I want to be his slut, so it doesn't matter what he tells me to do. When I do it – such as show my pussy, suck a stranger, get gangbanged, or whatever he says – I'm being his slut, which is what I want to be. You can't imagine how fantastic it feels."
My pussy was hot and leaking and there was a humming feeling deep inside. "Oh I think I can," I said.
"Is that right?" Dan asked Mike unbelievingly. "She does absolutely everything you tell her to do?"
"She does everything sexual that I tell her to do – and she does it straight away without questioning what I say," Mike confirmed. "I don't tell her to swallow knives or stand on her head. But if I tell her to open your fly and suck you off she will do."
"I'm amazed," Dan said.
"You will be," Mike responded. "Sandrine, open Dan's pants and suck his cock."
And without flinching Sandrine left her seat, knelt next to Dan, unzipped his jeans and took his cock in her mouth. The couple at the next table paused from their meal to watch for a moment and then resumed their eating.
Sandrine was at it for several minutes before Mike saw the waiter heading our way. "OK that's enough for now. Save the rest for later," Mike told her. She stopped as suddenly as she had started, went back to her seat, and sat down as demurely as a woman in a see-through microdress with a shaven pussy can do.
Dan was still cramming his erection back into his jeans when the waiter arrived. "Don't worry sir," the waiter reassured him. "This is a nudist resort so a naked penis is acceptable. It's just that if you want to use your cock for sexual purposes, you should find somewhere else to do it."
"In that case let's go down to the beach," Mike said.
We finished our pizza, downed the remains of our second bottle of wine, paid the bill, and then went off into the dusk to find the beach. When we'd found it we took off our shoes and walked along it. There were more people taking night strolls on the beach than I would have expected.
