Hi, it's Mandy again with the next episode in the story about the holiday that Dan and I spent in Cap d'Agde in the south of France in September. Dan's my husband and we stayed in the naturist section of the resort which attracts a lot of swingers – especially after the family holiday season has finished. Dan and I are just a normal British couple but our time in Cap d'Agde introduced us to a lifestyle of liberated sex we'd always wanted to try but never had the chance. We had a really wild time in Cap d'Agde and we decided that we just had to write down our holiday experiences so that you can enjoy them too.
During the first part of our first Tuesday evening in Cap d'Agde we met our new-found Dutch friends, Sandrine and Mike, for a meal. We also went for a stroll on the beach and Sandrine taught me how sluts should behave. Here's what we did during the second part of our Tuesday evening out.
Following our night-time beach activities helping a lady almost twice my age to enjoy a bukkake, Sandrine giggled loudly as we dusted off the sand. "This idea of yours of being a slut and doing everything your partner says is getting me turned on," I said. "I think you're leading me into temptation."
"Well, just make sure you never resist it," said her partner Mike. Dan nodded in enthusiastic agreement.
As Sandrine made herself decent in her see-through crotch-length dress, I put on my cut-off crop-top once more and straightened my tight lycra skirt. I slipped my hands round the back to find the split and tugged the ends sharply sideways. I felt the seams give a little so I tugged again – even more sharply this time. At the top of the split the seam gave way a little, so I tugged again and it gave way some more. By now the split had doubled in length and I could feel the crack of my bum. Great, I thought, just the job to get the guys turned on – and maybe some of the girls too.
And then I ran, sandals in hand, to catch up with the others who were already on their way to the Pyramid club. The couple we'd met over dinner had said they'd be there. Dan had already openly told me that he wanted to fuck the young woman in the blue plastic dress, and I was hoping for his sake that he'd get his wish. I was on heat for her boyfriend, and I'd have her too given half a chance. And I knew that here in Cap d'Agde chances to have sex never came only in halves.
Apart from the painting of a pyramid and camel on the outside of the door, and sand on the entrance floor where people like us had walked in from the beach, the club didn't seem to have any connection with Egypt. Fortunately there was a mirror in the entrance hall so Sandrine and I took the opportunity to freshen up our make-up after the all the oral activity we'd been having on the beach.
"Hey, you've got some cum in your hair," I said to Sandrine. "Let me wipe it off for you."
"No need to bother," she answered. "Mike likes it that way."
The place was busy (couples could get in free), noisy (from the loud French disco music), erotic (I didn't see any woman there who wasn't displaying something that she'd normally keep covered), and well-equipped (the loo was pretty grotty, but the waterbeds were spotless, there were paper towels to clean up after using them, and the barmaid dished out a free condom with every drink – very civilized indeed).
We ordered drinks as soon as we got inside. Cock-sucking for a bukkake party makes you thirsty so Sandrine and I downed a half-litre of mineral water each before ordering something stronger.
The bar staff were friendly. The guy behind the bar was young and good-looking but sadly he seemed to be gay. The barmaid was young and pretty too. I admired her black net dress showing the most gorgeous red and black lace bra and g-string underneath. She spoke very good English so we got talking. She was studying law in Paris and had spent a year in London for her studies. Now she was spending her summer vacation working at a swingers' club in a nudist resort.
"Do you enjoy working here?" I asked.
"Well the money's not so good, but I get free lodging, I can spend all day on the beach, on my nights off I can get into any of the clubs free, and I can have as much cock and pussy as I want," she said.
"And your parents don't mind you being here?" I continued.
"My parents? Not at all," she replied. "They used to bring me and my sister to Cap d'Agde when we were children. It wasn't quite as wild then as it is now, but I remember my parents used to go out in the evening and often brought friends back to our apartment – other couples, and often several couples. My sister and I used to stay up watching television till the adults came home, and then we had to go to bed. We used to lie in bed giggling at the sound of all the fucking and sucking. As we grew older my parents were quite open about the fact that they were swingers. In fact they still are. So they certainly don't mind me being here. I'm old enough to make up my own mind about how to spend my vacation. But I think it's quite normal that I should enjoy what they've always enjoyed."
I tried not to be surprised at her response. "I love your outfit," I said. "The lace on that g-string is beautiful."
At that, Sophie (that was her name) pulled up her see-through net dress, pushed the g-string down to her ankles and stepped out of it. She laid it on the bar so I could see it better as she pointed out how the red lace flowers folded into the black ones. It was a tiny garment but it was very intricately – and presumably expensively – made.
"I love sexy underwear," Sophie said, "and I find that boyfriends are usually delighted to buy it for me." She picked up the g-string once more, put her feet into it one by one and pulled it up her legs – taking time to position it over her smoothly shaved pussy.
Sandrine was busy on the crowded dance floor, sandwiched between Dan and Mike and enjoying having two pairs of hands exploring her body. As I watched, she unzipped both their flies and took their erect cocks out, wanking them as she moved to the music. Then she crouched on the dancefloor and took both cocks in her mouth as Dan and Mike pulled off their t-shirts and threw them aside.
"Looks like your friends are enjoying themselves," Sophie said.
Then our view was obscured as more dirty dancers – including a woman in a top-to-toe rubber outfit with holes for her boobs and pussy, and another in black basque, stockings and thigh boots who was being led on a dog-lead by her partner – moved across our line of vision.
I turned back to Sophie and looked her in the eyes. "Do you ever, er, do you ever do it with your customers?" I asked.
She smiled as she stared back at me. "If you mean will I do it with you, yes of course I will," she said. "I've worked solid for the past two weeks but I'm hoping to have a night off this coming Sunday. In any case, I'm usually on the beach during the day so we might meet there. We can always put on a little show for the voyeurs."
We both laughed at the thought. I put my hand to my pussy and poked it with a finger as I felt my inside temperature rising.
"Here's my mobile phone number," Sophie said. "Call me on Sunday if we don't see each other before."
"Thanks," I said, wiping my finger on my lycra skirt.
"Thanks to you for the invitation," she said, "I'm looking forward to it." We both leaned across the bar and our lips touched lightly.
