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 where there are lots of swingers. We had a fantastic time enjoying the exhibitionism, partner-sharing and group sex. And after some heart-searching discussion together we both realized that the swinging lifestyle was giving our marriage a new lease of life and bringing us closer together as we explored the limits of our sexuality. This is what happened on the sixth day of our holiday.
We went to bed surprisingly early on Wednesday night. It can't have been later than one on Thursday morning when we got back to our apartment. We'd walked home hand-in-hand from the anything-goes disco -- Mandy with her bright red dress round her waist and my cum drying on her face.
"You look a total slut, Mandy," I said to her.
"Yes, your total slut," was her answer, "and I'm really enjoying it." (In case you were wondering, yes she did wash her face before going to bed.)
We got up at about 10:00 on Thursday morning, showered, and went out totally naked to buy some breakfast and a few things we absolutely needed -- suntan cream, bread, more mineral water, a bottle of champagne, and some food as well. We decided to do the rest of our shopping somewhere cheaper so we got in the car and drove to a giant supermarket and shopping complex on the outskirts of Cap d'Agde. I wore shorts and a t-shirt while Mandy settled for her ragged-hemmed denim miniskirt again -- though this time with a black push-up bra and a transparent white blouse that she didn't bother to fasten.
"Looks like you're getting used to driving with one hand," said Mandy as my right hand disappeared up her skirt.
"And it looks like you're getting used to going without knickers," I answered.
"I sure am," she said. "It's a great feeling to walk around with my shaved pussy just an inch from being on display."
"And it's great feeling your shaved pussy too," I said as I massaged her pussy lips and poked a finger into the moistness. "Flash it for me while we're shopping."
"Anything you say," Mandy answered.
"Anything?" I asked.
"Yes, anything," she said, "so be careful what you ask because I promise you I'll do it."
The mid-day sun was baking hot as we left the car in the giant car park of the shopping complex. As we walked to the entrance of the enormous building I put my arm round Mandy, pushed her skirt up at the back, and let my hand rest on her naked buttock. She kept chatting as normal, making no mention of that fact that her bum was on display.
Three guys walked past us in the same direction and congratulated me on my partner's adorable cul (bum). Then as they looked at her face they seemed to recognize her. "C'est Mandy," one of them told the other.
Mandy recognized them too and greeted them with a giggly "bonjour". We exchanged a few pleasantries like "Γ§a va", but I didn't understand all they were saying.
"Who were they?" I asked my wife as they walked on ahead of us.
"I don't know their names," Mandy said. "I met them on Tuesday night at the Pyramid club while you and Mike were getting blowjobs from Sandrine," she said.
"You did?" I asked. "What did you do with them?"
"Oh not much," she answered. "We rubbed our bodies together, they stripped my top off and felt me all over, and I sucked one of them for a while. Not much at all."
"Which one?" I asked. "Which one did you suck?"
"Honestly I don't remember," Mandy answered. "I didn't suck him off completely. I just sucked him till he was stiff and then I came looking for you. The three of them were fucking Sandrine when we left the place, don't you remember?"
I nodded. I remembered that Sandrine was getting fucked by three guys simultaneously most of the time she was in the club. I'd had my condom-covered cock in her arse at one stage while a couple of other guys filled her mouth and pussy.
When we got to the shops I let Mandy's skirt fall back into place and we made our way to the large supermarket.
When no one was looking, Mandy pulled up her bra and flashed her boobs next to the peaches. Then she bent over to examine some tinned sardines on a bottom shelf -- and showed me her bum and pussy into the bargain. She did some more tit-flashing next to the salad dressing and then pulled up her skirt in front of a pile of cucumbers.
"I bet you daren't use one of those as a dildo," I said as I stood next to her.
Without a thought, Mandy picked up a long straight cucumber, wiped the end of it on the front of my t-shirt, squatted down and rubbed the tip of the cucumber along her pussy.
"No don't," I said. "Someone might come."
"Well it won't be me, will it?" Mandy answered. "I'd hardly started."
"You really would have done it, wouldn't you?" I said to her.
"Of course," was Mandy's answer. "I told you I'd do whatever you tell me to."
And with that she dropped the cucumber into the wire shopping basket and we continued on round the store picking up lettuce, biscuits, instant coffee, toilet paper, and various other things that looked as though they might be useful.
After the supermarket we strolled round a fashion accessories boutique where Mandy got a pair of blue crystal earrings. Then we stopped by a men's store where Mandy persuaded me to buy some black thong underwear by Dim. I thought they only made women's stockings; I didn't know they made men's underwear too. Then we looked in a Zara and in an H & M, but since they had exactly what you'd find in any branch of Zara and H & M anywhere in Europe, we didn't find anything new.
We also looked in a lingerie boutique that had some deliciously sexy women's underwear. However, the goods were deliciously pricey too. Mandy tried on a couple of bras which looked great on her, but I think she only tried them on so she had an excuse to take off her own bra and show me her tits. Tempting though the underwear was, Mandy persuaded me that she could look just as sexy in underwear at a quarter of the price -- or even in none at all. We left without buying anything.
Mandy didn't bother to put her black bra on again. She fastened a couple of the buttons on her transparent white blouse and popped the bra into one of our shopping bags.
"You know I can see your boobs through that blouse," I said to her.
"I hope so," was her reply. "Otherwise I might as well have kept my bra on."
"You're more of an exhibitionist than I ever imagined," I told her.
"Do you object?" she asked.
"No of course not," I said, "I love it when you show yourself off."
"You don't mind if other men see my tits and pussy?" asked Mandy.
"Of course I don't," I said, "I wouldn't have suggested we come here on holiday if I did."
"And you really don't mind when I behave like a slut and turn other men on too?" Mandy continued.
"Definitely not," I told her. "In fact it's really fantastic to see you doing that."
We had a snack in a cafΓ©, where I (and several other male customers) found it hard to take my eyes off Mandy's boobs -- except when she crossed her legs and flashed her pussy too. Then we paid the bill and set off back to our car.
We drove back to Port Ambonne. Mandy wriggled out of her clothes as soon as we passed the security barrier at the entrance to the naturist area, so that she was able to leap out of the car naked as soon as we stopped. We had another snack in the apartment and then rubbed each other with suntan cream, gathered up our towels and plastic bottles of mineral water, and set off for the beach once more.
Today we decided to try the swingers' section of the beach again. Most of the beach was fairly empty with plenty of space for everyone but this part was as densely packed as ever. We saw a German couple trample over towels and bodies to plonk themselves down right in the middle of the baking bodies. But being British we decided to position ourselves on the edge of the exhibitionist mass, at a polite distance from the nearest couple.
"Hey, look at that," Mandy said as I spread our towels side by side on the sand.