My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday in the south of France in September last year. We stayed in the naturist section of Cap d'Agde which attracts swingers from all over Europe. We weren't swingers before we went there but, with so many opportunities for exhibitionism, for sharing partners, and for having multiple partners, we found it too hard to resist. Well actually, we didn't try to resist. One of the reasons we went to that place was to try out the wild lifestyle. And it was great. Mandy and I have been writing down our holiday experiences because it turns us on to think about them again -- and we hope that you enjoy them too. Here's what happened in the afternoon of the ninth day of our holiday.
In this story we recount some conversations with Mandy's friend Sophie, with Sophie's younger sister Sylvie, and with Sylvie's boyfriend Laurent, who are all French. While Sophie has studied in London and speaks very good English, Sylvie often makes grammatical mistakes and includes French-style expressions in her sentences, and Laurent's English is very basic indeed. While we have been as true as possible to what Sylvie and Laurent said, we have corrected the mistakes and changed some sentences around so that they are easier to understand.
After our swinging Saturday night out (that's described in chapter 17) we didn't get back to our apartment till 4 o'clock on Sunday morning. And it wasn't till after mid-day that we woke.
I got out of bed and went to the bakery to get some bread and croissants -- and a jar of strawberry jam to put on them. At least in a nudist resort you don't have to bother getting dressed when you get out of bed. I strolled around for a while enjoying the warm sunshine, looking at the naked women, and feeling pleased that the size of my cock compared well with that of other guys.
I thought about the previous night and how Mandy and her friends had been more exhibitionistic than I ever could have imagined before we came here. And I re-lived in my mind how a bunch of us guys had gangbanged CΓ©line because she told us that she wanted to be gangbanged. "These women need no persuading," I said to myself. "They come here for sex and they tell you how they want it." Obviously that's a generalization, but from my experience it applied to a lot of the women I'd seen in the swingers clubs and gangbang discos.
I was waiting in the queue at the bakery admiring the tanned bum of the woman in front of me when someone touched me on my bare shoulder. I turned round to see Simone. "Bonjour Dan," she said, and leaned forward to kiss me on each cheek, her boobs rubbing against me as she did so. And after the greeting was over she didn't move away but stood close up against me with her hand on my shoulder and her right breast brushing my chest.
"This is unbelievable," I thought to myself. "This woman is kissing me and we're in a bakery queue and her naked boobs are rubbing against me and she thinks nothing of it." I put my left arm round her and stroked her bum with my hand. Simone smiled at me, moved closer still and let her hand slide from my shoulder to trace its way down my backbone. Then she kissed me on the lips.
As-tu bien dormi?" Simone asked, and then explained "You sleep well?"
"Yes thanks," I said. "I just came to buy some croissants for breakfast."
"Ah oui," she replied. "Need to eat well. Gangbangs take a lot of energy. Merci for my orgasm last night. It was great fun."
I could hardly believe my ears. Here I was waiting to buy some bread and the woman behind me in the queue was openly thanking me for fucking her (and spanking her) the night before. (That, and a lot more, was described in chapter 17.)
Our bodies parted as I turned to the girl behind the counter to ask for a baguette and four croissants but I could still feel Simone's nipples distinctly rubbing along my back.
Once I'd got my bread and jam, plus a couple of small lemon tarts that took my fancy, Simone and I said goodbye -- or, rather, "au revoir".
"Hope to see you for more fucking," she said, kissing me on the cheeks again.
"I'm looking forward to it," I replied, not sure quite what to say.
"Give Mandy a kiss from me," she called after me as I left the bakery.
As I walked back to our apartment my mind started thinking about spending another evening of free-for-all sex with Simone and Marc -- and anyone else who might happen to be around -- and my cock started to stiffen.
"You look pleased with yourself," Mandy said, looking at my semi-erect cock as I walked in with our late breakfast.
"Oh that? I happened to bump into Simone at the bakery and we were talking about gangbangs."
"Well I guess it's a common interest, so why not?" Mandy commented. "She made you quite hard, didn't she? Shall I suck you off?"
"No thanks." I said. "I'm still tired from last night's exertions. I think I'll take a day off."
Mandy took the long thin baguette in her hands and bit the crusty end off it. "Am I hearing you right, Dan?" she asked with her mouth full of fresh bread. "You don't want any sex today? Not even a blowjob? Not even if I get Simone to join us and we'll do it to you together?"
"Not even then," I answered, spreading some rather runny jam on a limp croissant. "We've had so much sex in the past week that I'm running out of energy. I just need to charge up my batteries."
"Well if you don't want sex, I'd better charge up some batteries too -- those in my vibrator," Mandy said laughing.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I don't want to let you down. I just feel like having a day of rest. It is Sunday after all."
"Yes, you're right, it's Sunday," Mandy answered. "Would you like to go to church?"