Author's comments:
Thanks for all the support and helpful comments. I write a lot, but it's technical stuff about civil engineering, this is my first venture into fiction.
Perhaps I have done this wrong, but I let my characters write the story almost as it went along, there is an overall plan, but not a tactical one, a bit like real life, where you know you go to work on Monday, but Monday night is a bit vague until it happens!
Why is the title different on the site and in the text? Well I wrote the title before I realised that the site restricts the number of letters in a title. The overall theme concerns people who live in an English village, Beth's village. Sorry, we have not got there yet, Beth and Denise are enjoying their holiday, far too much! Andrew got back home and soon got back into village life!
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The Village 06 – Yachting and sex in northern Spain
WEDNESDAY
The sun was up, Beth woke, Pierre was alongside her, looking at her, "I wondered when you would wake up." He said, kissing her lips.
"What time is it?" she said.
"Seven." he replied.
"Too early to get up." She said, spreading her arms and legs and stretching.
"That's what I thought." Said Pierre, running his hands over her body.
She laughed, "How many times a day do you have sex?" she asked, pulling away.
"On holiday, three or four." He said, "The rest of the time, it's like everyone else, weekends, that's why I try and get as many holidays as I can!"
They turned to lie on their sides, facing each other, but not touching.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked.
"You are going to ask if we make a habit of picking up naïve female tourists and having sex with them?" he said with a smile.
"Yes, she replied, "that's it, how did you know I was going to ask that?"
"They all ask that." he said.
Beth punched him playfully, "So how many of us innocent females do you trap a year?"
"Two or three pairs, between us." he said.
"So, do you use the 'the restaurant is full and there is a problem with someone's booking, can we add a table' routine, every time?" she asked.
"Not always," he replied, "sometimes we just talk to them in the bar, or meet elsewhere. There are other bars and restaurants."
"You are very well practiced." She said.
"When two attractive ladies leave their wedding rings off... I'm surprised there wasn't a crowd!"
"Huh!" she said, "Well it got what we wanted!"
"And us." He said, with a smile.
"How did you start this, you and your wives having separate holidays?" she asked.
"A little bit like you, both men and women had discussed it separately, but not been able to talk to their partners." He continued, "Then we had a nice meal, lots of wine, the tongues got loosened, and we discussed some friends who had got divorced, and were wondering why. My wife said that they should have made the effort to make their marriage more interesting, because they seemed to be bored with each other." He paused, then continued. "So, Jerome's wife wondered if swapping or just agreeing to the occasional affair would do the job." He went silent.
"So, what did you do?" asked Beth quietly.
"We discussed all the way round the topic, without agreeing anything, just like you did, it was a first attempt to raise the subject, and no one wanted to lead the conversation. We all dreaded the 'this was your idea' moment!"
"Go on," said Beth, curious how someone else had dealt with it.
"Of course," he continued, "we went home, to bed and did exactly like you, pretended we were making love to others, and calling our partners by these names. That broke the ice and enabled us to talk about it openly. We swapped wives, Jerome and I, and did it in separate rooms, then the same bed, and so on. We were refurbishing the gite, and so we put in the larger baths and showers, and other things, so we could have fun without the children being aware. We agreed to be open with each other, no secret meetings, no telling others, and this worked. We then decided that just the four of us was too dangerous, eventually there was a danger that opposite partners could become too fond of each other. So, we decided to look for other ways."
"What were those?" asked Beth, intrigued.
"We decided that short term relationships should be tried, like we are having. Good fun, different people, but little chance of a long-term relationship. So, we went on separate holidays, two men, two women, and it worked. Both pairs were successful." He continued, "So what we usually do now, is we stay at home, the men, and the women go away. There are in Italy, at a holiday villa with two men they met near here, earlier this year. They had two nights in a hotel, and met them, and they decided to go to Italy together for two weeks this summer."
"Wow," said Beth, "what a good arrangement."
"It seems to be working." Said Pierre, "The sex and loving is better with my wife."
"How does this relate to the 'Star Parties'? she asked, "You don't have to tell me..."
"But you are dying to know!" he said with a laugh. "One of our friends was in the bar one night and mentioned much the same subject. Two pairs of friends with a similar problem, sexual boredom. He suggested some form of swapping party, car keys, or cards, drawn out of a hat. All eight of us met, at the gite to discuss this, with an agreement for no sex that night, just to get to know one another. Some were concerned about keeping this quiet in our local society. So, we looked for some method of secrecy, so we decided to use the gite, it is not on a main road, so not too public, but cars are always going to the restaurant and bar. Better than going to each other's houses, where neighbours can see what is going on. We also decided on masks, for secrecy and a touch of excitement."
"How often do you meet?" asked Beth.
"Once, sometimes twice a year. In the winter, when it is dark, again for discretion." He said, "We have the log fire burning, electric heating on, and the illumination is by candles." He stopped, "We also have fire extinguishers, one of our participants is a fireman." They both laughed. "As I said to you, we meet, go to our rooms, change and come back down, with different clothes and masks. The women often re-arrange their hair, to help the disguise. Only one person knows the full list of members."
"I assume you enjoy them." said Beth.
"They are very popular, we are under pressure to have more meetings and have more members, but that goes against the principle of discretion. Imagine, you go downstairs in your mask, it is very romantic, with the fire and candles. You drink and circulate. Talking to each other, seeing who you like, perhaps getting a promise to talk later. As the night progresses, perhaps a kiss, to test the passion. There will be someone watching, when it seems that everyone has a partner, a gentle gong is sounded. The partners go upstairs, any one not in a pair, choses quickly from among those remaining. It is often difficult to see who has paired up, and who hasn't. We all agree that it is exciting to have sex with a secret partner." He stopped, "Would you like to take part, we occasionally invite guests."
She gasped, not expecting this. "I think so," she said, "but my husband..."
"Him, also, of course." Said Pierre. "I can see that the thought of it excites you," he said, reaching out. He touched her nipples, they were rock hard.
She looked at him and reached her hand out and touched his cock, it also was rock hard.
"Make love to me, please." She said.
