1/05/2017

"Porn Stories" Swinger lifestyle P2

Porn Stories Swinger lifestyle P2
Mandy had woken up and was looking at the busy section of the beach in the distance. A crowd of people were standing in a circle obviously watching a couple or two getting their kicks from having it off in public. "Would you like to go and look?" Mandy asked. 

"Not today," I said. "Today's for us. Let's go for a swim, and then just lie here for a while. And then we can go back and get ready to go out for dinner -- just the two of us."

We eventually left the beach at about 6 o'clock and strolled hand-in-hand -- Mandy "dressed" again in her tiny net wrap, wedge-heeled sandals and freshly-applied lipstick -- along a pathway that led past some of the restaurants and shops. We looked at a few menus to help us decide where to eat later, and we looked in a few shops. 

"Hey, I like that dress," I said, pointing to a totally transparent blue microdress that a naked woman with pierced nipples was holding up to look at inside one of the erotic clothes shops. (Sex Stories)

"Yes it looks like the sort of thing you'd like," Mandy answered. "Would you like me to try a few things on?" 

"Yes please," I said. "Let's find something for you to wear this evening." 

"You know, I still have a few outfits I brought from England with me that you haven't seen yet," Mandy said. 

"Yes but look, the dresses on the rail outside the shop are reduced in price," I pointed out. 

"Looks like they're reduced in length as well," she said. "Some of these are incredibly short. Still I don't suppose you'll object to that, will you darling?"

"Definitely not," I answered. 

"Then I suppose I'd better try one," Mandy said. 

The woman with the rings in her nipples had pulled on the transparent blue dress. Nothing more than a stretchy sheath with thin shoulder straps, it clung to her like a second skin -- and showed all her own skin underneath. The transparent material didn't reach her pussy and covered only half her bum. 

"Mm, not bad," I said to Mandy. 

"It looks like that's the only one, though," Mandy said. "If she decides to buy it, I'll have to look for something else."

Unfortunately the woman's partner arrived just then and told her she looked fantastic in the dress. He bought it there and then and she kept it on as she left the shop. My eyes followed her wiggling bum as she walked away, the hem of the transparent dress working its way higher up her bum as she went. 

"When you've finished ogling her, I'm going to try these on," Mandy said. 

I followed her inside the store. At first I was surprised that there was no changing room where you could try the clothes on. But then, I thought to myself, why would you need a changing room in a nudist resort? Mandy handed the two dresses she had chosen to the young woman shop assistant, handed me the net triangle from round her waist, and tried the dresses on one by one in the middle of the open-fronted shop. 

The first was black and shiny with diagonal see-through panels that showed one of her breasts, and her bum crack, but left her pussy covered -- though only just. "Not bad," I said. "Only not bad?" said Mandy. "In that case I'd better try the other."

The second dress was red and, like the black one, had shiny parts and see-through ones. However, the design was different and the red dress was even shorter. From her hips up, the entire dress consisted of clingy red material that was totally transparent, showing Mandy's perfect boobs off to total perfection. Below her hips, the lower part of the dress was in shiny opaque material but the garment was so short that Mandy's pussy lips and the bottom of her bum cheeks remained happily on show even when the hem was pulled down as far as it would go. As she walked around the store to show me, I noticed how the hem crept higher with every movement.

"That's better," I said. 

"I thought it might be," was her reply. "I'll take it," she said to the assistant, peeling the dress off again to reveal not a lot more than when she was wearing it. And after that we made our way home.

It was about 8:00 o'clock by the time we set off for dinner. Mandy had spent extra time on her makeup and seemed to do a lot of wandering around the apartment wearing only high-heeled sandals before she actually put her new dress on. My cock was rigid by the time she announced she was ready. She picked up a small blue silk scarf as we went out of the door.

Mandy obviously liked wearing her new dress. Most of it was see-through which suited her -- and certainly suited me -- just fine. As we strolled hand-in-hand down the path towards the restaurant, the clingy non-transparent bit round the bottom of the dress made no pretence of covering Mandy's pussy, and moved further up her hips as she walked. She made a few half-hearted attempts to pull it down but it didn't reach her pussy anyway and she soon gave up. 

"You know, Dan, I really enjoy having my pussy on show for you," she said. My god, I was really horny for her by the time we reached the restaurant.

When we were shown to our table I realized that Mandy had not brought her silk scarf along for warmth. She folded it neatly into four and laid it on her seat before sitting down. There was no way that the dress would go under her bum when she was sitting so she sat on the scarf instead and let the hem of her dress find its own level -- around her hips. 

We both ordered steak. As we ate a salad beforehand Mandy leaned back in her seat and put her hand between her legs. Next she leaned forward again, offering me her index finger. "Here's a little appetizer for you," she said. 

I sniffed the finger and then guided it to my mouth so I could suck the pussy juice from it. "Thanks," I said, "that tasted good." 

"My pleasure," was her answer. "You can have more later if you want." 

We ate our steak, finished off our bottle of red Bordeaux, had some ice cream for dessert, drank a coffee, and then we both downed a glass of "digestif" -- a tasty and intoxicating grappa. After that Mandy gave me another finger of appetizer to suck, we ordered some more grappa, and we talked about how much we both liked her exhibitionism. 

"I think I'll buy a dress for my s****r from one of these erotic clothes shops," she announced. "She's about my size so if it fits me it'll fit her," she said. 

"You mean if it shows your pussy it'll show hers," I added. 

Mandy laughed. "That's right. I'm sure her boyfriend will like it," she said.

"I hope I get to see her wearing it," I said. 

"Why not?" added Mandy. "When we get home we can invite them round to tell them about our holiday. I can wear this dress to show her how women here dress for an evening out, and I'll give her hers and tell her she has to try it on and show us. She won't mind. In fact, you can help me choose it and then she'll feel obliged to show you what it looks like. She quite likes you so I know she'll be happy to show her pussy off for you. She's told me that her boyfriend likes her to be an exhibitionist so he won't mind either. Maybe they can come here on holiday with us next year. I imagine you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
It sounded like my dream might come true after all. "That would be great," I said. "I'd like to see you and your s****r naked together." 

"I bet you would," Mandy replied. "I bet you'd like to see a lot more than that too. Well I'll see what I can do to fulfill your fantasy. Here, have some more appetizer." And at that she pushed her finger in her pussy once more and offered it to me to suck. She had me completely hooked -- my cock was rigid inside my jeans, I was sucking her cunt-flavoured finger, and she was telling me she might persuade her s****r and boyfriend to join our sexual escapades. 

"Mandy, you are the hottest girl I know," I said to her. 

"Good," she answered, "that's what I like to hear. Are you feeling horny?" 

"Yes of course I am," I said. "I would fuck you right now if I could."

"Well then, why don't you fuck me right now? Fuck me here on the table."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I can't fuck you here. We're in a restaurant."

"So?" was her reply as she took the empty wine bottle and placed it on the floor. "If you're horny, fuck me right here on the table. You want to, don't you? Come on then. I promise I won't stop you."

My cock was hard as iron. "I can't do it here in public," I said. "People will object."

"Well I won't object," she replied, placing the glasses on the floor beside the bottle. "Here, I'll take my dress off for you." The hem of the dress was round her waist anyway, but now she pulled it over her head and hung it over the back of her seat. Several people at other tables looked to see what she was doing but soon turned away -- after all, nudity was hardly a novelty in Port Ambonne. There were two naked couples strolling past the restaurant as we talked. 

"Come on Dan, fuck me," Mandy continued. "I swear I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Bend me over the table and fuck me from behind. Why don't you? Or just lie me on my back on the table and shaft me. I won't say no." 

"Mandy, what will people think?" I said. 

"They'll probably think I'm a slut," she answered. "But I don't mind that. At the moment I feel like being a slut. Fuck me Dan."

I was saved by the waitress who brought our bill. Maybe she thought it was time for us to go. I paid and then led Mandy away, dress in hand. 

"Enjoy your evening," the waitress said as we left. 

I went for a pee and Mandy also went to the loo before we moved on. She came out with her lipstick glistening and pulling her dress on again. She pulled it right down to her pussy lips but it seemed to spring back up an inch or so as soon as she let go, and then it slowly worked its way further up from there. 

We found a crowded bar, got a couple of beers, and stood in the middle of the half-naked crush of people watching the entertainment. A blonde woman was dancing on the bar. Judging by her performance she was a professional dancer. She was wearing only underwear when we arrived, and now we watched her remove her bra and then her red g-string. Then, to the delight of the crowd, she inserted a finger in her pussy and offered it to the crowd to lick. A guy nearby obliged, so she pushed it in her pussy again and then offered it to another. 

"Looks like she's learned your trick, Mandy," I said. 

"Looks like she has," was Mandy's reply as she reached between her legs. "Here, have some more appetizer Dan," she said, offering me yet another moist finger. 

I licked Mandy's finger as the woman on the bar was having hers licked by a woman in a red net dress. Then the finger was in her pussy again and another guy had a lick. In all I reckon she got her juicy finger licked by 10 guys and four women before she decided to dance some more. 

The bar was so packed that there was little chance to move. My arm kept brushing against the breasts of a topless woman in black shiny hotpants -- or did her breasts keep brushing against me? 

I spent most of the time caressing Mandy's naked bum. "Why did you tell me to fuck you in the restaurant?" I asked her. 

"Well you wanted to, didn't you?" she answered. "I thought you might enjoy it if I encouraged you. Fun, wasn't it?"

"Yes, I guess it was fun," I said. "So you wouldn't have really done it?" 

"What do you mean," she said. "Of course I would have done it. You decided not to fuck me, and that's OK. But if you had decided to do it, like I told you, I wouldn't have said no. We'd probably have got banned from the restaurant, but I assure you Dan I wouldn't have stopped you. You can fuck me now if you want."

"Here in this bar, standing up with all these people around us?" I asked. 

"Yes," she said, "right here." She pulled her dress up to her waist. "There, help yourself," she said. I noticed a couple of guys looking our way, but basically the bar was so crowded and there was so much tit and pussy on show that no one really took much notice of Mandy's naked lower half.

"Why are you doing this, Mandy?" I asked. 

"Doing what?" was her reply. 

"Why do you keep telling me to fuck you?" I insisted. 

"Why not?" she replied. "I mean it. I mean you can fuck me if you want. You can fuck me any time you want, anywhere you want, anyhow you want. I'm yours, so don't let's have any more talk of jealousy or breaking up. Whenever and wherever you want during this holiday you can kiss me, feel me, undress me, lick me, fuck me, wank on me, ask me for a blowjob -- tell me to do anything you want and I won't refuse you."

"Do you really mean this?" I asked.

"Of course I do," she replied. "I got really turned on hearing Sandrine talk about how she did absolutely everything Mike told her -- everything sexual that is. You can do that to me too. So far as sex is concerned, anything that you want to do to me -- though not too much pain please -- you can do it. And anything you want me to do for you, just tell me and I'll do it. I want to show you that I belong entirely to you. I've been wondering whether to make the same promise for when we get home, but that'll take a bit more courage. But for the rest of our time in Cap d'Agde, I'm entirely yours to do with as you want."

"Let's go," I said. Mandy followed me without a word, pulling her dress down an inch or two. 

Round the corner from the bar was a "discothèque libertine" -- basically a discotheque where anything goes. Single males had to pay a lot, but single women got in free and couples got in for 10 Euros each. I paid the entrance fee, took Mandy by the hand and led her inside. The discotheque had several levels -- the lowest was the bar area, then there was a raised dancefloor with low comfy seats around it, and beyond that was a darker area with an assortment of waterbeds. 

The place was busy. It was so hot you didn't really need clothes -- and from what I could see, most of the women there didn't have many. The barman gave us a couple of bottled beers without glasses. He was obviously cutting down on the washing-up. Mandy climbed on a high bar stool and sat on her silk scarf again. I leaned on the bar next to her, and we both gazed around taking in what was going on. 

A DJ was providing music with a heavy beat. In the seats around the dancefloor one woman was leaning across her partner giving him a blowjob while another with her skirt round her waist and a smile on her face was sitting on her partner's cock. The couples on the dancefloor were either moving wildly to the music with the woman showing as much tit and pussy to her partner as she could, or they were shuffling together feeling each other all over. There was also a group of people round a waterbed in the rear area but I couldn't see what was going on.

In front of us two couples in leather and PVC were fucking and sucking on the edge of the dancefloor. Both women wore black thigh-high boots with high heels -- one with stockings, thong and a cut-away plastic bra, and the other in a flared plastic skirt and a silver net vest. One sucked a guy with his pants round his ankles while the other was getting shafted from behind. They changed positions -- and partners -- from time to time, and ended up bent over face-to-face kissing each other as the guys took them from behind. 

I think both women finished with cum on their faces, but my attention was distracted by a young dark-haired woman in the tiniest top and skirt I'd ever seen. She danced in a cage at the front of the dancefloor, a studded choker round her neck and her generous boobs falling out of a black rubber boob-tube that was so narrow that it had no chance of staying in place. Her skirt was also a band of black rubber -- it can't have been more than four or five inches in length -- that covered nothing. It openly showed her piercings -- one silver ring in her clit and two others at one-inch intervals up her shaved pubic mound. Her dancing was obviously designed to show off her pubic piercings, and several times she squatted down and rubbed her pussy as her partner looked on from the bar stool next to Mandy. Eventually, without bothering to adjust either of her strips of rubber, she strode over to join him. She dragged another bar stool in front of him, knelt on it with her bum fully on show and rubbed her boobs against his face so he could lick them. 

Mandy looked at them and then at me. "Dan, I'm horny. I want you. Let's get on that dancefloor," she said, sliding off her stool. 

Mandy straightened her dress, then looked down at it and decided to pull it up again. "It's a bit tight round my hips," she said, "and I wouldn't want to split it like the skirt I wore last night."

I moved to the music but Mandy just went wild. Her dancing involved a lot of boob-caressing and pussy-patting, as well as bending over with her bum towards me and pulling her pussy lips apart. 

A group of Spaniards -- two women and four men -- had come into the discotheque just in front of us and now they moved into a space on the dancefloor beside us. The two women danced facing each other, often touching each other and sometimes kissing, as the four guys surrounded them. My attention was on my exhibitionist wife, but I couldn't help noticing the two Spanish women getting their tops pulled down and their skirts pulled up as four pairs of hands explored their bodies. Eventually one of the guys knelt between them to lick one of the pussies, while another guy fucked the other pussy from behind.

This is definitely my sort of place, I thought to myself. I'd often fantasized about a night spot where anything goes. There was certainly plenty going that evening. And Mandy was behaving like the sort of woman I'd often fantasized about too. She seemed oblivious to anything but the beat of the music and her exhibitionist urges as she shook her erotically-clad body, jerked her naked pelvis, rubbed her naked pussy, cupped her boobs in her hands, and squeezed her nipples through their flimsy see-through covering. 

Pulling her dress even higher, Mandy slapped her bum several times and then offered it to me for punishment. "Slap me Dan," she said. "I can't slap it hard enough. Give me some more spank marks like you did on Monday." 

She bent over and I willingly slapped her bum hard, leaving her with several red spank marks. She grimaced as she stood upright since the pain stung her. But when she backed up to the mirror that covered one wall and saw the red spank marks on her bum cheeks she seemed pleased with what I'd done. 

"Thanks," she said, putting her arms round my neck, wiggling her hips and rubbing her boobs against me. "I'm starting to like it when you do that."

Then she backed off a foot or so, hips gyrating to the music, and lowered herself to her knees. And there, on the dancefloor of a busy discotheque Mandy unzipped my jeans, took out my cock, pushed back the foreskin and, smiling up at me, put it in her mouth. It wasn't long before it was rigid. 

As Mandy moved her mouth along my cock and back again, I noticed that the Spanish group of two women and four men were now a mass of intertwined naked bodies on a dimly-lit waterbed. To my right was a couple who danced slowly, their arms around each other. The woman wore a pale blue transparent top with a skirt that showed her bum cheeks and white hold-up stockings. To my left there was a young woman dancing wildly in a plain black dress. It was the sort with a hem that slants diagonally and hangs lower at one side than the other. However, since the long side of the dress was barely level with her pussy, the short side was almost at her hip. She seemed to be directing her exhibitionistic performance at a guy by the bar. I assume it was her boyfriend since I saw her giving him a blowjob later. 

Mandy stood up again, took hold of my cock, and led me to a spare seat at the edge of the dancefloor. Before I sat down she unfastened my belt and pulled my jeans and thong (she'd bought me one as a surprise because she said she liked them) to my ankles. As I sat she tongued my cock some more, sucked it with gusto, and eventually turned round and sat astride it. She moved up and down, rubbing her clit and making moaning noises, using my cock to masturbate herself to a long and noisy orgasm. 

A woman who was dancing topless in a short black skirt and stockings left her partner for a few moments to stroke Mandy's breasts, to kiss her on the lips, and to offer her nipples for Mandy to suck. Then, unzipping her skirt and leaving it on the floor near us, she went back to her partner. Not long afterwards the two of them had changed partners with another couple and I saw them having a cosy little orgy on a waterbed.

Still impaled on my rigid cock, Mandy leaned round to kiss me. "That was fantastic," she said. "Anything I can do for you?"

"You can let me fuck you," I said. 

"No, I don't need to let you fuck me," Mandy answered. "You fuck me when and where you want. I'm your slut, your fuck-toy. Here in Cap d'Agde you don't ask, you just take me."

"In that case," I said, "get up, shut up, and bend over." 

Mandy did as she was told. Legs apart and bum towards me, she leaned forward. I pushed her head down towards the floor, slapped her bum cheeks as hard as I could several times, almost knocking her over, and then rammed my cock inside her gaping pussy. I heard her yelp as I took hold of her hair and yanked her head upwards again, forcing my cock in as far as it would go. 

"Yes, fuck me Dan," Mandy gasped. As I grabbed Mandy's hips and pounded her hard, a woman with just a white net minidress over her tanned skin came over and took hold of Mandy's hands to help support her. Looking up, I recognized the woman's face while Mandy, looking downwards, recognized the butterfly tattoo above her pussy. 

"Hello Jill," we said almost in unison. 

"Hello," she said. "Looks like you two are having a romantic evening out by yourselves." 

"Actually, yes," I replied. "tonight is just for the two of us -- though I'm sure we'll be back in swinging mood tomorrow."

"I hope so," Jill replied. "I just wanted to let you know we're leaving on Saturday so we thought it would be nice to have a little party on Friday night with all our new friends. We'll probably meet at the Montrose at 10:00, then come along here, and then go back to our apartment afterwards. I hope you'll come."

"We sure will," said Mandy, her bum quivering as I fucked her pussy. 

"Where's George?" I asked. 

"Oh he seems to have found something to keep him busy on one of the waterbeds at the back," she told me. "We're with three other couples and George is getting a two-girl blowjob."

"That should keep him busy for a while," Mandy said. 

"Yes it will but I'd better go and join him," Jill answered. "Don't want to miss the fun. See you Friday -- if not before." Jill said goodbye and disappeared into the half-light of the orgy rooms. 

And with that I pulled out of Mandy's pussy and turned her round. She knelt down in front of me and opened her mouth. "Yes," she said, "give it to me." 

And so I did. I could hardly deny her the faceful of cum she was craving. I squirted some into her mouth, some more onto her chin, and the rest on her cheeks, across her forehead and in her hair. 

Mandy licked my cock clean, wiped a dollop of cum from her eye, and stood up. "Let's get another drink," she said. 

I offered to get her a paper towel to wipe her face clean but she declined. "No thanks," she said, "I like it like this." 

So as soon as I had my jeans on again we walked hand-in-hand to the bar. The hem of Mandy's dress was round her hips and her face was still streaked with cum as I ordered two more beers. 

"I feel really happy," Mandy said to me. "I'm really proud to be yours, Dan. I'mve always liked being your wife, and now I'm liking being your slut, Dan. And I'm getting to enjoy having people watch us."

"Well I'm sure happy too," I told her. "It's not every day I drink at a bar with a woman with cum on her face -- and my woman and my cum at that." 

We kissed, and I tasted my spunk on her lips. "I love you, Mandy," I said.

"And I love you too," she answered. 

When we went to bed that night we both agreed that our day of devotion to each other had been a good one. We both agreed that we belonged together but that we both got turned on by our mutual exhibitionism and group sex. And we both agreed to put any thoughts of jealousy aside. From then onwards we were going to do a lot more partner-sharing and join in a lot more orgies, and we both promised that jealousy would have no place in our relationship. 
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 "ça 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 café, 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. 

"What?" I asked, looking up. 

"Over there," she said, pointing to a couple of blonde women with gorgeous tans who lay together stroking each other and kissing. 

"You like that?" I asked. 

"Yes I must admit I do," Mandy said. 

"Why don't you join them?" I asked. 

"I can't do that; I don't know them," she answered, "and anyway for now I'd just like to watch." 

She stood there by my side watching the two women as their open mouths met, their hands caressed each others' breasts, and their groins shuffled closer together. I saw one on them slip her hand between the legs of the other, and then the other did the same to the first. They paused to smile into each others' faces and then their bodies pressed together -- squirming and jerking as their pussies did some gentle bumping and grinding. 

Eventually they calmed down and Mandy looked up into my eyes. "Would you like to watch me do that?" she asked. 

"Of course," I answered, "and I'd like to join in too." 

"That's a good idea," Mandy said. I felt her hand stroke my penis. "It's even better when there's both pussy and cock on offer." We kissed, stood there with our arms around each other for a while, and then sat down on our towels.

As I looked around, I saw more of the usual groping, stroking and sucking -- and occasional fucking. Not far away from us a dark-haired woman in a leather studded collar was being licked to orgasm by a big bald guy and his female partner while her own male partner looked on. She had a noisy orgasm as her hips jerked up and down against the bald guy's face. And then all four of them had a good laugh and chatted for a while before the woman reciprocated by giving the bald guy a blowjob. 

Another beefy-looking couple a few yards behind us were fucking hard near the fence that separates the beach from the dunes. The woman's legs were in the air and her bum off the ground as the guy pounded into her. She gasped and he grunted until eventually both of them huffed and puffed to a noisy sweaty climax. None of the voyeurs seemed to think they were worth a look.

Just to our left, a young couple, maybe in their early 20s, were getting turned on -- maybe by the atmosphere or maybe just by each other. He stroked her breasts. She stroked his chest, kissed his stomach, and lay her head there as she took his half-erect cock in her hand. Smiling, she wanked the cock two or three times, moved it around as if she were examining it, and then wanked it some more. 

As she wanked the young woman had her eyes on the cock, but after every few wanks she stopped and looked around -- almost as if she was afraid someone might be looking (or was it so that she could make sure that someone definitely was looking, I wondered). Then she moved her head further down the young guy's body and took the end of his now rigid cock into her mouth. 

She wanked the cock a few more times with the end still encircled by her lips, and then a few more times as she licked it. Then she stopped and lay down beside him, as if she'd thought better of it. He was excited by now and soon had his hand on her pussy, rubbing it up and down. Then he pushed her onto her side, facing away from him and put his cock between her legs. A moment later he was inside her and she was pushing her pussy back against him. 

It was then that another young guy came and squatted down beside them. They all greeted each other, the guys shaking hands, and the girl reaching her face upwards so the newcomer could kiss her on both cheeks -- and all the while the first guy was pushing his cock in and out her pussy. They talked for a while as the fucking continued, then the girl reached out and took the newcomer's cock in her hand. He smiled, pointing to his watch. I couldn't hear all he said, but it was something about having to meet "une amie" and then something about "la fête ce soir" (the party tonight). He kissed the girl on both cheeks again, while all the time she was moving her hand up and down his cock. Then he shook hands once more with the guy who was fucking her, and stood up -- though before he did so the girl kissed his hardening cock goodbye. "A ce soir," she said, and waved as he walked away. 

I lay back on my towel, enjoying the heat of the sun on my body and imaging what kind of a party the young woman a few feet away would be going to that evening. Maybe I'll meet her in one of the clubs, I thought to myself.

Some time later Mandy was lying on her back and I was casually running my finger from her navel to her pussy when a guy came over to us and said "allo" with a strong French accent. It was Pierre from the apartment near ours. 

"Won't you come and join us?" Pierre asked, pointing to where his gorgeous naked wife Marie sat waving to us. 

"Sure thing," I said and collected up our belongings as Pierre led Mandy by the hand to where Marie was sitting. The two women kissed each other on the cheek and then settled down close together, their bodies touching, so that there was room for Pierre and me on either side of them. 

Mandy and Marie were so close in fact that as one of them turned to talk to the other their breasts touched. After it happened a few times, it was obvious it wasn't accidental. Marie whispered in Mandy's ear, and Mandy giggled and said "d'accord" -- obviously agreeing to the proposal. 

Next Marie turned to Mandy as they sat side-by-side, cupped my wife's boobs in her hands, and rubbed her own tits against them. They parted long enough for Marie to start licking Mandy's nipples and then, as Marie looked up, Mandy lowered her head to kiss Marie full on the mouth. Their tongues were soon exploring each others' mouths and they lay down face-to-face, boobs touching, pussies grinding together, and hands stroking each others' hair.

Pierre slipped his hand under Marie's bum and between her legs. I saw the expression of pleasure on her face as she felt his fingers push inside her. I did the same to Mandy. I couldn't see the expression on her face but judging by the juiciness of her pussy she enjoyed it. The two women flicked their tongues together and Marie licked Mandy's chin. Mandy encircled Marie's nose with her lips and did an up-down motion as if she were giving it a blowjob. Then they were kissing again and squirming their bodies against each other as Pierre and I pushed our fingers into their pussies from behind. 

I resisted fucking Mandy as I wanted to give her a good facial later on, and Pierre was obviously saving himself too. But we both kept up the rhythm with our fingers, intensifying the speed and pressure as the women became more excited. Their kissing was wild by now and they were writhing together. A small group of voyeurs had gathered to watch what was going on, though our little party was fairly tame compared to some things that happen on that beach. The two women pushed their pussies hard against each other as they came, then their kissing became gentler as their orgasms subsided. 

"Thank you, guys," said Mandy dreamily, and Marie followed up with a "Merci beaucoup." Then Mandy and Marie kissed each other again as if to say thank you to each other for the fun they'd had. 

It was 6:00 and not far from us a young couple were making a lot of noise as they played with each other. The woman was uttering a sound somewhere between a groan and a squeal as her partner frigged her pussy. He was talking to her loudly in French as she wanked his cock, almost as if he wanted people to hear. 

"What's he saying?" I asked Pierre. 

"He's daring her to go into the dunes with him," Pierre answered. "He's telling her that if she really likes cum as much as she says she does, she should follow him into the dunes." 

"What's so special about the dunes?" I asked. "They can make love here if they want." 

"What's so special about the dunes," he repeated, "is that if you go into the dunes it's understood that you don't mind the voyeurs joining in." 

"But I've seen people join in here on the beach," I insisted. 

"Not in the numbers you'll see among the dunes he replied," as the naked young couple got to their feet laughing and ran hand-in-hand towards the dunes. As they disappeared through a gap in the fence that separates the beach from the dunes beyond, they were watched by all the single men who'd been sitting around watching the action on the beach. And all those guys -- there must have been 50 or 60 of them at least -- seemed to get up at once to follow the young pair. 

"Would you like to go and watch?" Pierre asked.

"You bet," I said. 

"And can we come too?" asked Mandy, still with her arm around Marie. 

"Sure you can," Pierre answered, "but stay close to us or the guys may get the idea you want to join in." 

"Join in what?" Mandy asked. 

"Probably a gangbang or a bukkake," he said. 

"Wow," said Mandy, "that sounds horny. But let's just go and watch for starters."

Some other couples obviously had the same idea for half a dozen women with their partners were already following the crowd. 

"I can't wait to see this," said Mandy as we passed through the fence. 

"I don't think you'll be disappointed," Marie told her as we climbed the first dune. 

The large sand-dunes were interspersed with flat areas of reclaimed marshland with patches of long grass and clumps of bamboo in-between. The young couple had already gone over several dunes and disappeared behind a dense bamboo thicket. We had no difficulty locating them due to the long trail of guys following them, and the trail of couples who followed the guys. 

By the time we reached them the young woman was on her knees with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. She had one hand between his legs, massaging behind his balls. However, she made no attempt to wank him or give him a skilful blowjob. Instead she just let him fuck her mouth. 

Most of the people who followed kept a respectable distance -- which enabled us all to get a good view -- but half a dozen guys were closing in, wanking as they did so. The boyfriend signaled to them not to get too close and they stopped in their tracks, still wanking. Very polite, I thought, but then I guess they knew they would get their turn soon enough.

The young couple obviously enjoyed an audience. As he fucked his girlfriend's mouth the young guy called to one of the nearby wankers and pointed to his girlfriend's face. The wanking voyeur strolled over to them, stood beside the girl and continued to wank just inches from the girl's face. A moment later he came, shooting several jets of sperm across her forehead and into her hair. Straight away the boyfriend, still using his girlfriend's mouth as a fuck-hole, told the first wanker to move away and called to another one to do his stuff. And, sure enough, a second stranger came over and wanked till he ejaculated on the young woman's face. Then he too was told to back off as another was invited to show what he could do -- which he did only too readily. 

After six or seven guys had come on the woman's face, the boyfriend started to fuck her mouth wildly and then pulled back so everyone got a good view as his cum spurted between her open lips. She licked him clean, and then he stepped aside and invited another guy to take his place. It was all very orderly and all the guys seemed to respect that the boyfriend was in control. They were all obviously enjoying this gang-wank but they also recognized that they were expected to give both the woman and her boyfriend the sexual fun they were seeking. 

As each fresh cock appeared before her face, the young woman took it in her mouth and sucked it -- always making sure that she got a good drenching. At the same time she started frigging her pussy. If the men shot their loads on her face or tits, all well and good. When they came in her mouth she let the cum dribble down her chin and onto her breasts. Her boyfriend produced a small digital camera and pointed it at his girlfriend's face as the 11th or 12th cock spurted its spunk onto her. He made no attempt to take photos of the guys -- he just shot pictures of his girlfriend's upper half getting plastered with more and more cockloads of cum.
My cock was sticking out rigid in front of me by this time. Mandy leaned against me and stroked it. "Do you want to have a go?" she asked. "I don't mind if you do." 

"Not now," I answered. "I'm saving my cum for you tonight." 

"Oh thanks, Dan," she said. "You're a real gentleman."

The cum-coated woman was still kneeling as cock after cock did its duty, but by now she was frigging herself like crazy. After the 18th or 19th cockload, she flopped backwards onto the sand, spreading the cum from her breasts all over her stomach and massaging it into her pussy. The boyfriend allowed two more guys to stand over her and wank on her stomach and then she came. It was the loudest orgasm I'd ever heard; she almost yelled out in pleasure as the pangs of lust swept through her. 

As she calmed down, she wiped the cum from her eyes and smiled through the cum-glaze on her face as her boyfriend took some more photos. Then she got to her feet and the two of them set off hand-in-hand back to the beach. As they did, she turned -- still dripping with cum -- and waved to the guys who'd coated her. "A demain," she called out -- a tantalizing promise that she'd be back for more the next day.

We followed them back to the beach. They ran straight to the sea -- presumably to wash her clean. Then Mandy and I prepared to leave. 

"Are you doing anything special this evening?" Pierre asked. 

"Well, when we've eaten we'll probably go to the Montrose bar and see if our English friends are there," I answered. 

"We'd love to invite you to eat out with us," Pierre said. "We're going to the restaurant right next to the Montrose. We could meet there at 8 o'clock or so and then you could either go and find your friends or come with us to one of the clubs." 

"We'd love to invite you," Marie added. 

"OK," I said. "We'll meet you at eight at the restaurant." 

"Great, said Mandy, "then we won't have to cook. See you later." And with that, she and Marie gave each other a long lingering kiss on the mouth. 

"I'm looking forward to it," Marie said. 
During the afternoon of the sixth day of our holiday we'd met our French neighbours Marie and Pierre on the swingers beach. After all the sun and sex on the sand we'd arranged to meet our new French friends for dinner. 

On Thursday evening Mandy and I arrived early at the restaurant where we were due to meet Pierre and Marie. Pierre had told me he would reserve a table for four on the terrace, but since we didn't know his surname we couldn't ask which one it was. So we waited nearby, getting an eyeful of the barely-dressed women customers and passers-by. 

As we waited, I watched two couples strolling past hand-in-hand. The men's clothes were pretty cool, but the women were totally hot. One woman, about 30, had on skin tight and incredibly low-slung satin trousers, high heels, and a black lace top with nothing at all under it so you could see her tits clearly. In those satin pants you could see the top of her bum cleft too. I don't know how they stayed up. The other woman wore a tiny black imitation leather dress with various-sized diamond-shaped panels cut out of it, and a pair of black knee-length boots. One breast was almost completely on show, as was most of the other. Her pussy was covered though there were diamond cut-outs showing plenty of flesh of either side of it. I turned to look after she'd gone past and saw that a strategically placed cut-out showed a large diamond-framed view of her naked bum.

Mandy saw my eyes follow the woman with the cut-out dress. "Shall I walk around a bit so you can watch me too?" Mandy asked me. 

"Yes, why not," I answered. "You know I'm a dedicated voyeur." 

"Oh I sure know that," said Mandy, "and since I'm turning into a dedicated exhibitionist we should get on well together." And with that she strode away from me. 

Mandy was wearing an outfit she'd brought with her from England. I'd never seen it before and she said she bought it specially for the holiday. It certainly didn't look like she'd bought it to walk down the high street back home. Above her black stiletto-heeled shoes she wore a fishnet body stocking with two spaghetti straps over her shoulders. You could see all of Mandy through the black fishnet – and the holes were big enough so her erect nipples stuck right through. The body suit had an open crotch so my normally modest wife had chosen to wear a skirt. It was not a very long one, admittedly, but it was definitely a skirt – a little red tartan kilt that came together at the side and fastened with one button on the waistband. 

However, my normally modest wife was now my newly exhibitionistic wife she had been a bit concerned that the skirt might be too long. I had measured it before she put it on, and it was a full nine inches, but since it hung from her waist rather than her hips I assured her that it didn't cover the bits she wanted to show. The bottom of her bum cheeks could be seen at the back, and at the front there were tantalizing glimpses of her open crotch. Since the skirt had so many pleats, it swung out and showed even more as she turned around – and she seemed to be doing a lot of turning as she walked up and down for me. 

"Do you like the way this skirt swings?" she called to me as she spun round so that it swung right out and showed her naked pussy. 

"I sure do," I called to her. And judging by the men's heads that turned, quite a few other guys liked it too. 

"Look Dan, I can touch my toes," she shouted. So saying she turned her back to me and bent right over to touch them, which made her skirt ride up way above her bum and gave anyone who was looking a clear view of her pink pussy lips. And to Mandy's delight there were quite a few people looking.

"I think Mandy likes the atmosphere here," a woman's voice said to me. It was Marie, standing beside me with Pierre. I'd been so enthralled by my wife's exhibitionism that I hadn't noticed them arrive. 

Marie kissed me on each cheek and I shook hands with Pierre. When Mandy eventually straightened up she walked over to us, kissing Pierre on the cheeks and kissing Marie full on the lips. 

"I like your outfit," Marie said to her. "Fully dressed but showing everything."

"And I like yours too," Mandy said, stepping back to admire Marie's underwear – for that was all she had on. 

"I thought it was rather warm to wear a dress," said Marie, clad in an expensive-looking burgundy lace push-up bra with matching suspender belt and transparent thong. Her stockings were a natural colour (with seams, I noticed) and her strappy sandals were brown with very high heels. 

"I know I won't be needing the thong later on," Marie said, "but I don't think the set looks right without it." 

The waiter showed us to our table and Marie advised Mandy to sit on her serviette. "The waiter will bring you another for your lap if you want," Marie said. "They're used to female customers with bare bums and pussies who want something to put on the seat."

After we'd ordered the food, Mandy asked about the young woman we'd seen in the dunes during the afternoon. "She must have had 19 or 20 men jerk off on her," Mandy said to Pierre and Marie. "Does that sort of thing happen often?" 

"Every couple of days or so," Pierre answered. "When there are families here, it hardly happens at all. But in September when there are mainly couples without c***dren it gets to be quite popular. Not during the day because the police chase people out of the dunes. The area is supposed to be a nature reserve, after all. But in the evening from six o'clock things warm up and you get the occasional gangbang or bukkake. Some women like it, their partners like to watch, and the crowd of guys seem to appreciate it."

"It seems a bit extreme," I said. 

"But that's the attraction," Marie explained. "Bukkake is quite popular among swingers in France at the moment. Many women do it just to see how far they can go. Plenty of private clubs arrange bukkake evenings." 

"It really turned me on," Mandy said. "My pussy got really hot as I watched her getting jizzed on."

"A lot of women try it to find out what it's like," Marie said. "Not all of them do it again, but you'd be surprised how many say they really like it. We have a friend in Paris who enjoys it so much that her husband organized a bukkake evening for her birthday. She had 30 guys come on her – including her husband and Pierre." 

"And did you go to the party too?" Mandy asked. 

"Yes I had to help get the guys ready," said Marie. "I spent the evening sucking cocks but wasn't allowed to let any of them come on me."

"In fact you'll probably see Annette and Paul – those are their names," Pierre said. "They're coming here at the weekend."

"Have you tried bukkake, then?" Mandy asked Marie who didn't seem at all to mind the personal question. 

"I first tried it here a couple of years ago," Marie answered. 

"Just once?" Mandy was keen to know the details. I could see from the look in her eyes that the conversation was turning her on. 

"Just once that holiday," Marie said. "And I did it a couple of times last year too. Not this year so far." 

"Do you enjoy it?" I put in. 

"I don't mind it but it doesn't really turn me on just to get coated in sticky stuff." 

"But she likes gangbangs," Pierre added. 

"Yes," said Marie, "I love having a crowd of guys fuck me one after the other. And nowadays gangbangs often end up in a bukkake so I'm getting used to it."

"I have the impression that Mandy would like to try it," Pierre said to me. 

"I think she would. She's developing quite a liking for cum," I said. 

"You wouldn't mind if she tried a bukkake?" he asked. "Some men do." 

"No I wouldn't," I answered. "I want her to get the most out of this holiday. We came here for sexual adventures and I love having a horny wife. I guess you do too." 

"Absolutely," he answered, putting his arm round Marie's shoulder and slipping his hand inside her bra. She turned to him and kissed him, and he pushed the bra cup aside to reveal her left breast with its nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

"You know, I really would like to try a gangbang and a bukkake," Mandy said. 

Pierre moved his hand but Marie made no attempt to straighten her bra, leaving her left boob on show. "Well if you want we can do it together for your first time," Marie said. "And if you find you like the bukkake more than the gangbang, the guys can fuck me first and then come all over you. We'd make a good team."

"How many men do you gangbang at a time?" Marie asked. I was quite amazed at the personal nature of our conversation and how everyone was so open about their sex lives. 

"Well for a gangbang you need at least six or seven," Marie explained. "But the most I've had at one time was here in the dunes at Cap d'Agde one evening last year." 

"I counted 23 guys," Pierre said. "Marie was one all fours and they each fucked her from behind. About half of them came in their condoms as they fucked her, or shot their loads on her back, but the rest pulled out before they came and jizzed on her face or in her hair." 

"Oh my god," Mandy said to Marie. "That must have been fantastic." 

"Yes it was fun," Marie said. "I like being used like that by a bunch of strangers once in a while. But of course it's always more intimate to fuck with friends." 

"This place makes me want to be really slutty," Mandy said. 

"I think it just makes you more open about the things you enjoy sexually," Pierre said, "and it allows you to experience things that you probably would never dream of doing at home." 

"Maybe that's it," Mandy said. "I just know that at the moment it turns me on to think of a crowd of guys coming all over me. I'm getting really hot inside just thinking about it." 

I parted her legs and pushed a finger inside her pussy as she sat there. "She's right," I said. "She's dripping on her serviette." My finger was glistening with her cum as I pulled it out and licked it clean. 

The waiter arrived with our meal and our conversation turned to more mundane topics – like where we all came from, what we did for a living, and what places near Cap d'Agde are worth a visit. Pierre and Mandy told us, for instance, that the hilltop town of Agde has a street market twice a week, as well as a red-hot swingers' club. They described the beautiful medieval cathedral in the ancient town of Narbonne – and how the sex cinema there has evenings for couples once a week where everyone watches everyone else wanking, frigging, sucking and fucking just like on the screen. They told us about the picturesque university town of Montpellier with its magnificent art gallery, and its sex shop which has a huge video cabin complex where couples openly fuck and let others – sometimes a lot of others – join in. 

"Of course, the most interesting place is Carcassonne," Pierre said. 

"And what can you do there? Fuck in the street?" I asked. 

"Not at all," Pierre said seriously. "Carcassonne is a perfect example of a medieval walled city. It was a centre of the Cathars who were massacred as heretics, and of the Knights Templar who were wiped out too and who, so the legend has it, held the secret of the Holy Grail."

"Wow, I didn't know there was so much history around here," Mandy said. 

"Plenty of it," said Marie as she finished her meal. "But don't let's talk about history just now. Let's decide where we're going next. Would you like to come with us to the "G" club?" 

"What happens there?" I asked. 

"Whatever you want to happen," was the reply. "There's a bar and a fairly large disco, and downstairs there are rooms with waterbeds to accommodate couples, foursomes, or larger groups – whatever you fancy." 

"So all the sex takes place downstairs?" Mandy asked. 

"Not at all," said Marie. "You'll see fucking on the bar stools and blowjobs on the dancefloor, but if you want an orgy it's usually best to do it where people aren't trying to dance around you."

So, after Pierre had paid the bill and we'd thanked him we all set off for the "G" club. Pierre and I walked together, while Mandy and Marie walked side-by-side with their arms around each other and their hands on each other's bums. The Montrose bar was in full swing as we walked past. Several bar-top dancers were in various stages of undress – and most of the female customers didn't have much on either. 

The "G" club is right at the sea-front so we made our way there along a wide pedestrian pathway between rows of holiday apartments. We passed quite a few couples who seemed to be out for an evening stroll, though all the women were in erotic outfits – dresses without underwear, underwear without dresses, and one woman in only shoes, stockings and a couple of gold chains round her waist. 

Four young women were laughing loudly and making a lot of noise as they walked along. They had no men with them and looked like they were out for a night of clubbing together. All their outfits were wildly sexy, and there wasn't one that had her pussy covered. Two had skirts so short their pussies showed, the third had a see-though dress with nothing under it, and the fourth had on a black vinyl blouson jacket, a pair of black thigh boots, and nothing round her middle at all. 

Entrance to the "G" club was not cheap, but then the place was like an up-market night club. Male customers were required to dress tidily, and female customers had to be sexy to get in. There was even a sign saying that women in trousers were not allowed. Males without female partners had to pay double the price of a male-female couple so, while there were plenty of single males in the club, they were hardly riff-raff. The place was heaving with people. Most of the women and quite a few of the guys were wearing very little. Several women had nothing on at all apart from their shoes.

Pierre and I found our way to the bar while Marie and Mandy headed straight for the dancefloor. We downed our beers in record time since it was so hot in there. We looked for our wives on the dancefloor. There were a few couples dancing together, gradually undressing each other as they did so, but most of the dancers were women – showing themselves off for their partners or for anyone else who was watching. Mandy and Marie were dancing together – in a dance that seemed to involve a lot of contact. Marie was openly caressing Mandy's boobs – but that was fairly tame considering that not far away a woman in just her stockings was bending over as some guy shafted her from behind. 

"I like it when Marie does a lesbian show for me," Pierre said. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I said. "I like it too. Mandy's never been intimate with a woman before this holiday, so far as I know, but she's learning to enjoy it." 

By this time Mandy had pulled Marie's bra off her shoulders and their dancing had slowed while she sucked on Marie's nipples. Marie noticed we were watched, said something to Mandy, and they both waved. Then, as if to make the point that this was for us too, they kissed each other full on the mouth, groping each others breasts as they did so. 

Mandy unclasped Marie's bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she unfastened the one button on her skirt, so that it joined the bra at their feet. Marie squatted in front of Mandy and started licking her pussy through the open crotch of her body stocking. Mandy was clearly having a good time because she peeled the narrow straps of her body stocking off her shoulders and bared her breasts completely, rolling her nipples between her fingers. As Marie stood up again, they kissed once more and Marie let Mandy have a taste of her own cum juice. 

Then it was Mandy's turn to squat. As she did so, she pulled down Marie's see-through burgundy thong and put it on the little pile of garments on the floor. I watched fascinated as my wife set about licking the pussy of a woman she'd met only two days before in the middle of a crowded night club. As Mandy sucked on Marie's pussy lips, another woman dressed only in a brief vinyl skirt came over and licked Marie's nipples for a while before dancing off to a crowd of guys who were watching the exhibitionist dance show. She spoke to two of them and then led them to a door at the back of the club. 

"Let's give our girls a bit of action, shall we?" Pierre said. 

"Whatever you say," I replied. "What do you have in mind?" 

"Just a little gangbang for the two of them – and maybe a bukkake for Mandy if she wants one. Nothing too extreme of course. Just something to let her experience what it's like."

Pierre didn't wait for my response. He was already on his way to Marie and Mandy. "Combien?" he asked Marie in French. "Trois ou quatre, plus Dan et toi," was her reply. 

"Three or four what?" Mandy asked. 

"Why men of course," said Marie. "I'll have that one in the black shirt and the one on the left in the leather pants, Pierre. You choose two as well Mandy. We'll share them of course."

"You mean we're really going to have a gangbang?" Mandy asked astonished. 

"Why yes, and you can have a bukkake too if you want," was Marie's reply. "I think four guys plus Dan and Pierre is probably enough to get you started – till you know whether you like it or not." 

"O my god," Mandy said, looking at the crowd of guys she was being asked to choose from. She was hesitant to begin with but then swallowed hard and decided to go through with it. "OK then, I'll have the tall one with long dark hair and the blue shirt open to his belly button, and I'll have the black guy in the white trousers too." 

No sooner had Mandy spoken than Pierre went over to our ladies' four choices and spoke to them, pointing to our two ladies. Mandy and Marie picked up their cast-off clothes. And a moment later we were leading the four chosen guys through the door at the back, past a couple of security guards, and downstairs to a complex of various-sized rooms with large open doorways and with giant heavy-duty waterbeds in them at least three foot deep. 

"Single guys can't come down here unless a couple invites them," Pierre explained. "As you can see, quite a lot get invited." 

I glanced into one room with a large mass of bodies on the waterbed. There seemed to be three or four women and twice as many men, and all of the women had more than one hole occupied. In a smaller room two couples were having a modest foursome. In yet another room, the woman who had licked Marie's nipples was getting shafted fore and aft, while at the other end of the same waterbed another woman was getting the same treatment. 

There were no small rooms left so we settled for a large one with two 12-foot waterbeds in it. One was already occupied by two women and four guys so Marie led Mandy to the other. They sat on the edge of the waterbed – Marie in just stockings and suspenders, and Mandy with her open-crotch body stocking pulled down to her waist – and their four chosen guys crowded round them, openly feeling their tits. 

Marie told the guys to take off their shirts and then unzipped one of the guys she'd chosen, took out his cock and started to lick the full length of it. Seeing what was expected of her, Mandy unzipped one of her guys and proceeded to give him a blowjob too. The other guys unzipped themselves so that each woman had two cocks at her disposal – the first to suck and the second to wank, and then the first to wank and the second to suck. 

Both the tall guy and the black guy spoke to Mandy but she didn't seem to understand their colloquial French. In any case, by this time she had both their cocks in her mouth at the same time so she was in no position to say much at all. But I could tell from her eyes that she was getting more and more excited.
Marie spoke to all four of the guys who by now were stark naked. "She's telling them that her friend wants a gangbang and a bukkake as well," Pierre explained to me. 

"Marie's saying they can use her to warm up but that they have to save the cum shower for Mandy." 

"And what do we do?" I asked. 

"Whatever we want," was Pierre's reply. "Why don't you have Mandy first and I'll have Marie. And then we'll swop. These guys either can watch for a while or they can use any hole that's unoccupied. Marie won't mind, and I don't think Mandy will, do you?" 


"I shouldn't think so," I said. "I think she's in her 'let's show everyone what a slut I am' mood again." So saying we both stripped off to take our places in our wives pussies. 

The four guys stepped back respectfully as Pierre and I took first go at the pussies that were on offer. "Oh Dan, I'm pleased you're the first to fuck me. Make sure you're the first to cum on me too, won't you." 

"Of course," I said as I pushed repeatedly into her hot and juicy love-hole. A few minutes of fucking later, Pierre signaled to me to change pussies with him and I moved over to Marie who welcomed me with a long "Aaaah" with a French accent as I pushed her onto her back, pushed her legs into the air, and started eating her pussy with a vengeance. Afterwards I pushed my cock into her cunt, and her two guys knelt on the waterbed on either side of her so she could suck their cocks in turn. Mandy was a few feet away, wanking a cock in each hand and gasping with pleasure as Pierre pounded her pussy. 

Marie spoke in French – it sounded as if she were giving instructions.

"She's saying that everybody should gangbang Mandy first, then they can do it to Marie, and then they're to give Mandy a bukkake," Pierre explained. I nodded as I fucked his wife. 

"I'm not sure I can really go through with this," said Mandy. 

"It's a bit late to back out now," I told her. 

"You're right," she answered. "It's too late to stop it. So come on you guys, give me all you've got." 

Although she spoke in English, they seemed to get the message. I pulled out of Marie who gave me a blowjob as Pierre started to fuck her and the four guys all concentrated on Mandy. Pierre had s**ttered some condoms on the bed for the guys to use while they were fucking our women. At one stage I noticed Mandy had a cock in her pussy, one in her mouth and one in each hand. Not long afterwards, she had two in her mouth, and I had the impression she'd have got an anal fuck too if she hadn't said she wasn't ready for one.

I almost came in Marie's mouth as I watched my wife giving the deepest deep-throat blowjob she could manage to the black guy who lay on his back on the bed. Then she crawled over him and eased her cunt onto his cock as she took the cocks of two other guys into her mouth. Then the long-haired guy came up behind her, parted her butt cheeks and soon had one finger, then two, in her anus. In broken English he offered to fuck her up the bum but she shook her head. (She told me later that she would have liked to do it but it would be too uncomfortable without lubricant – so when she prepared for another gangbang the following week she lubricated her anus well beforehand.)

Pierre and I moved from Marie and he told the guys to get on with gangbanging her. Marie was hot at the thought of it. I could see her pussy glistening as droplets of her juice dripped onto the waterbed. 

Mandy pulled her bum off the Italian guy's fingers, her pussy off the black guy's cock, and her mouth off the remaining pair of penises. Then, on her hands and knees, she started to gobble Pierre's cock as soon as he got near her, pausing only to tell me to get my cock inside her quickly. 

"I need to feel you in me, Dan," Mandy said. I rubbed the head of my rigid cock up and down her gaping pussy two or three times, then pushed it firmly inside her as far as it would go. "Oh yes, harder," she said, but before she could say more Pierre had f***ed her mouth onto his cock again. 

Mandy responded well to Pierre's f***eful approach. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her willing mouth as far onto his continental cock as it would go. 

Normally Mandy is an independent woman who likes to make her own decisions. But since we'd been in the erotic atmosphere of Cap d'Agde, she seemed to have developed a sexual preference for being used. She'd told me several times in the last three days that she was happy to be my fuck-toy. She'd even encouraged me to slap her and take her violently the day before. She'd talked openly about getting gangbanged and having a bunch of guys cover her in their cum. Now here she was letting a French guy she'd only known for a few hours f***e her into extreme oral sex – and she made no attempt to object. 

Although I've always loved Mandy's independent streak, this holiday was bringing out her total readiness to be nothing but a sex object. In Cap d'Agde she was perfectly happy for men to see her as a slut – and to use her as one too. It really turned me on. So much so that I couldn't wait to see what she was going to do tonight. I pulled out of her pussy and told her to get ready for a faceful. She abandoned Pierre's swollen cock and, like a true slut, knelt down in front of me as I wiped my cock on her face leaving streaks of her own cum. Then she licked the head of my cock as I wanked it. 

My entire body quivered with pleasure as I came on her face. The first jet of spunk went in her mouth but the rest hit her forehead and then proceeded to drip down her face as she licked my cock clean. Pierre was soon at my side and came as she turned her face to him. He too gave her one mouthful and then shot the rest over her cheeks and nose.

While Pierre and I shared Mandy, Marie was on her back with four guys taking turns at her pussy, tits and mouth. They moved clockwise round her, taking turns at getting sucked, caressing her left breast, fucking her pussy, and sucking her right nipple – as well as exploring every other part of her body. Like Mandy, Marie was enjoying being taken by random strangers who were using her body for their sexual pleasure – and giving her a good time too. Judging by the muffled screams and other noises she made, she seemed to come several times.

When she saw Mandy get a double facial from Pierre and me, Marie told her gangbang studs to see what they could do for Mandy's complexion. The guy at her left tit turned round and faced Mandy, wanking as he did so and pulling off his condom. Mandy had cum all over her face and it had dripped onto her tits but she told him in English to give her some more. Still kneeling, she put her sticky mouth around his cock and pushed onto it, then pulled off and gently flicked her tongue against the glans at the end of it. 

Marie soon found her right tit abandoned too as another guy left her to stand over Mandy and offer her his cock to suck. Mandy was happy to oblige. She was massaging the first guy between his legs as he wanked a few inches from her face, and now she opened her mouth to receive the second guy's cock. My own cock had gone hard again just watching her. She sucked first one cock, then the other, wanking whichever one was not in her mouth until both guys were showing signs of being ready to come. Then, still kneeling, she leaned back slightly, one hand rubbing her pussy and the other playing with her nipples. 

The first guy sure had a long-range cock. He shot three jets of cum a good six inches into Mandy's hair, another onto her forehead and the rest onto her chin. The second was not far behind – he splattered her fair and square between the eyes and on the tip of her nose, and then emptied himself onto her ample breasts. She was just trying to clear the cum from her eyes when the third guy arrived and shot his creamy load straight away, drenching her face and sending a couple of cockfulls into her waiting mouth as well. 

Marie thanked the black guy for giving her another orgasm, then told him that Mandy was in need of yet more cum. He pulled off his condom as he approached Mandy and pulled back the foreskin of his magnificent cock. 

"You want more cum?" he asked in English. 

"Yes please," Mandy answered politely, and the guy started jerking his cock in his hand as he surveyed my cum-drenched wife massaging the thick white fluid into her breasts and pussy. He wasn't long in coming, and he gave her what seemed the largest spunk-load of all – in her hair, on her cheeks, in her mouth, and – when she held her hand out – into the palm of her hand as well. She slapped the handful of spunk onto her pussy and rubbed it frantically as the black guy squeezed his last drops of cum into her upturned mouth. 

Mandy was still kneeling when she came, masturbating herself to a noisy orgasm as the cum of six men ran down her face and dripped onto her boobs. As her orgasm subsided, there was the sound of applause from the next waterbed. With all the debauchery going on before my eyes, I'd forgotten the two-girl four-guy orgy on the next bed. They had paused to watch our show, and they obviously appreciated Mandy's first bukkake.

"How do you feel?" I asked Mandy. 

"Oh Dan," she replied, getting unsteadily to her feet, "that was incredible. What do I look like?" 

"I can hardly see your face for cum." I told her. "You're plastered in it."

"I think you may have smudged your make-up," Marie said. "But I'm sure you'll be pleased with the way you look." Marie led the cum-coated Mandy out of the room into the corridor where there were several large floor-to-ceiling mirrors. 

"Oh my god," said Mandy as she saw her reflection. And then she started laughing. "Is that really me?" she said. "Dan, I really did it. I had my first bukkake." 

The corridor was fairly crowded with people coming and going. Some walked past as if seeing a woman drenched from face to pussy in cum was the most normal thing in the world. Others looked admiringly at her. The woman who had kissed Marie's nipples on the dance floor had now finished her two-man shag and was walking past with a sticky face of her own. She went straight up to Mandy. 

"Your first bukkake? Congratulations. I hope you have many more," the woman said. Then she pulled Mandy to her and kissed her on the mouth, then licked her cheeks and chin, then kissed again. "I'm Clara," she said. "Maybe we can meet up sometime. I'll be here most nights this week." And then she walked away with her two guys in tow. 

Pierre and I went back into the room to put our clothes on. We collected Marie's bra and thong and Mandy's skirt too. Pierre thanked the four guys for their contribution to our wives' pleasure and then we rejoined our women who were still in the corridor chatting to a friend of Marie's. 

"Do you want to clean up before we go back upstairs?" Marie asked Mandy. 

"Maybe I'd better," was my wife's reply. "This stuff keeps getting in my eyes." 

They disappeared into the ladies' room for five minutes and came out with their faces clean and their make-up fixed. Mandy still had cum in her hair. "I wanted to keep something as a souvenir," she said as she kissed me and rubbed my crotch. She had her fishnet body stocking and skirt on again and Marie had put on her bra and thong – they looked almost respectable once more. 

Pierre said there were lots more clubs to try but we were too tired to visit them that night so we all strolled back to our apartments together. Mandy and Marie walked side-by-side again and kept touching and stroking each other. It was nearly two in the morning but the night was hot and there were plenty of people still around. 

Mandy unbuttoned her skirt and carried it in her hand. "My pussy needs some fresh air," she said. 

"You mean you like showing it to everyone," Pierre said. 

"I suppose I do," Mandy answered. "I love the feeling of having the most private part of my body on public view." 

"And so do I," added Marie, pulling down her thong and stepping out of it. And with two naked pussies in tow, Pierre and I led the way home. 

Mandy had already made up her mind she wanted to visit the market in Agde the next day. We'd been told we'd need to get up early to see it because it finished by mid-day, so we even declined Pierre's invitation to join them for a goodnight shag. "Perhaps another time," he suggested. 

"Yes definitely," I told him. "We'd love to fuck with you again, wouldn't we Mandy?" 

"Of course we would," she confirmed. "Thank you both very much for the delicious meal, gangbang and bukkake." 

"Were all of them delicious?" Marie asked her. 

"You bet," Mandy answered licking her lips. "So delicious that next time I think I might try bigger portions." 
We were up and having breakfast by 9:00 on the Friday morning. We'd decided to go to the market in the old town of Agde and we wanted to be there early since Pierre and Marie, who we'd been out with the night before, had told us it would be over by lunchtime. By 9:45 we'd both showered and dressed – or at least I had. Mandy had some pink rubber flip-flops on her feet and was putting on lipstick and mascara but otherwise she was still naked. 

"Hurry up and put some clothes on," I said. "We're supposed to be going out to see the local sights." 

"You mean the sight of my boobs and pussy isn't enough for you," she asked. "Oh well, if I really must wear something." She disappeared into the bedroom and came out with her white denim miniskirt and spaghetti-strap top in her hand. "I'll put them on when we get to the car," she said.

We walked to our bright green Renault Clio which was parked in the shade of the building. Although it was not yet 10:00 the air was hot and Mandy turned right round several times with her arms held out and her face turned up to the sun. 

"I love having the sun on my naked body," she said. 

"Yes but we're going outside the resort so you'd better wear something for a few hours at least," I told her as I held the passenger door open for her. 

"I guess you're right," Mandy answered. "If we go out of the resort I suppose I'll have to cover up a bit. But I'll still keep my pussy on show for you while we're in the car if you like." 

She held out her white denim skirt with the ragged cut-off hem and stepped into it, zipping it and buttoning it at her waist. There wasn't much of it but it did manage to hide her pussy as she stood there. She turned to show me the back – it even covered her bum cheeks while she remained bolt upright without moving. Then on went the stretchy cotton top. It was a tight fit and the white material was thin enough for the dark aureoles of her nipples to show quite clearly through it. 

Mandy gave me a generous display of shaved pussy as she got in the car. "Maybe we can find some places where I can take photos of you flashing in public," I said. 

"Great idea," was her reply. "It's a pity that photography is not allowed in the bars and clubs here at Cap d'Agde. Still, while we're out I'll pose for some pictures for you. Just tell me what you want me to do and you can photograph me doing it."

It can't be more than 15 miles from the coast to the small town of Agde but the road is narrow with too much traffic and the Agde public car park was full. So it nearly 11:00 by the time we pulled into a space in a back street on the edge of the hilltop town. 

Mandy had lived up to her promise and given me a good display of pussy on the way to Agde, though she was disappointed by the single-lane road. "The next time we go out let's take the motorway," she said. "Then I can show off to truck drivers when you overtake them."

We followed the general flow of people along the cobbled streets lined by stone buildings until we reached the market square. The square was full of market stalls and thronged with people so we edged our way along with the crowd, admiring the heaps of fruit and vegetables, the rows of bottles of local wine, the cut-price pots and pans, the piles of socks and shoes, and the rails full of women's clothes. 

At one stage we got so hemmed in by the crowd that we couldn't move forward. Mandy, who was in front of me, leaned back against me. I dropped my hands to her bum and pulled up the back of her miniskirt. She made no objection as I slipped my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. "Yes please," she said as we stood there with hundreds of people around us, so I slipped a finger inside her, then two. Mandy turned to face me, put her arms round my neck, and kissed me. Then the crowd started moving again and we had to move with them. "What a pity," she said. "I was just starting to enjoy that."

We found a part of the market where the crowd was thinner and bought some fruit and vegetables. Mandy found a stall selling the most way-out shoes, some of them with ridiculously high heels. She tried some on and could barely walk in them, but nevertheless she decided to buy a couple of pairs – some red sandals with five-inch heels and straps round the ankles, and a pair of cheap and tacky high-heeled thigh boots in leopard-skin patterned plastic.

"Do they look trashy?" Mandy asked, trying on the boots in front of the stall and showing plenty of bum and pussy to passers-by as she did so. 

"Yes, very trashy, but they're also very sexy," I replied. "They make you look really slutty." 

"Great," she said. "I don't expect they'll be very comfortable, but I'm happy if they turn you on."

"I'm sure they'll turn a lot of men on," I said. 

"Even better," was Mandy's reply. "The more the merrier."

After that we passed by a clothes stall where Mandy bought a blue denim skirt, a white lace skirt with a lining and a cheap red stretchy minidress. She tried them all on behind a couple of curtains rigged up for the purpose and in each case chose a size that was too small. 

"You can hardly squeeze into those," I warned her as she bought them. 

"I'm not planning to squeeze into them," she said. "I'm planning to spill out of them. After a few alterations they'll be fine, I assure you." 

An hour later, with a bag of wholesome-looking vegetables, a bottle of sophisticated-looking local wine, and a collection of slutty-looking clothes for Mandy, we sat at a table outside a café to watch the world go by. As the waitress put our drinks on the table, I gazed at the shape of her bra-less breasts and the darkness of her nipples that were just visible through her white cotton blouse. And as she walked away I watched the movement of her butt cheeks under her tight black skirt. 

"You can't keep your eyes off other women, can you Dan?" 

"It's difficult," I answered Mandy. "The waitress is quite cute." 

"Oh I don't mind," said Mandy. "When you look at other women it reminds me to do more to keep your attention." So saying, she leaned back in her chair and edged her skirt up a couple of inches. It was a short skirt anyway, and as soon as her shaven pussy came into view Mandy opened her legs so I could get a better view. 

"Wow," I said, "that's a beautiful sight," I gasped. 

"Well, take a photo then," she said. "I won't be doing this in the tea room in the high street back home." 

I found the digital camera among our belongings and took a few snapshots of Mandy's short skirt and pussy. Then I moved my chair back so I could get some pictures showing not just the short skirt and bare pussy but also the rest of Mandy and a bit of the background too – a roadside café near a busy market with lots of passers-by. 

"God, you're so sexy," I told her. 

"Thanks," Mandy said. "I aim to please, you know."

I snapped some more pictures of my wife's bare pussy in public, including one as she rubbed her clit with her fingers. I downed my drink and put some change on the table to pay the bill. 

"You make me so horny," I said to Mandy. "Let's walk around the town for a while. You go on ahead and do a bit of public flashing, and I'll take photos of you doing it." 

"OK," Mandy replied. "How much do you want me to show?" 

"As much as you dare," I answered hopefully. 

"Oh Dan," she said, "after what we've done in the past few days there isn't much I don't dare. Just follow me. I'll show you."

Mandy set off with her bag of clothes and I followed maybe 10 paces behind with the wine and vegetables and with my camera at the ready. After just a few yards Mandy stopped, put her bag on the floor in front of her and bent right over to reach inside it as if she were looking for something. Her skirt went up above her bum and when she opened her legs a little I could see her shaven pussy lips as well. I pointed the camera and started clicking.

"Thanks," I called to her as she straightened up and set off again. 

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Mandy replied without even looking back at me.

As she passed in front of the market, Mandy stopped and put down her bag again. Then with her hands on her buttocks she eased her skirt up at the back so I could see most of her bare bum again. Turning to face me, she crouched down with her legs apart and pretended to be looking for something in her bag again. She pulled up her skirt so I had an unobstructed view of her shaved pussy. I clicked away rapidly, pausing only to zoom in on her pretty pink clit.

Mandy rummaged in her bag, oblivious to the people who were walking by. In the crowded street, many passers-by took no notice of the woman who was crouched down looking in her shopping bag. But there were also plenty who noticed that the woman being photographed had left her panties at home. 

Without even looking at me, Mandy stood up again and strode towards a cobbled side-street that led away from the market square. I followed, camera at the ready for the next exhibitionist scene. The narrow street led gently downhill, the tall old buildings on either side casting a dark shadow, though the end of the street seemed to open onto a park that was bright with sunshine. After the crowded market square, the narrow street was strangely quiet. Apart from two or three people walking ahead of us, there was no one around. Suddenly Mandy turned to face me. She put down her bag, and in one movement pulled her white cotton top over her head.

I took a couple of photos but there was a strong contrast between the darkness of the narrow street and the bright sunlight at the end of it. "I think the light's too bright behind you," I told Mandy. I can only see your silhouette." 

She immediately turned sideways so that I could see the dark outline of her boobs against the brightness. "That any better?" she asked, sticking out her boobs and pulling up her skirt to rub her pussy with a silhouetted hand.

"Delightful," I answered, "but let's try the park at the end of the street." As I spoke, a group of five or six people turned into the street ahead of us and came our way.

"Sure thing," was Mandy's response as she turned and walked, bag in one hand and strappy top in the other, down the street ahead of me and towards the group of people who were approaching. 

"Maybe you should think about putting your top on," I warned Mandy. 

"Oh, silly me," she said, "maybe I should. Fancy me forgetting a thing like that." She took a long time shaking out the top to make sure it was the right way round before she put it on. The group had almost reached us before she pulled it down over her breasts. 

"Bonjour," Mandy said smiling, still tugging her top down as the four young guys and two girls walked past. 

"Hello," came the very English reply from several of them. 

"Bonne Journée," called Mandy over her shoulder as she strolled down the road. 

"She looks just like a woman in my bank," I heard one of the guys say to the others. 

"Stop dreaming," one of the girls replied, "she's French". 

And one of the guys added, "I wish the women were like that in my bank. I think I'll transfer my account." There was a lot of laughter as they continued up the street.

I caught up with Mandy as she reached the end of the street. "Did you hear what they said?" I asked. 

"Something about a bank, I think," she said. 

"Do you think one of them recognized you from the bank where you work?" I asked. 

"Well I didn't recognize him," she answered, "though maybe he's one of our customers. It's hardly important."

"But what if he sees you in the bank?" I insisted. 

"What if he does?" Mandy replied. "He's hardly going to ask me if I was the French woman walking topless down a street in Agde. And if he does, I'll tell him 'yes' and ask him if he enjoyed watching me. He'll never believe me. And even if he does believe me, I'm not ashamed of being an exhibitionist. You know, Dan, I'm proud that I've overcome my inhibitions and I'm free to do what I enjoy."

By now we had come to the small park. Mandy skipped through the gate and plonked her bag down on a green painted wooden bench that was fairly well hidden by some bushes.. The park was deserted. "Looks like everyone's at the market," I said, "so that makes it more private for us." 

"Not very private," said a voice behind me. "Can we join you?"

The voice sounded familiar and I turned round to see Jon and Karen who we'd met at a café in Cap d'Agde earlier in the week (we wrote about that in chapter 4). Jon was in shorts and t-shirt while Karen wore a t-shirt dress – not much of one, but the red material that stretched tightly over her body and reached to just below her bum was definitely a dress. 

"Hi, how are you?" I asked. "What are you doing here?" 

"Fine thanks, enjoying our holiday," said Jon. "We came to look at the market," Karen added. 

"So did we," said Mandy. And then she openly added: "We bought a few things at the market but now I'm doing some flashing so Dan can take photos of me." I was impressed by how open my wife had become about her sexual behaviour. 

"What a coincidence," said Karen. "I've been doing some flashing for Jon too."

"Then why don't you both flash together?" Jon suggested. "That way, Dan and I can both get some really horny photos." 

I was quick to agree. "Great idea," I said. 

"I thought you might think so," Mandy responded. "And I think so too. What about it, Karen?"

"Fine by me" was the Swedish girl's reply. "What shall we show them first, Mandy?"

"Are you wearing anything under that dress?" Mandy asked. 

"No, nothing at all," Karen answered. 

"Well then, let's show them some naked bum. Naked bums are always good to start with," Mandy said, turning her back to us and hitching her skirt up to her waist. Karen followed suit, turning away and pulling her dress up to reveal her naked bum cheeks. 

Jon and I got a few shots of two evenly tanned backsides. Then Jon suggested that they bend over so we could see their pussies too, and both Karen and Mandy were quick to oblige. They bent over and spread their legs, holding onto the green painted bench for support. 

"Show me your piercings, Karen," Jon said, and Karen reached for her backside and pulled her butt cheeks apart. 

"Why don't you help her, Mandy," I added.

"Oooh yes," Mandy was quick to reply. 

As Karen resumed leaning on the bench with her legs wide apart, Mandy did the cheek-pulling action for her as Jon and I snapped more pictures. 

"Lean forward a bit more, Karen," Mandy said. "You don't mind if I lick your pussy, do you?" 

"Help yourself," said Karen, readjusting her position to give Mandy maximum access to her gaping pussy with its pierced clit and three silver rings in each pink flap. 

Mandy started massaging Karen's pussy with her fingers, and then set about licking it with gusto. She was at it for a couple of minutes when I saw some people approaching and told our two exhibitionist ladies that they'd better take a break. 

"What a pity," Karen said as she pulled down her dress and sat on the bench, "you've made me really horny, Mandy." 

"Well I'm horny too," added Mandy as she sat down too, her skirt still indecently high and her face sticky with Karen's juices. Fortunately the group of people passed us without taking much notice.

"Once more into the breach," said Mandy, showing her classical education. "Let me get at your pussy again, Karen."

"It's great to watch you lick her like that Mandy," I said, "but the photos are not so good because your head gets in the way of Karen's pussy." 

"That's right," added Jon. "Maybe you could try a different position."

"You guys are quite amazing," Karen answered. "You've got two half-naked women putting on a pornographic lesbian show for you in a public park, and all you can say is you can't see enough. Well, if you want to see more, we'll show you more," she continued, pulling her red dress over her head and laying it along the bench. 

"That's right, we'll show you a lot more," added Mandy, stepping out of her denim skirt and peeling off her top. "Now you've got two fully naked women in a public park," she said, rolling her two items of clothing into a ball and throwing them across the grass. They landed five or six yards away. "It's up to you to bring me those if you think I need to cover up, Dan," she added. "I'm just going to focus on pussy-licking."

I stepped back a little so I could get a better view of the park. A young couple were lying side-by-side on the grass some distance away but they wouldn't be able to see Karen and Mandy on the bench – and in any case they were more interested in each other than in us. The young guy was kissing his girlfriend and I saw his hand stroke her breasts through her t-shirt. Apart from them there seemed to be no one around. 

I turned back towards my wife to see that she and her Swedish friend had rearranged themselves for maximum erotic delight. Karen was upside down on the bench – her head and shoulders resting on the red dress she had lain on the seat, her back leaning against the back of the bench, and her legs waving around in the air. I watched Mandy place her knees on either side of Karen's head and lean forward to start licking Karen's pussy again. Karen parted her legs as wide as she could as Mandy's licked and sucked at her pierced pussy. Mandy then lowered herself slightly onto Karen's face so that Karen could return the favour. 

"bl**dy hell," I said. "This is incredible." 

"Sure is," said Jon as he filled his camera's memory card with some astonishing images. 

As the two women lapped at each other's slits, I took photo after photo without bothering too much about technical accuracy. I stepped back again to check for passers-by but could only see the young couple kissing passionately on the grass with the guy's hand inside the girl's t-shirt. Her loose cotton skirt seemed to be pushed a long way up her legs. 

By now Mandy was alternating bouts of pussy-licking with sessions of finger-fucking. Karen moaned with lust in between taking slurps of Mandy's sex juice. A glance round the bushes and across the grass showed me that the young guy now had his girlfriend's skirt round her waist and was busy with his fingers too. "bl**dy hell," I thought to myself. "he's taking a risk out there in the open."

Mandy and Karen seemed lost in a world of their own, each focused only on giving pleasure to the other as their bodies quivered with involuntary spasms of delight. Jon moved in for some close-ups of pussies with tongues and fingers in them. I took some shots of two faces with cum-smeared mouths and lust-filled eyes. And then there was a final crescendo as their bodies stiffened, relaxed, then stiffened again. Mandy bored her face into Karen's pussy and rubbed her own pussy hard against Karen's mouth and chin. Karen gasped and gave out a sort of high-pitched moan. I think it would have been a squeal if she hadn't been in such a cramped position upside-down on the bench. 

Jon and I took a few last shots of Karen and Mandy, and I peeped round the bushes again to check out the young lovers on the grass. They were nowhere to be seen. Then a voice spoke in French behind me. The young lovers stood there, arms round each other, as if it was quite normal to watch a lesbian fuckfest in a public park. I was shocked that they were watching but they seemed quite unconcerned by what we'd been doing. 
As Karen and Mandy extricated themselves from each other, Laurent (the guy) and Sylvie (the girl) explained in faltering English that they enjoyed open-air sex and that they often used the park bench in the middle of the day when there were not too many people around. That day we'd got there first so they'd started on the grass in the sunshine and then come along to wait for us to finish. So as Karen wriggled her sweating body into her tight t-shirt dress again, and I retrieved Mandy's clothes and handed them to her, Sylvie pulled her own top off, shook her long dark hair and unclasped her pink lacy bra. 

By the time Mandy had put on her skirt and top and we'd collected our belongings ready to leave, Sylvie was sitting on the bench in only a transparent pink thong sucking hard on Laurent's cock as he stood in front of her. As we left, Laurent called "Au revoir" and Sylvie paused from the blowjob long enough to echo his words and to blow us a kiss. "I 'ope to see you soon," she said. 
Dan and I had a late lunch in the old hilltop town of Agde. Karen and Jon joined us for seafood risotto on the terrace of a restaurant overlooking the park where Karen and I had just been the centre of a pornographic photo session. (Dan described that in chapter 14.) We could see the bushes that hid the park bench we'd been performing on, and we thought about the fun that Laurent and Sylvie must be having. 

We looked at some of the images of our lesbian show in our guys' cameras during the meal -- which led to lots of shrieks and guffaws. After the meal, we went back to our apartment in Cap d'Agde and spent the rest of the afternoon on our balcony. Karen and Jon came with us and we all sat there naked sunning ourselves while we sipped wine and mineral water.

"I hope you two girls are going to give us another lesbian show soon," Jon said as he poured some more wine for us all. 

"I think we probably will," I said as I smiled at Karen, "but until then you'll have to be content with looking at the photos." 

"I'm sure we'll put on another show some time," said Karen, leaning towards me and kissing me full on the mouth. Our tongues flicked together and I felt my pussy getting hot and juicy once more. I was ready to start again, but Karen stopped. "But we don't do it to order, do we Mandy?" she said. 

"No," I said, "that's right. You'll have to wait guys." I felt my pussy leaking as I said it.

"Let me show you the clothes I bought today," I said. "Maybe you can help me do a little dressmaking, Karen." I fetched the bag with the blue denim skirt, white lace skirt and red stretchy minidress and showed them to Karen and the two guys. 

"Try them on," said Dan. "Give us a sexy show."

I looked at Karen. "That's the weird thing about guys," I said. When you're dressed they try to talk you into taking your clothes off, but when you're naked they want you to put clothes on." 

Karen laughed. "Show us the denim miniskirt first," she said. 

So I put on the red sandals with five-inch heels and fastened the ankle straps and then I stepped into the denim miniskirt and pulled it up to my waist. It was too tight to fasten. I pulled it down again and set about removing the waistband with a pair of scissors I'd found in the kitchen. 

The waistband was soon history and I pulled the skirt on again. I managed to get it over my hips so that the zip would fasten. It was so tight I could hardly move. 

"It definitely needs shortening," Karen said. "It comes to mid-thigh at present." 

"It needs to be about mid-pussy," Dan was quick to add, and Jon was quick to agree.

"I think I'll let Karen decide," I said, unzipping the skirt and slipping it down my legs once more. Karen took the skirt, laid it out flat on her knee and started to cut just slightly below the mid-way point. 

"That should do the trick," she said, presenting me with a ragged remnant about eight inches long. 

"There's not much skirt left, is there?" I said, pulling it on again. "How do you like it, boys?" 

"Great," answered Dan, "it shows your pussy to perfection." 

I turned round to show them the rear view.

"Just right," Jon added. "A Cap d'Agde skirt should always leave plenty of bum on show."

"Thanks for the advice," I said. "I wouldn't want to feel out of place by covering my private parts." 

I stepped out of the skirt again, and then pulled the red minidress over my head. It was made of thin shiny material. Stretched tightly over my body, it was transparent enough to show my nipples quite clearly. But the guys disapproved of the fact that it covered my pussy and bum. "Only just," I said, "and you'll see everything when I sit down." 

Dan wasn't satisfied. "We want to see everything all the time," he said. 

"Well I guess I'll just ditch it," I answered. "It only cost 20 euros." 

"I'll buy it from you," Karen said. "I'm taller than you. Let me try it on." 

I handed Karen the dress. She was indeed several inches taller than me and when she pulled the dress down, sure enough, her pierced pussy and the lower part of her bum cheeks still showed. 

"A perfect fit," Jon announced, fishing a 20-euro note out of a small bag he had with him and handing it to me. 

Karen was happy with the dress, and both Jon and Dan were happy to ogle her in it, so I turned to my white lace skirt. As you've probably guessed, the first thing I did was to cut the lining out of it. As you can imagine, when I tried it on you could see my pussy through it. Like the other things I'd bought, it was skin tight, though it reached down to mid-thigh. 

Dan and Jon complained that it was too long and wanted me to cut it shorter but I refused. "You can see right through it," I said. "It'll be the epitome of erotic elegance with a pair of white stockings." 

The guys were not convinced. 

"Tell you what," I said. "I'm going to wear this tonight to go out in. If you still don't like it when we're out with George and Jill and the gang, you'll have to try and rip it off me -- if you can." I knew from the lascivious look on Dan's face that my new lace skirt wasn't going to survive the evening. But I also knew from his look that I was going to get fucked hard and rough as he forcibly stripped me. As I thought about it my pussy leaked. I could hardly wait for what was coming.

Soon after that, Karen and Jon left, with a promise that they'd join us later with our friends from the UK. What with the wine, warm weather and lesbian sex, I was feeling tired so after they'd gone I flung myself on the bed and was soon fast asl**p. 

When I woke up it was already dusk. I stumbled naked out of the bedroom to find Dan setting the table for a meal of take-away chicken and chips with salad. 

"I hope this is OK for tea," he said as he poured some white wine. 

"Dan, that's really nice of you," I answered. "It's just perfect."

As we sat and ate, Dan asked, "Are you really going to wear that white skirt this evening?" 

"I said I will, didn't I?"

"Yes, but what if I try to rip it off you?"

"Then I'll resist you."

"And if I win?"

"Then you rip my skirt, my pussy will be completely naked, and I suppose you'll fuck me roughly, and I'm sure I'll enjoy it. But I'm not going to make it easy for you to strip me, I promise you."

"Maybe some of the other guys will help me," Dan said.

"That sounds interesting," I said. "Now, finish your meal or we'll never get there."

Shortly before 10:00 we made our way to the Montrose bar -- Dan in his jeans and t-shirt, and me trying to keep up with him in my ridiculously high-heeled red sandals, my tight-but-not-stretchy white lace skirt with white hold-up stockings showing right through it, and a red push-up bra that made it easy for me to brush my tits against my husband -- or against anyone else for that matter. 

I held on to Dan tightly, trying not to fall over in my narrow skirt and high heels. Another couple passed us -- the woman in a black basque, lacy thong, suspenders and stockings. Why would a girl need more than that on an evening out in Cap d'Agde? I saw her later getting finger-fucked on a discotheque dancefloor -- though by that time her thong had disappeared.

We passed a shoe shop where a woman in a stretchy pale blue microdress was trying on a pair of shoes that looked about as high as mine. Her dress was standard Cap d'Agde length so her partner, the shop assistant and several couples like us got unimpeded views of her naked hairless pussy. She didn't seem to mind, but why should she? I'm sure she got a kick out of showing her pussy just as much as I did.

We wandered on to the Montrose bar which was as busy as ever. Amid the crowd of women looking their hottest and men trying to keep cool I spotted the familiar long blonde hair of Karen and a familiar red dress -- skin-tight, semi-transparent, and sufficiently short to show her pussy piercings. Dan and I squeezed through the crowd to reach Karen and Jon. Then just as Karen and I were rubbing up against each other to give the guys a thrill, Jill and Linda arrived with George and Jim in tow. 

Jill wore a short black dress cut on the bias with alternate black and see-through panels spiraling round it. Since the see-through panels were twice as wide as the others, the guys were soon admiring her nipples, the crack of her bum, and the slit of her pussy as well. Linda was in a stretchy black mini with a silver bra that gave her boobs plenty of elevation.

Dan and I introduced Karen and Jon to our English friends. Everyone admired Karen's piercings, and we girls each stroked Karen's pussy in turn -- much to the envy of our guys. 

We all got talking about what we'd done that day. Jim had fucked Linda on the beach while she sucked off a total stranger, and then she'd had a cum shower from her fuck-and-suck partners plus several voyeurs. "It was great," she said. "I love it when guys come all over me. I really enjoy it when they treat me as a sex object." 

I agreed that during this holiday I was getting to like that sort of treatment too.

Jill and George had spent the afternoon at the apartment of a French couple they'd met. Four couples were there as well as half a dozen single guys. "It got a bit crowded," Jill said, "but we had a fantastic time. We all started off naked, our hosts had a limitless supply of wine, and things just got better and better. I spent most of the afternoon with cocks in one hole or another -- usually both, and one girl kept taking it up her bum as well. The guys just kept filling us with cum."

"That sounds amazing," I said. "I get really turned on when I get taken like that. I've started to really enjoy it when men just use me." Linda agreed that she'd started to enjoy it too.

"Yes but that's not all," Jill added. "After the guys had finished spunking, Christine, our hostess, took me and the other two girls out onto the balcony 'for a drink' -- or so she said."

"And?" I asked. 

"Well, she got us all to squat down in a little circle, with our backs to each other." 

"And?" Linda insisted. 

"Well, the guys had all been drinking a lot, you see."

"So they all pissed on you," Karen said excitedly. 

Jill nodded. "Yes," she said. "They all pissed on us. Ten of them drenched us in piss. And, I would never have believed it, I got turned on so much that I rubbed my clit and came while two guys hosed me with their piss. It was an incredible feeling."

"I'm not sure I could do that," Linda said. "It sounds pretty awful." 

"It's not awful at all," Karen put in. "I like it when Jon does it to me. It makes me feel extra slutty to feel his hot piss on my face."

"On your face?" Linda asked.

"Well yes," Karen answered. "It comes out so quickly that I can't swallow it all, so it goes all over me."

"She likes to get drenched," added Jon. "Whenever we have sex with friends, Karen usually ends up getting pissed on by the guys -- and by some of the women too."

"Doesn't it make a mess on the floor?" Linda asked.

"Not if you lay some towels down to soak it up," Karen told her. "And in any case, for really big piss sessions I sit in an inflatable paddling pool so I can splash around a bit."

I didn't say anything but I could feel myself getting turned on. It wasn't that I particularly wanted to have people pee on me, but it really excited me when my friends talked about it as if it was quite normal. I had started my holiday in Cap d'Agde ready to try anything. Now, halfway through the holiday, I had already tried lots and I'd enjoyed just about all of it. After a week there, I was longing for even more new experiences -- the sluttier the better. I'd already been imagining how Dan and some other guys would rip my clothes off me, fuck me roughly and jack off on my face. Now the thought of getting pissed on tantalized me. It sounded dirty but somehow that's what made it seem exciting. I felt a dribble of moisture running down the inside of my leg. 

On the bar, three of the female customers had started dancing to entertain the crowd. Egged on by their friends and partners, each of them started shedding bits of clothing. And the clothing really did consist of bits -- a pink transparent boob tube and pleated microskirt on dancer number one, a gold bra and thong on number two, and a black net minidress on the third. I watched as the women stripped each other, stroked each other, and then -- naked but for body jewelry -- kissed each other too. I don't think they knew each other before they'd climbed up on the bar together, but now they were happily rubbing each others breasts and grinding their pussies together as if it was the most normal thing in the world. My heart was pounding with the excitement and I knew that one night soon I was going to get up on the bar and give Dan an exhibitionist treat. 

I followed as the rest of our gang moved off to the "discothèque libertine" where Dan and I had been a couple of nights before (that was in chapter 11). Now Dan took my hand and led me there past the horny couples and the voyeurs. We paid and went inside where the heavy music, the sexy clothes, the naked bodies and the glimpses of groups fucking on the waterbeds at the back combined to create an erotic atmosphere that simply overwhelmed me. 

I was discovering a new me. So far this holiday I'd been showing off for Dan, I'd been testing out new experiences, and I'd been deliberately having a good time. But now I was feeling different. It was as if something had been released within me. I was no longer Linda, the married woman and bank employee, playing at being a sex object and seeking sexy things to do to entertain Dan; now I was just Linda the sex object. It felt so natural, as if I'd found the real me. Linda the sex object -- wanting sex, ready to be used for sex, and not especially particular about what happened so long as it didn't hurt too much and Dan approved. 

As I took a swig of beer from a bottle that Dan passed to me, I watched a woman with fair shoulder-length hair being kissed, fondled and felt up by three guys at once. She was just a few feet away from me. Her short a****l-print dress was pulled up round her waist and a guy who was obviously intent on undressing her was pulling the shoulder straps down her arms. As her breasts came into view a pair of hands cupped and caressed them. Her black g-string had been pulled aside by a guy who crouched in front of her licking her pussy. She shook her long fair hair, closed her eyes and smiled as she leaned back against the guy behind her who was kissing her neck.

Nearby a mature German blonde in a short denim skirt and a pair of long black leather boots was gyrating in front of the guy she was with. She wore a large collection of heavy jewelry round her neck but otherwise she was topless. She bent over the bar stool next to me to show off her bum to her partner. As she did so she turned her head towards me and reached out her hand towards mine. I put my hand into hers and she pulled it to her mouth, licking and sucking my forefinger. I moved closer as she sucked another finger into her mouth. I ran my other hand through her hair and down her backbone. 

Her partner was lowering his pants to fuck her from behind. His cock stood rigidly alert as he held her butt cheeks in his hands and parted her pussy with his thumbs. I looked at him with a friendly smile, and with my free hand I gave him an even friendlier wank. Then he plunged into her. She gasped, and as she opened her mouth I withdrew my fingers and wiped her saliva across her face. 

As my hand passed over her mouth she spat into the palm. I was shocked but then she looked up at me and smiled. "Mehr," she said. My face obviously showed I hadn't understood. "More," she said in English. 

I willingly obliged, rubbing my palm across her face and streaking it with spit. "Mehr," she said again. 

"If you insist," I said. "Try some of mine." This time I spat into my own hand and rubbed it down her forehead and nose. She took hold of my hand and, smiling up at me again, licked the remains of my saliva from it. On reflection it seems unusual that anyone would like that sort of thing. But at the time it didn't seem unusual at all. It did nothing for me, but since it turned her on I was happy to oblige. 

I looked around for Dan and saw him on the dance floor with Jon and Karen. They weren't doing much dancing, but Karen was happily sandwiched between the two guys as they explored her body. She was grinding her pussy against Dan's crotch as Jon was pushing a couple of fingers into her from behind. I wasn't sure which hole he was finger-fucking but she seemed to be enjoying it so what the heck.

Turning back to my new-found German friend, I leaned over to kiss her. It wasn't easy in my incredibly tight skirt (I was starting to hope that it wouldn't be long before Dan tore it from my body). Uschi (that was her name, she told me later) and I kissed on the mouth, our tongues almost twining round each other and saliva running down our chins. I licked saliva all over Uschi's face, which she definitely appreciated, before turning my attention to her partner who was pounding her from behind. 

I licked my way down Uschi's spine to the crack of her bum. With my head resting on her back, I turned my face up to her partner who was pumping his cock into her pussy. I smiled up at him and licked my lips as he glanced at me. A moment later his cock was out of Uschi's pussy and in his hand as he wanked it a few inches from my face. Instinctively I looked for Dan, as if to seek his approval. He was still on the dance floor with our friends, but now Jon was openly fucking Karen from behind as she bent forwards to give my husband a blowjob. Dan was looking my way as Karen was busy cramming as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. 

Dan smiled at me and waved. "Enjoy," he shouted above the music. 

"Nice to know he doesn't mind," I thought, turning my face back to Uschi's partner just as he unleashed a torrent of cum straight at me. Quick as a flash I opened my mouth wide and the first two loads went straight inside. The rest splashed on my nose and cheeks. Though the final jerk-full hit my tongue, my mouth was already so full that cum was dribbling down my chin. I knew I had no time to waste because Uschi with the saliva-covered face was waiting for a hard-core facial coating. 

Uschi turned her face to mine and opened her mouth. She said something to me that I didn't understand, but I was fairly sure what she wanted. I spat her partner's cum into her waiting mouth and followed it with an open-mouthed kiss that spread the sloppy white stuff all over her face. From her movements I realized that he partner was fucking her again, and from her breathing I realized she was about to cum. We kissed wildly, our cum-covered faces slippery and sticky at the same time. We were still kissing as she came, licking cum from my chin as her body tensed and shuddered several times and then relaxed. 

Uschi smiled, straightened up, gave me a friendly kiss on the lips, said thanks, introduced me to her partner Dieter, and suggested me meet again same time same place on Sunday. Dan came over to say hello, leaving George to take his place in Karen's mouth, and as we talked I knew that another friendship had been made that was likely to lead to a lot more wild experiences in the future. 
We only chatted for about five minutes yet during that time a lot was going on around us. A fortyish couple came in, the woman in a black see-through thong body with vivid pink lace trim (I'm sure they used to sell them in Marks & Spencer). She and her partner went straight onto the dance floor and hugged and kissed and fumbled with each other for a minute or so. Then she knelt in front of him and sucked him off as people watched. And then they left again. 

There was a woman in a denim microskirt and dark thong who danced with her skirt round her waist and with her tight top unzipped and her ample boobs pushed out. She kept playing with herself as she danced and then was rubbing herself up and down her partner.

Another woman was surrounded by three guys. She stood at the edge of the dancefloor as they each took turns to fuck her from behind while she kissed the other two.

"Hey, this could be interesting," Dieter said, nodding in the direction of a youngish woman in a tiny a****l print top and skirt. She'd been sitting on a bar stool chatting with three guys not far from us and they were now joined by two more guys. They all seemed to know each other. 

"We saw her last night," Uschi said. "She has quite an appetite."

We watched as the young woman slid off her bar stool, took hold of two of the guys by the arms and led them and the other three through the dancers to the fuck area beyond. "Come on," said Uschi, taking my hand. "Come and have a look." 

So Dan and I followed Uschi and Dieter who followed the woman and her five guys to the rear of the club where she unzipped one of them, pushed him back onto a waterbed, pulled down his jeans, knelt on top of him, and set about licking his stiffening cock. As she did so, her other four male companions stripped completely and then stripped off her skirt and top too, leaving her in just her high-heeled shoes.

The six of them put on an amazing show. It was all the more amazing, in fact, because it wasn't a show -- just a normal girl getting fucked to her heart's content, and just a normal group of guys fucking her every which way they could think of. She got fucked lying down, she got fucked standing up. She got fucked on her back, she got fucked face down, and she got fucked on all fours. The five cocks took their turns at her pussy, though she got them in her mouth two at a time. At one stage she was on her knees getting fucked doggy-style by one guy, sucking the cocks of two others, and wanking a cock in each hand. The guys were real gentlemen; they made a point of letting her cum first -- which she did several times judging by the noises she made. Then each of them shot their cum on her rather than in her so she ended up dripping with the stuff. And then they even helped her clean up with some paper towels from a dispenser on the wall.

As we watched, some guy rubbed my bum. I glanced round at him but he wasn't really my type. I'm really not into big bellies so I pushed his hand away, put my arm through Dan's and we walked back towards the dance floor. We were just about there as we met our friends. "We've been looking for you," Linda said. The guys say they've got something for you. 

I suddenly realized I was being surrounded. Linda, Jill and Karen were in front of me, but Jon and George had somehow got behind me, Jim was on my left, and Dan was on my right. As I tried to withdraw my right arm from Dan he gripped it with both hands and I felt Jim do the same with my left. Uschi's partner Dieter was suddenly crouching in front of me and grabbed both my legs. I felt myself being pulled backwards and then five pairs of male hands started to lift me off the floor. 

I struggled but it was no use. I was carried towards a waterbed and unceremoniously dumped on my back. Some of the guys changed places but even though their grip loosened a bit I couldn't wrench myself free. My arms and legs were pinned down as Dan appeared in front of me and reached for my skirt. I looked at Linda, Jill, Karen and Uschi. They were laughing and smiling at my predicament. Not a lot of sympathy there, I thought. 

Dan reached under my waist and undid the button on the waistband. Then he tugged the zipper downwards and, when that proved too difficult, simply pulled the zip apart. It broke open and the seam below it split a little. Since my legs were pulled slightly apart to hold me down, there was no way that Dan could pull the tight skirt down them. "Turn her over," I heard a voice say, and somehow they managed to turn me onto my stomach without letting go. I struggled as much as I could but there was no way I could escape my fate, especially when some more guys who'd been watching joined in to give a hand.

Several pairs of male hands pulled the zip and the slit up the back of the skirt violently apart. The material gave way, the skirt was thrown aside, my pussy and bum were naked, and Dan's wish was fulfilled. 

But still the guys held me down. Someone pulled my bum up off the bed, though my wrists and ankles were pinioned as tight as ever. "Who's first?" I heard Dieter's voice ask. I felt a pang of trepidation as I realized that I was about to be taken by several men. Yet the anticipation left my pussy hot and dripping. Some male hands stroked my left breast, some female hands caressed my right one. Jill crawled onto the bed facing me. She kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, and I felt the hardness of a cock enter my pussy.

"Don't worry. They're all wearing condoms," Linda whispered in my ear. She obviously thought I might be worried, but to be honest I hadn't even thought about whether they wore condoms or not. I was fast slipping into the role of sex-toy. Sensations of pleasure rippled through me as the cock went into me again and again. And when it shuddered and spat its cum into the end of the condom, I shuddered too. 

The cock withdrew but another one, fatter and longer, took its place. Jill was still kissing me, but now a cock pushed its way between her lips and mine. "Hi Jim," Jill said. Jill and I got a good rhythm going as we used our lips and tongues to let Jim feel just how much we liked his cock. We licked together one way and then the other, and all the time some guy I didn't know (or at least I didn't know whether I knew him or not) was pounding my pussy for all he was worth. 

Jim stiffened suddenly and took his cock in his hand. He wanked it a few times and then he came -- all over Jill's face and mine. It was a great feeling because just as Jim coated our faces a load of spunk exploded from the cock in my pussy and made me tremble all over. 

Jill licked at a dollop of cum on my cheek and pushed it into my mouth with her tongue. I did the same with a dribble of sperm hanging from her chin. As she sucked it ravenously from the end of my tongue, I felt a third cock moving inside me. I hadn't even noticed it going into my pussy but a moment later it was jerking in orgasm inside me and making me jerk too. 

Another cock appeared in front of my face. I glanced up but didn't recognize the guy. Still, he had a nice-looking cock so Jill and I got to work on it as I felt my pussy being shafted again. 

And so it went on. Jill and I got another load of cum on our faces and another guy orgasmed inside me. I orgasmed too. And it was only as I shifted position slightly when the fifth guy took me from behind that I realized Jill was getting the same treatment. I watched as one guy fucked her, then withdrew as another took his place. 

"O my god," I said to her, "we're both being gangbanged." 

"We sure are," she said, "Great being a sex object, isn't it?" I had to admit it was. 

As the fifth cock climaxed inside me, my pussy was so worked up that I climaxed too. I groaned out loud as my pussy throbbed, my body tensed, and my conscious thoughts submerged under a tidal wave of physical sensations. I collapsed on the bed and rolled on my back, and a moment later Jill was beside me, moaning in orgasm and rubbing her well-juiced pussy to make the pleasure go further. 

"That was incredible," she said as she pressed hard against her butterfly tattoo. And we lay there for a while just caressing each other's bodies slowly and gently. A jet of spunk came from somewhere and splashed across Jill's stomach and my boobs. I traced a pattern with it around her navel and then offered her my finger to suck. She licked it clean and then turned to lick some more cum off my breasts. And then she sat up suddenly and broke the erotic spell by announcing, "What I'd really like now is a cup of tea. Anyone fancy coming round to our place for a cuppa?"

And that's how the evening ended. Jill and I cleaned up with some paper towels that the discotheque management had thoughtfully provided. We said thanks to the random guys that had fucked us. Dieter and Uschi disappeared with Karen and Jon in the direction of a party some Germans were holding on the beach. And we three English couples went back to Jill and George's apartment for a cup of tea. And a really good cup of tea it was too. 

"You really missed out on the gangbang," Jill said to Linda as she sipped her Earl Grey.

"Oh, that's not a problem," Linda answered. "I enjoyed watching -- and in any case, who do you think was getting all those cocks hard for you? I had plenty to keep my hands full -- and my mouth too. And I'm not flying home tomorrow like you are. I've still got half my holiday left. I bet I have a bigger gangbang than you did before I go home," she added.

"Wow, I wish I was staying longer," George told her. 

"Don't worry," Dan said, "I'll tell you all about it."

"I wouldn't want you to miss out," Linda said to George as she strolled over to where he was sitting. She eased up her stretchy black mini, crouched in front of him and unzipped his jeans. "Why don't you fuck me before you leave?" she asked just before she wrapped her mouth around his cock.

So what could Jill and I do? I took Jim's cock and sucked it, and Jill sucked Dan's. And as soon as their cocks were rigid, George and Jim and Dan took turns in fucking Linda till she had a body-shaking climax. She lost her silver bra, and then whatever sperm the guys had left from earlier got wanked off over her tits. Jill and I massaged the cum into her boobs, and then licked off what was left.

And after that, would you believe, we had another cup of tea. We talked into the small hours of the morning -- especially about how we'd all meet up back in England and fuck like crazy. That turned us all on again, of course. Then Jill stripped off her black dress and decided to show us all a new vaginal and anal dual vibrator she'd bought. She demonstrated it first, then I tried it and squealed when the movements in both holes gave me yet another orgasm. The guys soon had their cocks out and were stroking them so each of us girls gave our partners a goodnight blowjob.

And then we finally left. Jill and George still had to pack ready to leave in the morning. Linda and I, cum-stained and contented, walked home with our arms around each other while our two guys followed behind. We kissed goodnight as we left them at their apartment and then Dan and I went to ours not far away.

"What an incredible Friday evening," Dan said to me as we walked along. 

"What an incredible place," I replied as we passed another couple, the woman dressed just like me in high-heeled sandals, stockings, bra and dried cum. 

They overheard us talking. "Hey are you English?" the woman asked. "We arrived a couple of days ago and we haven't met any other English people yet." 

"Well you've obviously got into the swing of things," I said to her. "I'm Mandy and this is my husband Dan." 

"I'm Julia," she replied, "and this is Keith. And I agree with you - this really is an incredible place, isn't it? I lost my skirt in a night club but I guess it hardly matters here." 

"That's funny. I lost mine too," I told her.

"You're managing to find your way around?" Dan asked. 

"Well, we seem to be doing a lot of fucking around," Keith answered. 

"I got banged by three guys in a row tonight," Julia said proudly. 

"I had five," I told her, "but then I've been here a week so I've had more practice."

"She'll soon catch up with you," said Keith. "Getting gangbanged has always been one of Julia's fantasies."

"Have you tried any lesbian sex yet?" I asked.

"No not yet," was the answer, "but I'm looking forward to doing it."

"Have you done any sightseeing yet?" Dan asked.

"Well we've seen plenty of group sex, several gangbangs, and last night on the beach we saw a couple of women getting a moonlight bukkake," Keith replied.

"Actually I meant real sightseeing," Dan explained. "We were thinking of driving to the town of Béziers tomorrow to have a look around. You're welcome to join us."

"What a great idea," said Julia. "Maybe I can sit in the back seat with Mandy and she can introduce me to lesbian sex." 

And so it was that we got to know another horny couple who were keen to explore sex to its limits. We arranged to meet at the same place at 10:00 in the morning. 

"Oh Dan," I said as the two of us got back to our apartment, "I've had so much sex tonight that I ought to feel satisfied, but now we've met Julia and Keith I'm starting to feel randy again.."

"Well I don't think I could get another hard-on tonight," Dan said, "but I'm sure looking forward to getting to know them better tomorrow. But for now, we'd better get some sl**p." 
Although we had arranged to meet Keith and Julia at 10:00 on Saturday morning, it was closer to 10:30 by the time we got there. Luckily they were late too and came rushing up just as we arrived. Mandy wasn't wearing much, of course, and fortunately neither was Julia. Mandy was bra-less under her thin black croptop and was similarly knickerless under her short black skirt. Julia was wearing a red boob-tube over a black bra with a cheek-skimming denim miniskirt.

The Renault Clio was a two-door model so I folded down the driver's seat so the two women could clamber into the back. Mandy went first, bending low to get into the small car. 

"Wow, no knickers?" Julia exclaimed. 

"No knickers," replied Mandy, settling herself into the back seat with her skirt round the top of her thighs. "I decided there's no point wearing knickers on a nudist holiday"

"Not even to go out of the resort?" Julia asked. 

"No," said Mandy, "my skirt covers me – more or less. And anyway Dan likes me to flash my pussy for him wherever we are."

"Well if you're not wearing any, I won't bother either. I'm sure Keith won't mind," Julia laughed. 

"I sure won't," Keith said as Julia lifted her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the sides of a red lace thong and pulled it down to her ankles. 

"Look after this for me please, Dan," she said, handing me the thong. 

"I'll keep it close to my heart," I said and then put it in the pocket of my shorts. 

"Looks like you're keeping it next to your cock," Mandy said and everyone burst out laughing.

Since Julia's skirt was even shorter than Mandy's I got a beautiful view of Julia's bum and pussy as she climbed into the back seat and sat down next to Mandy. Her hand went straight to Mandy's leg, and Mandy's hand went to hers. 

"Make sure you keep your eyes on the road, Dan," Mandy said. "If you drive safely we'll give you a reward tonight."

Keith and I got in and we set off in the direction of Béziers – or at least we should have done. I took a couple of wrong turns but we soon noticed where we'd gone wrong and eventually found the autoroute. We headed in the direction of Spain and got off after about 30 kilometres as soon as Béziers was signposted. 

"Oh, are we there already?" Julia asked. "I was just starting to enjoy the ride." 

Keith turned round. Julia and Mandy were kissing, boobs bared, and each was fingering the other's pussy. From somewhere, Keith produced a small digital camera. "Smile girls," he said. 

I heard the two of them giggle as the camera clicked a couple of times. "I think I'll send that to an exhibitionist website," he said, which made the giggles turn to shrieks of laughter. 

On a Saturday morning, the provincial town of Béziers was busy. There was a market in full swing and it wasn't easy to find a spare place in the multi-level car park underneath the market square. Fortunately we found a space eventually. Keith and I got out of the car and then watched with pleasure as our women attempted to scramble out of the rear seat and over the folded backs of the front seats with their skirts round their waists and with their pussies on show. 

"Don't bother helping us out of the car," Mandy commented with more than a little sarcasm. "Just stand there and ogle our pussies while we struggle out of this sardine can."

"Sorry," Keith and I apologized in unison as we both held out our hands to help our partners.

"Thanks," Mandy said as she held on to my arms and clambered out. "If you want me to be a slut, you might try to be a gentleman from time to time," she added. 

"Thanks Keith," said Julia as she pulled her tiny skirt down over her bum. I noticed she'd left her bra on the back seat of the car. "Actually we were enjoying ourselves in the back of there. Here, lick these," she said, putting two fingers to his lips. Keith did as he was told. 

"Mm, tastes good," he said. "I love the taste of pussy," he told me.

"That's the taste of Mandy's pussy," Julia said, "but since you've both annoyed her I'm not sure she'll be letting anyone else taste it but me."

"If Dan buys me a nice present from Béziers, maybe I'll mellow," Mandy said. "Then you can all have a taste of my pussy."

"And if I get a nice present from Keith, maybe Mandy and I will do a dance for you both tonight at the Melrose," Julia said. 

"Oh yes," Mandy answered her, "we can strip each other in front of everyone at the Melrose and then we can lick each other's pussies while they watch us in one of the clubs – but only if we get nice presents."

As we couldn't find a lift we made our way out of the underground car park by means of several flights of concrete steps. Mandy and Julia went on ahead so Keith and I got a good view of two naked bums under two very short skirts. At the top of the first flight of steps Julia paused and pulled her skirt up above her bum. 

"Want to take some more photos, Keith?" she asked. Not surprisingly, Keith did want to and soon took a couple of shots as she wiggled her naked backside at him.

"Oh take one of me too," Mandy pleaded and, skirt raised, presented her bare bum at the side of Julia's. Keith was happy to oblige. 

"Now boobs please," Keith said and the two women turned round to face us and pulled their tops us. He was photographing the picturesque sight of four boobs and two pussies when we heard some people coming and our exhibitionist partners felt obliged to cover themselves up again.

"More later," Keith suggested. 

"You'll have to wait and see," Julia answered. "We're going sightseeing," she said. 

"And shopping," Mandy was quick to add. "But we don't mind if you guys stick around with us. Maybe we'll feel in the mood for some more flashing later." 

We exited the car park and followed the wiggling bums of Mandy and Julia who walked ahead of us through the open-air market. 

"You know that in the car you mentioned sending photos to an exhibitionist website," I said to Keith as we walked along. "Well, have you ever done that?" I asked. 

"You mean have I ever posted photos of Julia on an exhibitionist website? Of course I have," he answered. "Haven't you done that with photos of Mandy?"

I admitted I hadn't. "I've taken plenty of photos of her," I told him. "You know, posing in sexy clothes, topless on the beach, naked with her legs wide open and a vibrator in her pussy, and even with my cum on her face. But I've never shown them to anyone else. I don't think Mandy would like that."

"You never know," Keith said. "Julia was shy about it at first but now she deliberately flashes for me so I can photograph her and put the pictures on the web. If we stop for a drink somewhere, I'll raise the subject with her. Maybe she'll persuade Mandy to try it."

We looked around the market together but apart from taking a picture of neatly-stacked rows of vegetables, Keith had no chance to exercise his photographic skills. Mandy didn't object when I put my arm round her, or even when I put my hand up her skirt and bared her bum for a moment or two as we strolled along, so I guessed she was not too angry with me. She and Julia seemed to get on well together. They both seemed to enjoy exhibitionism, and doing it together seemed to give them an extra thrill.

We left the market and walked up some narrow cobbled side streets with some fairly classy looking clothes boutiques. Needless to say, Mandy and Julia had a look inside several of them though they didn't find anything appropriate for us to buy them. When we reached an underwear shop, however, it was a different story. Mandy and Julia disappeared into the changing room with a variety of expensive creations while Keith and I waited outside listening to their "oohs", "aahs", shrieks and giggles. Eventually they emerged and presented the sales assistant with a vivid red basque for Mandy and a vivid blue bra and g-string for Julia. The sales assistant in turn presented Keith and me with bills that made a hefty dent in our credit card accounts. 

"Don't worry darling," Mandy said to me as she saw me frowning at the price. "It's one of the best French makes. It looks fantastic on, and I promise I won't hide it under lots of clothes – even when we're back home in England."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you in it," I said, smiling generously as I tucked my credit card back into my wallet. 

"Thanks for the gifts, guys," Julia put in. "I'm sure you won't be disappointed. Mandy and I are going to wear them for you when we meet up back in England in a couple of weeks. But now I fancy a bit of flashing. Come on."

"What about a stopping for a drink when we find a café?" Keith asked. We all agreed that was a good idea and. We walked up the cobbled street for a while and came out in a square shaded by ancient chestnut trees. Also looming over the square were the high stone walls of the ancient cathedral. A small café had some tables and chairs under the shade of the trees so we sat down and ordered beer for the guys and mineral water for the girls.

"Here's to a holiday full of flashing," Keith said as we raised our glasses to each other. 

"I'll second that," I said. 

"Sure thing," said Julia.

"Yes, why not?" added Mandy.

"I was telling Dan that you like flashing so I can take photos of you," Keith said to Julia. 

"I like flashing, full stop," Julia replied, "but of course it's even more exciting when you take photos and I know what you're going to do with them."

"Why, what does he do with them?" Mandy asked. 

"He puts them – or at least the best ones – on the Internet. He posts them on an exhibitionist website."

"And you don't mind?" Mandy asked wide-eyed.

"No, of course not," was Julia's reply. "It gets me turned on to think that total strangers might masturbate while looking at my photos. They reckon that both women and men look at amateur exhibitionism sites. I've even rubbed myself looking at pictures of other women."

"Has Dan ever posted photos of you on the web?" Keith asked Mandy. 

It was a rather direct question, I thought, and I wasn't sure how Mandy would react. 

"Mandy and I have had erotic photo sessions at home, of course," I said. "And yesterday we went to Agde and we met some Swedish friends and I took photos of Mandy and Karen and we all looked at them afterwards. But before that I'd never shown anyone the photos I've taken of Mandy."

"Haven't you?" Mandy asked. "I really thought you might have done. Once after you'd taken some at home, I showed them to my s****r. And she showed me some that her boyfriend had taken of her. We had a great time talking about what you guys like to see us do. In fact we already agreed we'll let her boyfriend and you photograph us together one day. I guess that taking photos of a lesbian act between s****rs will get you both so horny you'll give us a fuck worth remembering."

I was astonished. Delighted, but astonished that my wife was already making plans to do something I'd always fantasized about.

"If I take some pictures of you and Julia flashing, do you mind if I post them on the web?" Keith asked my wife. 

"Well I suppose not," Mandy answered. "If Julia gets off on it, maybe I will too. And after all, we are on holiday. I've been trying lots of new experiences so far in Cap d'Agde. I might as well try a few more."

And that was that. Now I was going to see pictures of my wife showing her tits and pussy on a website. I'd often fantasized about that too and, with hardly any persuasion, she'd just agreed.

"So let's get started," Mandy said as she finished her drink, parted her legs, and pulled up the front of her skirt to give her pussy an airing. She turned her seat slightly sideways and Keith moved a few feet away so he could get a good view in his viewfinder. I paid the bill for the drinks as Keith took pictures of Mandy and Julia fooling around with their hemlines, totally unconcerned about the presence of the waiter. And then we moved on.

We walked around the courtyard of the ancient cathedral, had a peep inside where it was surprisingly cool compared with the heat outside, and then made for a small grassy area and a wall that overlooked the Canal du Midi – the waterway that stretches from the Mediterranean to Toulouse. We leaned on the wall watching a brightly painted barge making its slow way along the canal. A young guy in jeans, stripped to the waist, was standing on the deck, his tanned skin taut upon his muscular chest. He seemed to be looking up at where we were.

"Let's wave," said Julia to Mandy as she stripped off her red boob-tube and waved it in the air. Mandy shrieked with laughter, removing her black croptop and waving that too. 

She shouted "Yoohoo" and made other shrill noises as the guy waved back. Julia cupped her boobs in her hands and wiggled them at him, so Mandy did the same. 

I then realized that Keith was taking photos of them as they behaved like sluts for the sake of it. "Some good shots here," he said. "Take your skirts off too."

Without a word, Julia unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the floor, then picked it up and waved that too. Not wanting to be left behind, Mandy did the same. Admittedly there was no one else around this part of the cathedral, but it was still an amazing sight – our two women totally naked waving their skirts and tops in the air for no reason other than to be exhibitionists. 

"This is Mandy," Julia yelled to the guy on the barge, who had now been joined by a couple of others who had emerged from the cabin. Julia pointed at my wife. "She's called Mandy," she shouted.

"And this is Julia," Mandy called at the top of her voice, pointing at Julia then putting her arm round her to kiss her. Keith was still taking pictures.

By now the three guys on the deck of the barge had been joined by a young woman in a little black thong and nothing else. "Hell, she must be having a good time with three of them," Julia said.

Mandy was still waving. "Cap d'Agde, Melrose Bar, tonight – ce soir," she called to the barge crew. "We're going to dance – danser ce soir, Melrose Bar," she shouted. "Join us." 

The three guys waved back but then the girl led one of them by the hand back to the cabin, and another followed. The original guy still stood on the deck, tanned in the sunshine. "Ce soir, Melrose," he shouted as the barge chugged round a bend in the canal and slipped out of view. 

"Maybe you should put your clothes on again," Keith said. A couple of about our age were standing not far away watching us, obviously wondering what all the shouting was about. It didn't take Mandy and Julia more than a few seconds to slip into their clothes, and then we strolled off as if what they'd done was the most normal thing in the world. 

As we walked away the other couple went over to the wall and peered over at the view of the canal. I looked back a few seconds later to see the guy's hand going up the back of his partner's skirt. Then I turned away and followed my wife and our friends out of the cathedral grounds and down the narrow cobbled street back to the market square. 

And the flashing continued. In crowded places, Keith and his camera had to make do with a couple of skirts flipped up at the back as Julie and Mandy strolled along showing their butt cheeks, or deliberately bent over to examine a cabbage on a market stall or some shoes in a shop window – with the same butt-flashing effect. In places where there weren't so many people around Keith got some pictures of boobs being flashed. And twice in narrow streets where we were alone, Mandy and Julia stepped out of the skirts and pulled off their tops so he could photograph their naked bodies. By the time we got back to the car his memory card was filling up nicely.

As Mandy got into the back of the little Renault again, I made sure I offered her my hand to help. "Thanks Dan," she said as she flopped into her seat. 

Julia got into the seat beside Mandy. "Pass me one of those big bottles of mineral water," Julia said. Keith pulled the wrapping off the six-pack of one-litre plastic bottles of mineral water that he'd bought just before we got back to the car park. 

"I'll have one too, please," said Mandy. "I'm really thirsty."

We set off out of the car park and I amazingly found our way back to the autoroute without too much trouble. I stopped at the barrier for the toll ticket but then, still not being used to the car, I let up the clutch too fast as I set off – just as Mandy was having a drink from her oversized bottle of water. The water splashed down her chin and over her chest. "Watch out," she said, "I'm getting wet." 

"Sorry," I said. 

"Oh, never mind," she answered. "In this heat it's actually quite refreshing." 

"Well have some more then," put in Julia, unscrewing her own bottle and deliberately pouring some of the water on Mandy's black croptop. Mandy screamed, and poured some of her water onto Julia's red boob-tube. 

As I accelerated up the slip-road onto the motorway, the back seat was the scene of a water battle as Julia and Mandy did their best to wet each other through to the sound of high-pitched shrieks and laughter. I only caught a glimpse of it in the rear-view mirror, but Keith had turned round as far as her could and was busy taking pictures with his digital camera. 

"You've completely wet me through," Julia said, pulling her boob-tube over her head and throwing it at Mandy. She'd removed her bra earlier on the way to Béziers so now she was topless as we drove down the motorway. But the stripping didn't stop there. 

"And I'm drenched too," said Mandy, pulling off her dripping croptop and throwing it at Julia. Keith was still taking photos. 

"Now, now, girls. Calm down please," I said, as I drove along at 120 kilometers an hour. 

And at that, there was a shriek of "You started it with your lousy driving" and Mandy's sodden croptop flew over the seat and landed in my lap – to be followed by Julia's boob-tube. 

"Don't you want these?" I asked as I held up one of the soaked items. 

"We can't wear those, they're wet through," said Julia. 

"You might as well get rid of them," Mandy added. My wife and I were obviously thinking alike. 

We were just coming up to the pull-in of a picnic area – one of those places you get on French highways that isn't a service area with restaurants and petrol but instead has benches to sit on, and tables where you can have a picnic. I turned into the slip-road, roared up to a rubbish bin, got out of the car and dumped the two sodden tops into it, got back in the car and then roared off again.

"What have you done with my top?" Julia asked.

"I thought you didn't need it," I answered. 

"That's right, you both said you didn't want them," Keith joined in.

"That's right," Mandy said. "We don't need them. If they were still in the car we might have been tempted to put them on again, but now we can't. Exciting, isn't it Julia?"

"I'm not sure," answered Julia.

"Yes it is," said Mandy. "We're both exhibitionists. And today you've helped me understand that it's even more exciting when loads of guys are going to see our photos on the Internet. So now I'm showing you that another way to make exhibitionism exciting is to make sure you have no way out. A Dutch friend taught me how to be Dan's slut – to promise him in advance that I'll do everything he tells me, and then do it without question, whatever he says. Now Dan's decided we shouldn't wear our tops again. I hope you don't mind if Julia's topless for the rest of the journey, Keith."
"Not at all. It turns me on to think about it," said Keith, taking another photo. 

"So do you mind, Julia?" Mandy asked. 

"I guess not if it turns Keith on," Julia answered.

"So you won't mind if we stop at the shopping centre just before we reach Cap d'Agde?" Mandy asked. "I need to buy some yoghurt." 

"Of course not," said Julia. "If you're game, so am I."

As we exited the motorway, I paid the toll charge, and the woman in the toll booth wished us all a "bon après-midi" as if a couple of topless women is quite a normal sight in the back of a car. Maybe it is in that part of France in the summer. As we neared Cap d'Agde I pulled off the main road to go to the same shopping complex that Mandy and I had visited on Thursday morning. 

I found a parking spot near the entrance. After Keith and I had got out of the car we made sure we helped Julia and Mandy out of the back seat. "Ready?" I asked. 

"As ready as we'll ever be," Mandy answered. 

"Let me get a few photos," Keith said, so the two women leaned side-by-side against the car while he filled up a few more megabytes. Then I held Mandy's hand and Keith held Julia's as we took our topless partners shopping. 

Needless to say, we didn't get far. A security guy in the entrance told us in French – and in no uncertain terms – that while the women could take off as much as they wanted on the beach, they needed to cover their breasts in the shopping centre. 

"Oh don't worry about that," Mandy told him in English, "we've come here for just that reason. My friend Julia and I lost our tops a little while ago and we've come here to find something to cover our boobs." And with that, Mandy and Julia strode past him and into the accessories store that Mandy had visited with me on Thursday.

Our women looked around the store but were obviously not in a hurry to find anything to cover up with. Eventually Mandy settled for a filmy pink scarf that she tied round her chest while Julia picked out a pale blue one. Both were so thin that their nipples showed through but at least they were wearing something – and the security guy looked satisfied. 

We strolled around the shopping centre a bit but didn't buy anything else (except for Mandy's yoghurt), and then we went back to the car where the two women posed – without scarves – for more photos to entertain the Internet voyeurs. Then we all bundled into the small Renault again and returned to Cap d'Agde where the first thing we did when we got out of the car was to take all our clothes off. 

"Wow, it feels nice to be naked again," exclaimed Mandy as she stepped out of her skirt. 

"It sure does," said Julia. "After all, there's no point having sexy boobs and a shaved pussy if you can't show them off, is there?" Keith and I agreed there wasn't. 

"And there's no point showing off your sexy boobs and shaved pussy if you're not going to get fucked, is there?" I added. 

"Dan, you do put things so romantically," Mandy laughed. "But you're right. So let's all go up to our apartment and have a drink and see what happens."

So we went up to our apartment with Julia and Keith to have a drink and, well, suffice it to say that the photos Keith took that afternoon got some kind of award a few weeks later for being the most downloaded from the website where he posted them. He took photos of Julia and Mandy doing a 69 on the floor, holding open each other's pussy flaps and sticking their tongues inside. He took photos of me fucking Julia on the sofa and I took some of him ramming Mandy doggy-style as she knelt on an armchair. Mandy took photos of Julia with my cock in her pussy and Keith's in her mouth, and Julia took photos of Mandy sucking both cocks simultaneously.

It was hard to focus on photography as Keith and I gave our partners generous facials. But Keith was clicking away again as Julia and Mandy licked the cum from each other's faces. I particularly liked one picture where they were both laughing at the camera with cum dripping from their chins.

And after that, it was already mid-afternoon so we decided to get a late lunch at a steak and salad bar before heading for the beach. 

"What a great morning that was," Julia said as she finished off her steak. 

"Sure was," said Keith, "I hope the rest of the day is as much fun." 

"There's no reason why it shouldn't be," Mandy told him. "With a couple of sluts like Julia and me around, you never know what might happen." 
Dan and I had spent the morning visiting the town of Béziers with our new friends Julia and Keith. Béziers is an ancient town and I'd even read in a guidebook that the population was massacred 800 years ago because their religious beliefs didn't fit with what the church expected. I guess all the flashing that Julia and I had done that morning (which we described in chapter 16 of this series) wouldn't fit with what the church expected too. Still, it was great fun.

After doing lesbian groping in the back of the car, flashing our tits and pussies in the streets of a busy town, strolling topless into a shopping centre, then sharing each other's partners (and their cum) -- and getting photographed doing it all -- Julia and I led our two guys down to the beach at about three in the afternoon.

Believe it or not, we weren't especially looking for sex on the beach. We'd all seen it before, though Julia and Kevin hadn't seen as much of it as Dan and I had. We sunbathed together on a fairly empty part of the beach for a couple of hours or so, and all of us seemed to doze off to sl**p for a while. I went fast asl**p until I woke to the sensation of someone rubbing my pussy. It was Julia. She leaned across me, her breasts on mine and kissed me lightly on the lips as her fingers massaged my clit.

"Where are Dan and Kevin?" I asked as I looked around but couldn't see them. "Oh they've gone to look at some of the action on the swingers' beach," Julia said, pushing her middle finger into me. I opened my legs wider. "Do you like that?" she asked. 

"Of course I do," I replied. "Don't you?" 

"Yes, of course," she said, pushing her finger deep into me again.

Julia massaged my clit again and I'd just closed my eyes when I felt another female form flop down at the other side of me. "Hi Mandy," said Linda as I opened my eyes. "Looks like you're having fun. Hello, I'm Linda," she said to Julia. 

"Linda, this is Julia," I said. "We met last night after we'd left you."

"Pleased to meet you, Julia," Linda said. "I see you're taking advantage of my innocent friend Mandy." 

"Innocent?" Julia exclaimed. "So far today she's spent most of her time posing for horny photos."

"Well, next time tell me beforehand and I'll come and pose with you," Linda said.

"How about tonight?" I answered. "Julia and I are planning to strip for the guys at the Montrose bar. We can't take photos there, but afterwards ..."

My voice trailed off as Julia added excitedly: "Afterwards we can all have a little orgy and my partner Keith will take photos of us and post them on the Internet." 

"That sounds like a great way to spend a Saturday evening," Linda said. "I hope the orgy won't be too little though. I haven't had any cock since last night."

"I'm sure we'll find as much cock as we want," I told her. "I don't think there's a shortage round here."

We all laughed. We played around a bit with each others' breasts and pussies. And then we decided to go and find our partners.

Linda's partner Jim had found Dan and Keith. The three of them were standing with a group of other voyeurs as two couples indulged in some sixty-nine sucking, and then changed partners and indulged some more. There was a mild applause as the two guys came in their partners' mouths almost simultaneously. 

We led our guys to where a group was forming round another blowjob. A woman with long dark hair was on all fours tonguing her man who knelt in the sand. She pulled off him and he wanked briefly then came, shooting his load into his partner's mouth from a full nine inches away. This time the applause was loud and spontaneous as the crowd appreciated his skillful aim. 

Another blowjob that started not far away soon resulted in the woman's pussy being licked and massaged. Then the guy put his cock in the pussy and fucked it hard -- first as she lay on her towel, and then with her legs wide apart and her pussy in the air. After various gymnastics, the performance ended when he came in her mouth. She swallowed the cum down. Then she wiped up some drops that had landed on her chest and licked it off her fingers. The couple stood up as the crowd drifted away, and started chatting to another couple who had been watching. One German couple and one French couple spoke in English as they made arrangements to meet later that evening.

As I looked around me I seemed to see nothing but couples touching each other intimately. I watched a couple aged maybe around 30; the woman, tall and blonde, was busy taking her partner's cock deep into her mouth as she massaged his balls. Maybe 10 feet away another couple, aged 40 or so, were doing the same. The younger woman noticed them and said something to her partner. Then she went over to the older couple, introduced herself, and asked if she and her partner could join them and swap. It was all very polite. The older couple were happy to agree so the younger woman called her partner over. He lay next to the older woman who started tonguing his erect cock, while the younger woman went down on the older guy. A few minutes later both men had shot their loads in the women's mouths, the women kissed long and juicily, and the four settled down to mutual stroking.

Once that was over I went to join Linda, Julia and the guys who were watching a slim woman with short grey hair and a very even suntan who was lying with her legs apart as another woman knelt between them and stroked her pussy gently. Beside the woman with short grey hair lay two guys, one on each side of her with their heads at her feet. She lay there masturbating the two cocks as the guys fingered the pussy of the woman who was stroking her.

After that we followed the crowd of voyeurs who formed a circle round two couples who were fucking. The women were sitting astride their guys, riding their cocks. I don't know how long they'd been at it, but I saw them change cocks twice. I was in the front row watching them, and as I watched I leaned back against Dan. As we looked at the free amateur sex show, his arms came round my waist and pulled me against him. I could feel his penis hardening against the crack of my bum. And then his right hand moved down my stomach to stroke my pussy. 

It was a really nice feeling to be in my husband's arms as he caressed me. And it was a really sexy feeling to know that 50, 60, 70 or more people could see us as he openly rubbed my naked pussy. And as I looked around me I saw that I was not the only woman getting that kind of attention. One woman just opposite me had two guys rubbing her pussy as she watched the free show.

After the four on the floor had each had their orgasms the crowd started to disperse. I turned round to Dan, bent down and kissed the end of his semi-erect cock. "I love you," I said as I stood up again and kissed him on the mouth.

The voyeurs had now gathered round another open-air fuck session. And so it went on. "Watching all this makes me feel horny again," I said to Linda. 

"Me too," she answered, "but maybe we'd better save our guys' energy for this evening."

We watched the action for a while longer but then all six of us returned to where we'd left our towels to build up our tans a bit more. And after that it was time for tea.

On our way back to our apartments, we all stopped off at a small café. Sitting naked on our towels, we chatted about nudity, sex, the wonderful weather, and the ancient buildings we'd seen. 

The afternoon was becoming evening and people were starting to appear with clothes on. As I sipped my tea, I watched a young woman walk past pushing a small c***d in a pushchair. The woman wore a pale green patterned knee-length see-through skirt and a little strappy top. The skirt looked as if it had been bought with a lining, but she had taken it out so you could see her bum clearly.

Another woman went past in nothing special really -- just a little denim miniskirt showing her bum, and a button-up denim jacket that hung unbuttoned to show her naked boobs.

"What are you going to wear tonight?" Keith asked Julia as he drained his coffee cup. "I don't know," she answered. "Not much I expect. I'll go naked if you want."

"Oh no," he said. "You can't go naked in the evening. But please wear something that doesn't cover anything up."

"Well why don't you buy me something to wear," Julia said. "Let's go and look in a few of the clothes shops on our way back to our apartment.

So off they went in search of clothes that would reveal more than they covered, promising to meet us all at the same spot at 8:30. 

Back at our apartment, Dan and I both showered, then we lazed around naked for a while. He'd shaved off the stubble of his pubic hair in the shower and now he watched me as I epilated my pussy. His cock grew really hard as he watched me remove every vestige of hair. I lay back on the sofa, grasped my ankles and pulled my legs in the air and wide apart. "Here, fuck me if you want," I said.

"I really want," he said, "but I want to save my spunk for the orgy tonight. I expect we'll be fucking with Jim and Linda and Keith and Julia later on."

"I expect we will," I said. "When couples go out with friends in this place, I think it would be unusual not to have an orgy."

I put on my make-up in the bathroom, then went into the bedroom to get dressed -- if that is what you call putting on a pussy-length fishnet shift and high-heeled shoes. 

"How do I look?" I asked Dan as I emerged from the bedroom. 

He looked me up and down, obviously savouring the sight of my evenly tanned body through the skintight black fishnet. "You look charming," he said.

"Charming?" I retorted. "Charming is much too conservative. Don't I look like a slut?"

"Well yes," he said, "but you're the most charming slut I've seen -- and since we've been here I've seen quite a few. You're sexy, you're slutty, and you're charming."

"Thank you," I answered. "I'll do my best to be all those things for you tonight."

We left the apartment and set off to the place where we'd arranged to meet our friends. On the way we passed an open-fronted shop selling erotic clothes. A young woman with close-cropped black hair was trying on a dress. She's walked in totally naked so it hardly seemed strange that she should try on a crotch-length transparent blue dress and parade around in it to show her partner -- and everyone else who was passing. Another woman walked into the store and pulled off her tight black microskirt in order to try on a tighter one that was even more micro. She wore no underwear, of course. 

Linda and Jim were waiting at the meeting place when we arrived. Linda looked fantastic in a red rubber microskirt, white hold-ups and high red shoes, and with her boobs spilling out of a transparent frilly white blouse knotted at the waist. Linda and I kissed each other on the cheeks in the French way, and I kissed Jim too. We'd had so much sex this week that I hardly noticed that Jim's hand groped my bum as we kissed -- nor did I take much notice when Dan's hand went inside Linda's blouse as he kissed her.

We were still doing our kissing, groping and feeling when Julia and Keith turned up. "Look what Keith bought me," Julia proudly announced as she approached in a transparent a****l-print body stocking with cut-outs for her boobs and pussy. "He wanted me to wear something cheap and trashy so we got this." I didn't say anything but it certainly did look cheap and trashy.

The kissing started again, and this time Keith groped my bum while Dan and Jim made sure that Julia's boobs and pussy got plenty of attention.

There was a small Chinese restaurant on the edge of the pedestrian area not far away so we decided to eat there. We chose a table outside so we could watch people going by. There were a couple of other restaurants nearby, as well as an erotic clothes shop and the entrance to a cocktail bar, so we weren't short of passers-by to look at.

For instance, there was this buxom young woman in a tight-fitting black see-through dress with horizontal lace panels around her breasts, waist and bum -- and naturally she was without underwear. She and her partner were talking to another couple, and the other woman was in black leather chaps, a tiny thong and studded bustier that pushed her boobs up and out so her nipples were on show. 

I watched a young woman pass close to us in a black dress that consisted of a strip of material that passed round the back of her neck so that two narrow panels hung down the front and more or less (less rather than more) covered her breasts. The panels were joined to a brief skirt that started way below her navel and ended at pussy level. She had nothing at the back except for the skirt which showed the top of her bum crack (and the tattoo above it) and the bottom of her bum cheeks. And this was with thigh boots. 

The young woman wandered into the clothes shop with her partner and tried on a few outfits. Since there was no changing room she did this in full view of everyone. When she finally left the store she was wearing a glittery bead outfit consisting of a tiny bikini top and a skirt no longer than what she had before -- maybe 6 to 8 inches -- but this was just a beaded band on her hips with a fringe of beads hanging from it. And she wasn't one to spoil the ensemble by wearing anything underneath. 

As we ate our meal (which I must say was not very thrilling), three German couples came into the restaurant and sat near us. They were in their forties with fairly ample figures, but the women were dressed pretty slutty. One had on a red see-through dress that didn't cover her bum when she sat down -- with a tiny red thong under it. Another was in a black net top with her nipples poking through the net, a leather miniskirt and hold-up stockings showing. The third had on a really awful orange see-through lace top with a too-tight black lace see-through skirt over her cellulite, and with suspenders and seamed stockings. 

They seemed a crude and noisy bunch. They talked twice as loud as was necessary, the guys kept feeling the women's tits across the table, the only woman in a thong took it off and stood up to show her pierced clit to her friends, and in the middle of their meal the woman in black net took her top off and dipped one boob in her sweet-and-sour so the others -- guys and women -- could have a lick. I thought their behaviour was really common. Admittedly Julia, Linda and I each had our tits and pussies on show, but our table manners were impeccable. We certainly didn't dip our tits in our food. The next day we saw the same three couples on the beach fucking and sucking each other randomly.

After our meal, and a good deal of rosé, we strolled around a while looking at all the other exhibitionists just as they looked at us. My fishnet dress was barely crotch-length anyway, but as Dan walked along with his arm round me he made sure the hem stayed way above my pussy. I really enjoyed walking around like that with him. 

When we finally reached the Montrose bar the wine was blotting out any inhibitions I might have left after a week of Cap d'Agde debauchery. When Julia said "Come on girls, let's dance" I scrambled clumsily up onto the bar and then collapsed on my back with my legs wide open and started laughing. Julia and Linda climbed up with me and, teetering on their high heels, somehow dragged me to my feet so I could teeter on mine. 

A couple of women were already dancing on one of the platforms at the other side of the bar. They must have been amateurs like us because they were laughing and giggling as they stroked each other's boobs and lifted their skirts to show their private bits to the crowd. We were soon doing the same. 

I didn't bother taking my dress off. The body-hugging fishnet rode up over my hips as I gyrated to the music so it showed my pussy anyway. Julia's body-stocking was see-through and had cut-outs so her boobs hung out and her pussy got plenty of fresh air. Linda was the only one who did any stripping. She pulled her red rubber skirt up over her bum, where it stayed -- like mine -- all the time she was on the bar, but she untied the knot that fastened her transparent blouse and threw the garment to Jim to take care of it for her.

It was great to be so openly erotic in public. My pussy was so hot and I felt really horny as the crowd cheered us. And then as I wiggled my bum and shook my boobs, Julia shouted "Hey look, Mandy" to me and pointed to a guy drinking beer from a bottle just a few feet away. He was watching us intently, and as my eyes met his I realized I'd seen him before. "Mandy, Julia," he shouted. 

"Oh my god," I shrieked to Julia. "It's the guy off the barge at Béziers." 

"And he's got his friends with him," she shrieked back. Sure enough, standing next to him were the other two guys and the girl we'd seen on the barge too. Tonight, in silver hotpants and a red-and-black bustier with the bra cups removed, she was moving to the music, alternately rubbing her butt and her boobs against first one of the guys and then the other. 

"That'll teach me to strip for strangers," I thought as I remembered how Julia and I had waved our tops and skirts at the guy on the barge that morning and invited him to join us tonight.

He was quite good-looking, and the other two guys were not bad either. And the girl who was with them had an air of being liberal about her sexual tastes. I was transfixed, fantasizing about having lesbian sex with her as the guys fucked us both. My mind was so full of lust that I hardly noticed when Julia pulled my dress over my head and threw it to Dan. 

For the next five minutes, naked apart from my stilettos, I danced for my guy off the barge, and I danced for the girl in silver hotpants, and I danced for her two boyfriends, and I danced for Julia and Linda, and for Kevin and Jim, and I danced for Dan -- as sexily, and as sluttily, and as charmingly as I could. And when I got down off the bar into Dan's waiting arms, I was ready for just about any kind of sex with any of them.

And it wasn't long before I got it. But first we had another couple of drinks at the Montrose and got chatting with our new friends from the barge at Béziers. It wasn't very easy to chat since none of them spoke very good English -- but somehow we managed. Yves -- that was the dark-haired guy that Julia and I had seen on the barge first and who we both fancied -- as did Linda once she'd met him -- had given up a job in an airplane factory in Toulouse and now lived on a barge on the Canal du Midi and was writing a novel about the area in the Middle Ages. 

Yves watched me as I struggled into my dress again. The perspiration on my skin made it difficult to pull the tight fishnet sheath over my body. It was barely pussy-length but I pulled it down as far as it would go. Yves smiled at me. "Une jolie robe," he said. "Thanks," I said. "I'm glad you like it. Though maybe it looks better like this. What do you think?" I asked, pulling the dress up slightly at the waist so that the hem rose a couple of inches above my tanned pussy. "Oui, beaucoup better," was his answer. I thought afterwards how tarty that was of me, but on reflection, in the swinging atmosphere of Cap d'Agde, showing my pussy to a guy I fancied was quite normal really.
Conversation seemed to get easier the more we drank. We found out that the girl, Céline, was Yves' s****r who'd come to visit with her two boyfriends and who spent most of her time getting fucked. She explained in broken English and sign language that she always had bigger orgasms with two cocks than with one so she always made sure she had two boyfriends. I must say both the guys looked quite happy about it. 

Dan asked Céline if she ever had more than two cocks to make her orgasms even bigger still. She nodded enthusiastically. Apparently it was the more the merrier so far as she was concerned, but her b*****r only had room for two guys on his barge. From the look on Dan's face, I got the feeling he intended to make sure she got more than just her usual two cocks tonight. 

On the bar, a mature blonde and a young brunette were stripping each other as they danced. "Hey, I feel like dancing again," I said. "Let's find a club where we can let our hair down." 

The girls all agreed that was a great idea, and the guys had too much to lose to say no. So, hitching my dress up another couple of inches for good measure, I took Dan on one arm and Yves on the other and led our gang to a gangbang club -- the one where I'd worn my schoolgirl outfit and Dan had done his spanking the Monday before. (We wrote about that in chapter 7.)

The couples got in free but since we had two men too many we had to pay for them -- but it was worth it. The place was quite crowded and the dance floor looked like a multiple orgy was taking place. The women were either barely dressed -- like me and my friends -- or were completely naked, and the men were either helping them out of the rest of their clothes or getting blowjobs. At least, that was the first impression I got. 

The music was loud and the overweight guy behind the bar was singing along to it loudly too. I couldn't tell what the words were but he had a surprisingly good voice. 

I watched two older couples in black PVC outfits. One woman had on a PVC basque and red fishnet stockings while the other wore a PVC bra and studded choker. Both were bottomless and were bent over side-by-side facing opposite directions -- each with one guy's cock in her mouth and the other guy stroking her pussy. Before long they went off to a large water bed in a curtained alcove to fuck and suck to their hearts' content. They emerged 20 minutes later, all four dripping with sweat and the two ladies dripping with cum from their tits as well. Then they wiped themselves off, dressed themselves up, and went back on the dance floor to start all over again.

A woman with long blonde hair and a short green dress with a neckline that plunged below her navel strolled into the back room hand-in-hand with her partner. A group of people followed -- including Dan, Yves and me. As the woman in green put her arms round her partner's neck to kiss him, the hem of her dress rose up and exposed her bum cheeks. The dress opened at the front as her partner put his hands inside and stroked her boobs. 

The couple kissed gently, even quite romantically. He pulled her dress off her shoulders to expose her breasts and then he pulled it up around her waist. They still stood their kissing gently as two guys moved closer and stroked her bum. She had no underwear on, of course, so it wasn't long before the hands of two strangers were exploring between her legs. She didn't turn round but carried on kissing her partner until a stranger's cock was rubbing between her legs too. 

Then the kissing stopped and, without giving the strangers a second glance, the blonde woman and her partner pushed through the crowd of onlookers to a nearby waterbed. She unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down as he lay back on the bed. She pulled off his shoes and jeans (like her, he wore no underwear) and scrambled onto the bed next to him. Kneeling, she leaned over his erect penis and took it into her mouth.

At a sign from her partner, the two strangers stripped off too and began to give her bum and pussy some more attention. After licking her pussy, one of them rolled on a condom, eased his cock into her pussy and then rammed it home. She gasped a little and paused from her blowjob as the felt herself being filled by the cock of a guy she hadn't even seen. Then she resumed sucking her partner as the first stranger fucked her hard and deep and the second stranger stretched his arms beneath her to caress her boobs. 

By this time, of course, I was getting groped all over by Dan and Yves -- and by a few other stray hands as well from what I could tell. I kissed Dan and Yves in turn and, in the crush of people between the waterbeds in the back room, I ended up sandwiched between my two male e****ts as a grey-haired guy in the crowd paused to fondle my boobs. He was quite nice and on another occasion I might have invited him to join us, but this night I already had my hands full. 

"No thanks," I said to him. "I'm already occupied." I had one hand on Dan's crotch in front of me and the other on Yves' crotch behind me. 

The grey-haired guy wandered over to the waterbed to watch the blonde who was busy with her partner and her two new admirers. As he watched, believe it or not, I saw a woman about my age with long fair hair walk over to the bed, pull off her glimmering blue microdress, cast aside her see-through thong, and then lie in front of the grey-haired guy with her legs wide open. She smiled at him invitingly as she pulled her pussy lips apart. He wasted no time in burying his face between her legs and, with his mouth clamped to her pussy, licked her hard and fast for several minutes before pausing for a few seconds to pull off his shirt. Then he resumed the close-up oral massage in earnest. 

A guy who seemed to be the woman's partner alternated between putting his cock into her mouth and (when he got a chance) into the mouth of the blonde at the other end of the bed. When the woman with the legs wide open reached orgasm, her hips jerked up and down the grey-haired guy's face as he tried to keep pace with her dripping pussy. After that she thanked him by giving him a blowjob and wanking his cum onto her boobs, and then settled down to a foursome with her partner and a German couple who'd been watching her antics. 

While this was going on, a woman in a short black lycra dress came into the back room from the dance floor with her pony-tailed boyfriend and three other guys and another woman in tow. She was soon on her knees with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth, three other cocks waving about near her face, and with the other woman crouched behind her with her fingers under her bum. 

Needless to say, lots of people -- including me and Dan and Yves -- crowded in close to watch the action. The group soon moved to a vacant waterbed where the pony-tailed guy pulled off his girlfriend's lycra dress and pushed her onto her back. She wouldn't let anyone fuck her but she willingly let herself be felt up by the three strangers and the other woman. She ended up giving handjobs to two of the guys and sucking the third into her mouth. Then we watched as she let her boyfriend jack off onto her face as the other woman licked her out. Funny how some people spend their Saturday evenings, isn't it

By this time, of course, my pussy was getting a liberal fingering from my two guys and I could feel my juices dribbling down the inside of my leg. I decided I'd like to show my affection for Dan and my lust for Yves by giving them a double blowjob. But as soon as I crouched down and got their flies unzipped, I was surrounded by a whole host of guys with their cocks at the ready. A bukkake was in the making -- with me at the centre of it -- and while I was hoping to have a few bukkakes before my holiday ended, that wasn't quite what I had planned this evening. 

Fortunately Linda saved me. She pushed through the crowd in her red rubber microskirt and with her white frilly blouse hanging undone. "Hey Linda, you're monopolizing all the cock in the place," she said. "Save the bukkake for later. Come and dance. Julia and I want a piece of Dan and Yves too," she added. 

I got to my feet, pushing aside several persistent erections. "Thanks for saving me," I said. "I don't know what came over me."

Swinging is all about sharing partners, but that can be a drawback when you want to keep them to yourself, I thought to myself.

I made it back to dance floor with Linda's arm round me and with Dan and Yves close behind. The gaps in Julia's transparent body stocking were being explored by Celine's two boyfriends while Céline, who by now had stepped out of her shorts, was putting on a suggestive dance show for Jim, Keith and a bunch of other guys. 

"It looks like she's learned your trick," Dan commented as Céline pushed a finger into her pussy and then offered it to one of the guys to suck. (I did that to Dan in chapter 11.)

Dan led me onto the dance floor while Linda led Yves off to the bar where she sat him on a bar stool and proceeded to rub her boobs against him. 

I enjoyed dancing with Dan. He's not an especially good dancer but he moved to the rhythm of the music as I danced for him in the way he likes best -- showing as much bare flesh as possible. As I rubbed my pussy and tweaked my nipples for him, I could see his cock was straining against the crotch of his lightweight jeans. I reached out and stroked it and Dan started grinning -- but not at me. He seemed to be smiling at someone behind me. At that moment I felt the unmistakably erotic sensation of a pair of naked boobs pushing against my back as two hands with bright red fingernails crept under my arms and cupped my boobs.

I'd learned by now from watching other women that, when someone touches you sexually in a gangbang club like this one, the real turn-on is just to let it happen without even bothering to look who's doing it. Several times in the clubs of Cap d'Agde I'd seen women bent over giving blowjobs who got cocks put up their pussies, yet they didn't even look round to see who the owners were. So I looked Dan straight in the eyes, pressed my hand firmly against his crotch, and let the unknown female hands massage my boobs. Even when a male hand reached round to stroke my pussy I just ignored it and focused only on Dan.

I'd stopped dancing by now and I moved closer to Dan and put my arms around his neck. As I offered my mouth for him to kiss, I determined not to stop the hands from exploring my body. An unknown finger pushed inside my pussy and then, as someone pushed my bum cheeks gently apart, I felt a tongue lick up and down the cleft of my bum. What an amazing feeling that was! The finger came out of my pussy and pressed against my anus as saliva from the tongue ran down my bum.

"Simone?" I asked, remembering the tongue that had licked my pussy earlier in the week. 

"Allo Mandy," was the response of the Frenchwoman who I'd joined in a little lesbian show in the early hours of Tuesday morning (you can read about that in chapter 8 of this series). And then the tongue lapped at my bum crack and anus again.

"Wow, that's great Simone," I gasped and, still not turning round, I bent forward, steadying myself with my hands on Dan's hips. I shifted my feet apart to give Simone's tongue better access to my bum and pussy, and Dan quickly undid his jeans and pulled them down so my tongue had better access to his cock.

Simone was somehow crouching between my legs giving my pussy and anus the full attention of her tongue and fingers. She really is an expert at pussy-licking. And I was trying to show Dan what a great expert I am at cock-sucking -- taking as much of it into my mouth as possible, then licking round the end of it, and running my open mouth up and down the side. 

However, it got a bit difficult to do it so expertly when another cock arrived beside Dan's. I heard the two guys greeting each other and gathered that this was Simone's partner. I didn't look up but gave the new arrival a welcoming suck and lick as well. 

Bent forward with my legs apart, I was now balancing myself by clutching two erect cocks. Apart from the fact that the guys expected me to suck them, it was in my interest to keep them as hard as possible so I had something to hold on to. It would have been undignified to fall over in the middle of a swingers' club dance floor, so for the sake of my dignity I sucked both cocks as best I could -- though it wasn't easy when Simone's expert tongue made my entire body shudder with my first orgasm of the evening.

I shrieked involuntarily when the full f***e of the orgasm hit me. "Oh, that was fantastic," I gasped.

Simone was soon at my side. She helped me stand upright and, before I knew it, I was tasting my own cum juices as she kissed me full on the mouth. We kissed for quite a long time and only stopped when our two guys put some cock in our pussies. Since I saw Dan standing behind Simone looking pleased with himself, I assumed that the cock in me belonged to Simone's partner. 

So that our guys could have better access to us, Simone and I both leaned forward against each other. "Nice to see you again," I said as I placed my mouth on hers. Then we started kissing again and sucking each other's tongue and nipples. As my tongue circled the aureole of her left nipple she said something about having missed me. 

"I missed you too," I said. "We'd better make sure we don't lose contact." 

I could feel the juices running down my leg again as Simone's partner thrust hard into me. And Simone clutched at me to keep her balance as Dan banged her for all he was worth. I could see from the expression on Simone's face that she was fast heading for a climax. Her face came close to mine. "Spank," she said.

"Spank her, Dan," I called to my husband over the din of the music. "She wants you to spank her like you did last Monday."

Dan looked at me with an expression of surprise, but then he shrugged his shoulders, withdrew his penis from her juicy chasm and slapped her bum hard with the flat of his hand. She stumbled against me but kept her balance. "Encore," she said, "continuez". 

"The lady wants more," I shouted to Dan. "She says you're to carry on."

"Her wish is my command," he said and then set about slapping her five or six times really hard. Other people started to pay attention, and one woman even paused from a blowjob to watch Dan and Simone. Dan pushed his cock into Simone for a few more thrusts, then once again he withdrew and slapped her bum as hard as he could maybe 10 or more times. 

Simone screamed and moaned, and then moaned again as Dan's cock went into her once more. She came almost immediately, her body shaking so much that I had difficulty holding her. Her partner even abandoned my pussy to help me stop her from falling. And after that we helped her, dizzy with delight, to find her way through the crowd to the bar. We sat her on a bar stool and gave her a large glass of iced mineral water that she almost downed in one. I say almost because she saved about a quarter of the glassful and, opening her legs wide, poured it on her pussy. She said something in French which I gathered meant that her pussy was so hot that she needed to cool it down. From the spanking that Dan gave her I reckon her bum must have been hot too. 

As I looked around for our friends, I saw two older women arrive devoid of male company. However, as they walked onto the dance floor dressed in basques (one black and one red) and black stockings, they soon attracted an eager group of younger guys. How modest, I thought to myself as I noticed that both women wore thongs over their shaven pussies. But not for long. They soon helped each other out of them on the dance floor and were soon getting felt up, and later fucked, by four or five men. The thought of a couple of women in their fifties going out for the evening in their underwear to sample whatever cock's on offer intrigued me. But why not? When I saw them later on with a plentiful supply of male members both they -- and the guys -- were having a great time.

As Dan and I tried to make conversation with Simone and her partner Marc, Linda came over to us with Yves in tow. Her red rubber skirt was round her waist and her white frilly blouse was hanging open. The smile on her face and the moisture glistening on her pussy showed that she'd been enjoying herself. 

"Hey, Mandy. This guy you found sure can lick. He just brought me off with his tongue. I told him he should do it to you," Linda said.

"Well, that's nice of you to try him out for me," I answered. 

Then, smiling at Yves' dark features, I told him "I hope you're as good as my friend says you are."

"Where's Jim?" I asked Linda.

"He's with Keith and some other guys. They took Céline into the back room. I think she's going to get gangbanged," she said.

"Mmm, she'll like that," I commented.

"Yes she will," added Dan. "Mind if I join them?"

"Not at all," I told him. "Enjoy yourself darling." 

Dan set off in search of action, so I introduced Linda to Simone and her partner Marc. They remembered seeing each other during Dan's spanking session the previous Monday night. 

"Have you seen Julia?" I asked Linda.

"I think she's heading for a gangbang or a bukkake too," Linda said. "The last I saw of her she was on her knees sucking Céline's two boyfriends with a crowd of other guys looking like they were going to join in."

I tried to explain to Simone in French that we had two other female friends -- Céline and Julia -- with us and that they were each taking on a bunch of guys. 

"Mais oui. C'est normale," Simone said. "Je crois que la plupart des dames dans ce club aiment la pluralité."

I understood the bit about yes it's normal, but I had to ask her what she meant about most women in the club liking plurality. She explained that plurality is the word that French swingers use to describe having a lot of partners at once. I told her that since I'd been in France I'd started liking plurality too.

Simone laughed. "Let's go and find your other friends," she said.

So we threaded our way through the people on the dance floor (I won't call them dancers because although most people start by dancing they soon progress to sexual groping, sucking, and even fucking like Simone and I had done). Linda straightened her red rubber microskirt as she walked, and Simone pulled her shiny blue tube dress up over her boobs and down over most of her bum. I must admit, however, that the dress wasn't long enough to cover them both very effectively.

"I love your dress," I said to her. 

"Merci," she said. She explained in limited English that Marc had bought it for her for Valentine's Day. And she further explained that she got a real kick out of wearing clothes that didn't cover much. 

"So do I," I told her. "Dan always fantasized about seeing me wearing erotic clothes in public, but I never actually wore them in public till we came here where nearly all the women do it. It really turns me on to show myself to everyone."

By the time we'd reached the back room with its assortment of waterbeds, we'd passed three women giving blowjobs, two couples fucking, and two women kissing and feeling each other up while two guys took them from behind. 

You know, the swingers clubs in Cap d'Agde are quite amazing. Everyone goes there for the same thing, and getting it from a stranger is part of the thrill. And in a gangbang club like this one, it would be unusual for a woman not to have multiple partners at the same time.

Anyway, in the waterbed room, the bed just inside the entrance was occupied by the two mature ladies -- one in a black basque and one in a red one -- with their entourage of young guys. The women were side-by-side on their backs laughing and giggling like teenagers while a bunch of guys half their age used them as sex objects. The woman in black was having her pussy eaten out by a pale blonde-haired guy, while the other was being shafted f***efully by a deeply tanned hunk with dark hair and stubble and a smooth muscular chest that his lady in red kept running her hands over. Another guy knelt on the bed caressing their boobs and licking their nipples, while two more youthful males filled their mouths with cock when they weren't laughing.
Further on we found the bed where Céline was accommodating Jim, Keith, Dan and two others while an audience of half-dressed couples looked on. Even after a week of free-for-all sex and debauchery, I was astonished at Céline's appetite for cock. She was on all fours and my loving husband was fucking her from behind as she gobbled greedily at first one then another of the other cocks on offer. 

As we watched, the scene changed. The guys nodded to each other, Dan withdrew, Jim lay on his back and invited Céline to straddle his cock. She positioned her pussy on his rigid tool then leaned forward, dangling her boobs over Jim's face. As she did so, Dan reached for a tube of some kind of lube, squeezed some onto her anus and then proceeded unceremoniously to push two fingers inside. When he was satisfied that an anal fuck was plain sailing, he directed his condom-coated cock at her anus and eased it inside. 

Linda and I moved closer to get a better look at our partners giving Céline a dose of double penetration. "You look as though you're enjoying yourselves," I said.

"Just trying to cater to the lady's needs," was Dan's reply. "Has that guy licked you out yet?" he asked, nodding towards Yves who stood behind me.

"Not yet," I said. "I wanted to check out whether you were getting bored without me."

"The only one getting bored is Céline," he was quick to reply. 

"And we're all going to give her a good boring," added Keith as Céline wanked his cock with her right hand and someone else's with her left. She smiled at us with that look of painful bliss that only double penetration can give you, and then uttered a series of loud yelps as her double boring brought her to a violent orgasm. 

When her body had stopped shaking, the guys shifted positions again. This time one of the guys I didn't know lay underneath her to fuck her pussy while Keith replaced Dan in her bum. Peeling off his condom, Dan move round to the front and offered her his cock to suck, which she did willingly, wanking the other two cocks at the same time.

I looked at Yves and got the distinct impression that he wasn't interested in watching his s****r get gangbanged. I guess that's only natural. He had his arms round both Linda and me, and was stroking our boobs. Simone and Marc were obviously getting horny again too, so we moved on -- only to come across a solid crowd of people all straining to look at something that was going on in the middle of them. 

"I wonder if this is our wayward friend Julia," Linda said. 

I couldn't see very well since people were packed so closely together, but by crouching down and looking between legs I could make out the distinctive pattern of a cheap a****l-print body-stocking. "It's her all right," I said. "It looks like she's on her knees."

"I guess we don't have to guess what she's doing," Linda said.

"No," I answered, "though I can't make out how many she's doing it with. A lot, by the look of it."

"C'est Julia?" Yves asked.

"Oui, c'est Julia," I said.

"It's Julia alright," added Linda. "And I think I go and join her."

"There must be more than a dozen guys," I said. "You'll get completely plastered."

"Well I'm on holiday. I might as well let my hair down," she said. After all, my husband's helping yours to gangbang some French broad, you're obviously going to get laid by her b*****r, and I'm certainly not going home yet. I might as well give Julia a helping hand."

And with that Linda pushed into the crowd shouting "Make way guys". She seemed to lose her blouse as she got nearer to the epicenter of the bukkake, and then sank to her knees facing Julia. And that was the last I saw of her for a while.

As we'd stood there, Yves' hands had been exploring my body and I hadn't stopped him. I think one or two other hands had felt me up too but since the entire experience was making me feel hornier by the minute I didn't object. 

By now my net dress was up above my boobs but that hardly mattered in a place like this. 

"I want you to lick me like you licked Linda," I said to Yves, leading him to a vacant corner of a waterbed. Two couples were already fucking on it, and there were others standing around watching, but I found enough room to lie back and spread my legs for Yves. I'm not sure he'd understood what I said, but when I opened my legs wide in front of him her certainly got the message. And was he good? He was fantastic.

Yves stripped off his shirt then put his mouth to my pussy and started licking me gently. He sucked on my labia, flicked my clit with his tongue, then pushed my pussy lips apart and pressed his mouth firmly against my pussy while his tongue moved up and down and sideways. That went on a for a minute or two and I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter and juicier and juicier when all of a sudden he moved off me to take off his jeans and thong. I reached out towards him to draw his face to my pussy again but he brushed my arms aside, then lifted my legs in the air and pushed them back so that my head and shoulders were on the bed but my body was vertical and my legs were parallel to the bed with my feet behind my head. 

Now my bum and pussy were totally at Yves' mercy, and he licked them -- both of them -- mercilessly. He was completely in control of my entire body and he had total access to my vagina and anus. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but I couldn't do anything about it and in fact it made me feel wonderfully slutty to be held down and used like that in front of other people. 

"Yes," I said, "that's great," as his tongue started squirming around inside my pussy again and then a finger or two went inside as well. His tongue concentrated on my clit and the front of my pussy while two fingers of one hand and two of the other pushed into me alternately as well. With the position he was in, this wasn't the easiest thing to do, so he moved off me for a while to concentrate on the double-handed finger-fucking -- first the two fingers of the left hand and then two fingers of the right. Then the alternate pumping slowed and all four fingers started working in unison, fucking me like a four-pronged cock -- then five prongs, then six.

Just as I was about to explode from the f***ed six-finger fuck, Yves pulled his fingers out and put his mouth to my gaping pussy once more. I was juicing at maximum output and I could feel the liquid running past my anus and up the crack of my bum. Yves simply increased the flow not only by tonguing my pussy but also by licking my pink anus, making sure that it got wet and sloppy too. In fact, it got so sloppy that I hardly noticed when he slipped a finger into my bum. I realized it was there only when he pushed another in to join it and I felt them moving inside. 

When Yves put a handful of fingers into my pussy too, and he started pumping both hands in turn -- into my bum and out of my pussy, then into my pussy and out of my bum -- I started to shake all over. And then he changed position again. He removed his fingers from me completely (he must have had a view of two holes gaping widely), and brought my legs forward over his shoulders as he knelt on the bed in front of me. 

With my shoulders on the bed, and with my knees over his shoulders I was glad of the extra support for my body when he grasped me round the waist and pulled my pussy to his face. I watched as he spat directly into my pussy hole. If anyone had told me about such a thing before I came on this holiday I'm sure I would have thought it disgusting, but somehow in the middle of a swingers club with my husband gangbanging a French chick and my friends getting bukkake from total strangers, having some guy spit in my pussy didn't offend me at all. It just seemed like another new sexual experience -- and new sexual experiences were what Dan and I had come here for. 

Yves sucked really hard on my labia, then somehow worked them in and out of his mouth as if he was giving them a blowjob. It was just an amazing feeling. And it got even more amazing as he licked long and hard along the length of my pussy and back again time and time again. Some guy knelt on the bed at the side of me and offered me his cock to suck, but I waved him away. I didn't want distracting from what Yves was doing to me.

And then of course I came, my entire body shuddering as the waves of orgasm swept through me. After that I just hung there -- hot, wet and limp -- from Yves' shoulders till he lay me down on my back on the bed again. I lay there waiting for him to lie down beside me and kiss me. Actually, I rather wanted him to kiss me. But he didn't. It was Simone and Marc, who'd been watching us, who lay down on either side of me while Yves wandered off to where we'd left Julia and Linda. He said something to me but I didn't understand him so Simone explained to me that he'd said it was Julia's turn.

I lay there relaxed and sl**py as Simone and Marc started to kiss my neck and gently stroke my breasts. It was quite relaxing as their lips and tongues and hands caressed my naked skin. As they worked their way down my body it felt like a delicate massage, but it wasn't an especially sexual experience. There was none of the directness and urgency that you usually get with sex in a gangbang club. However, as soon as Marc touched my pussy with his tongue I felt my juices gush involuntarily into his mouth.

Marc licked and kissed his way up from my steaming pussy to my right breast, gently stroking my shaven public mound as he did so. Simone caressed the nipple of my left breast with her tongue, and with forefinger of her right hand she lightly stroked my lips -- until I opened them and sucked her finger into my mouth. 

It was all very calm and relaxing. My eyes were closed as my body absorbed the gentle physical sensations that Simone and Marc were giving me. Simone now moved to my other nipple as Marc's tongue slowly retraced its sticky path past my navel and down to my clit. His tongue passed over my clit several times back and forth before continuing its way down the gaping slit between my labia. The touch of his tongue was so slight compared to Yves' hard-core licking, yet I could feel myself leaking profusely. The caressing went on for several minutes and I almost felt as if I was floating.

As Marc's tongue caressed the inner pinkness of my pussy, his hand lightly massaged my pubic bone. I gasped involuntarily, then gasped again and again as my body quivered with pleasure. It was a beautiful orgasm -- so gentle, peaceful, so dreamlike. And then as the orgasm slowly faded I woke up from my dream. It took me a moment or two to realize where I was. Simone and Marc were both smiling, then they laughed and I laughed took. "Oh merci," I said. "Merci beaucoup. That was a beautiful experience."

I leaned up to kiss Simone on the lips. I held her close to me for a while, our breasts touching, our erect nipples sending sensations of excitement to each other's bodies. Then I kissed Marc. "Thank you," I said. 

"It was my pleasure," he replied in rather good English. "Orgasms are not just about gangbangs and bukkake. Even the slightest touch in the right place at the right time can fulfill your body's desires." 

"Yes," I said. "Even the slightest touch ..." 

"Come off it, Mandy," Julia's voice interrupted me. "Gangbangs and bukkake are good at fulfilling your desires too."

"Not to mention spanking and exhibitionism and having sex with strangers," added Linda.

What a sight! The two of them looked a total mess -- plastered with cum from forehead to tit, just like I told Linda she would be. 

"Did Yves find you?" I asked Julia.

"He sure did. This is his here," she answered, pointing to several generous streaks of cum dripping down her left cheek and onto her shoulder. "Seen any paper towels?"

"There are some in a dispenser on the wall over there," I said, pointing to the far side of the next waterbed where two women and three guys were busy with oral foreplay. 

"Wait, don't clean up just yet," someone called in English. It was Keith, naked but clutching his t-shirt and jeans. He tugged a small camera out of the pocket. "I want to take your photo," he said to the two bukkake maidens.

"You're not allowed to take photos in here," I said. "There's a strict code of privacy and they'll call security if they see you."

"Well come outside you two," he said, handing his clothes to Jim to take care of. And so it was that Julia and Linda exited the gangbang club to have their photos taken outside the door before gravity had caused too much cum to drip from their spunk-covered faces. Suffice it to say, Keith got several extra-horny images to put on the Internet, Linda and Julia got a very graphic souvenir of their night out, and the patrons of the club didn't have their privacy invaded.

My two friends came back inside to clean up, Dan joined me and I cleaned up his cock with a paper towel, and we all got together with our partners again.

"What happened to Yves and Céline and the two guys," I asked as we quenched our thirst with a beer at the bar. 

"I don't know," Julia said. "After he jacked off on me I lost track of him. Céline's two boyfriends went earlier."

"Céline went very quickly too," Dan said. "After we'd each done every hole we gave her a great facial and then she went off to the loo and I haven't seen her since." 

"Maybe they went back to their barge to catch the tide," Julia suggested.

"I don't think canals have tides, Julia," Keith suggested. 

"Well, maybe it turns into a pumpkin if they're not back by midnight," Julia added.

"It's way after midnight," Linda said. 

"And they didn't even leave behind a glass slipper," I joked.

"Mais, il a laissé ça," Simone said.

"What?" I asked. "What did he leave?"

"That," she said, pointing to a small card on the corner of the bed near my foot. She explained that he came back to collect his clothes while I was having dreamlike sex with my eyes closed, and he'd left the card. 

I looked at the small card. On it was printed Yves' name -- and f****y name which I can't tell you in this story -- as well as an address and phone number. And yes, we did get in touch with him, and that led to a whole new adventure which I'll try and remember to tell you about sometime. 

Our evening ended when we all went back to the apartment of Simone and Marc for a late-night drink. Keith took some photos of us women posing together, but we were too tired to put on another orgy for him to take pictures of. In any case, it's not always easy for a woman to look her best when she's sweaty and cum-stained.

We all agreed that if he and Julia would host a party at their place another evening, we'd let him take photos to his heart's content. 
In this story we recount some conversations with Mandy's friend Sophie, with Sophie's younger s****r 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 Céline 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 sl**p 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?"

"That's not what I meant," I told her. "It's just that, for the first time in my life, I think I'd like to have a rest from sex. We've had so much sex so far this holiday that now I feel like having a holiday from sex -- just for one day."

"OK fine," she said. "Do I have to take a holiday from sex too?"

"Not at all," I said. "We can do our usual things, we'll go to the beach this afternoon and to the clubs this evening, and if you want to join in what's happening then I want you to enjoy yourself. But for today I'll just be a voyeur."

"Oh well that's all right then," Mandy answered. "I'll be my exhibitionistic self, and you can be a voyeur. And if you do happen to feel like wanking while you're watching me, I won't mind a bit. By the way, I've arranged to meet Sophie on the beach later this afternoon."

"Who's Sophie?" I asked. 

"She's the barmaid from the Pyramid club -- the place where we went on Tuesday night," Mandy explained. "I was chatting to her while you were fucking Sandrine -- you know, the one you fucked before you fucked Sarah. Sophie speaks very good English. She gave me her phone number so I called her and we arranged to meet near the swingers' beach this afternoon. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you."

"I'm not sure I've got enough energy," I said.

"Oh I don't mean you have to have sex with her -- unless you feel like it, of course. We both fancy each other so we thought we'd put on a little lesbian show for you -- and for any voyeurs who might be around."

"You know there'll be a lot of them around," I said.

"That's what Sophie and I are hoping," Mandy answered. "It should be fun."

And with that we changed the subject to discuss where we might visit during the rest of our time in the south of France. After we'd finished our afternoon breakfast, we both had another nap. Then at around 4 0'clock, Mandy put on some eye-shadow, eye-liner and lipstick, her wedge-heeled sandals and a tiny net wrap round her waist, and we set off for the beach to see what the day -- or at least what was left of it -- would bring. 

When we got to the beach, Mandy removed her sandals and carried them as we walked along the water's edge all the way to the area where the swingers and exhibitionists were gathered. 

It was already late and the action was starting. There were lots of people in the crowded area as we strolled around looking for Sophie. At a rough estimate there were maybe 30 or 40 cocks being sucked and a similar number of pussies being stroked. I'm still amazed at what goes on routinely in that packed area of the beach.

For instance, we saw the six overweight Germans who had been in the restaurant where we'd eaten the night before (that was in chapter 17). After masturbating their partners the three women started fondling and kissing each other. One man stroked two women while the other woman was shared between the two other guys. I didn't watch for long because I didn't find the large amount of flab very appealing. Still, when it comes to public sex, I guess there's no rule that says it's limited to the young and beautiful. I looked around to see whatever else was happening. It was hard to keep track of all the mutual wanking, sucking and fucking.

A group of voyeurs was forming not far away so I led Mandy by the hand to join them and watch whatever they were watching. A pale woman with short dark hair with a blonde streak at the front was being shafted standing up by a black guy. He was pumping her hard from behind and she was making suitable "mehr, noch mehr" ("more, some more") noises in German as she kept her balance by holding on to random people who were watching. 

We joined the crowd of voyeurs as they drew closer to her. As the woman stood there being fucked, hands reached out to stroke her breasts and to massage her pubic area -- a very public pubic area, so it seemed, in view of the cock going in and out and the number of strangers' hands exploring her. She clearly didn't mind, and in fact she seemed turned on by it. She reached out to two voyeurs' dicks -- the most erect ones within reach -- and started wanking them, though it wasn't easy since her body was shaking with the pounding her pussy was getting. 

The crowd of maybe 30 or so voyeurs (male and female) closed in around her, and there were hands touching just about every bit of her body. She had her orgasm with a long groan as the black cock pistoned into her, as 10 or more hands of various genders stroked her, and as she wanked a cock in each hand. Her orgasm finished, she kissed the black guy in thanks, and said "Merci" to the assembled onlookers. She said a special thanks to the owners of the two cocks she'd been holding, and then she sought out her partner -- a tall blonde guy who led her back to their beach towels. The black guy, his erection wilting, wandered off down the beach alone.

"Well, look at that," I said to Mandy. "I'd assumed that the guy who just fucked that woman was a friend or something, but it looks as if he hardly knows her."

"Since he spoke French and she spoke German and they didn't seem to understand each other, I doubt that they were friends," Mandy answered. "I would say that she just happened to spot him on the beach and took a fancy to some cock of a different hue. And he supplied it."

"Just like that?" I asked.

"Yes, why not?" she replied. "I've heard that some dark-skinned males have a lot of fun here catering to the desires of northern European women."

"And do you fancy some cock of a different hue?" I asked my wife.

"Not at the moment, thank you," she said. "I'm looking for my friend Sophie."

"Let's see what's going on over there first," I said, taking her hand and leading her to where the voyeurs had regrouped. We joined 40 or 50 others around two oversized 40-ish women with two average-sized 40-ish men. The dark-haired woman lay on her back sucking one guy's cock with a ring on the end, while the blonde woman was on all fours licking her friend's pussy with gusto. She in turn was being finger-fucked by the second guy. There was the usual moaning and groaning, and random German expressions such as "Ja weiter" and Bitte mehr", until the first guy pulled from the dark woman's mouth and let his penis ejaculate copiously across her ample boobs and belly. Strangely, he didn't wank his cock at all; after pulling it from the woman's mouth he tweaked his own pierced nipples until the cock jerked its load of its own accord. 

The blonde woman's licking had now become more serious and included the insertion of several fingers into the dark-haired woman's pussy.. Soon most of her fist was disappearing inside her friend. It wasn't long before the dark woman orgasmed, the flesh of her ample body rippling with pleasure as the orgasm swept through her. 

Next the blonde woman was on her back as her guy plunged his hard cock into her pierced pussy -- 35 times (the crowd counted aloud) until she shuddered with pleasure. Then he withdrew from her pussy, moved to her face and wanked into her mouth. She licked him clean, pushed some stray cum from her chin into her mouth, swallowed hard, and reached for a bottle of Evian mineral water to wash down the afternoon snack.

Next the focus of action moved to two more couples. One couple were maybe in their 30s, the other were certainly in their 60s but both were in great shape. While the younger man lay on his back and his partner impaled her bejeweled pussy on his cock, the older couple looked on -- the guy stroking his cock, the woman rubbing her pussy. The crowd of voyeurs -- about 70% male and 30% female -- had grown to 70 or 80 persons by now. Several of the men were stroking their erect cocks and one or two knelt down in front of the others, quite close to the two couples. 

One older man with graying hair knelt just behind where the older woman was lying. She noticed his shadow and turned round to see him jerking his cock just a foot away from her. Her reaction was simple -- she changed position, lay on her back with her legs wide open in front of him. As she rubbed her pussy in front of his cock she encouraged him to come. "Ja, spritz," she said. 

She was wearing a decorated gold chain around her waist, and a narrow gold strand passed from it down past her pussy, under her bum, and up to the waist chain again at the back. As she lay there encouraging the guy to shoot his load, she pulled her pussy lips apart and the thin gold strand passed through the glistening pink valley. He came suddenly, squirting his cum onto the sand between her legs. 

"Bravo," she said, smiling at him, sat up and kissed him on the cheek, and then turned back to the younger couple who were about to come. The young woman came first, squirming on the rigid length on which she was impaled, and then laughed out loud as she beamed at the assembled audience. Her man came soon afterwards, inside her, and both were rewarded with a spontaneous round of applause. And after that -- would you believe it? -- they both stood up and bowed to their audience, generating another round of loud applause and laughter. 

Today among the group of voyeurs there were quite a few women with their partners. Several of them wanked their partners as they watched the action and I found it quite arousing to watch what they were doing. 

Watching the show on the front row was a freckled young woman who'd been touring the exhibitionist sex shows on the beach the day before and was now doing so again. In her beige baseball cap and with a black net scarf round her waist, she watched the amateur fuck shows with rapt attention. Her boyfriend followed her from one to another, but it was clear that she was the one taking the most interest. As she watched this last one, leaning back against her boyfriend who stood behind her, her dreamy facial expression belied a pussy on heat. Her right hand was at her shaved public mound, her fingers pressing repeatedly against her clit, while her left hand was behind her back, moving slowly up and down just where her boyfriend's cock would be.

The entire group of voyeurs now moved further along the beach. They seemed to be looking for group action. In one place three couples close to each other started sucking and wanking, though independently of each other. The voyeurs formed a circle around the three blowjobs, enclosing within it another couple who were simply trying to sunbathe. However, as the action of the other three couples got hotter, and some of the voyeurs were openly aroused, the fourth couple got aroused too. Soon onlookers were presented with a sight of four blowjobs simultaneously. 

Not far away a woman with short grey-blonde hair was moaning out loud as a guy knelt between her widespread legs and repeatedly rammed three fingers inside her. Judging by the noises she was making, she was enjoying the roughness of his actions. 

Then, not far from her, I saw a young woman waving. "Mandy. Hi Mandy," I heard the young woman call out. I didn't recognize her at all. However, Mandy did.

"Sophie," she shouted with surprise. "There you are. It's lovely to see you again."

We made our way past a couple of blowjobs to where Sophie was sitting. Mandy crouched at Sophie's side and they kissed on alternate cheeks. But then, as I was expecting them to move apart, they kissed on the lips too. Next they kissed open-mouthed, their tongues caressing each other for a full minute. Only then did they part.

"Sophie, this is my husband Dan," Mandy said. "We got a bit delayed because we were doing a bit of voyeurism."

"Don't worry about that," Sophie responded. "Most of the people here are voyeurs when they're not being exhibitionists."

"Nice to meet you Dan," Sophie said to me. "I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to meet you on Tuesday at the Pyramid club. I think some woman was giving you a blowjob on the dance floor when Mandy pointed you out to me." 

(We described our Tuesday evening adventures at the Pyramid club in chapter 10 of this series.)

"I'm pleased to meet you too," I said to her, settling into a space facing her. There wasn't a lot of room with all the people crowded together of this stretch of the beach. "And haven't I met you somewhere before?" I said to a young couple sitting next to Sophie.

"Yes we met in Agde," the teenage girl said.

"This is my s****r Sylvie," Sophie explained, "and this is her boyfriend Laurent. They told me they'd met two couples speaking English, with the women doing a lesbian performance on the park bench where they usually have sex. From their description, I guessed that one of the couples was you." (That was described in chapter 14.)

"So you're the two who saw me having fun with my Danish friend Karen?" Mandy asked.

"Yes," said Sylvie. "I told Sophie about it because I know my big s****r likes sex with girls."

"Yes I do, and Mandy and I are going to do it together this afternoon. But I like sex with men too," Sophie added.

"Yes, I know you have boyfriends," Sylvie answered. "I've met some of them, and you've even shared some of them with me when I've stayed with you. But you're 21 already and the biggest gangbang you've had was four guys. I'm only 19 and I've already had a gangbang with six cocks."

"Listen to my sexually experienced little s****r," Sophie said to Mandy. "I obviously have some catching up to do."

We all laughed. I was astonished at the openness -- and apparent sexual experience -- of this 19-year-old. Apparently Sylvie was staying with Sophie for a month and had met Laurent, who worked in Agde, at a discotheque. Sophie was sharing a two-roomed apartment with two other girls, so while Sylvie was staying there were four of them in it. 

"Doesn't it get crowded?" I asked naively. 

"It's always crowded," Sophie said. "But we've got used to it. We knew who we were sharing with before we moved in. We're all about the same size so we agreed to bring the minimum of normal clothes -- just a pair of jeans or a skirt, a t-shirt and one pair of sensible shoes each -- because we spend most of our time naked anyway. We all work in clubs or bars so the rest of our outfits are all erotic. Our only clothes cupboard is full of stuff that's low cut, extremely short, or transparent. In fact, a lot of our stuff is all three. And we have footwear with incredibly high heels. We share it all. I'm the only one who has any underwear because I have a great collection of really sexy expensive stuff that boyfriends have bought for me. One of the girls never wears underwear anyway, and the other has given it up for the summer."
"So, weren't you able to bring any clothes either?" I asked Sylvie. 

"I brought a cotton miniskirt and a sleeveless top. I guess you saw me in them when I was in Agde with Laurent. And when I go out at night I borrow Sophie's working clothes," Sylvie answered.

"What, the erotic ones? So you spend all your evenings here in the resort?" I said.

"Yes the erotic outfits," Sylvie replied. "But I don't usually stay around here. As you may have noticed, there are not many 19-year-olds in the night clubs here. Some of the clients are a bit old for me -- present company excepted, of course. No, Laurent picks me up in the evening and we go to various discos in the area."

"She's much more daring than me," Sophie added. "I spent all yesterday evening wearing nothing but a bra, high-heeled boots and a studded leather belt. My pussy was bare, but in the clubs here that's not out of the ordinary really. Sylvie puts the erotic stuff on to go to normal discos."

"Well I've nothing else to wear," Sophie said. "And some of the other girls have that kind of stuff too. The guys don't complain."

"Beautiful girls should not hide themselves under clothes," Laurent commented. "I remember how beautifully you were dressed on the night that we met." 

"You know what she was wearing the night she met Laurent?" Sophie butted in. "My little s****r went to a regular discotheque wearing one of my tiny g-strings and a push-up bra that I wear to turn guys on because it shows the tops of my nipples, plus a silver skirt that showed most of her bum. The g-string only just covers your pussy lips and the skirt was so short that she showed bare flesh between the hem of the skirt and the front of the string. No wonder Laurent thought she looked great."

"My big s****r is very conservative," Sylvie said. "Oh, and by the way, that bra shows a lot more than just the tops of your nipples when you dance in it."

"It's just a big s****r's love for a younger s****r," Mandy put in. "I have a younger s****r too."

Mandy and Sophie were lying side by side and I noticed they started kissing each other gently. Mandy's hand was caressing Sophie's boobs. "They're lovely nipples," Mandy said.

I was fascinated by the idea of a small apartment containing four girls who spent most of their time naked and had only erotic clothes to go out in. "What about boyfriends?" I asked. "What do you do if you want to bring a boyfriend home?" 

"We just bring him -- or them," Sophie said as Mandy's tongue flicked her right nipple. "Nothing is private in the apartment. We share beds anyway, so if someone brings home a boyfriend we usually end up sharing him too. Normally we all get back around the same time at four or five in the morning and we don't go to bed straight away so we are usually still awake when any boyfriends arrive. We either watch, or we join in. Usually we join in. If all of us happen to bring guys back we have quite a little orgy. It's fun."

Mandy was now busy licking Sophie's left nipple as Sophie cupped one of Mandy's boobs in her hand. Laurent was intently watching a woman give a blowjob to a guy just a few feet away from us.

I looked at Sylvie. She was leaning back on her elbows looking straight into my eyes. I smiled. Her face seemed very young. There was a spark of freshness and innocence in her eyes, though I realized she wasn't as fresh and innocent as she seemed. Her skin was evenly tanned and her breasts were firm with dark nipples. 

"You can touch them if you want," she said, her eyes still focused on mine.

"No, no, that's OK," I mumbled. 

"Why not?" Sylvie responded. "Your wife's gobbling my s****r's pussy. Feel my breasts if you want."

I glanced over at Mandy and, yes, she had her head buried between Sophie's legs.

"What about Laurent?" I asked.

"Why should he mind?" came the reply. "He doesn't own me. We're friends; that's all. He won't mind what you do with me."

Sylvie's legs had been stretched straight out in front of her. Now she pulled her feet back a little so her knees raised, but then she let her legs flop apart. Her eyes still looked straight at me, and now so did her pussy. 

"I was thinking of having it pierced," Sylvie said. Beside me, Sophie was making gasping noises as Mandy's tongue did its work.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked. 

"I'm thinking of having my pussy pierced," she said. "May be a nice shiny jewel just here," she added, touching the tip of her clit. 

"That would look nice," I told her as Mandy and Sophie shuffled into a 69 position and tongued each other.

"You can touch my pussy too if you like," Sylvie said. "No one will mind -- especially not me." 

"But you're only 19," I said. 

"That's why you should touch me," she replied. "You'll enjoy it. And I'll enjoy it because you're older and you know what a woman likes. I guess you're about 15 or 20 years older than me."

I wished she hadn't added the 20 to that comment, but I stretched out my hand and let my fingers lightly brush her pussy lips. As I did so, I could feel my cock hardening.

On my left, Mandy was on her back in the sand as Sophie sat astride her so that my wife could lick her pussy. Several people seemed to be watching them. On my right, Laurent was stroking the boobs of the woman giving the blowjob. She must be 20 years older than him, I thought to myself -- about the same age that Sylvie thinks I am.

I pressed my hand more firmly against Sylvie's pussy, my cock growing more rigid by the second. She made a "mmmmm..." noise that signified her approval as I rubbed my hand up and down her moistening slit. I moved closer and reached out with my other hand to touch her boobs. 

"They're beautiful," I said. 

"Thank you," she said. "I knew you'd like to touch them." 

I leaned over Sylvie to kiss her nipples. As I did so, two of my fingers disappeared into her pussy. Her only reaction was to spread her legs wider. My tongue traced its way from her boobs, and down past her navel to her clit which I licked as I started to finger-fuck her.

On my right, Laurent was now getting his own blowjob from the older woman who was alternating between his cock and the cock of the guy she'd started with. He didn't look as if he cared what I was doing with his girlfriend. On my left, Mandy was on her back with her legs wide open and Sophie was licking out her pussy in front of a small audience. It didn't seem that my wife minded what Sylvie and I were up to either. 

I licked Sylvie's pussy several times, enjoying the taste of her juices on my tongue. Then I pushed my mouth hard against her open slit, probing deep inside with my tongue as I moved my mouth up and down. My mouth was dipping saliva at the taste of her sexual juices, and her pussy was dripping even more juices as I feasted on it. I moved my face to hers and kissed her on the mouth, making sure she could taste her pussy juice as my tongue explored hers. By now Sylvie had her hand around my cock and was working the foreskin up and down. "When did you last fuck a teenager?" she asked me.

"Can't remember," I replied. "Ten or twelve years ago, maybe."

"Well, why don't you fuck one now?" she said, pulling me by my hardened cock towards her pussy. "Let's see if we can attract a bigger audience than my big s****r and your wife."

I don't remember answering her, but a moment later I had eased my cock inside the pinkness between her legs. 

"Oui, baise-moi," Sylvie said much louder than necessary. "Je suis une salope. J'ai dix-neuf ans et j'aime la bite. Baise-moi." ("Yes, fuck me. I'm a slut. I'm 19 and I love cock. Fuck me.")

This made me ram my cock into her harder, which she seemed to enjoy, and it made a lot of people nearby look to see what we were doing, which she seemed to enjoy too.

"Fuck me, Dan," Sylvie shouted. 

Well, I was in fact already doing precisely that. But she soon drew a crowd with her noisy announcements about what I should do with her. 

Next to us Mandy and Sophie were still enjoying each other's bodies. Sophie was now lying on her back, legs wide apart and pussy raised so that Mandy, who was on all fours, could lick and explore her. Mandy glanced at me briefly when Sylvie called out for a fuck, but she was not one to be distracted from the beautiful Sophie's beautiful pussy. Sophie was massaging her own boobs and was rolling her nipples with her fingertips as a couple of Mandy's fingers joined her tongue inside the 21-year-old's cunt. Then suddenly another woman left the group of voyeurs who were watching, knelt behind Mandy, and started licking my wife's pussy and anus.

I turned back to Sylvie and pushed her legs into the air so that I had easier access to her pussy. "Fuck me hard," she said, as I pushed my cock into her pussy to the hilt.

I was ramming my rigid member repeatedly into her pinkness. "More," she said, "more, fuck me more."

Beside me on my left, I saw that Mandy and Sophie were now lying side-by side, locked in a tight embrace, kissing each other on the mouth and caressing each other's bodies as the third woman had her head between their legs, licking and finger-fucking both pussies at the same time. On my right, the mature lady was on all fours, sucking Laurent's cock as her partner banged her from behind. And there I was in the middle getting treated to teenage pussy. 

I looked up to see that a crowd had gathered around the whole group of us. We were encircled by voyeurs who were taking in the view of three separate sex acts side-by-side. Several men were stroking their cocks, several women were stroking their pussies, and several couples were stroking each other.

"Hell," I thought self-consciously, "I'm in the middle of a sex show." And then I decided that the best thing to do was to ignore the audience and to focus on showing Sylvie what a mature male can do. 

My cock seemed incredibly long and hard as I rammed it, jammed it and slammed it into my young partner's pussy. 

"Oui, oui, oui. Fuck me as hard as you want. Fuck me as hard as you can. Show me how a man fucks," Sylvie said, looking me straight in the eyes again. 

I had thought I ought to treat her more gently but that obviously wasn't what she expected of a man. So far, she had been calling the shots. Now it was my turn to take charge. I pulled out of her and took hold of her body and rolled it over. 

"On your hands and knees," I said, lifting her body up and showing her what position I wanted her in. "Spread your legs wide," I told her. "Show all these people your pussy."

Sylvie moved her legs apart and stuck out her bum. I moved to one side and spread her pussy lips with my fingers so that at least some of our audience got a good view of her leaking pink hole. I pushed two fingers in and out a few times and licked them as the crowd looked on. "Now what do you want me to do with this pussy, Sylvie?" I asked her loudly. 

"Fuck it, Dan. Fuck my pussy," was Sylvie's answer. "Fill me with your cock again."

I licked her pussy again, and then licked my lips for the benefit of the onlookers. Then I positioned myself behind her waiting cunt and did as she asked. I pushed my cock in till my balls rubbed on her clit and, once deep inside, I moved my rigid piece of manhood up and down and side to side to make sure that every nerve in her vagina knew it was there. At some point my left thumb disappeared into her anus but she didn't object. In fact, I had the impression that Sylvie wouldn't object to anything that I was likely to do to her. Only 19 and she was ready for absolutely everything.

On my right, the mature woman was crying out in orgasm as her partner fucked her doggy-style. As her cries subsided she rolled onto her back, clutching her pussy as if to prolong the pleasure, and invited both her partner and Laurent to put their cocks in her mouth. They did, but she didn't have to suck for long before they were both wanking a couple of inches from her face. Her hand was still pressing her pussy with a couple of fingers inside when first the young guy and then the older one dumped their spunk on her face. She sucked both of them again for a while and then used both her forefingers to push as much cum into her mouth as possible before it dripped onto the sand.

On my left, Sophie and Mandy were jerking their pussies with pleasure as they kissed each other as if they were trying to eat each others' tongues. Then they rolled on their backs side by side as the third woman inserted several fingers into each pussy and finger-fucked them some more. Mandy came first, her hand holding the hand of the third woman to make sure it didn't leave her cunt too soon. Then Sophie was overcome by orgasm too, making a high-pitched whimper as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. A dark-haired woman with a navel piercing was crouched in front of the voyeurs playing with her own pussy and came at about the same time.

And then it was the turn of Sylvie and me. I rolled her over on her back once more, put my cock where it belonged, and then staggered to my feet (I'm still not sure how I did it), pulling the lower half of her body with me. By the time I was standing, only her head and shoulders were still on the sand, her legs were wrapped round my waist, and her pussy was still impaled on my cock. (The audience gave a round of applause for that.)

And then I simply fucked her again, standing up with her body hanging like a doll before me. She made noises as if she was coming, and I fucked her harder. I was ready to come too. I pulled out of her and let my cock slide along her pretty pink cunt a few times until it shot its spunk down her stomach and onto her boobs. And with that, as I lowered her to the ground, we got another round of applause. 

It took me a while to get back to reality. With cum still dripping down her body, Sylvie knelt at my feet and cleaned up my cock with her tongue. 

"Hi Dan," said the woman who'd been licking and wanking Sophie and Mandy. Only then did I realize that it was Sandrine -- the Dutch woman who I'd fucked with her partner Mike the previous Tuesday and who'd given Mandy lessons in how to be a slut (that's all in chapter 9). 

"Great to see you again, Sandrine," I said. "Nice of you to help Mandy and her friend do their lesbian thing."

"The pleasure's all mine," she answered. "I would have done it even if Mike hadn't told me to." I looked around and saw Mike, cock in hand, among the dispersing group of onlookers. 

"I'm glad I've seen you, Mandy," Sandrine said. "We're leaving on Thursday and I'll be having my final slut night on Wednesday. Mike usually makes the last one a special one so I wondered if you'd like to come along."

"With Dan?" Mandy asked. 

"Well no. Just the two of us. Each year I get my slut instructions from Mike and I have to go out alone to fulfill them and then come back and describe it all in detail for him. He likes to jack off on me as I tell him what I've done."

"What does he ask you to do?" Mandy was obviously very interested.

"Last year I had to get gangbanged by at least six guys in at least three clubs. You can bet that this year it will be wilder still," Sandrine said.

"And afterwards you'll tell him all about it and he'll jack off on you?" asked Mandy. 

"That's right," Mike put in. "I'll jack off on her as she tells me all the crazy things she's done. I like to listen to all the details. Or maybe I can jack off on both of you if you're willing. Or, even better, perhaps Dan and I can arrange to meet you at, say, 4:00 in the morning and you can tell us everything and we'll both jack off on the two of you. What about it, Dan?"

"Fine," I said. "Mandy and I haven't done anything like that before so it'll be something new for us to try." 

"And there's another request," Mike said to Mandy. "Dan told me that the two of you are keeping a diary of everything you do in Cap d'Agde. "So if you go out with Sandrine on her final slut evening, I'd like you to write an account of everything you both do and e-mail it to me."

"So will you join me?" Sandrine asked.

Mandy looked at me questioningly. "Should I?" she asked.

"On two conditions," I said. "First, you promise to show your account to your s****r and her boyfriend so they know what you've been up to. And second, we go to visit Mike and Sandrine in Amsterdam sometime soon."

"Done," said Mandy. "I'm planning to show my s****r and her boyfriend our diary because I know it will turn them on and I bet you'll persuade them to join us in a semi-i****tuous foursome. And I definitely want Sandrine and Mike to show us the pleasures of Amsterdam."

"Great," said Sandrine. "I know we'll have a fantastic time on Wednesday evening being total sluts together. I can't wait to hear what Mike has planned for us."

"I'll give you the instructions on Wednesday evening," Mike said.

"By then it will be too late to back out of it," I said. 

"Dan, do you want me to do this slut night with Sandrine or not?" Mandy asked me rather sternly.

"Of course I do," I said.

"Then I assure you I won't back down," she told me. "You've told me to do it so I'll do it -- whatever Mike has in store, however wild and it turns out to be. My only concern is that you'll need to find some way to entertain yourself while I'm away. I wouldn't want you to be lonely."

"Oh, he won't be. I'm going to invite him to a party." It was Sylvie's voice. She was lying on her back on her beach towel and had made no attempt to clean my cum off her stomach and boobs. In the heat of the sun it was now drying crisp and white on her youthful body. 

"Some of my friends are coming here on Tuesday for the rest of the week," Sylvie explained. "There'll be 10 of us altogether -- all girls. The parents of one of them have a big apartment overlooking the sea so we'll all move in there for a few days. We're planning a party on Wednesday evening because one has her birthday that day and it will be my birthday next week."

"All girls?" Mandy asked. "I thought you didn't like girls."

"Well these are my friends from college and of course I do like sex with girls too," was Sylvie's reply. "It's just that I like to tease my big s****r. Already 21 and she's never had more than four guys in a gangbang. I hope that when I'm her age I'll be getting gangbangs a lot bigger than that."

"You talk about gangbangs as if they're something quite normal," Mandy said.

"Well they are, aren't they?" Sylvie replied. "I know my mum likes them from time to time. And quite a few of my friends have had them. Last year for my birthday my friends arranged for some of the guys from school to gangbang me in the middle of the party. That was when I had six cocks. I really enjoyed it. After that we arranged birthday bangs for some of the other girls too."

"And are you having a gangbang at the party on Wednesday?" Mandy asked. 

"Well, sort of, I suppose," Sylvie responded. "We'll get dressed up and go to the Montrose for a couple of hours to try out the pole dancing. Then we'll go back to the apartment and do the sort of things you've been doing with Sophie this afternoon -- with a few dildos thrown in, I expect. And then we're planning a reverse gangbang."

"What's one of those?" Mandy asked innocently. 

"Instead of having a lot of guys fuck one of us, we'll all fuck just one guy. That's why I'm inviting Dan."

"Sylvie," Mandy said. "I'm sure you've chosen wisely. You know, this morning Dan told me he'd had so much sex this week that he was going to go without any sex at all today. And what happens? He meets you and you tell him how old you are and he fucks you like he hasn't had sex for months. If your friends are all like you there should be no problem keeping Dan hard all night."

"Well I'll do my best, Sylvie," I said. "Thanks for the invitation. I'll definitely be there. Did you say it's your birthday next week? You'll be 20 then?" 
"No 19," Sylvie answered.

"I thought you said you were already 19," I told her.

"Well, I'm nearly 19. To be exact, I'm still 18 this week but I'll be 19 next. Does that make you want to fuck me again if I'm a year younger?"

I looked down at my hardening cock and was about to say yes when Sophie interrupted. "It's getting late," she said. "I'd like you to help me get the bar ready at work, Sylvie, and then we can go back to the apartment to shower and change. I assume you're going out with Laurent tonight."

"Yes," Sylvie said. "Another party. Do you have a party-like outfit that I haven't worn before?"

"Don't worry, I'll buy you one," I said. "They have some nice ones at the Montrose store. I'm sure Laurent will like you in one of them."

"I'm sure you will like her in one, Dan," Mandy said. She and Sophie and Sandrine laughed. 

"I think my younger s****r has you hooked," Sophie told me. "You men are all the same. A young woman tells you you're a real man and you can't resist her."

"It's not just her age," I said. "I really like her as a person. When she talked dirty about being a slut who wanted to get fucked it just turned me on so much."

"I knew it would," said Sylvie. "I read a magazine article on how to turn older men on. It said to talk dirty to them. It worked, didn't it?"
Swinging can of course be limited to just a threesome, or to two couples sharing partners. But the clubs of the nudist part of Cap d'Agde give options for much more than that. Within 12 hours of our arrival we'd shared partners with another British couple; but 24 hours later we'd had an orgy with two other couples; and by the end of the first week I had enjoyed lesbian sex, gangbangs and multiple facials -- all of it in front of other people. 

One of the great things about the nudist section of Cap d'Agde is that everyone spends all day naked and then gets dressed up to go out in the evenings. The guys look clean and tidy, and the women -- 99.9% of whom have shaved pussies -- put on clothes that you'd get arrested for wearing anywhere else. It's quite normal to go out to a restaurant, bar or club wearing an eight-inch skirt that shows half your bum and all your pussy, or a see-through microdress, or just a pair of shoes and some jewelry -- and all with no underwear. And of course, the nudist section of Cap d'Agde has the highest concentration of erotic clothes shops I'd ever seen anywhere.

I found it quite exciting just getting ready to go out each evening -- let alone actually going out. Sometimes during the afternoons I would think about what I would wear later. I never once thought about whether my clothes might be too revealing. Quite the opposite! I would be thinking: "Does my blue skirt really show enough bum? Does my black dress show my pussy clearly enough? If I wear my leather-look top I must remember to leave it half-unzipped so that my nipples will show."

One evening in a crowded bar (admittedly a large one) Dan counted 29 women whose skirts or dresses were so short that their pussies could be seen as they stood normally or walked, 15 whose pussies showed when they sat down (there weren't many seats), 53 whose nipples showed because their tops were very low-cut or transparent, and 8 who didn't really wear clothes (e.g. they just had on shoes and body jewelry, or maybe a chain belt round their waist). I don't think that information is much use to anyone, but it may give you some idea of the atmosphere -- and it shows just how serious Dan can be when he's interested in something.

Chapter 18 of this series described what we did on the afternoon of the second Sunday of our holiday. I did a little lesbian act on the swingers' beach with Sophie -- a 21-year-old student from Paris who was working for the summer behind the bar of a swingers club -- and with Sandrine, the Dutch woman who taught me all about being a slut in chapters 9 and 10. Next to us, with a crowd of voyeurs watching, my 30-something husband Dan succeeded in fucking Sophie's s****r Sylvie who was only 18. 

Afterwards, when Sylvie said she needed an outfit to go to a party that evening, the ever-generous Dan offered to buy her one from one of the sexy clothes shops.

So what did I say? "Dan," I said, "I don't mind you helping out this poor innocent 18-year-old you've just screwed. After all, I've just licked out her s****r. But if you are buying outfits for women who want to go out tonight, there are three more women here -- Sophie, Sandrine, and me -- and we want to go out looking sexy too. So please could you include us in the shopping spree."

Both Sophie and Sandrine said it wasn't necessary, but I insisted. I knew that Dan could afford it since he'd had an unexpected bonus just before we came on holiday. I also knew that helping four women to choose erotic clothes would be another unexpected bonus for him since he loves to see women dressed sexily and I was sure we'd all give him a good show. 

"OK," Dan said, "you all get an outfit. But I have to help you choose." And with that, we set off to tour the erotic clothes boutiques. There are far more of them than grocery stores so we had plenty of choice. The seven of us -- Sophie, Sylvie, Sandrine and me, with Mike (Sandrine's partner), Laurent (Sylvie's boyfriend who'd got himself a blowjob on the beach from a woman twice his age), and of course Dan -- trooped into a clothes shop near the Montrose bar to see what we could find. Having spent the afternoon on the beach, all of us were naked -- though Laurent was carrying a pair of shorts and a T-shirt since he was visiting the resort from outside.

"Oh, this is nice," said Sylvie. "What do you think, Dan." She was holding up a small pink and blue pleated kilt.

"Try it on," he said. "Let's see how it fits." (I knew he wasn't really interested in how it fitted. He just wanted to ogle her bum and pussy under a short skirt.)

The skirt fitted well round her waist and the hem just skimmed her pussy and showed the bottom of her rounded bum cheeks. 

"Quite nice," said Dan.

"But Patrick's girlfriend has one shorter than that," Laurent said.

"Who's Patrick?" I asked. 

"Patrick's my friend who's holding the party at the apartment that he shares with his girlfriend Lys. She was wearing a kilt much shorter than that the last time I went to a party there. I wouldn't want Sylvie to cover too much." 

"What sort of party is it that you're going to?" I asked.

"Just a regular party with friends. Probably a dozen guys and eight or nine girls," Laurent explained. "Patrick and Lys hold them every so often, though Sylvie hasn't been to one yet."

"And what do you do at these parties?" I insisted.

Laurent looked mystified at my question. "We talk, we drink, we listen to music, the girls strip off and the guys fuck them," he said.

"Oh yes, of course," I said reflectively, "just a regular party with friends." I realized that what Laurent had described so matter-of-factly was what a regular party with friends was fast becoming for Dan and me too. Since we arrived in Cap d'Agde we had been partying with different friends every evening and we'd always ended up fucking with them.

"So you'll definitely need something shorter, Sylvie -- or maybe something transparent," Dan advised the 18-year-old whose boyfriend had obviously lined up an orgy for her. 

"Oh Dan, that's such good advice," said Sylvie naively (if you read chapter 18 you'll know she's far from being naïve when it comes to turning men on), bending right over to look at some see-through creations with a camouflage pattern. "Maybe this one," she said as she pulled the flimsy item up her legs. "It's a few centimeters shorter and it's transparent. What do you think, Dan?" she asked.

"Yes, that's much better," said Dan the amateur fashion adviser. He and Laurent crouched down to check more accurately the suitability of the hemline, tugging at it here and there, pulling it up and down at the waist, and accidentally stroking her bum and pussy as they did so.

"I'm not sure that the pattern is right for a party, though, is it Dan?" Sophie asked.

"No, I guess it's more for everyday wear here in the resort," commented my husband.

Somewhat bored, Sandrine, Sophie and I wandered round the shop. Sandrine found a bright red shiny skirt with a three-inch waistband (designed to be worn on the hips) and four or five inches of frill below it. Then she came up with a belt made of three silver chains and the word "SEX" in large silver letters.

"Hey Dan, how are these?" she asked once she'd put them on. "Can you see enough pussy?"

"I'll never see enough pussy," he answered, "but the skirt sure shows plenty of yours, and the belt is just your style -- right to the point."

Sandrine decided to take the skirt and the belt. Sophie tried on a leather-look bra but it didn't really suit her, and I tried on a pair of black plastic-look hotpants with an open crotch but we all decided they made my pussy look silly rather than inviting. 

Dan paid for Sandrine's skirt and belt while Sylvie put on a flared skirt consisting of a three-inch red-and-while polka dot waistband with several inches of white net beneath it. The skirt length was a good seven or eight inches, but the net made it stand out from her body so it didn't reach the parts that Dan and Laurent wanted to keep on view. I thought it looked like something you'd put on a Barbie doll but that was obviously a plus point for the males. 

"That looks really feminine," said Laurent. 

"Yes," agreed Dan, helping her to adjust the waist a few times to get the "pussy exposure factor" (as he called it) right. Then he bent over to check that at least half her bum was on view. "It would look nice with white hold-up stockings and red shoes," he said.

Sophie picked up a pack of white hold-ups from a rack and handed them to her s****r. "Let's take the skirt and these stockings and move on to another shop. Mandy and I haven't found anything yet."

So Dan paid again, Sylvie wore her new skirt out of the shop, and Dan and Laurent kept stroking her bum as we walked a few yards to the next boutique. 

"Red shoes," Sophie said to Sylvie, handing her a pair with silver spike heels that were in the sale. The rest of us said we didn't need shoes so Dan paid for those and we were treated to the sight of Sylvie putting on her stockings and shoes to wear with the skirt. Laurent wasn't impressed with the stockings but Sylvie insisted on wearing them "just for Dan because he's been so kind. And mature men like him appreciate sophisticated things like stockings," she said. I stifled a laugh. 

Sandrine found a red and black cut-away bra to wear with her cut-away skirt, and Sophie tried on a few dresses. Dan preferred the transparent ones of course, and Sophie patiently tried on each design so that he could ogle her body. He made the sort of helpful comments guys do make, like "it isn't transparent enough", or "it's too long", or "I can't see your nipples". She settled for the most transparent of all -- a stretchy grey minidress that just about covered her bum and had two tasteful Leonardo da Vinci cherubs touching fingers on the hem just above her pussy. She stood, sat, walked, bent over and did an improvised table dance so that Dan could see that the dress did nothing to preserve her modesty. It kept riding up above her bum every time she moved so, of course, he liked it. Sophie liked it too, and I thought she looked really sexy in it. 

Sylvie still couldn't find a top that Laurent and Dan could agree on. Fortunately Sophie saved us from spending all evening in the shop. "Here Sylvie, this will make you look hot for Laurent's friends," she said, taking a package from a shelf. In the package were two nipple covers -- small silver cones that clipped round the nipple. 

"Oh Sophie, yes that's just right. I'll try them," Sylvie said. Sandrine, who seemed to be familiar with nipple jewelry, showed Sylvie how to put the cones on. 

"Wow, these are great," Sylvie said. "Do you like them, Dan?" 

"Of course, I do," my husband replied. "They'll complete your outfit perfectly."

Laurent agreed that they would be ideal party-wear. 

I rolled my eyes at Sandrine and then smiled.

"Maybe you should take one of these in case it turns cold later," suggested Mike, handing her a tiny white transparent top that was boob-length, open at the front, and fastened with a knot. 

"How thoughtful," Sylvie said. "Yes, I'll take one of these too."

I asked Dan to get me a set of the nipple cones too. They look great when you go out with your boobs on show -- which is just about all the time in Cap d'Agde. I've worn them with bare boobs at a couple of parties since we got back to the UK (the sort of parties Laurent was referring to, as you might imagine).

By the time we left the store, Sandrine, Sophie and Sylvie were all wearing their new outfits and expressing their thanks to Dan. "Thanks so much for my new bra. Doesn't it feel nice," Sandrine said to him, rubbing her boobs against his chest. "And just feel how short the skirt is," she said, guiding his hand to her pussy and holding it there.

"Yes thanks for my new dress," added Sophie, pulling it down to its full length and then striding on ahead of him so he could watch the grey see-through material rise up over her backside. She turned round without adjusting it, then ran back to him with the cherubs pointing downwards at her pussy. She threw her arms round Dan's neck and kissed him. His hands immediately went to her bum, and then he moved one of them to stroke her pussy. 

"Oh Dan, you are so kind," said Sylvie, kissing my husband as her older s****r let him go. "What can I do to thank you?"

What an invitation, I thought. Before Dan had time to tell her whatever he was thinking, I told them all, "Well, when I've got my new outfit, let's all go back to our apartment for a drink and all four of us can show Dan our appreciation." They all agreed that was a good idea, and Dan looked down at his cock. He'd told me earlier in the day that he was too tired for sex, and since then he'd fucked Sylvie, so I guess he was wondering if he still had it in him to deal with all four of us.

"Don't worry, Dan," I whispered in his ear. "We'll put on a little show to get you in the mood."

Now it was my turn to get my new outfit. We looked in a couple more boutiques, and in fact all four of us tried on clothes just so that Dan could watch us. Mike helped Sandrine into an incredibly tight red plastic basque that presented her tits as if on a plate so that she could rub them against Dan again to ask his opinion. Sophie tried on a series of minuscule skirts that covered nothing and asked Dan to check them all for the pussy exposure factor. I don't know why he needed to do that with his hand, but he did. And Sylvie took off her frothy net creation to kiss Dan again and to try on several tiny g-strings.

"Maybe you'll need one of those to wear at this evening's party," Dan suggested to her. 

"No, she won't need one for the party," Laurent put in. 

"I meant if you have to walk far to get there," Dan said.

"I can try to park the car in the same street as their apartment building but usually all the residents fill the spaces. If not, it'll only be five minute's walk," Laurent answered.

"Still, if Dan thinks a g-string might be useful, I'll take one," Sophie said, pulling on a garment that seemed designed to part the pussy lips rather than cover them. Naturally Dan approved.

I eventually narrowed my choice to two outfits -- a black net dress that was tight-fitting and transparent and that that had a six-inch opening all down the back where it laced up, and a set of pink chains linked with silver rings that went round my waist, under my boobs, round my neck, down my back and between my legs. 

Dan seemed to prefer the dress that left my bum bare but I thought the chains would be nice for a change of character. "Honestly, Dan, although you haven't seen it yet, I already have a red lace-up dress with an open back that I brought from England," I told him. "And I don't have any of these non-clothes outfits yet. If we get the chains you could buy me this to go with them." I held up a pink studded collar that fastened with a silver padlock. 

I was still wearing the pink chain outfit that I'd been trying, so Sandrine fastened the collar round my neck and snapped the padlock shut. 

"Why not take this as well," said Mike showing me a chain dog-leash. Trust Mike to come up with that, I thought to myself. He clipped the leash onto my collar and handed it to Dan. 

I hadn't quite expected to be led around on a leash but I didn't complain. I thought it might make for an exciting evening if I went to a few clubs dressed like this. Dan checked that the chains between my legs didn't restrict access to my pussy, and when he'd finished fingering me he went to pay for the goods. I had a vision of me being led on a chain into a gangbang club. The thought of hands all over me and cocks being wanked at me made me really hot inside. I felt a slight trickle of something down the inside of my leg.

And with me in that state of horny submission, we set off for our apartment to open some wine (and water because the weather was still very hot). Once there, I put on my cheap and tacky high-heeled thigh boots in leopard-skin patterned PVC that I'd bought during our visit to the market in Agde. (Dan described our visit there in chapter 14.)

The seven of us got through a couple of bottles of rosé, several beers and one glass of water (that was Sophie) in no time at all. 

"How are we going to say thank you to Dan?" Sylvie asked. "I'll do whatever you say. Laurent likes me to do this for him," she said, leaning her bum against the table, spreading her legs, and holding her skirt and g-string out of the way as she moved a finger up and down her pussy. Laurent soon had his cock out and was wanking it in her direction.

"Mike likes to watch me use a vibrator," Sandrine said. "Do you have one I can borrow, Mandy?" she asked.

"No, but I have a dildo if that will do," I answered. 

She said it would do just fine so I fetched it from the bedroom and handed it to her. Sandrine licked the ersatz cock from top to bottom four times and then proceeded to give it a blowjob, holding it steady in front of her and pushing her mouth onto it. As she got it further into her throat, strings of saliva hung from it as she withdrew it. 

"Dan, I need your help," Sandrine said, as she lay on the floor with her knees wide apart. "Make my pussy nice and wet with your tongue."

Dan was happy to oblige. He crouched between her legs and applied his mouth to Sandrine's pussy, sucking on its protruding lips and delving deep between them with his tongue. Once he was sure it was juicy enough, he moved away and watched as Sandrine positioned the dildo at the entrance to her vagina and then pushed it straight in. It wasn't long before she was working it in and out and writhing from side to side as she did so. 

"Oh, I could do that too," Sylvie said. "Do you have another one, Mandy?"

"Sorry but I only brought one with me," I responded.

"Prends ça" (take this), said Laurent, offering her his beer bottle.

"Lick me too, Dan, please," she said. 

Sylvie was still leaning against the table as Dan got between her legs and licked her 18-year-old pussy. As he set to work she moaned "Oooooh" a few times and followed it up with "Oui, oui oui, encore".

Dan has never been one to miss the chance of an encore where sex is concerned. He pulled Sylvie's new g-string down her legs, pushed her back so that she lay on the table top, knelt down and, as her legs d****d over his shoulders, buried his tongue in her pussy once more. 

Dan would probably have stayed there all night if we'd let him, but Sophie reminded him that she needed some attention too. 

"Oh Dan, I've got a bottle too," Sophie cooed, waving a bottle of Corbières rosé that she'd just emptied. "Help me please."

Dan gave Sylvie's pussy a few final slurps and then helped direct her aim with the beer bottle her boyfriend had given her. I don't think she needed his help; she looked as if she was used to bottle parties. Then my busy husband moved on to her s****r's pussy to which he gave the customary tonguing until she felt lubricated enough to insert the neck of the empty rosé bottle.

By now, the cock that Dan had said was tired earlier in the day was showing plenty of signs of life as he looked at Sandrine using my dildo, Sylvie wanking on a beer bottle, and Sophie moaning as she fucked herself with a wine bottle. Which left me, of course, wondering what I should do to contribute to my husband's pleasure. 
Mike with his ever-perverted mind asked if we had a cucumber or a banana in the apartment, but I assured him we hadn't. "Not even a broad bean," I said. "We've got a lettuce but I don't think that'll be much use. I'll just give Dan a little blowjob to help him get hard." 

So in my leopard-skin high-heeled thigh boots and pink chain outfit, and with a dog-lead hanging from a collar round my neck, I knelt before my husband's cock, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue in a manner that I hoped looked inviting. It must have done, because a moment later his hardening cock was in my mouth and I started the usual sucking and licking and oral wanking that men (and mine especially) just can't resist. 

And he didn't resist. He just went with the flow as my tongue licked him, my lips caressed him, my saliva coated him, and my fingers massaged him between his legs. And his cock got really long and hard again. I was quite proud of him. 

"Hey, Dan, you horny stud. Six hours ago you told me you were too tired for sex today. Yet this afternoon you had a public fuck with a barely-legal hottie. And now you've got another hard-on for four women you've just dressed as slutty sex objects. Well Dan, we're all yours. Isn't that right girls?"

There was a chorus of "yes" and "oui" from Sandrine with the dildo, Sylvie with the beer bottle inside her, and Sophie pleasuring herself with the wine bottle. 

"What would you like us to do, Dan?" I asked. "I promise we'll do anything you ask."

Dan didn't answer. He took hold of his fully erect cock and started wanking above my upturned face. It reminded me of our first afternoon on the beach, eight days ago, when I'd told him in great detail how I was going to be a slut for him and he shot his cum all over my face. (That was in chapter 1 of this series.) Since then a lot had happened to us, and a lot more was to happen yet.

"Tell you what, Dan," I said. "We'll each tell you what we're going to do in these outfits you've bought us. Would you like to hear that?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, wanking his cock just a few inches from my open mouth.

"Well, Dan," I said, "when I've had a shower I'm going to put these chains again with my thigh-length boots because we're due to meet that German couple -- Uschi and Dieter -- in the swingers disco later. You can lead me by my dog-leash, and like an obedient dog -- or a bitch in my case -- I'll simply do whatever you tell me." 

"Maybe my master will like people to pet me," I continued. "In this outfit every bit of me will be available for petting -- any time, anywhere. I guess you'd quite like to watch guys -- and women -- petting my boobs and my pussy, wouldn't you Dan?"

He nodded. He always loves it when I talk dirty to him about what I'll do.

"How many would you like to see, Dan?" I asked. "How many guys and women would you like to see stroking me in my chains? I bet you'd like to see a lot, wouldn't you?" I said.

"Yes," he uttered, still wanking in earnest.

"And me," said Sandrine, "I'll wear this little red skirt and my little black bra tonight. We'll have dinner with Marieke and Martijn who we met last week, and afterwards we'll meet up with four guys from the Hague who are camping not far from us. I'm sure they'll all like the outfit you bought me. And I like the outfit so much, Dan, that I won't take it off all evening. Then whoever fucks me -- and however they do it -- I'll be reminded of you. Marieke and I will probably put on a little lesbian show for the others, and Martijn likes anal fucking."

At this point Sandrine, who had been lying on her back, turned over and got onto her hands and knees with her bum towards Dan and her skirt covering nothing. "This is the view Martijn will get when he fucks me," Sandrine said, putting her hands on her backside and pulling her bum cheeks apart beneath the hem of the tiny garment Dan had bought her.

"I suppose when he's fucked my anus, Martijn will probably jack off over my bum and on my pretty red skirt. He might even wipe his cock on my skirt, Dan. I saw him do that after he'd fucked some woman in one of the swingers' clubs last week. I hope you won't mind if he does that, Dan."

Dan shook his head as his wanking gained new momentum. 

Sandrine turn round to face Dan and knelt at my side stroking her breasts. "I don't know what the other guys will do. But there are four of them so I suppose I'll get plenty of variety" Sandrine said. "This bra you bought me really pushes my boobs out so I expect I'll get a good load of cum on them. In fact, Dan, you can shoot your load on them right now if you want." 

"Not yet," a voice called. It was Sophie. "Dan, I just want to tell you that I'll wear my new dress this evening in the club where I work. I usually spend most of my time serving behind the bar but tonight I'll climb up on the bar and dance for a while to show it off to everyone. Do you think the guys will like it?" she asked.

Dan nodded, a look of serious concentration on his face as he clutched his cock with his hand and moved it up and down. He'd shaved off his pubic hair the week before and I noticed that he had designer stubble on his balls. I decided I'd shave that off for him later and maybe massage his balls with body lotion for a treat. 

Sophie pulled her short stretchy dress down as far as it would go, then twirled around with her arms in the air. The hem was above her bum and pussy in about three seconds. "Yes, I suppose the guys will like it," Sophie said. "And I bet the girls will too."

"Now, I'd like some of your cum too, Dan", Sophie said as she came over to us and knelt in front of Dan beside Sandrine and me. 

And that left Sylvie -- 18-year-old, pseudo-innocent Sylvie who had invited Dan to be the lone male at a party she was throwing for a bunch of her female friends a few days hence. She said nothing, but her eyes never left Dan's as she sauntered over to us in her polka-dot microskirt with frothy net and white stockings. She was playing with her nipple clips and licking the neck of a beer bottle as she knelt down alongside the rest of us. 

Dan's wanking seemed to take on a new urgency. He'd been pounding his cock just above my face, then above Sandrine's, and then above Sophie's. Now he moved to Sylvie who grasped his thighs and, open-mouthed, pulled him towards her. His cock never reached its goal. Before it reached her lips, Dan's cock blasted its cum onto Sylvie's face, then Sophie's, then Sandrine's, then mine. I must say I wasn't very impressed to get the dregs. On reflection, however, I decided I didn't mind too much since it had been a joint effort to turn on a guy who, by his own admission, was getting worn out with too much sex. 

Dan's face looked rather pale. "I think I need to sit down," he said.

He soon recovered from his bout of post-ejaculatory stress disorder. Sandrine, Sophie and Sylvie each thanked him again for their obscenely exhibitionistic new outfits. "It was a pleasure," he said as each of them kissed his cock "au revoir". And after they and Mike and Laurent had left, I made some tea and we each had one of the lemon tarts he'd bought from the bakery that morning.

"Mmm, quite tasty these French tarts," he said, "but I think I still prefer the British ones." 

Halfway through a holiday at a swingers' resort where we'd both had multiple partners, I took that remark as quite a compliment.
After an unbelievably wild night out on Saturday, I told Mandy on the Sunday morning that I was taking a break from sex for 24 hours. But then Mandy did a lesbian act on the beach with her new French friend Sophie and I ended up fucking Sophie's 18-year-old s****r Sylvie for all I was worth. (You can read about that in chapter 18 of this series.) Then after that a crowd of us went shopping and I chose erotic outfits for Sophie, Sylvie, Mandy and our Dutch friend Sandrine. All four of them got dressed up for me and came round to our apartment where they wanked themselves with dildos and bottles, and then knelt in front of me till I jacked off on their faces one by one. (I hope that two-sentence summary of chapter 19 doesn't sound too crude. It wasn't planned; it just happened -- like a lot of wild things just happened to us during our time in Cap d'Agde.)

So by the evening I was happy to accompany Mandy on our evening out but I wasn't expecting to do much in the way of ejaculation. How wrong can you be!

We were due to meet Uschi and Dieter at midnight in the swingers' disco that we'd been to several times already. They were the German couple we'd met there on Friday night (Mandy described that in chapter 15). I had the impression that they were quite extreme in their sexual tastes but that didn't put Mandy off. On the contrary, the prospect of swinging with new friends and adding to her sexual experience seemed to excite her. We were over halfway through our holiday and I noticed that she now openly did things that she'd not even done in private before -- things like sitting naked with her legs wide open and rubbing her pussy, or talking about her sexual highs such as having multiple cocks and getting covered in cum, or just being ready to try the wildest sex that was going.

Mandy showered first and shaved her legs, armpits and pussy. Then when I showered after her she insisted on shaving my balls and pubic area too. I'd already shaved it the previous week but the hairs were growing again so she smothered the area in shaving foam and shaved me smooth. After I'd dried myself she insisted on massaging body lotion into my balls and along my cock.

"Look, you're getting hard again," Mandy said. "Would you like to fuck me before we go out?"

"Thanks for the offer," I said, "but I don't think I can. Maybe later."

"I do hope so," she answered. "Uschi seems quite a wild one so I'm expecting she and I will end up with quite a few cocks between us. I'd like yours to be one of them."

"I'll do my best," I said, as she picked up her new pink chain outfit that I'd bought for her that afternoon (see chapter 19). 

I helped Mandy into the outfit, though I'm not sure that "outfit" is the right word for it. It consisted of a set of 10 pink chains that went round Mandy's waist, under her boobs, round her neck, down her back and between her legs. The chains were fastened together at strategic points by large silver rings. Basically the outfit covered nothing, but decorated her body with a gentle hint of bondage. When she put on the pink studded collar that fastened with a silver padlock, and then clipped the dog leash to it, the gentle hint became more of a bold statement. And when she pulled on her leopard-skin patterned PVC thigh boots with ridiculously high heels, she looked just right for a night out in the swingers clubs of Cap d'Agde.

But first of all we had to eat. We decided to head for the steak restaurant which was five minutes walk from our apartment. In those five minutes we passed a breathtaking cock-hardening array of women who were dressed to reveal as much as they could. 

For instance, there was a young woman in a pink net dress, pussy length, with nothing underneath it. As she sauntered by hand-in-hand with an older grey-haired guy, a cool evening breeze made her nipples peek out between the net. I noticed that the breeze made Mandy's nipples stick out too.

Then there was a short-haired blonde in a tight see-through t-shirt teamed with a pleated tartan mini that showed half her bum. And after that we passed a long-haired brunette with a double-breasted crotch-length jacket made of some black shiny material at the front but which was completely see-through at the back. She wore no underwear, of course. 

And just as we arrived at the steak restaurant a statuesque black woman strode past in a transparent body stocking and high shoes. Her boyfriend looked pleased with himself, and so did she -- showing off her entire body through the transparent film that sheathed her skin, and with her pussy peeking through the open crotch.

The steak restaurant was almost full and the waiter showed us to one of the last vacant tables. It was then that Mandy realized that chains under your bum are not the most comfortable things to sit on. 

"While this outfit may look sexy, it certainly doesn't feel it when you're sitting down," Mandy said. She shuffled in her seat for a while, and in the end decided to remove the chain outfit completely so she could eat her meal without numbing her bum and pussy. 

A young German woman at the next table was wearing a top consisting only of tiny silver chains, teamed with a leather miniskirt and knee-length boots, and with her stocking tops on show. She glanced over at Mandy and spoke in English. "I have one of those," she said, "But I only wear it if we go straight to one of the clubs. It's great for dancing and getting fucked in but no good for dining out."

"I just found out it's no good for the restaurant," Mandy answered. "I hope you're right about the clubs."

"You wait," answered the young German woman. "The guys won't be able to keep their hands off you."

Mandy smiled. She seemed pleased with that information. But for the time-being she ate her meal naked but for her thigh-length boots and dog leash.

Two couples at one of the tables behind Mandy had finished eating and decided to leave. I watched as they stood up and walked out. One young woman wore a tiny denim microskirt that had obviously been pulled up to her hips to enable her to sit comfortably. She made only a feeble -- and unsuccessful -- attempt to straighten it as she stood up so that she left the restaurant with everything below her hips on show. The other female wore what looked like a dark business suit -- except that she had nothing on under the jacket and the skirt showed her bum. 

The waiter cleared their table and showed two more couples to it. I hardly noticed the guys, but the women were dressed to the resort's usual exhibitionist standard. The first wore a red rubber skirt showing an inch or so of bum cheek and a glimpse of pussy, with a low-cut bustier in black and a chiffon scarf round her neck. She took off the scarf and laid it across the seat before she sat down. The other woman had on a black lacquer jacket and a tight red plastic mini. The skirt already showed the bottom of her bum cheeks as she stood up but it was so tight that she had to pull it up around her waist in order to sit down. She wore no underwear of course, so she put her serviette on the seat.

"I take it you're looking at half-dressed women," Mandy said as I gazed past her at the clientele beyond.

"Sorry, yes," I said, quickly refocusing on her face. "I was just checking out some of the hemlines."

"No need to be sorry," she said. "If it turns you on, as I'm sure it does, enjoy it. I want to taste more of your cum tonight so do whatever you need to get your cock hard, darling."

Once we'd finished our meal, I helped Mandy find her way into the pink chain outfit once again and, hand in hand, we strolled off in search of whatever the night might bring. 

Naturally we stopped by the Montrose bar which was full of semi-naked couples as usual. We pushed our way through the crowd of naked boobs and bare bums and ordered a couple of the special sangria cocktails. 

"I like your outfit, Mandy," a voice said just as we were taking the first sip. A moment later, Mandy was being kissed by a woman in two skimpy pieces of flimsy white cheesecloth. It was Linda, and Jim was not far behind. 

"Hey guys, great to see you," I said, admiring the fact that the skimpy white cheesecloth was inadequate to cover Linda's boobs and pussy properly. 

Jim and I then each proceeded to examine the other's partner's outfit in detail, while the women themselves discussed the pressure they were under to come up with a new and more daring look each evening. 

"You feel so conservative if your pussy's not on show, don't you," Linda said. 

"You sure do," Mandy answered. "Look at her," she said, nodding in the direction of a middle-aged woman in a transparent brown kaftan with a lace bra and thong under it. "She must have only just arrived. Once she's been here a few days she'll soon forget about her underwear." (Funnily enough, a couple of days later I saw the same woman in the same kaftan with nothing underneath it.) 

Right next to us a young Dutch woman was dancing to the loud music in a short black PVC jacket that hung wide open. She also had a studded choker round her neck, and knee-length black boots. Otherwise she was naked except for a thin silver chain around her hips, from which hung other chains, each about four inches in length -- six across her bum and six over her pussy. She danced wildly, tinkling her chains and rubbing her pussy as part of the dance. Her friend was in a red net top, black g-string and high heels, with studs through her nipples.

Mandy and Linda started to dance too. Linda took hold of Mandy's dog leash and led her in a little circle round the bar as the danced. 

"Does it make you feel submissive to be led around like that?" Jim asked Mandy when our women returned to us. 

"Oh yes. Very submissive," Mandy answered. "Why? What would you like me to submit to, Jim?" she asked.

"How about my cock at midnight," he said.

"Oh Jim, a woman dressed in thigh boots and chains who gets led round on a dog lead expects more excitement than one cock, especially at midnight in Cap d'Agde," Mandy laughed. 

"And so does a woman in white cheesecloth," added Linda. "In any case, I'm sure we'll be seeing lots of Mandy and Dan when we get back to the UK. And then Mandy will be so starved of orgies and gangbangs that she'll jump at the chance of an extra cock at midnight, won't you Mandy," she said to my wife, running her fingers over Mandy's nipples and down her stomach to her pussy.

The two women kissed open-mouthed once more.

"Linda's right," Mandy responded. "It's going to seem strange not to have orgies every evening. We really must meet up again in the UK."

The Dutch women and their partners had moved on, and a dark-haired young woman in a stretchy black minidress with open strappy sides was now occupying their space. She danced next to her admiring boyfriend and attracted quite a few other admirers as well. As she swayed, her dress rode up showing her pussy to everyone. She carried on regardless, pulling her dress down only when she'd finished dancing and went to sit on a bar stool. The next time she went to dance the same thing happened -- the hem of her short tight dress rode up her hips so that her pussy and bum were completely on show.

"That reminds me," said Jim as he gazed at the young woman's pussy, "we're due to meet some French friends in one of the smaller clubs. We met them earlier in one of the cafes and we said we'd see them at 11:00."

"So now you're taking your cock elsewhere," Mandy told him. "I hope you find something to do with it at midnight."

"Why don't you two join us?" Linda suggested.

"We'll come along for an hour or so," I said, "but we're meeting some German friends -- Uschi and Dieter -- at the swingers' disco at midnight." 

To leave the bar we had to push past quite a lot of people -- including a fair-haired girl in a short white plastic skirt, black g-string and lacy green top. She'd spent all of the time since we'd arrived standing in the middle of the crowd with her arms around her boyfriend's neck. And all the time we'd been there he'd been stroking her bum under her skirt with one hand and had the other hand inside her g-string stroking her pussy. I must say they both looked happy enough.

It was only a five-minute walk to the club where George and Linda were due to meet their friends. The streets and alleys of the naturist section of Cap d'Agde have plenty of light in the evenings. The restaurants, shops and bars are thriving till about midnight when people start drifting off either to their own private parties with friends or to the clubs where they can party with strangers too. 

Mandy and I had not been to the club before. It was yet another that offered gangbangs. "We really should try one of the normal couples-only clubs before we go home," I said to my wife. 

"Yes," she answered. "They would probably be a bit more romantic than these gangbang places. They might give me the chance to make up to more women too, which I'm sure you'd love."

George and Linda's new friends Isabelle and Alain were waiting for them at the door of the club. Alain was in well-tailored jeans and a casual shirt while Isabelle was clad in black PVC material -- not a lot of it, admittedly, but definitely a black PVC bra and pussy-skimming PVC skirt with black thigh boots with heels about as high as Mandy's. I realized I'd seen her somewhere before but I couldn't remember where. After we were introduced she reminded me where -- in the G club the previous Thursday night she and her partner and another couple were occupying a waterbed near where Mandy got her first bukkake (I wrote about that in chapter 13). I knew from that experience that Jim and Linda would be in good company this evening. 

Mandy and I had a look around the place while Jim and Linda and their friends chatted about what they'd been up to that afternoon. It was a different shape from the other clubs we'd been in, and rather smaller, but it had the essential features of a bar, a dance floor with a raised cage in one corner and padded three-foot-deep benches around the sides. There were three waterbeds in separate alcoves that could accommodate foursomes, another that was big enough for at least five or six couples at a time, and then a large back room with three waterbeds at the sides and plenty of space in the middle for those who preferred sex standing up.

We soon saw the space being used by a blonde woman in her late 40s with an entourage of males. Dressed in a shiny red minidress that hung open loosely at the front to well below her navel and was backless to the crack of her bum, she was sampling the cocks of four guys of various ages from 20 to 60. I thought one of them was her partner but it turned out that her partner was watching the show. As she stood, bent forwards, two guys took it in turns to fuck her from behind. She got fingered by another as she wanked his cock, and she bent over yet another to suck his cock to orgasm. And some other guys who were looking on -- those who weren't fucking, being wanked or sucked -- caressed her boobs and rubbed her body and generally surrounded her with male flesh. She eventually had a noisy orgasm as she stood there among the crowd of bodies, thanked her male assistants for their contribution, and then rejoined her partner who led her to the bar for a drink.

I turned round to see another group of upstanding sex enthusiasts. A woman in a short black dress with her arms round her partner's neck was being explored by several pairs of male hands. No part of her body was taboo for the strangers who she didn't even turn round to look at (though her partner could see who they were). After a good dose of pussy-rubbing from one guy, followed by some energetic finger-fucking from a second, she was eventually fucked by a third, and then by a fourth who brought her to an orgasm that shook her entire body. Her partner had to hold on to her to stop her from falling as her body buckled with pleasure. And then they went to the bar too.

I pulled Mandy to me and my hand went to her pussy. It was hot and dripping with juice. "Oh my god," she said. "You can fuck me if you want."

"Later," I replied.

"Now and later," she said, "please."

"I really can't yet," I told her. "Put your arms round my neck like she did," I said, indicating the woman who had just been fucked to orgasm. 

Mandy said nothing but leaned against me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. 

A muscular young guy with a small tattoo on his arm looked at me quizzically. I nodded. "Yes you may touch her," I said in English. 

Mandy kissed my neck as his hands stroked her back and then reached between us to feel her boobs. I nodded to another hopeful, and another, but shook my head at a fourth who I knew wasn't Mandy's type. (He accepted my judgment and stood to one side to watch the show rather than join in.) Mandy's body stiffened as some unknown fingers went between her legs, and then she relaxed again as they found their goal beneath her chains and started to rub back and forth. She had her eyes closed as she submitted to whatever these guys were going to do to her. 

What they did, in fact, was more or less what at least two of them had already done to the woman in black. They massaged her pussy till they judged she was hot and wet enough (and since she was hot and wet before they started, this didn't take long). Then first one and then another crouched down behind her and inserted their fingers -- first gently, then more f***efully, all the time judging her reaction by how much juice was running down their hands. 

As a guy unzipped his pants and took out his cock to fuck her, I checked to make sure he put on a condom. And then the chains were pushed to one side and Mandy let out a gasp as he pushed his cock inside her. As she held on to me I could feel her push her bum back against the guy who was fucking her from behind. He took the hint and fucked her more strongly -- so strongly, in fact, that he soon ejaculated and had to withdraw. Not to worry, there was another ready to take his place, though he too came very quickly and had to back out. 

The third guy lasted longer. He had a bit of style in the way he fucked her. He started slowly, then built up to a crescendo and, just as Mandy started to reach her orgasm, he slackened off for a moment or two and then started to build up the momentum again. He did this three times as far as I remember, and each time Mandy looked dismayed when he didn't bring her to orgasm. Then on the fourth occasion he built up speed and f***e and took her all the way. She trembled all over and had to cling onto me to stay upright. Then after she had come she almost slumped to the floor.
"Oh, thank you," she said, turning round unsteadily and planting a kiss on his cheek. "That was fantastic."

He said something about it having been a pleasure and then stuffed his still-rigid cock back into his jeans and zipped himself up. We chatted to him for a while as our audience drifted away to watch a heap of writhing sweaty bodies on a waterbed where a buxom mature lady was getting her fill of several cocks at once. The guy's name was Francis, though he said people called him Frank, and he came from somewhere near Geneva in Switzerland. He said he was on holiday with his girlfriend but she'd gone to visit a college friend in the "textile" part of Cap d'Agde for the evening. He said she'd told him to enjoy himself while she was away.

Frank paid Mandy several compliments about being so sexy, and she paid him compliments about how he'd used his cock on her. "It was great," she said. "Maybe you'd like to join us another evening. Only next time bring your girlfriend. I'm sure Dan would like to meet her."

I confirmed that I would. And I thought to myself how open Mandy had become when she talked about sex. Here she was telling a guy who'd just fucked her that she'd like him to do it again and asking him to bring his girlfriend to fuck me too. (And we did too -- later in the week.)

By now, of course, it was time for us to move on to the swingers' disco to meet Uschi and Dieter. We said "au revoir" to Frank, and made our way to the door. As we walked round the edge of the dance floor we waved to Jim and Linda and their French friends. The two guys waved backed but the women didn't notice us as they were on their knees sucking the other's partner's cock as people danced around them. 

After the hot atmosphere of the gangbang club it was refreshing to walk into the cool midnight air, even though it took us only a few minutes to reach our next destination. I paid the entrance for the two of us and as we got inside Mandy went to the loo to have a pee and fix her make-up. There was a queue for the ladies'. "Don't wait for me," she said. "Have a look around for Uschi and Dieter. I'll come and find you."

The place wasn't crowded but it was starting to fill up. I walked around the bar area, strolled across the dance floor, looked in the lounge area, and squeezed my way between the voyeurs who were gathered around the action on the waterbeds but I didn't see our German friends. I saw an extremely tall woman in an extremely short dress on the dance floor. The alternating black and white see-through panels of the dress stopped an inch above her clit and rose even higher as she danced. I saw a woman on the edge of a waterbed who lay back against her partner with her legs wide open as she, her partner and several passers-by stroked her pussy. I saw a 50-ish woman in a severe black skirt and jacket and dark-rimmed glasses, with her hair tied back, who wanked two cocks with her fishnet-gloved hands. I saw several women getting felt, licked, fucked and giving blowjobs to one, two or more guys. And I saw two women 69-ing each other while four guys wanked over them. But I didn't see Uschi and Dieter.

"Dan, we're here." I heard Mandy's voice calling me above the pounding of the music. I turned and saw her with Uschi and Dieter.

"I was looking for you but I didn't see you," I said to them as I shook Dieter's hand in the usual continental greeting and kissed Uschi on either cheek. 

"We were at the bar," Dieter said. "Mandy found us."

"I think you must have been distracted," Mandy said jokingly as she watched a jet of cum spray on the women in the 69 position.

"Yes I must have," I said absently as I watched Dieter's hand disappear behind Mandy's back to stroke her bum. She didn't object and neither did I -- especially since Uschi, topless as always, came to kiss me with her naked boobs jutting through the collection of coloured jewelry round her neck. It was a longer kiss than I expected, full on the mouth with her tongue caressing mine. I let my hand drift down her back to her barely-covered bum in a ragged denim mini and she pushed against me as my middle finger caressed the crevice between her cheeks.

Like most of the women in the club, Uschi wore nothing under her skirt, and as my finger pushed against her anus she pushed even closer to me. "Would you like to fuck straight away or shall we have a drink first?" Dieter asked. 

"Let's have a drink and watch the action for a while," Mandy answered. "You can stick your finger up Uschi's ass at the bar, Dan; can't he Uschi?" 

"You can do what you want with me," Uschi said, looking at me. "That's what we're all here for, isn't it?"

So we went back to the bar, Dieter leading Mandy by her dog leash and me stroking Uschi's naked bum as she tottered along on the spike heels of her thigh-high leather boots. Dieter ordered four drinks -- coke and something (I'm not sure what the something was but there sure was a lot of it). 

We chatted for a while. I asked Uschi if she always went out topless in the evening. "Yes," she said. "After all, I always end up getting naked. Last year all my sexy tops were coated in cum by the end of the first week of our holiday and since I couldn't be bothered washing them I decided I'd just go without."

"She still gets coated in cum," Dieter put in, laughing, "but all she has to do now is get in the shower when she gets home."

"It's fun having cum on my boobs, and my face too," Uschi said. "It makes me really hot. And guys seem to find it a lot more erotic than a sticky t-shirt."

"You're almost naked too," Dieter said to Mandy "and I really like your dog leash. Do you like Dan to dominate you?"

"Well, it's not a fetish or anything like that," Mandy told him. "I just thought it might be fun to pretend to be submissive for a change. Still, you never know, maybe I'll enjoy it so much that I'll want him to lead me on a leash all the time. But I don't think so. It's not very practical, is it?"

As I sipped my coke and whatever, I noticed a couple on a lounge seat near the edge of the dance floor. At least, the guy was on the seat. He sat with his pants open while the red-haired woman in a maroon bra, tiny black stretch skirt, maroon thong, hold-ups and thigh boots knelt between his legs and sucked him. Soon afterwards she sat astride him and rode him to orgasm.

Next to them sat an older couple side-by-side. The woman was leaning across her partner, giving him a combined blowjob and handjob as they watched the dancers -- including a woman in a calf-length black dress with wide see-through panels all the way down the front and back. Near her was a tall guy dancing with an energetic young blonde whose boobs were spilling out of a black lace bustier and whose bum was on show under a tiny black skirt that consisted of a waistband and three frilly circles of black see-through material.

"Coming for a dance anyone?" asked Uschi as her bum parted company with my hand and she set off for the dance floor. 

"Sure, I'll join you," answered Mandy as she walked nonchalantly away from Dieter's hand that had been busy between her legs. 

Both women wore long-legged boots with stiletto heels that were not easy to walk in but which didn't cramp their style on the dance floor. Like most of the women in the club, though, their dancing had more to do with exhibitionism than with finesse. As they danced, they stroked their own bodies and each other's. 

Dieter and I leaned back against the bar watching our partners, virtually naked, openly making up to each other. I remember thinking how unreal everything seemed. It was as if I was living a fantasy. Here was my wife Mandy in a swingers' club, having her breasts stroked by a woman she'd met a couple of days before and obviously enjoying it. As I watched, Mandy pushed her hand between Uschi's legs, obviously caressing her pussy. Uschi moved closer and their lips met, kissing gently as a third woman ran her fingers across Mandy's bare bum. 

Just then another guy walked over to us and spoke in German to Dieter who introduced me to him. This was Jens, a friend of Dieter, and apparently it was his wife Birgit who was exploring my wife's backside. Birgit was in a white stretchy lace dress that buttoned up the front -- except that it happened to be unbuttoned down to her waist. The dress was tight, showing the lower part of her bum cheeks. Soon Mandy had turned round and was kissing Birgit as Uschi slapped her on the buttocks.

"Oh my god," I thought, "this can't be true." It was true, of course, but I knew that none of the guys at work would believe me if I told them that Mandy did this with two women in public. Maybe our readers don't believe it too. But it hardly matters. I saw Mandy doing it and my formerly exhausted cock was now straining to get at her and her two friends.

For a moment I glanced over at the entrance as a tall guy came in, holding hands with a slim blonde woman in a short black strapless dress. As they stepped into the club she used her free hand to pull the top of her dress down and bare her breasts. She had her tits on show like that for the rest of the time she was there. 

I glanced back at the dance floor but Mandy and her friends were no longer there. Suddenly in front of me appeared a woman with wavy blonde hair and a white lace dress with most of the buttons undone. 

"You must be Dan," she said. I nodded. 

"I'm Birgit," she continued. "Mandy says she wants you to fuck her, so she asked me to get you started."

Before I could answer, she had sunk to her knees, unfastened my pants, and had my cock in her mouth.

"Looks like you already got started," Birgit said, pushing back my foreskin and licking the end of my semi-solid prick. On my left, Uschi was doing the same to Jens, while on my right Mandy appeared. Smiling at me angelically, she went down on her knees and went down on Dieter at the same time. This never happens in bars back home, I thought to myself.

But it certainly happened there -- a trio of blowjobs side-by-side with me in the middle. One or two people glanced over at us, but most of them just carried on with what they were doing -- which, I must admit, was more or less the same as what we were doing. 

I looked down to see Birgit's head moving back and forth along my cock. As she pulled off for a moment she looked up and smiled, stuck out her tongue and moved it from side to side against the tip of my cock, then plunged back onto it again. There was a warm and welcoming sensation as her lips made a tunnel for my penis and her tongue caressed it. Then I felt the head of my cock push past her tonsils and into a tunnel of cartilage as it started down her throat. She obviously had no gag reaction at all.

There I was, getting a deep-throat blowjob in public from a woman I'd never met before while an array of naked tits and butts and pussies jiggled about on the dance floor. My eyes followed two young women in short black semi-transparent dresses who walked past us with a group of guys. By the time they were ordering drinks not far from us, Birgit had pulled off my cock again. She looked up again smiling. 

"Fick meinen Mund," Birgit said. I didn't understand and must have looked confused. 

"She says you're to fuck her mouth," her partner Jens told me as Uschi slurped along his rigid rod. "Fuck her mouth hard; she likes it," he said.

"My pleasure," I said as I grabbed Birgit's hair to hold her head steady and then rammed the full length of my cock into her mouth as far as it would go. I have to admit, despite the roughness of the cartilage, it was a new sensation to be able to take a woman like that. 

It wasn't long before Jens had left Uschi's gentle ministrations and had helped Birgit stand up -- with me still fucking her mouth -- and then pushed his cock into her pussy. In her turn, Uschi pulled Mandy to her feet and, as Mandy continued to suck Dieter's cock, Uschi set about licking Mandy's pussy and anus.

By this time the two young women in see-through dresses were being subjected to a heavy dose of tit-kissing and pussy-groping as they stood at the bar not far from us. They seemed to be accumulating men; there were now six of them paying the girls some very intimate attention. Over on the lounge seats by the dance floor, there was a lot of mutual masturbation going on. Among the hand jobs, blowjobs and finger-fucking, two women were kneeling on their seats as their guys fucked them from behind. Then the guys swapped pussies and the women didn't even turn their heads. 

I think it was about at this time that two more German acquaintances turned up. Gunter and Christa, who Mandy and I had met on our very first afternoon at the beach, came into the bar and headed in our direction. Apparently they were friends of Jens and Birgit.

Jens continued to fuck Birgit's pussy as he shook hands with Gunter, and I continued to fuck Birgit's mouth as Christa bent down to kiss her on the cheek. And after she'd greeted her friend, Christa kissed me too, rubbing her tits in their tight transparent boob-tube against me as she did so. All she had below that was a pair of hold-up stockings and some shoes.

In fact, although I'd like to tell you that Mandy and I and the three German couples had an orgy there and then in front of the bar, it didn't happen like that at all. Jens pulled out of Birgit's pussy, she pulled off my cock, Uschi stopped licking Mandy's pussy, Mandy stopped sucking Dieter's prick, and we all politely said hello to Gunter and Christa.

Gunter and Christa seemed pleased to see us. "It's good to see you and Mandy again," Gunter said. "Christa and I were hoping to have an evening out with you before we leave."

"You're welcome to join us," Dieter said. 

"Yes, please join us," added Mandy, giving Gunter a kiss on the cheek as her breasts rubbed against his arm. 

In a moment Gunter's arm was round her back and his hand was stroking her bum. "That's quite an outfit," he said as one hand explored her anus and the other toyed with her dog leash. 

"I'm glad you like it," Mandy said. "Dan bought it for me this afternoon."

"Jens gave me a present today too," Birgit said (in German). "Schau mal," she added, "look at this." She turned away from us and bent right over, the hem of her dress rising round her waist and her hands pulling at her bum cheeks. 

There in the middle of her butt was a large pink crystal. Everyone admired Birgit's anal plug, which I learned was a type called "Rosebud" (though I couldn't understood why it was named after a quote from Citizen Kane). We all examined it closely and Mandy seemed quite fascinated by it. "The crystal looks really nice," she said. "Dan, I think I'd like to try one of these."

"They're great fun," said Christa. "The crystals are Swarovski. I sometimes wear my plug on the beach."

"On the beach?" Mandy sounded fascinated. "Dan, I'm definitely going to try one," she said.

As we chatted about Mandy's chains and Birgit's anal plug, the two young women in see-through dresses left the bar and started off across the dance floor to the waterbeds beyond. There were six guys with them. "This could be interesting," said Christa. "Let's go and watch," she added and set off after them with Gunter.

Birgit took my hand and led me after them too. Dieter followed, leading Mandy on her leash. I thought that Uschi and Jens were bringing up the rear, but when I glanced back I saw Uschi leaning over a bar stool as Jens was fucking her up the rear. 

Thinking of rears, my hand went down to Birgit's and my fingers found their way to the pink crystal sticking out of her bum. She turned and looked up at me. "Do you like it? You can pull it out and fuck me there if you want," she said in rather good English. Being British I think I blushed. 

By the time we reached the waterbed where the two young women had installed themselves -- already naked since all they'd had to remove were their transparent dresses -- their guys were stripping off rapidly and quite a crowd was gathering to watch. Birgit pushed into a space next to Mandy who was leaning back against Dieter who had his arms round her. I put my arms around Birgit (not just to feel her tits and pussy -- though I did -- but to show that she was with someone and to discourage groping). And with maybe 30 others -- male and female -- we watched the six-guy and two-girl orgy begin -- except that somehow they'd picked up another two guys on their way from the bar. The waterbed was getting busy, and it looked as if the girls were loving it.

One of the young women was on her back as a dark-skinned guy crawled between her legs and set about her shaven pussy with his tongue. As the other guys joined them, she reached out to grab a cock in each hand. She wanked each of them as the naked guys shuffled closer to her on their knees. And then the two cocks were in her mouth -- or at least they were competing with each other to get in there and she was doing her best to accommodate them both.

The other girl found a guy on his back and crawled between his legs to take his cock in her mouth. A moment later another guy was pulling her bum cheeks apart to lick her pussy and anus. She didn't turn to see who it was, and I assumed she didn't really mind. The remaining three guys stroked with their hands, licked with their tongues, poked with their fingers and offered their cocks to any of the girls' hands or holes that were available. 

I looked at Mandy and noticed that she was watching the orgy intently, pushing back against Dieter's crotch as he pressed against her pussy with his hands. Somehow she must have sensed I was watching her. She looked round at me, smiled and pursed her lips in a kiss. I blew a kiss back. Then she leaned across to me and spoke in my ear. "Whatever we do Dan, and whoever we do it with, please come on my face before we go back to our apartment. It makes me feel so good when you do that."

And then she moved back into Dieter's arms so he could massage her pussy as she watched the orgy in front of her. At the other side of the waterbed, Christa had found a corner to sit on as she bent forward to suck Gunter's rigid cock. Some other guy was fondling her boobs but she seemed to take no notice.

On the waterbed, the two women were very obviously in charge. When they were sucking they regularly left a guy hanging in suspense as they moved to the next, and when they were being fucked they would tell the guy to stop after a couple of minutes and let another have a go. The guys were very polite about it all. They would step aside and let another fill the gap they'd left. But then, I guess they knew they'd get their turn again soon. 

The women kissed each other at one stage, and were stroking each other's boobs, but they didn't get many chances to do much in the lesbian line; they were almost constantly occupied with cock -- often at both ends and in both hands. The atmosphere was infective -- not far from us, at the side of the waterbed, an oriental-looking girl -- or rather a young woman -- sank to her knees topless in front of her partner and soon had his cock in her mouth.

Both women on the bed were making the sort of noises that made me think they were either in pain or having a good time. Since neither of them left I assume they were enjoying themselves. One was on her back getting gang-fucked. The guys were taking it in turn to take her as hard as they could. Her legs were in the air most of the time -- usually held up by the arms of whichever guy happened to be fucking her. Other guys were stroking her tits, and there was usually a cock or two round her face that she tried to suck from time to time -- but mostly she was being pounded so hard that her body shook and all she could manage orally was a few licks here and there. 

The other woman was on her hands and knees, taking it doggy style from various guys and sucking others -- well, the same ones really since all eight guys seemed to take a turn at just about everything with each woman. I watched as the one on her back had her bum lifted off the bed by a dark-skinned guy who set about licking her pussy, her anus, and the bit in-between (I think it's called the perineum). 
And so it went on. I don't remember all that happened, except that the bed had bodies everywhere -- most of them male so I couldn't make out everything that was happening to the two young women.

Despite the orgy going on in front of me, my attention wandered as more and more of the audience got aroused. The oriental young woman was now accommodating two other cocks as well as her partner's -- sucking them in turn -- and a blonde with long tight curls bent over with her hands on the side of the bed as the guy who was with her pulled up her shimmering gold minidress and pushed his cock inside her. She was right next to me and when I saw another guy reach under her to feel her tits I decided to give it a go too. I had to stop stroking Birgit's pussy, of course, but she didn't complain. As I leaned over to the blonde (who smiled at me and kept repeating "oui, oui, oui" as I massaged her boobs), Birgit started kissing her on the mouth.

And that is how, in some of these vacation swinger clubs, one orgy leads to another. I found myself busy stroking the blonde's boobs -- and much of the rest of her body as she responded open-mouthed to Birgit's kisses and spread her legs wider to give her partner easier access. The other guy was on the opposite side of the blonde, though by now he was exploring Birgit's body. 

Birgit didn't mind one bit. The couple of buttons on her dress that were still fastened soon came undone, and as she leaned back on the waterbed to let the blonde lick her pussy, one of the guys from the two-girl--eight-guy orgy put his cock in her mouth. Birgit started to suck it as if that was the most normal thing in the world. And in that situation, with all kinds of group sex going on around us, it was perfectly normal, I assure you. After all, what else should a horny woman in a swingers club do with an erect cock that's within licking distance?

As I continued my exploration of the blonde's anatomy, I felt a pair of hands gently stroke my neck and then move round to my chest. As they did so, a pair of breasts and an assortment of chains rubbed against my back. Mandy's hands went down to my waist and pushed my tight black t-shirt upwards. 

"Come along, Dan. Show the blonde lady your chest," Mandy said. "I'm sure she doesn't want you with your clothes on." 

My t-shirt soon disappeared and Mandy's hands were unbuckling my belt as Birgit got a load of cum on her chin. Elsewhere on the waterbed there were other climaxes happening. The two young women had both had noisy orgasms and were now lying side-by-side kissing each other and completely ignoring the seven cocks that were wanking over them. A coating of cum was building up on the women's faces, boobs and stomachs. As they moved their bodies against each other, the cum was like a sticky white glue that held them together.

Mandy soon had my black jeans round my knees. I wore no underwear since I'd learned after a week in Cap d'Agde that it only gets in the way when you're having a random fuck. She was now kneeling behind me, reaching round to wank me and making me harder than I could have imagined considering all the climaxes I'd had in the past 24 hours.

As my cock filled up Mandy's hands, the blonde woman ceased to lick Birgit's pussy and turned her head in my direction. She asked me something about "sucer ta queue" which I didn't understand at all. 

"She wants to suck your cock," said Birgit, oblivious to the cum trickling down her neck. 

"You can't refuse a lady now, can you Dan?" Mandy added. And with that I shuffled closer to the woman's face so she could get herself a mouthful. As the blonde's lips closed around my cock, I felt Mandy -- still on her knees -- pull my butt cheeks apart and start to lick between them. Birgit now had another cock in her mouth, and I realized it belonged to her partner Jens. The last time I saw that cock it was in Uschi's bum as she leaned over a bar stool, I thought to myself. 

"Hi Dan," Uschi's voice said, and I felt her breasts rubbing against my arm. I didn't speak but kissed her on the mouth, checking out her bum with my left hand as I did so. My middle finger found her anus and easily slipped inside. I pushed it as far as I could and when I withdrew it Uschi took my hand in hers and guided it to her mouth. Her tongue licked along my finger and then she put it in her mouth and sucked it with a lascivious look in her eyes. I knew that I wouldn't do a thing like that (well I might, but not often), but it turned me on to watch Uschi do it.

A moment later I was in position for the blonde to take my cock in her mouth, which she did quite enthusiastically. Mandy was licking my anus (I'd never known her do that before) and at one stage she worked a finger inside it. When she withdrew I glanced round and saw her offering the finger to Uschi who put it in her mouth and sucked it. The sight of her doing that just made by cock even harder as it slid into the blonde's mouth with her tongue caressing it.

I actually lost track of what was happening on the waterbed. When I looked again, the group of guys was dispersing, leaving two cum-sodden women to sit up next to each other and burst out laughing as they looked at the state they were in. One rubbed her hand over a particularly large helping on her left breast and then suddenly smeared it on the other's face. The second one retaliated and a light-hearted cum-battle took place until one of the two remaining guys (could they have been their boyfriends?) turned up with a roll of absorbent paper so they could clean up. They waved him away.

By that time, Birgit had yet another cock in her mouth (I think it was the guy who'd been exploring the blonde's body at the same time as me) and Uschi was now licking her pussy. Mandy started to lick Uschi's pussy but somehow got distracted when Dieter pushed his cock in her from behind and Uschi's partner Jens offered her his to suck. Partway along the waterbed, the oriental girl was now on her back getting fucked by one guy as she did her best to suck another who knelt beside. Next to them a mature woman with her legs in the air was making a lot of noise as her partner fucked her, and at the far side of the giant bed our other German friends Gunter and Christa seemed to have swapped partners with another couple.

I was enjoying the blonde's exquisite oral skills as the two young women who had started all this climbed off the waterbed, still refusing the offer of tissue to wipe themselves off. They picked up their dresses and pulled them over their cum-streaked bodies. I got so fascinated watching them wriggle their sticky skin into the dark semi-transparent sheaths that I almost forgot I was getting a blowjob till the blonde pulled off me, spat generously on the end of my cock and then plunged her mouth onto it again. 

Several people, including me, applauded the two young women as they strode away (pussies on show, of course), and as they passed near me I congratulated them in English. "That was a great show," I said. 

One of them paused for a moment. "Tu peut ass****r la prochaine fois," she said. I suppose I looked blank but my wife kindly helped. Removing Jens' cock from her mouth, but still gasping as Dieter fucked her, she told me "She says you can join in next time." (Wasn't it nice of Mandy to tell me!) 

"Thanks," I said, as she walked away, the damp cum seeping through her flimsy dress. I was so impressed that I forgot to ask when the next time would be -- though, believe it or not, I did actually meet her and her friend again later in the week. 

Unfortunately my fascination with the cum-coated gangbangers had led the blonde to abandon my cock for that of Jens. She was now swallowing several inches of German Schwanz (that's what Uschi called his cock). Birgit was still lying on the waterbed with a cock in her mouth (this must have been the third) and another in her pussy. I didn't recognize either owner. Dieter was still fucking Mandy from behind, and a woman in a black PVC bustier and thong was tugging on Mandy's dog lead and kissing her. The PVC lady was in turn having her body explored by a guy in black jeans and a linen shirt.

I was having difficulty keeping track of who was doing what to whom. I turned and smiled at Uschi who was standing next to me and seemed to be at a loose end for the moment. She smiled back and moved her topless body next to mine so that her naked boobs rubbed against my chest. I like it when women do that, though admittedly it hasn't happened too often since I came back from holiday.

Since there was now more room on the large waterbed, Uschi threw herself back onto it and spread her legs wide. "Komm, fick mich," she said. I'd heard enough sexually charged conversation from our German friends that evening to know what that meant. My jeans were already round my ankles so I pulled them off with my shoes, hooked my arms around her legs, and carefully aimed my cock at its goal. A moment later I was pumping her pussy for all I was worth, and she was coming out with a stream of German that she probably hadn't learned at Sunday school.

And then somehow other bodies started to move in on our action. I felt a pair of boobs and some straps and chains against my back, which I assumed was Mandy. A pair of male hands reached out to Uschi's boobs. I think they might have belonged to the guy in a linen shirt who'd been with the woman in PVC, or maybe it was one of the guys who'd been servicing Birgit, but I really can't be sure. It hardly matters. And it certainly didn't seem to matter to Uschi who reached out to wank his cock just as another naked guy knelt beside her face wanking his own.

I don't know if these guys were German, French or what they were. I have no idea if Uschi knew them. But one of them leaned over her face and, though he didn't actually spit on her, he let a long string of saliva drip across her forehead and then rubbed it around her face with his hand. As he did that, I felt her grind her pussy hard against my cock -- and I remembered that she'd asked Mandy to spit on her face while she was getting fucked only two nights earlier (that was in chapter 15). I must admit I found it a bit odd but, quite honestly, the situation Mandy and I were in might seem odd to a lot of people. 

The next thing I knew, Mandy who was behind me was pulling me back towards her. I found myself being turned round to face her. She knelt down, took hold of my cock and pulled the condom off it that I'd been using in Uschi. I felt her tongue run the length of my penis and her lips kissed the tip. Then a fresh condom was being rolled along it. "Come along darling," she said. "Birgit has a treat for you."

There seemed to be semi-naked bodies all around me. My place in Uschi's pussy had been taken by the partner of the blonde who'd sucked me earlier. She was now being fucked by Jens and was sucking another guy I'd never seen before (and I don't think she had either). Uschi was happily wanking a couple of cocks. The woman in the black PVC bustier had shed her thong and was on her back moaning with Dieter inside her and a red-headed woman licking her nipples. At the far side of the bed, Gunter and Christa's foursome swap had doubled and there were arms and legs -- not to mention cocks and cunts -- all over the place. And the oriental woman I'd seen earlier with two guys was now in an orgy with another guy and girl. As one group came close to another around the water bed, the orgies merged as those on the periphery started pleasuring each other. I have no idea how many people were involved. In any case, this was no longer about swapping partners or fucking friends, it was just sex for the sake of it with whoever happened to be near you.

And the one who happened to be near me was Birgit. Mandy made sure I found Birgit who was on the edge of our group and was within groping distance of the guys -- and girls -- around the oriental woman. Birgit looked as if she'd been busy. She was still on her back and had an awful lot of sticky stuff on her tits as a bald guy licked her pussy. She waved to me. "Come on Dan," she said. "Ich will dass du meinen Arsch fickst. Pull my plug out." 

Birgit pushed the bald guy away and turned over so that she was on her hands and knees with her bum just in front of me. The pink lips of her pussy gaped open where she'd been fucked and licked by I don't know how many guys, but the pink crystal of the anal plug sealed the route where no man had gone before (or at least not so far that evening). 

The bald guy seemed not especially disappointed that he'd been turned away from Birgit's pussy. He simply moved round to the other end and she started treating him to oral attention instead. 

I stroked Birgit's bum, as did Mandy, who was still paying close attention to my cock. She kept wanking it as I approached Birgit. I had to climb up on the waterbed to get my cock at a level with Birgit's backside. As I started to prise the plug from its socket Mandy knelt at my side, watching intently as the exquisitely shaped jeweled dildo came free of Birgit's little pink anus. So that's why they call it rosebud, I thought to myself as I admired the puckered flesh like petals around the dark centre. I laid the plug on the bed carefully.

Mandy seemed fascinated by Birgit's rear. "Go on Dan," she said. "Fill her up." 

I was just thinking what an amazing wife I had, and what an amazing situation this was when Mandy added, "Here, let me help." And without further ado she spat onto Birgit's puckered anus and pushed first one finger inside and then two. 

"Look it's easy," she said to me.

And it was easy. I needed no more encouragement. I rested the head of my cock where Mandy's fingers had been and pushed hard. I wondered if I'd been too rough but I don't think so. 

"Ja, fick meinen Arsch. Mehr, mehr. Weiter, weiter," Birgit shouted in a slightly more strained voice than usual. 

Obviously Mandy and I had had anal sex before but it had always been done with lots of preparation -- lots of lube and after pushing a little I would ask her if it hurt or not. But with Birgit, I simply fucked her ass as hard as I could. She certainly didn't complain. She just kept telling me loudly "fick" and "mehr" and "weiter". I was impressed at how rapidly my knowledge of German was expanding.

At some stage the blonde who had been giving me a blowjob earlier came and knelt down at the opposite side of me from Mandy. The two of them watched the anal fuck intently and kindly encouraged me by stroking my balls and fingering my bum. 

At the other end of Birgit the bald guy was leaving. I assume he'd come in her mouth. The hand that she'd used for wanking him was now used to wank herself. I was standing astride her and fucking downwards into her bum, but with her left arm she now reached under her body and rubbed her pussy. Actually I couldn't see that from where I was, but Mandy told me about it later, and of course it encouraged Mandy and the blonde to start paying attention to Birgit's pussy too. What with all the poking and stroking, according to Mandy, Birgit's pussy was soon squirting in orgasm. Mind you, I'm sure that what I was doing to her contributed too. 

Birgit's convulsed in pleasure and it made me convulse too. "Aah," I said, "I'm coming." 

I don't usually announce it like that but it's as well that I did. "I want it," Mandy said, pulling me out of Birgit's nether regions and pulling the somewhat stained condom off my cock. The blonde took hold of my cock and wanked it in Mandy's direction. 

"Put it just here," Mandy said, adding "please" as she knelt perfectly still with her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out. She pointed to her tongue as the blonde wanked me expertly and started poking my bum with Birgit's anal plug. It was not an unpleasant experience, but what really turned me on, as it always does, was when Mandy started to finger her own pussy. The blonde tugged my cock and then held it firmly as she felt it jerk in her hand and two jets of cum shot into Mandy's mouth. . 

"Looks like two's all I can manage," I said. 

Mandy swallowed. "Well, this morning you told me you didn't want any sex at all today. But since you said that you've decorated the faces of several young ladies with your cum. I just wanted to be sure I got my full share," she replied. 

I noticed a small stream of stray semen dripping from Mandy's chin. It was then that the blonde leaned over to her and, with my cock hovering over them both, she licked the cum from Mandy's chin and kissed her on the mouth. Then the two of them burst out laughing.

Birgit rolled over and, still clutching her pussy, sat up and kissed me and thanked me for fucking her up her "Arsch". "It was my pleasure," I said. After all, what was I supposed to say? Obviously I'd enjoyed it, and I was delighted that she'd enjoyed it too. Mandy said thanks that I'd spunked in her mouth, and the blonde even thanked me for letting her suck my dick earlier. I had the vague feeling that I should be thanking them, but I was more than pleased that they were thanking me. And that was one of the striking things for someone new to swinging like me -- in the orgies of Cap d'Agde it was clear that the women enjoyed the sex as much as the men did. 

Chatting to the blonde afterwards, it turned out that she and her partner were from Poland where she, Alina, had studied languages and had come to try out her French in swingers' clubs. While Alina had been wanking me into Mandy's mouth, Jarek had been busy shafting Uschi. 

I wiped my cock with an absorbent paper towel from a wall dispenser before zipping myself back into my jeans. I also fetched paper towels so my three partners could clean up too. Alina dabbed at spots of cum and sweat on her chest, Mandy dabbed at cum and sweat and saliva, but dabbing got Birgit nowhere. I fetched some more towels and we all wiped up the sundry body fluids she'd accumulated in all sorts of places though we didn't manage to get it out of her hair. "Never mind," she said in English. "I'll probably get more in my hair later."

"Later?" Mandy asked. "Haven't you finished now?"

"Hardly," was Birgit's surprised response. "That was just the beginning. It's only 1:30."

By now Dieter had shed his load on the woman in the PVC bustier. She and the red-head who had been licking her nipples had moved on to some other guys -- and a couple more women -- and were filling the waterbed with yet another orgy. The oriental woman and her friends had already left. Jarek had screwed Uschi to an orgasm and the state of her face (thanks to the attentions of several other guys) showed she was a fan of messy facials.

Most of the action of our group was petering out by now. Jens had orgasmed inside Alina and since then had been licking Christa's nipples. Now Gunter and Christa strolled back with him to where the rest of us were standing. "Time for a break," Gunter said, and then we all went back to the bar for more drinks.

Just as we were approaching the bar I saw a young blonde woman stride towards it with an older man in tow. As she walked, her blue flower-patterned dress flounced out from the waist. It was very short and the tops of her hold-up stockings were on view as she walked. She determinedly sat on a bar stool right in front of us. She let one leg dangle towards the floor and she put her other stiletto-heeled foot on a nearby stool. 

Basically, that put the young blonde's naked pussy on show to everyone. I looked straight at her as I got near, and she looked straight at me. I remember that her eyes seemed cold and without feeling. I was about to take a risk and go straight up to her and feel her pussy when she shifted her gaze from mine and looked at Mandy. The blonde grabbed Mandy's dog leash and pulled my wife towards her. Mandy didn't seem at all shocked and submissively squatted in front of her and started to lick her pussy. 
I guess the licking lasted about three minutes or so -- certainly not more than five. During that time, Mandy parted the blonde's pussy lips, licked the pink flesh liberally, and pumped her vagina vigorously with several fingers. While that was happening, the older guy who was standing beside the woman loosened his pants to free his hardening cock. The young woman took hold of his cock and wanked it as he stroked the stocking top on her nearest leg. Mandy kept pumping and licking, The young woman eventually had a noisy orgasm and ejaculated in Mandy's mouth, and at that moment the older guy came all over his young friend's stocking top.

And that was it. As Mandy stood up, the young woman said "Merci" to her and kissed her on the mouth. Then she left, cum running down her leg, with the older guy zipping up his pants as he followed her. Birgit, who was still holding a relatively dry paper towel used it to wipe the woman's juice from Mandy's chin. "You'll need to fix your lipstick, Schätzchen," she said. 

"I think we all do," said Uschi, and so she, Birgit, Mandy, Christa and Alina trooped off to the bathroom to fix their make-up. They took quite a long time but eventually returned with lipstick gleaming. However, I noticed that Uschi's face looked just as cum-streaked as it had before. 

"Sorry for the delay, guys," Uschi said. "I got delayed."

"What she means is that after she'd done her make-up she found a couple of guys in need of blowjobs," Alina announced.

Everyone laughed. "Well, the guys were quite nice-looking so it would have been a pity not to suck them off," Uschi said (at least, that's what Dieter explained to me that she'd said). 

Anyway, that was the end of the evening for Mandy and me. Our German friends were discussing where to go for more sex when we said we had to go home to sl**p. I think they thought we were a couple of wimps. Christa suggested going to a couples-only club for a mega-orgy, Uschi said she'd quite like a bukkake, and Birgit even recommended walking along the dunes and getting their guys -- and others -- to piss on them. I was glad we'd decided to leave as I wasn't sure that having a urine shower was quite Mandy's thing (though I did make a mental note to try it with her). I gave Gunter my mobile number and we agreed to get together later in the week. Then Mandy and I left, along with Alina and Jarek.

We invited our new Polish friends back to our apartment (it was on their way in any case) and we drank some Côte du Rhone that I'd found at our local nudist wine shop. As soon as we got back, Mandy stripped off her cheap high-heeled boots, her chains and her dog leash. "That's such a relief," she said as she sipped her wine naked. "That's the most uncomfortable outfit I've ever worn."

Alina and Jarek had come to Cap d'Agde by long-distance coach full of Polish tourists -- nearly 2000 kilometres with a stopover somewhere in Switzerland. Only two couples had come to the naturist resort and the rest had gone to other resorts along this stretch of coast.

Alina and Jarek had been there for a few days so they'd got used to the swinging, but they said they'd also like to see the sights. "Well, we are planning to drive to the medieval town of Carcassonne tomorrow," I said. "You are welcome to come along with us if you want -- if you don't mind my driving and Mandy's flashing."

"I'm not sure about your driving," Jarek said, "since I'm told you English drive on the other side of the road. But we'd like to go to Carcassonne, and I'll put up with your driving for the sake of seeing Mandy flashing. I guess she won't be showing more than she is at present," he said, smiling at Mandy's nakedness. 

"I hope you don't mind if I join in the flashing too," Alina put in. "Jarek likes to take photos of me showing my tits where I shouldn't."

"Great," said Mandy. "Tomorrow he can have two sets of tits for his photo collection."

We agreed to meet the next morning. After they'd left, Mandy and I crashed into bed to get as good a sl**p as we could before our Monday outing to Carcassonne. As I crawled under the sheet beside her I asked her about the evening we'd just had.

"Did you enjoy what we did?" I asked.

"You've asked me that several times since we've been here," she answered. "Yes, most of what we've done has been fun. If there's something I don't want to go along with, I'll let you know."

"What about Birgit's suggestion of having a group of guys piss on the women? Would you have gone along with that?" 

"Well I don't think I'd put getting drenched in urine at the top of my list of most desirable experiences," Mandy said. "Still, you never know. With a group of friends I'd probably have gone along with it. However, Dan, tonight it was out of the question because we need to get some sl**p because tomorrow we are going out for the day."

"So you won't mind if I piss on you tomorrow?" I continued.

"Dan, if you choose a suitable time and place I won't mind at all," Mandy answered. "Maybe getting pissed on will be just like the other day when I ate horse steak for the first time." 

"How?" I asked.

"Well, once I got over my initial reservation, it actually turned out to be quite palatable. Now please go to sl**p, darling."

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