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Holiday in Cap d'Agde

This is Dan. My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday in Cap d'Agde in the south of France in September. We stayed in the naturist section, called Port Ambonne, which has a reputation as a place where couples come to have fun after the family holiday season has finished. We had such a wild time that we just had to write down our holiday experiences so that you can enjoy them too. Here's the result.

The sun was hot as Mandy and I packed our luggage into the bright green Renault Clio at Montpellier airport. On the flight from the UK we'd sat opposite another couple, Jim and Linda, who were also going to Cap d'Agde and they'd picked up the keys to their rental car before us. We waved to them as they drove away.

"See you later," Jim shouted out of the car window. We'd arranged to meet for a drink together later that evening.

The drive to Cap d'Agde was easy, and we checked in at the entrance to the naturist area without too much delay. We'd come here to relax and have some fun, though neither of us had been here before so we weren't too sure what to expect. We're not swingers – at least we weren't before our holiday. And it was the first time we'd sunbathed nude. But Mandy loves going topless whenever we're on a beach, and back home when I suggested we get an all-over tan this year, she happily agreed.

I warned her that the nightlife might be a bit wild, since I'd read a few stories about it on the internet.

"Don't believe everything you read," she said. "It might be as tame as Margate. But, don't worry, if it turns out to be as wild as you say, I won't spoil the fun."

And so we ended up coming on a holiday that was to change our lives and lead us into sexual adventures we'd only fantasized about before.

We found our apartment easily as it wasn't far from the main car park. It was the hottest time of the day and there was no one around as we carried our luggage from the car and took the lift to the third floor apartment. The apartment was not big but it had everything we needed, and there was a large sunny balcony overlooking the resort.

We rapidly unpacked our things. As I was putting my shirts in a drawer, Mandy wandered out onto the balcony to look around. Then she amazed me. I happened to look up and saw her pull her t-shirt over her head, unclip her bra, pull down her shorts and step out of her thong.

"What are you doing?" I asked, shocked by her behaviour.

"Just getting in the mood," she said. "From now on I don't think I'll need much more than what I've got on – except for special occasions. Come and take a look."

I walked out onto the balcony and looked out across the wide pedestrian street below us and the grassy area beyond. There weren't all that many people around, but those that were out were all completely naked – except for one older woman wearing a brief t-shirt and nothing else. What else would you expect at a nudist resort? Yet it was still quite a surprise to see 30 or 40 people going about their business with no clothes on.

"Come on then," said Mandy. "You're the one who wanted a nudist holiday. Strip off and let's get some sun."

I pulled off my shirt as Mandy unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. In a moment I was naked too. Mandy put her arms round my neck and kissed me and I felt my cock start to swell against her body. Her naked skin against mine in the open air turned me on so much that I kissed her wildly, sticking my tongue deep into her mouth and holding her close to me as I stroked her back and cupped her bum cheeks in my hands.

The sun was hot and we were both sweating. The perspiration on our skin made our bodies slide against each other erotically. With her arms still round my neck, Mandy looked into my eyes then spoke softly. "Do whatever you want with me, right here," she said.

I slipped one hand between her legs, stroking her pussy. She was hot and juicy so I slipped a finger inside, then two. She took my cock in her hand, rubbing it backwards and forwards till it was rigid. I could hardly contain myself.

Then Mandy slowly dropped to her knees in front of me, letting her hands follow the contours of my chest and stomach and letting her fingernails lightly scratch my skin as she did so. She smiled up at me as she licked the end of my cock. Then she cupped my balls in one hand and gently massaged me between my legs with the other as she licked her way along my swollen shaft. Then she was wanking me again as she put the tip of my cock in her mouth and pushed slowly forwards so that more and more of it disappeared inside.

She pulled back then pushed forward again, then repeated the action several times – each time forcing her open mouth as far as possible along my cock. She was getting wilder and wilder, strings of saliva hanging from her chin as she pushed again and again as far as she could.

"Mandy, someone might see us," I said.

She pulled off my cock, smiled up at me, and said "Well I don't care if you don't." Then, with saliva and pre-cum dripping from her mouth, she spat on my cock and plunged her mouth deep onto it once again.

I was ready to explode. I pulled her to her feet and turned her to face the balcony wall. The wall was up to waist-height and she leaned forward, resting her arms on it. I pushed my cock roughly into her pussy from behind as she gazed over the balcony at the naked people walking below. Normally she likes a bit of foreplay to warm her up, but this time it was clear that she just wanted fucking. I pumped in and out as hard and as deep as I could.

"My god," she said. "That's fantastic. Fuck me harder."

I needed no encouragement, though I was dripping with sweat in the open sunshine. My cock pistoned into her again and again, and her body started to shake. She was still leaning on the edge of the balcony, looking over it, when she let out a loud moan as the orgasm rippled through her body.

A naked couple walking in the street below heard her and looked up. They waved.

"Glad to hear you're having a good time," the guy shouted in English. It was Jim and Linda on their way to the beach.

Mandy waved back to them, her tits swinging free and my cock still buried in her pussy. "I'm having a great time, thanks" she shouted.

"And so am I," I called to them just as my orgasm came and my cock started pumping Mandy's cunt full of cum. They laughed because it was obvious what we were doing.

"Save some for later," Linda shouted as they walked away. "See you tonight."

Mandy pulled free of my cock, turned round and squatted in front of me. She licked my cock clean of its glistening layer of spunk and pussy juice. As she squatted, my cum dripped from her cunt onto the balcony floor. She dipped the end of her finger into the pool of cum and licked it clean. Then her hand went to her pussy and a couple of fingers disappeared inside.

When she pulled them out she pushed them as far into her mouth as she could and then slowly withdrew them, licking them clean as she did. "I feel like a complete slut," she said, "and I'm really enjoying it."

Then we were standing, embracing again. "Hey look," Mandy said, "someone's watching."

We'd got so carried away with our fucking that neither of us had bothered to check whether anyone could see us. In fact, several balconies overlooked ours, just as ours overlooked some others below us. A couple on a balcony above ours and to the right were watching us.

"Une belle performance," the guy shouted in French, then realizing I didn't understand switched to English with a strong French accent. "Great show," he said. "Maybe we can show you round some of the night clubs in Cap d'Agde." He said his name was Pierre and his wife was Marie.

"Yes maybe," I said noncommitedly and started to go back inside.

"Don't mind my husband," said Mandy. "He's a bit shy sometimes. We'd love to go clubbing with you. We're busy tonight but maybe another evening."

"Wonderful," said Marie. "We'll give you a few French experiences you may not have come across in England."

Inside the apartment I asked Mandy, "What do you think you're doing? We've never met these people before."

"So what?" she asked. "You wanted us to have a sex-filled holiday. I'm just making sure you won't be disappointed."

It was 3:30 in the afternoon by the time we set off for the beach – me in my swimming shorts to hide my semi-erect cock and Mandy topless in just her tiny bikini thong. We walked through the resort looking at the suntanned holidaymakers sitting outside the bars and cafés sipping coffee. It all looked quite normal really, except that the tans were all-over and you could see every bit of bronzed skin. Just about all the women had their pussies shaved, though a few had left a narrow vertical strip of close-cropped hair. And several had piercings in navel, nipples or pussy.

Mandy soon pulled down her bikini thong, stepped out of it and carried it her hand. She'd had her bikini line waxed before we'd come on holiday but that still left a small inverted triangle of short public hairs.

"Looks like I'm a bit out of fashion in the pussy department," she said. "Seems as if a bit more trimming is in order. I wouldn't want to cover up more than necessary."

On our way to the beach we passed a couple of supermarkets, a newsagent and a few souvenir shops. But what really caught my eye was the number of shops selling erotic clothes – especially for women – and the number of clubs that advertised that they were for swingers – including quite a few that openly promised gangbangs.

"This is amazing," I said to Mandy. "I can hardly believe that this place is so open about sex. I must be dreaming."

"From the look of the nightlife on offer, we may not get enough sleep to do much dreaming," she said.

"You don't mind trying some of these places?" I asked my once-demure wife.

"Not at all," she said. "I guess you brought me here in the hope that we could try them together. I don't mind. I'm quite looking forward to some exhibitionism and public sex – especially if I can be in the middle of it."

This kind of talk by Mandy made my cock grow hard again. I kept my shorts on till we reached the beach, found a quiet spot away from other people, and spread out our towels. Then I quickly pulled them off and lay on my stomach to hide my erection. The beach at this part of Cap d'Agde is several kilometers long and quite wide so it wasn't crowded. The family holiday season was over, but there were sunbathing bodies here and there – all as naked as the day they were born and not at all ashamed of it. It was so normal that no one took any notice.

"Come on," said Mandy. "Let's go in the sea."

"But I've got a hard-on," I said.

"So what?" she answered. "I quite like the idea of showing everyone what a stud I've got for a husband. See if you can catch me."

Mandy raced to the sea, her 36C tits swinging free as she ran. I chased after her, my erect cock swinging too as I tried to catch up with her. I caught her just as she crashed into the waves and I grabbed her around the waist. We fell into the sea together and then splashed side by side out to sea for 20 metres or so. For the next 10 minutes we were splashing, kissing, swimming, groping each other, and then we splashed our way back to the beach feeling as horny as hell. I walked out of the water in front of her. She called to me and, as I turned to her she put her arms round my neck just as she had on the balcony earlier. Mandy's nipples had hardened and I felt them brush my chest as she rubbed her breasts against me.

"Fuck me again," she said. "Fuck me right here."

She didn't normally use the "f" word and now she'd used it twice in one breath.

"We can't do it here," I said. "People will see us."

"In that case," she said, "I'll suck you off."

I was facing out to sea, the water lapping round my thighs a couple of inches below my balls. Mandy slid her body down mine and knelt in the sea up to her neck. She put my cock in her mouth and then spat into the sea.

"Too much salt water," she said. "Wank on my face instead."

I'd never known my wife like this before. We'd only been here a few hours and she was already turning into the exhibitionist slut I'd always dreamed about.

"Cover my face in your cum," she said.

No one on the beach was near enough to take much notice of us, though one naked couple were splashing in the water not far away.

"Go on," Mandy said. "No one's looking. And if they are, you can show them what a slut your wife is. You want to, don't you? That's why you brought me here, isn't it? I know you fantasize about having sex in public. Well, use me as your public sex-toy and shoot your jizz on me."

My hand was on my cock, wanking it, rubbing it across her face. She opened her mouth and sucked my cock again, then spat out some more of the sea-water.

"You think you're the only one who looked up Cap d'Agde on the Internet, don't you?" she taunted me. "Well I did too," she said, "and my French is better than yours so I've read a lot more than you have. I know all the horny details – I've read all about the exhibitionism, the swingers' clubs, the gangbangs. And if you're game for it, so am I – all of it. I assure you, Dan, I've really been looking forward to this holiday."

I was wanking hard at this stage.

"I know that in the evenings the women dress in their most erotic outfits," she continued. "That's what you're hoping I'll do too, isn't it? I know you like the idea of showing me off in public. Well, don't worry Dan, you won't be disappointed. You can show me off as much as you like."

I was nearly at boiling point, oblivious to the fact that we were in a public place.

"You'd like to buy me some of those erotic clothes we saw in the shops as we came down to the beach, wouldn't you? Only you're not sure whether I'd wear them, are you? Well I promise you I will. You can buy me a dress with the highest hemline and the lowest neckline and made out of transparent material if you want. In fact, I'd like you to buy me a dress like that so I can wear it for you and everyone will see me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I nodded as I wanked.

"You want to take me out for the evening in an outfit that shows my tits and pussy to everyone, don't you? No problem. I won't let you down. In fact, it'll be fun to do that."

My cock was rigid as my hand worked the foreskin back and forth an inch from the mouth that was taunting me with erotic promises.

"You didn't see me pack my suitcase, did you? If you think I've brought jeans and t-shirts with me you're mistaken. You haven't seen the new clothes I bought specially for this holiday, have you?"

I shook my head to indicate no, as my hand moved faster and I felt like I was about to cum.

"I've got skirts that show my pussy, tops that show my boobs, and dresses that show everything," Mandy said. "And I'll wear them for you, and I don't care who sees. In fact, I want people to see me. While we're here I'm always going to be either naked or dressed like a slut, I promise you. And I'm looking forward to it."

I could feel the pangs of orgasm starting to well up within me.

"I'm looking forward to the clubs too," Mandy continued. "I'm looking forward to stripping off on a crowded dance floor. I'm looking forward to having you fuck me in front of other people. I'm looking forward to giving you a blowjob while people watch us, and then I'll chat with the people at the bar with your cum on my face. And as for the swinging and the rest, I've made up my mind I'm going to do anything you suggest sex-wise. I'll do everything you say – and more. I want us to have the maximum sexual excitement this holiday. So, before you tell me to do something, be sure you really want it, because I promise you I won't say no. So cum on me now and launch the wildest fucking fortnight of our lives. Shoot your spunk all over my face. I really want you to."

And I did. Even though it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours since I'd emptied my cock into her pussy, I still had enough cum in me to coat her cheeks and her forehead in the sticky white stuff. She licked the rest of it off my cock end. Then suddenly she submerged and a moment later came up again with most of it washed off.

"Wow," I said. "You really turn me on."

"And you turn me on too," said Mandy. "And so does this place. I think we're going to have a pretty hot time this holiday."

It was only then that I realized that the couple who'd been in the water near us had come nearer still. They'd obviously seen what we were doing yet they came and chatted to us as if wanking over your wife's face in public is a normal everyday occurrence. They were German. The guy was Gunter and his partner was Christa. He was about 40 though she was younger, and they came from Hamburg.

"You should try the stretch of beach over there," he told me, pointing to a densely crowded part about 500 yards away.

"It looks too crowded," I said. "We'd rather stay here."

"Please yourself," Gunter said, "but if you're looking for some real action, make sure you go to that part of the beach tomorrow."

"What he means," said Christa, "is that there'll be lots of public shagging going on. Gunter always likes to fuck me with people watching. See you again I hope."

"I hope so too," said Mandy as went back up the beach to lie in the sun.

After our wank in the surf, Mandy and I lay on the beach for a couple of hours or more, soaking up the sun and every so often rubbing sun tan oil all over each other. We both dozed off to sleep and it was already 6:30 when Mandy woke me to say we needed to buy some things from the supermarket. Over at the crowded section of the beach that Gunter had pointed out there seemed to be a lot of people standing in a circle as if they were looking at something, but we took no notice. We gathered up our things and, not bothering to put on my shorts, I followed my naked wife off the beach and through the streets of the resort, first to buy some steak, salad and wine for dinner, and then to our apartment.

I was getting more used to the nudity now, though at first it seemed a bit strange to walk round a supermarket with no clothes on. Still, the other shoppers were naked too – except for a pale-skinned blonde woman in a white nylon dress – completely see-through with nothing at all underneath – next to the meat counter.

"I see you're starting to appreciate the scenery," Mandy said, looking down at my cock which had started to stiffen again. With a shopping bag in each hand there wasn't much I could do about it.

We got back to the apartment, grilled our steak and ate it with the salad, washing it down with some local red wine. Then we took turns to shower and get ready to go out. I was soon ready but Mandy was in the shower for quite a long time. When she came out she disappeared straight into the bedroom with a large white towel wrapped demurely round her. I started to follow her but she stopped me.

"Let me get ready alone," she said. "I hope I've got something suitable to put on." I judged by the grin on her face that I was going to be in for a treat.

We were due to meet Jim and Linda at 10 o'clock and it was only 9, so there was no rush. I went out onto the balcony and looked around. The street lights were on, illuminating the street beneath us, the broad pathway beyond it and part of the grassy area beyond that. Unlike in the afternoon, there were now lots of people around. I felt my jaw drop as I saw a couple approaching down the road. The guy was in jeans, and he walked arm-in-arm with a long-haired blonde who seemed to be in her underwear – black bra, thong and hold-up stockings – with a filmy see-through sarong knotted round her waist. Behind them came another couple – this time the woman was in silver high-heeled shoes and a tight shimmery silver dress that reached no further than her pussy. Beyond her came a woman in a see-through dress, bra and thong, then another in even less.

I was starting to feel horny. "Hey Mandy," I shouted, "come and look at this."

"No, you come and look at this," was the reply. I turned round and there in the balcony doorway was Mandy. "I think I'm ready to go now," she said.

"My god," was all I could say. In one sense the dress was quite demure – pink and purple floral patterned – but that was where demureness ended. From her left shoulder the dress was cut diagonally so that it just barely covered her right breast and passed round her right side halfway to her waist. The hem of the dress was a couple of inches above her pussy, though it also had a pink fringe about four inches long. As soon as she moved towards me the fringe parted to reveal a tiny purple g-string. On the unlit balcony that was all I saw but when we went inside into the light I realized the dress was completely see-through. Her breasts were totally visible and her nipples added to the pattern. You could see the sides and back of her g-string through the transparent material. The front of the g-string was hidden by the fringe – but only so long as she stood perfectly still.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Not bad," I said "Not bad for a start."

"You men are never satisfied," she replied. "But never mind. If you don't like it I can always put a sweater on."

"You look fabulous," I said. She looked down at my cotton slacks. There was a bulge where my cock had gone rigid again.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go meet Jim and Linda." And she turned and led the way out of the apartment with the swinging fringe showing her bum cheeks as she walked.

We'd arranged to meet Jim and Linda at the Montrose bar. This was originally a small pub in a row of shops with a pavement in front. The pavement is kept clear so you can walk past the shops, but beyond it the pub now has a large marquee with several bars, an assortment of high stools, and a DJ. The roof is held up by tall poles that have circular tables built round them at chest height. All the bars and tables are built to be danced on – sometimes by professional entertainers, sometimes by the barmaids, but most often by the female customers. And – so we soon found out – dancing at the Montrose means stripping off in public.

We found the Montrose bar by following the noise and the parade of scantily-clad women heading there with their partners. At 10 o'clock the place was full, and the sight of so many erotically dressed women in one place was a new one for me.

One side of the huge tent was open. I didn't know where to look first. The Montrose attracts a lot of couples and there wasn't one woman in the place who wasn't a walking sex object. We edged past a bra-less woman in a pale blue see-through blouse. She was talking to a woman sitting on a high stool in a white PVC outfit that showed ample tit and was so short it didn't even reach under her bum. A young woman in a black net top and microscopic skirt was wearing Doc Martens boots. Another woman in a black see-through dress had only a small g-string under it, while yet another in a pink see-through dress had nothing else on at all.

There were net dresses, bead dresses, topless outfits, and a few bottomless ones as well. One blonde woman in her 40s wore a low-slung denim skirt of no more than eight inches with a glittery white thong showing above and below it. Apart from that and her shoes, she had nothing on but jewelry.

"Dan, Mandy, over here," someone shouted. I spotted Jim and Linda beckoning to us so we made our way towards them through the mass of near-naked bodies.

"Great to see you again," I said. "Wow, I like your outfit," I told Linda as I admired her breasts through her tight transparent crop-top. Her short skirt was split at the side almost to the waistband, and though she wore a black suspender belt and stockings it was obvious she had no knickers on.

We chatted for a while, both Jim and I taking in the sights of erotically-clad female flesh all round us. A woman in a red shiny minidress and white boots was dancing on a table near us. The sound system pounded out a song that was unintelligible but with a heavy beat that had everyone clapping as the dancer pulled the dress slowly higher and higher – over her bum, up her back, round her shoulders, and then over her head. Now she had only a flimsy white thong on, and moments later she had wriggled out of that too. She'd been facing the other way but as she gyrated round the tent-pole and turned in our direction I recognized her as Marie from the balcony above ours. Mandy and I both shouted and cheered above the general din. As Marie saw us she put her hand between her legs, rubbed it against her hairless pussy, and then put it to her lips and blew us a kiss before clambering naked off the table into the waiting arms of her partner.

"I really like this shaved pussy fashion," Jim said.

"So do I," I responded.

"Well it's a good job I've shaved mine then," both our wives said almost in unison, giggling loudly when they realized they'd both said the same thing.

"Look," said Linda, pulling her skirt aside at the split and showing us a beautiful shaved pussy with inviting pink lips. Then Mandy pulled her thong to one side to show that her lips were just as naked.

"Wow, that's why you took so long in the shower," I said.

"All for you darling," she said. "And for anyone else who cares to look." The two women started giggling again.

"Well they won't see much with that thong on," Jim told her.

Without flinching Mandy hooked her thumbs in the sides of her g-string and pulled it down to her ankles. She stepped out of it and handed it to Jim. "Well why don't you look after it for me," she said. He gladly accepted, sniffed the minuscule garment, and put it in his pocket.

We stayed at the Montrose bar for an hour or so, chatting about all sorts of things – though sex mostly – until Jim suggested we all go back to their place for a bottle of wine.

Their apartment was in a different building from ours, but it was about the same size. Our wives flopped side-by-side onto the two-seater sofa while Jim and I opened the wine and poured it. I sat in a small armchair and Jim pulled up a wooden dining chair, while in the background the radio played French rock music. Our conversation soon turned to the subject of sex again. I recounted what Gunter and Christa had told us about public shagging going on at the crowded part of the beach, and Jim and Linda said they'd heard the same.

"You'd like to do some public shagging, wouldn't you darling?" Linda said to her husband.

"Course I would," he replied.

"Then why don't we get some practice," she said, gulping down her glass of red wine. "I'm sure Mandy and I can give you guys some inspiration."

"You bet," said Mandy, leaning over to give Linda a lingering kiss on the mouth.

There was more giggling and then they started kissing again, their tongues probing deep into each others' mouths. Soon they were stroking each others' boobs. And it wasn't long before their fingers were stroking each others' pussies too.

"I need some cock," Linda said as she leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs wide, dr****g her stockinged right leg over Mandy's left one and giving Jim and me a full view of her glistening pussy. Mandy followed suit, opening her legs too and – amid the fringes of her dress – rubbing her clit and pulling her pussy lips apart.

"Come along boys," said Mandy. "We could both do with something long and hard inside us."

Jim and I didn't need any more encouragement. We were soon naked and while I started licking out my wife's pussy on the sofa, Jim positioned Linda on the floor on all fours and without a hint of foreplay pushed his cock into her from behind. As I licked Mandy's pussy up and down and side to side, I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and flicked it against her sensitive cunt walls. Her juices were leaking out and running down the crack of her bum till they stained the sofa. She rubbed her breasts and plucked at her nipples through the transparent material of her dress. Behind me Linda was moaning with pleasure as Jim's cock slid in and out of her.

I turned Mandy round so she was kneeling on the sofa and leaning on the back of it. As she pulled off her dress and threw it aside, I plunged my cock deep into her dripping cunt.

She gasped as it went in the first time, then gasped some more as it went in again and again. "Oh yes, fuck me please," she shouted out loud.

"Do you want the neighbours to hear?" I asked.

"I don't care who hears me," she said in return and yelled out "Fuck me" again at the top of her voice.

"And fuck me too," Linda yelled too. What a randy pair of sluts they were.

Linda joined us on the sofa, kneeling side-by-side with Mandy as Jim fucked her hard. Between their gasps and moans the two girls kissed each other again as Jim and I pushed our rigid cocks deep inside them.

"I think I'd like to try something at both ends," said Linda. "Come on Dan. Give me something to suck."

"Wow," said Mandy. "That sounds horny. Go on Dan. I don't mind so long as I can have the same treatment." And that's how our swinging started.

I pulled my swollen cock out of Mandy's pussy which gaped open as some more of her juice dripped onto the sofa. I went round the back of the sofa and presented my cock, glistening with Mandy's pussy juice, in front of Linda's face.

Steadying herself with her left arm round my naked wife, Linda stroked my balls with her right hand, then stretched between my legs and pulled me up close so she could get the end of my cock into her mouth. She licked the sticky juices from it, pausing only to comment "Mmm, not bad. I think I'll have some more of your juice later, Mandy."

"So long as I can taste yours too," Mandy responded, but Linda didn't answer because she already had my cock halfway down her throat.

Linda could really swallow cock. I pushed it into her mouth and she just kept taking it. I must have looked shocked but Jim soon reassured me.

"You look surprised," he said. "I guess it's the first time a woman did that to you."

"Yes," I said as the tip of my cock stroked Linda's tonsils.

"Well Linda's always been able to take a full length down her throat without gagging. In fact, she likes a good long mouthful."

By this time the entire length of my cock had disappeared into Linda's mouth. She kept pushing onto it till her lips reached my stomach and balls. Then she pulled back, only to push forwards onto it again, then again and again. "Hey, that's great. You'll have to teach me how to do that," Mandy said.

While I was getting a deep-throat blow-job, Jim was still shafting Linda from behind. Mandy made herself useful by undoing the one button that held Linda's skirt in place. The garment slipped to the floor, leaving Linda in see-through crop-top, stockings and suspenders. My naked wife rubbed her tits along Linda's back, and then against Jim's chest. Next, Mandy focused on the centre of the action – Jim's cock and Linda's cunt. Linda was bending over so Mandy started to lick the base of her back, then even the crack of her bum. Next she was kissing the lower part of Jim's stomach, working her way to just above his cock as it fucked away at Linda.

Jim pulled back a little to give Mandy more room and his cock sprang out of Linda's cunt. Mandy took her chance, grabbing it, putting it in her mouth, and wanking it and sucking it at the same time. Then she guided it back into Linda's waiting cunt again. Mandy did this four or five times and Jim was really enjoying it as his cock alternated between fucking one woman and being sucked by another.

When she'd sucked Jim's cock for the sixth time in succession, Mandy decided he'd had enough fucking for the time being. Instead of pushing Jim's cock back into Linda's cunt, Mandy set about the cunt with her tongue instead. Jim got sidelined as Mandy clamped her mouth over Linda's pussy, stuck her tongue in as deep as she could, and started to lick every bit of cunt within range. Linda withdrew from my cock and told us all how fantastic it was to have a woman in her cunt for a change.

The next thing I knew Mandy and Linda were in a 69 position on the sofa. Mandy was underneath and Linda on top as they lay mouth to pussy, licking each other to a frenzy till first Mandy then Linda moaned and cried out as their orgasms made their bodies tremble.

It was a real horny sight, and both Jim and I started to wank when we saw it. We didn't wank for long though; we just had to join in. As Linda came up for breath, I pushed my cock into Mandy's pussy. Linda obliged by letting me fuck Mandy's cunt for a while, then she pulled me out and sucked me, then in I went again for another fuck. At the other end of this lesbian duo, Jim was alternately fucking Linda and getting sucked by Mandy.

The sensation of fucking and getting sucked was incredible and both Jim and I were soon near boiling point. I came first. I gasped as my cock jerked in orgasm for the third time since we'd arrived in Cap d'Agde. I pumped my cum into Mandy, and as the pulsations subsided Linda pulled my cock out and sucked it clean right to the hilt then buried her head between Mandy's thighs and licked her clean too.

Opposite me, Jim came too, shooting his load into Linda's cunt. As he withdrew, Mandy licked the cum from his cock and then lay still as the white sticky fluid leaked out of Linda's pussy and dripped into her waiting mouth. By the time all this was over, both Mandy and Linda had faces smeared in cum.

We were all ready for a drink so Jim poured out some more wine and we swilled it down. "It washes the cum down a treat," Linda said, smiling.

"I think I'll have a cum cocktail," said Mandy as she sc****d cum off her cheek into her glass so that it mingled with the wine. She swirled the mixture round a couple of times and then downed the drink in one. "Mmm," she said. "Delicious, nourishing and ..."

"Downright disgusting, I should think," said Jim.

"Well that too," answered Mandy, "but that's why you guys like to watch me do it, isn't it?"

"Not bad for the first day of our holiday," Jim said to Linda.

"Not bad at all," she replied. "We certainly started with a bang."

"Well tomorrow we'll meet on the beach and see whether all this talk of public sex is really true," I said.

"Yippee," Mandy answered. "I can hardly wait to see what tomorrow will bring. A lot more bangs, I hope."

And with that, Mandy and I said goodnight to Jim and Linda and went back to our apartment. As we got into bed I said, "You know, I can hardly believe what we've done today. We started with sex in the open, then I wanked over you in public, and then we fucked with a couple we only met 12 hours before."

"Yes, it was fun, wasn't it?" Mandy answered.

"And Jim still has your thong in his trouser pocket," I said.

"Never mind," she replied, "Now I've got used to it, I quite enjoy having my pussy on show. I've got no intention of covering it up again for a while."

After our wild night with Jim and Linda, we slept late and had a leisurely breakfast. Mandy said she enjoyed going out completely naked with her pussy shaved to buy the croissants from the bakery. "I met another English woman buying bread," she told me. "She said her name was Jill, from somewhere near Manchester. She's about our age. She and her partner arrived a week ago. She looks really brown – all over. I hope I can get a tan like hers."

"Was she shaved?" I asked.

"All you men ever think about is pussy," Mandy said. "Yes she was shaved completely – just like me," she answered, gently rubbing the smooth skin where her public hair had been. "And if you're interested, she had a blue and red butterfly tattooed above her pussy."

"Well I suppose it makes her easy to recognize in an orgy," I said.

Mandy laughed. "Maybe you'll find out later," she said. "We're meeting her and her partner for a drink this evening. Tell her you're a lepidopterist, and see what happens."

"What's one of those?" I asked.

"A butterfly fancier, of course," she said. "I'm sure she'll let you give it a close inspection."

We ate our croissant with raspberry jam, drinking strong coffee to wake us up and mineral water to cool us down. Normally I'm the one who talks about sex, but Mandy obviously couldn't stop thinking about our sexual adventures of the day before – and the adventures that were still to come. "You know, I really enjoyed what we did yesterday," she said.

"What did you like best?" I asked.

"I think it was that I could behave like a slut and not feel guilty about it," she answered. "I enjoyed being able to sunbathe completely naked, of course. But it was great to have sex on the balcony – and it was a real turn-on to know that someone had watched us. It was great when you wanked on my face while there were people around – and some people watched us do that too. It was great to go out in a dress that showed my boobs and my bum, and then to take off my thong and show my pussy in a crowded bar. It was great to be in such an erotic environment. And it was really great to do the lesbian show with Linda for you and Jim. And it was absolutely fantastic to do that fucking and sucking with them – and it all seemed so natural."

"Well I thought it was fantastic too," I said. "And we still have another 13 days to go."

As Mandy ate a croissant I watched crumbs of flaky pastry drop onto her breasts. She saw me watching and deliberately let a blob of raspberry jam drop onto her left nipple. I moved round to her side of the table and slowly licked off the crumbs and the jam. As I finished another blob of jam somehow found its way onto my hardening penis.

"Oh I'm so sorry," Mandy said. "Let me clean it up for you." And she started licking round the end of my cock and then all the way along it, cupping my balls in her left hand and caressing my buttocks with her right.

"That's amazing," I said. "I've never known you as horny as this before."

She slowly masturbated my cock and licked her lips. "It's this place," she said. "The open attitude to nudity and sex just feels so right. And everything I see and do here makes me want more."

"What about trying the nightclubs?" I asked.

"Why not," she replied. "Now we've come here we can't miss out on the swinging. I think it would be fun to fuck in public with other people doing the same round us."

"I love hearing you talk like this," I said. "Before we came I really did wonder if you might not like the atmosphere here."

"Well I didn't want to seem too enthusiastic in case you thought I was a complete slut," she answered. "But here I just love doing all those things that back home would get me called a slut but here are accepted as just natural because everyone's doing them."

"There's a club not far from here that looks pretty hot. I'd like to try that some time," I said.

"Yes, I passed it on the way to the bakery," she told me. There's a sign on the door that says 'Ce soir gangbang' – Gangbang tonight, single men 40 euros, couples free. I thought you might think that sounded good. We should certainly have a look inside some time," Mandy said with a fresh smile on her face that looked very innocent considering what we were talking about.

"Would you try it? A gangbang, I mean," I asked.

"If you don't mind me being gangbanged I might like to try it," was her answer. My cock became rigid at the thought of it. "But obviously a lot depends on what the men are like," she warned.

"You'd really do it?" I asked.

"I said I might try – but only so long as you don't mind, so long as you stay with me while it happens, and so long as they all use condoms when they fuck me. Now, have you finished breakfast? More tea, another croissant, or would you like some crumpet?"

"I'd like to have you right now," I said.

"OK," she answered. "You have half an hour to do whatever you want with me. Then I'm going to the beach."

"Whatever I want?" I asked. "Really anything?"

"Yes," she said. "Absolutely anything. My body's your fuck-toy – but you're running out of time. Come on, take me now."

We were both already naked so I grabbed my wife and kissed her neck. I licked up to her ear as my arms encircled her and my hands stroked her back and massaged the cheeks of her bum. I kissed her on the mouth, my tongue caressing hers as our saliva mingled. She kissed back, sucking on my tongue as if she would draw it deep inside her. And then her tongue was inside my mouth and I was sucking it further in as saliva dribbled down our chins. She had one hand on my buttock as the other took hold of my growing cock and gently stroked it back and forth.

Mandy kissed my cheek then licked my ear. "Anything you want to do to me," she whispered into it. "But you only have 25 minutes."

I worked my way from her mouth to her breasts, licking her and leaving streaks of saliva on her soft smooth skin. I sucked on her nipples one after the other. My lips tugged at each nipple gently but firmly – first the left, then the right, then the left again.

She gasped, leaning her head back. "Anything," she said again. I deliberately let my teeth graze her erect nipples, letting her feel the threat of pain without actually hurting her. She let out a high-pitched "Oh" as I moved my jaw side to side, gently rolling her nipples between my teeth. Then I moved down to her navel and caressed it with the tip of my tongue as I massaged her pussy with my hand.

Mandy leaned back on the table as I set about her shaven pussy, forcing my tongue as deep into her as it would go, licking constantly and moving my face from side to side to maximize the sensations inside her fuck tunnel.

"Oh yes," she said, "That's fantastic." I think she meant it – her pussy was hot and dripping, and my face and neck were drenched with her juice. I licked even harder, and as I pushed my mouth hard against her pussy she gasped again loudly and I felt her body shudder with pleasure. She seemed to recover before the orgasm overcame her. "20 minutes more," she said.

I turned her round so she faced the table. "Bend over and show me your ass and pussy," I told her.

Steadying herself on the edge of the table, she bent right over with her legs wide apart. Then, reaching behind herself, she grasped her buttocks with both hands and pulled the cheeks apart. What an incredible sight to see just after breakfast! The pink slit of her cunt gaped invitingly before me, and her tight anus quivered as the sphincter muscles resisted the pressure from her hands to pull it open. Squatting behind her, I pulled her pussy lips open with my thumbs and pushed my tongue inside, flicking it against the walls of her cunt and licking the soft flesh as her juices ran down my chest and dripped onto the floor. Her anus looked so vulnerable that I couldn't resist touching it with the tip of my tongue. It tightened as I did so but Mandy pulled her butt cheeks apart even more strongly so that the tiny hole widened. This time I carefully aimed my tongue so that the tip went inside the hole, which then closed voluntarily, squeezing my tongue out again as it did so.

I licked her anus hard, then spat on it. As I stood up I massaged her anus with the spit and then inserted the end of my index finger into the tight hole. She gasped again and clutched the table as my rigid cock slid into her cunt and my finger forced its way into her anus.

"Oh my god," she said. "Give me more." And then she added, "but I'm off to the beach in a quarter of an hour."

My cock slid in and out, and so did my finger. I set up a rhythm: as the cock pushed in the finger pulled out, and as the cock pulled out the finger pushed in again – as far as it would go. Mandy's pussy was dripping with juice but her anus needed some more lubrication. I pulled out my finger, spat into the hole before it closed, and then slowly pushed the tips of two fingers inside. Then I continued the push-pull rhythm – never pulling right out, of course, but each time pushing in as far as cock and fingers would go. And all the while Mandy's anus and pussy were pushing against me as if neither of them could get enough.

I decided it was time my cock got a bit of anal exercise. I pulled my fingers out of Mandy's bum and shifted my cock to her inviting but ever-tightening anus. I pushed hard against it but the muscle was too tight for comfort.

"Looks like you'll need a better lubricant than spit," Mandy said to me as my cock tried to force an entry. "Don't worry, we can have an anal fuck another time when you've got something to grease my bum with."

I was astonished to hear her talking like that. Mandy and I had tried anal sex a couple of times before but she'd always said she didn't like it.

"I know what you're thinking," she said. "But this holiday I feel so horny I want to have as many sexual experiences as I can."

"You really mean that?" I asked.

"Of course I do," she said. "I told you before we came here that if Cap d'Agde turned out to be as wild as you said it was, I wouldn't spoil the fun. Well it's turned out to be pretty wild so far, and if it carries on like this I promise I'll be as horny and uninhibited as you want me to be – and even hornier. But for this fuck session you've only got 10 minutes left."

"Let's go outside," I said, leading Mandy onto the balcony and motioning her to sit on the sun lounger. "Now give me a blowjob," I said, "and make it slutty."

"As you wish," was her reply, and she straight away gripped my buttocks in her hands and pulled me towards her, opening her mouth wide so that my cock went straight inside. Her tongue licked my cock, her lips caressed it, and her mouth sucked it deeper inside. She was obviously trying to repeat Linda's deep-throat performance from the night before. I started a fucking motion, using her mouth as I would her pussy, and each time trying to push in a little further. Each time I pulled out of her mouth, slimy strings of saliva hung from my cock. Then I pushed it in again as far as I could without making her choke.

Mandy couldn't accommodate the full length of a cock in her mouth like Linda could, but she really tried. She let me use her mouth as a fuck-hole and didn't try to stop me. It was fantastic to use her like that, but I didn't want to make her vomit (a couple of times she came near to it) so I limited my thrusts to what she could reasonably take.

"My god, you're incredible," I said.

"I aim to please," she said. "Sorry I can't get all your cock down my throat, but I'll keep practicing. I'll do it before the end of the holiday. It's one of the goals I've set myself for our time in Cap d'Agde."

"One of your goals," I asked. "What are the others?"

"You'll find out all in good time," she replied, "but you can sure they're all erotic – and a little bit extreme. Now, for the last five minutes before I go to the beach, why don't you just fuck me as hard as you can."

I soon had Mandy on her back on the sun lounger as I licked out her pussy. Then, raising her bum in the air I pushed her legs parallel to her body so she was in the shape of a U on its side. Then I went for her. I pinned her ankles to her shoulders as I roughly stuffed my cock into her pussy. She squealed a little as I did so, but her cunt was hotter and juicier than ever. I supported myself on my arms as I pinned her down, fucking her aggressively, not trying to hurt her but not caring if I did. She reached up to me, digging her fingernails into my shoulders and dragging them harshly down my chest, even drawing blood in a couple of places. I shifted my balance, letting go her ankles and grabbing her wrists. I held her hands tightly above her head as I fucked her almost angrily. My face was just a few inches from hers and a bead of sweat dripped from the end of my nose onto her cheek.

"Can't you be rougher than that?" I heard her say.

I let go her wrists and, supporting myself on my left arm, I slapped her across the face with my right hand.

"Yes," she said. "Treat me rough."

Her hands grabbed at my sides and I felt her fingernails digging in without restraint. "That hurts," I told her.

"Then you'd better use force to stop me," she replied making me wince as she dug in further.

"You bitch," I said. I pulled myself off her and forced her hands away. There was blood on her fingernails. This time I slapped her face hard – first one way then the other. She was clearly shocked but then her eyes met mine and she smiled.

"That's more like it," she said. Then as I smiled back she dug her nails into my chest again.

"OK, now you've asked for it," I said. I got off her completely and dragged her to her feet, turning her around roughly and forcing her right arm up her back.

"Ouch," she said. I took no notice and forced the other arm up her back too. "Bend forward and spread your legs," I ordered her.

She shuffled her feet apart as I forced the upper part of her body forward, all the time holding her arms tightly. By bending her arms at the elbows and pushing her wrists up to her shoulders I found I could hold both arms in place with my right hand. With my left I helped my cock find its way into her hot juicy pussy and, as soon as I was fucking her as deep as I could, I grabbed a handful of her silky dark hair and pulled her head back. She let out a cry, though I wasn't sure if it was due to pain or pleasure (she told me later that it was a mixture of both). And there I fucked her – standing legs apart, with her body forced forward and her head forced back – for a lot longer than her precious five minutes.

And when I was ready to cum I released her, turned her round, sat her on the sun lounger, and jammed my cock into her mouth once more. I held the back of her head, pulling it on and off my rigid cock till the sperm started shooting down her throat. After all the excitement the day before, I surprised myself at how much I gave her to swallow. Then before I was done, I made sure she got a good coating on her face by wiping my cock all over it. Finally I cleaned the remaining spunk and saliva from my cock by wiping it in her hair.

As I calmed down after the orgasm I looked my cum-streaked wife in the eyes. On her cheeks the cum had mingled with tears.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. "I'm sorry, honestly. It's just that you hurt me and I got carried away."

"Of course you hurt me," she said, rubbing her wrists. "You treated me so rough that it made my eyes water. But don't worry. I wanted it rough. I told you I wanted some new experiences this holiday. I wanted to know what it would be like with a bit of v******e thrown in."

"And how was it?" I asked.

"Worth doing," she said. "Though I wouldn't want it like that all the time. Thanks for being rough with me though."

"But you didn't cum," I said.

"No," she replied, wiping some white goo from her eye and licking it off her fingers, "but the day's still young. I'm sure there'll be plenty more fun in store later."

The day was not as young as Mandy said it was. We'd got up late, had a relaxed breakfast, and our half-hour fuck had lasted for more than an hour. It was already past mid-day.

"Time to go the beach," Mandy said. "Come along."

"But you've got cum all over your face," I said.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot," was her reply. "I don't mind showing everyone that I'm your fuck-toy but I don't want dried cum to spoil my chance of a suntan, do I?"

Although we had both showered before breakfast, our morning fuck had left us drenched in sweat -- and Mandy drenched in cum too. So we quickly showered again before setting off for the beach carrying our towels and a bag with a few essentials but otherwise totally naked. The sun was high in the sky and at its hottest so we stopped off at a bar for a couple of beers. They had some kind of cheese pasty too so I had one of those, and then another beer. Mandy sipped her mineral water.

"Hey don't you go drinking too much alcohol," she said. "I'll need some more hard cock inside me again later."

Mandy sat on her towel in a rattan bucket chair, her legs as far apart as the sides of the chair would allow. I sat facing her, looking at the pretty pink slit that gaped invitingly in front of me. The bar was quite busy and, apart from one woman with a transparent sarong round her waist, no one had any clothes on at all.

"Do you like showing your pussy to all these people?" I asked.

"Of course I do," Mandy replied. "It really turns me on to know that they can see all of me -- and I can see all of them."

The other side of the pedestrian street was a club that advertised itself as a "discothèque libertine" (a swingers' disco).

"Now that might be interesting," I said.

"Well the only way to find out is to try it," Mandy answered. Next door to the club was an erotic clothes shop with some bands of thin stretchy material in the window that were advertised as skirts but looked no bigger than boob-tubes, and some that were advertised as boob-tubes and looked no bigger than belts.

Mandy got up. "You stay here and finish your drink," she said. "I'm going to try some of those on."

Mandy disappeared into the clothes shop and I sipped my beer. A woman sitting on a high stool at the bar caught my eye. She was blonde like the tall guy with her, and they were speaking Swedish or something like that. Her nipples both had tiny silver rings through them, and her belly button decoration was a pink reflective stone with a couple of tiny chains, each about an inch long, hanging down. For a moment our eyes met so I smiled and turned away, not wanting to seem too much of a voyeur.

The woman at the bar had been sitting cross-legged but as I watched out of the corner of my eye she let one leg dangle to the floor. I looked towards her again as she lifted the other foot onto the edge of her seat and clasped her knee with her arms, all the time chatting to her partner. That movement all but hid her breasts from my sight, but it also served to reveal her shaved pussy with a silver ring in her clitoris and three others in each of her pink pussy flaps. It was difficult to ignore such a sight -- too difficult for me at any rate.

Then I realized she was looking at me again. She smiled so I smiled back. "Since your friend has left you, why don't you come and join us?" she asked in English.

So I did. Her name was Karen, her partner was Jon, and he was just as welcoming as she was. They were from Stockholm and had arrived the day before like we had. Just like us they'd been to the Melrose bar in the evening and, so I gathered from their conversation, they had ended up fucking with another couple just like we had done.

"I like your piercings," I said to Karen.

"Yes I saw you looking at them," she said. "My nipples and belly have been pierced for some time, but these are new," she said, spreading her legs to show me the rings in her pussy. "I had them done specially for this holiday. I decided that if I was going to be showing my pussy all the time I might as well pimp it up a bit."

She pulled her pussy lips slightly apart. "Looks good, doesn't it?" She took my hand and rubbed my fingers up and down her pussy. "And it feels really good when a guy does that," she added.

"Feels good and looks good," I said. Then turning to Jon, I asked "Doesn't it scratch?"

"You mean when we fuck," he said. "No not really. You feel it scr****g along your penis, but I find it quite erotic."

"Really?" I said.

I must have sounded doubtful. "You'll have to try it," he told me. "Maybe we can all get together one evening if your friend doesn't mind."

"Actually I'm his wife, and what might I mind?" It was Mandy with her bag of purchases. I introduced Karen and Jon and told Mandy we were thinking of getting together one evening.

Mandy didn't have to think about her answer. "You bet," she said.

We exchanged mobile phone numbers with Karen and Jon, and Mandy and I set off for the beach. We lay for a while on a fairly deserted stretch of sand. After the beers in the bar, I dozed off to sleep. I woke up to the feeling of Mandy's hands rubbing suntan lotion in the crack of my bum.

"What are you doing?" I asked her as I came round.

"Well I finished your back and your legs and you didn't even notice," she said. "So then I started on your bum and I just got carried away. Look." She slipped her middle finger into my anus. "I decided to lubricate your anus and see how long I could finger-fuck it without you waking up. It didn't take long."

"How could you think of doing such a thing?" I asked.

"Because while I'm here I'm not your respectable wife who works in a bank and thinks respectable thoughts; I'm your slut and I think slutty thoughts. Aren't you enjoying it?" she asked as she pushed her finger in and out of my bum.

"Actually I am," I said, "but I don't think there's much chance of me getting sunburned in there."

Mandy pulled her finger out of my anus and lay on her back beside me. "Now you can rub the lotion on me," she said. I squeezed the lotion out of the bottle and rubbed it all over Mandy's body -- front and back, top and bottom, tits and bum, and of course pussy and anus too. I frigged her pussy for a while as we lay there, and she held my cock in her hand for a while, and then I guess then we must both have drifted off to sleep.

When we awoke later I realized it was 5 o'clock. "Let's go and look at the crowded area," I said. "We'll see if it's as wild as that German couple said it is.

We picked up our belongings and strolled along the beach till we reached this one small section with several hundred people crowded onto it, lying very close together in couples or groups with a sprinkling of single men and women among them. Behind them, on the edge of the sand dunes that bordered that part of the beach there were maybe 80 or a hundred guys just sitting watching.

As we approached I saw a hand waving from somewhere in the middle of the mass of couples. "Look, it's Gunter and Christa who we met yesterday," I said to Mandy. "Shall we go and join them?"

"Sure," was her reply. "Judging by what's going on here, it should be fun," she said, nodding towards a couple to our right.

I followed Mandy's gaze and saw that the guy had four fingers buried in his partner's cunt and she had a glazed expression on her face. Neither of them seemed to care that there were people all around them. "Look there," Mandy said and I followed her gaze to a guy whose partner was leaning across him and had his erect cock in her mouth.

"You've got here just as it's starting to warm up," Gunter said when we'd picked our way through the closely packed bodies to where he and Christa lay on their towels.

"There's not much room here," I said.

"That's the idea," Christa replied. "The more the merrier, I think you say in English. Sit down next to us."

She and Gunter shuffled slightly to one side, making room for at least one towel between them and the next pair of naked bodies. We all squeezed onto three towels, which meant there was plenty of physical contact.

"The police go home at about 5:30," Gunter said. "So around this time people start to get a little frisky".

"Police?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, gesturing towards a portacabin on a concrete base at the edge of the dunes that lie beyond this part of the beach. "They're here for security, of course, and they also try to stop any really extreme sexual activity. Don't want the place to get a bad name, you know. They're very strict in July and August when there are families with c***dren on the beach, but at this time of year when there are only adults here they're not too worried about the occasional blow-job so long as things don't get too out of hand. Anyway, at this time of day they go off duty so you'll soon see some action."

As Gunter spoke I noticed that the woman lying about six inches from my right side was having her pussy stroked by the guy on the other side of her. I assume they must have been friends.

I leaned from Gunter that the Germans call this stretch of beach the "Schweinchenstrand" -- the little piggies' beach -- and he assured me that it's well-known among swingers all over Europe.

"The exhibitionists like it because they can do their thing in front of everyone else, and the voyeurs like it because nobody minds if they watch. So everybody's happy," Gunter said.

"I suppose those are the voyeurs," I said, pointing at the men sitting at the edge of the dunes sunning themselves but obviously also keeping a sharp eye on what the massed group of exhibitionists were doing.

"Yes they are," Gunter said. "But not just them. Some of the couples lying here have come to look as well as to show off. Women are voyeurs too," you know.

The woman on my right was making slight moaning noises as the guy shoved two fingers repeatedly into her cunt. She had her eyes closed as her right hand reached between his legs to take hold of his cock and her left hand strayed onto my right leg, clutching me each time the guy's fingers went into her. Gunter smiled as he saw what was happening. Mandy and Christa were busy chatting about the size of a guy's cock somewhere to their left.

The woman to my right moved her hand and soon found my balls. Still lying on her back with her eyes closed, and still holding her partner's cock in her right hand, she first caressed my balls and then took my ever-growing member in her left. The guy who was finger-fucking her was lying on his side facing me. He smiled across and so I nodded and smiled back, shuffling closer so his woman could get a better hold.

It was then that Gunter leaned across me so that he could stroke the inside of the woman's leg with his left hand. I just lay there having my semi-erect cock slowly wanked as Gunter worked his way up to the woman's pussy and gently massaged her clitoris with two fingers as the other guy slipped two fingers in and out of her.

The woman's partner licked her neck, then moved on to her right nipple, licking it and sucking it as all the time he fucked her with his fingers. Not wanting her left nipple to feel left out I rolled onto my side so that I could give it the same treatment that her right one was getting. Gunter increased the pressure on her clitoris as he massaged it, and I heard her breathing quicken. The moaning had already grown louder and now it turned into loud gasps. I sucked her nipple harder and grazed it gently with my teeth as I had done with Mandy's earlier in the day.

Gunter shifted his position and knelt between her legs, rubbing her clitoris with his right hand while, with his left, he had joined in the finger-fucking. She was getting a double dose now -- as her partner pulled out, Gunter pushed in, and as Gunter pulled out her partner pushed in. It wasn't long before the two sets of double fingers were pushing together.

"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh," the noise grew louder and more urgent as she started to tremble.