I stretched out on my towel, legs wide apart, arms outstretched, allowing the sun to dry me, enjoying the slight tightening of my skin as it evaporated.

'It', was spunk.  I was naked apart from a floppy sun hat, sunglasses and my wedding ring.  As much as I enjoyed the erotic, tingly sensation, I would soon need to seek shade, the sun was too hot.

This was not the first time that I had experienced spunk being sun-dried on my body, on previous occasions the spunk had been my husband's, this time there was perhaps ten times as much, from perhaps ten donors.

We had become sun worshippers, topping up our tans at every opportunity.  We had enjoyed many Mediterranean holidays with me joining practically every other woman in going topless.  The sun on my tits made me horny.  But I hated the white marks left by having to keep other bits covered.  My husband liked the white bits though, joking that it helped him find it in the dark.  In fact his lovely cock was a cunt-seeking missile, it never had trouble finding it.

When we moved to our new house, (Well, the house is far from new, but it's new to us.) it's secluded location allowed us to go commando in our own garden, giving a turbo boost to our already excellent sex life.  Fucking al-fresco adds another level.  The first time I had experienced spunk drying on me was soon after we moved.  My employer had gone broke, I was redundant and we decided that I would become a full time housewife.  It was early summer and we were experiencing a mini heatwave.  Hubby was at work.  I dragged a sun lounger onto the patio, lathered my naked body with sun oil and masturbated before setting out to get that elusive all over tan.

Just being naked outdoors turned me on, I had another wank, turned over onto my belly and fell asleep.  The sound of my husband's car pulling up woke me.  He was early.  I called out that I was in the garden.  After a couple of minutes, he came through the patio doors, he was still in his work shirt and suit pants.  He was carrying a soft drink.   He said;

"Can I get you something?"

"No," I replied.  "But you can give me something."

He grinned and stripped.  His cock was primed and ready to go.  He kissed me on the mouth, sucked each oily stiff nipple in turn and then homed in to the primary target, tonguing me to my third orgasm then slipped his hard meat into my needy cunt.  I had been thinking about this all day, I really did need fucking.  I can usually tell when he's about to pop his cork, and he was getting close.  On impulse, I said;

"Come on my tits."

He pulled out and finished himself with a few firm strokes, I squealed as the first spurt landed, even in this heat, it felt hot.  He is not much of a marksman, not all of hit my tits, but he was generous, there was enough to rub a thin film all over my chest.  He watched smiling, then handed me a box of tissues.  I shook my head and said;

"Move out of the way, let the sun dry it."

I had found a new kink.

Our isolation meant that weather permitting, we spent a lot of time outdoors and naked, leading to many repeats of that first time.  When he was at work, I spent as much time as I could nude, sunbathing whenever there was sun.  I wanted more.  I have always been a bit of an exhibitionist, I wanted other people to see me naked.  I was also a voyeur, I wanted to see other people naked.  I searched online for a naturist club and was surprised to find that there were three within easy driving distance.  Hubby was in favour, we applied for membership.

It was a lovely spot, basically a caravan site.  Facilities were quite basic.  It had a pool and tennis courts, but was a family club, any erotic contact was, quite rightly, forbidden.  Although we hadn't really considered it as such, what we were really seeking was an open air swingers site.  We had no intention of swapping, but we wanted to watch.  We tried the other two clubs, they were much the same.   My husband worked during the week, so were only able to go at weekends, the busiest time.  Plenty of bare flesh on display, but no sex.

He took a day off and we visited on a weekday.  It was much quieter and there was another couple, about our age, who were very touchy feely.  My husband got an erection just from watching.  It didn't go unnoticed.  The woman nodded towards it and said;

"If the owners see that, you'll be banned.  Nice though it is."

We all laughed, hubby covered up.  We spent the afternoon together, sharing a bottle of wine.  Eventually I asked if there were any adults only naturist sites.  The man answered;

"None that we can find, not in the UK anyway, you'll have to try in France or Spain."

We had checked them out already online, none took our fancy.  Yes there was sex on the beach, but the locations looked quite arrrid.  I said so.  They gave us the website of a place in France, they had never been, but it was small, private and wooded.  We exchanged details and said goodbye.  We were not looking to exchange partners, but if ever we did…

We liked the look of the place in France and booked it for a late holiday.  It was not cheap.  We flew to the nearest airport and hired a taxi for the rest.  The driver had never heard of the place and had to rely on satnav.  It was late afternoon when we arrived, we had driven past the entrance twice.  A narrow gap in the dense forest with a track leading to a high gate a few metres off the road.  A small plate read;

"Plage privée.  Club Liberté.  Membres seulement."

Even the sign was discreet.  On the drivers side was a post with a bell push.  The driver pushed and we gave our name, after what seemed like an age, the gate swung open.  The place was idyllic, a sandy cove surrounded by rocky cliffs, accessible only by driving through a private forest of mainly corsican pine.  Cars had to be left at what could be called the clubhouse, from there it was Shanks's.  Accomodation was in cabins in the trees, all with easy access to the beach and the clubhouse, which had a pool and a restaurant.

We were directed to our cabin and informed that the restaurant served dinner from seven, clothes were required in the restaurant and bar.  There were no other rules.  We showered and went for dinner, it was not crowded.  It seemed to be couples only judging by the equal number of males and females, though some were seated at tables of four.  The men all wore smart casual, the women were dressed to party.  Sprayed on minidresses were the clothing of choice, bodycon, hiding everthing and nothing.  It was how I was dressed.

After dinner, we had a nightcap in the bar.  The residents were mainly French, with a fair sprinkling of Germans, but there was one English couple in their thirties.  We naturally gravitated.  They had been there for a week and had been previously.  What was it like?

"Hot," said Daphne.  "And I'm not talking about the weather.  Anything goes, there are no taboos.  The numbers increase during the day, there appear to be a lot of non-resident members, mainly single men, but a few women too.  They are not here for the weather."

Her husband, David, chipped in;

"Are you watchers, show-ers or players?"

What?  It was self explanatory really.  My husband said that we had come just as watchers.  David said;

"Good luck with that, be prepared to have your mind changed.  Go to the beach early if you want to sunbathe or swim, by noon it will be uncomfortably hot, most people take an early lunch and a siesta.  The real action happens after that."

We said goodnight.  We had been travelling all day.  We were tired, but horny.  I sucked my husbands cock until he cried enough, then I straddled his face so that he could return the favour.  After my orgasm, I impaled myself on his cock and as he calls it, cunt-wanked it until he flooded me with his cum.  A good start to the holiday.

The next morning early, we made our way to the beach.  There were already a lot of people there.  We found a plot and erected our beach tent, staked our claim.  Then we went exploring.  Everywhere we looked, people were having sex.  If this was normal, what did our new friends mean by; 'real action'?  We were not the only spectators, men were also prowling, watching and wanking, waiting for an invitation to join in. We found our friends from last night.  If they noticed us, they did not show it, Daphne was sucking David's cock.  They had a small audience.  As we watched, she mounted him and they fucked with her on top.  We moved on.

We swam in the sea, it's a wonderful feeling of freedom, adding to an already high state of arousal.  We then dozed in the sun until it became too hot.  At least my tan marks were now hardly visible, thanks to my almost continuous nude state back home.  We had our first naked lunch in the company of others, under the poolside canopy, then we went to our cabin.  Hubby was as horny as me, we enjoyed a tender, leisurely fuck and then tried to sleep.

Or at least I closed my eyes.  Projected onto the inside of my eyelids were scenes of naked people fucking at the beach, of cocks being wanked, of men wanking themselves.  It occured to me than none of them had spent their loads.  Saving for what?  My husband was lying naked on the bed, snoring gently, his cock sleeping soundly.  What's a girl to do?  I wanked myself to sleep.

I was as horny as ever when I awoke, my husband was still asleep.  I took his limp cock into my mouth.  I love to feel it swell in my mouth, to go from sleep to rampant readiness.  He doesn't mind.  We fucked again, showered and then went back to the beach.  Quite close to us, five or six men were waiting their turn to fuck a middle aged woman with big floppy tits.  There was no faking, as each man pulled out, a spunk-filled condom drooped from his cock.  So that was what they were saving it for.

I tried to read, but failed.  I wanted fucking again.  My husband said;

"What's up?"

"I'm hot."

"Would you like a drink?"

"I'm not that kind of hot. Well, I am, but horny hot as well."

"Take a cold shower," he said, solve both together."

There was an open air shower at the edge of the beach, so that people could rinse off sand, (Or whatever else was stuck to them.) before entering the clubhouse.  I said;

"I'd prefer a spunk shower."

"Sorry," he replied, waving his limp cock.  "The well's dry, try again later."

Nor far away, there was a small group of predatory males.  I nodded towards them and said;

"I wonder if they have got any to spare?"

My husband sat up and said;

"You wouldn't dare."

I love a challenge.  I said;

"Do I have your permission?"

He nodded tentatively.  I could understand his reticence, before we married we had both had many partners, but I  had been one hundred per cent faithfull since then, excluding some very naughty thoughts, and as far as I was aware so had he.  Is allowing a stranger to shoot his spunk onto your naked flesh infidelity?  That's a grey area.  But that's exactly what I had in mind.

I don't want to give the impression that the place was seething with huge cocked super studs, far from it.  Nobody there could be considered movie star material, including me.  I was fifty-one, my husband was fifty-five.  But we could both have easily knocked ten years off that.  According to our research, his cock is a little bit bigger than average, but were were just a normal couple.  We liked to keep fit.  My tits could no longer defy gravity, but I was not ashamed of them.  The denizens of Club Liberté were a varied bunch, all ages, all shapes, all sizes, all colours.  It would be fair to say that Daphne and David were probably the youngest, most attractive couple there, and neither of them were head-turners.  Attraction was more about availability than looks.  I was available.

I pulled my towel away from our beach tent into the sun and stretched out on it, legs apart, and began to idly finger my cunt.  I soon attracted an audience.  Mainly men, but there were also a few women.  Some of the men started wanking, the women who were with men did it for them.  I smiled and kept fingering,  spreading my thighs until it hurt.  One of the men dropped to his knees between my thighs and reached out his hand to touch me.  I shouted no and he snatched his hand away.  I smiled in forgiveness and with my free hand, made a wanking gesture.  They seemed to understand and to accept that it was look, but don't touch.  They formed a rough circle closely around me, I guessed that there must have been at least ten.  I came like an express train.  Before my body had stopped shaking, spunk was raining down onto me.  I spread my arms out to the sides and enjoyed the warm splashes as they gave their tributes.

Once a man has left his deposit, another took his place until there were none left.  I rubbed the spunk all over, most of it was on my tits  but I was covered with it, it was all over my face, I couldn't see through my sunglasses, my hair that had not been protected, was plastered to my face.  I licked salty spunk from my lips.  I allowed the sun to dry me, enjoying the slight tightening of my skin as it evaporated.

But it really was too hot.  I dragged my towel back into the shade and lay down next my husband.  He said;

"Did you enjoy that?"

I don't think that I had enjoyed anything so much in my life.  I nodded and said;

"Did you enjoy the show?"

A rhetorical question, his erect cock was straining upwards.

"I did," he replied.  "But not as much as I'm going to enjoy fucking your brains out tonight."

I liked the sound of that.

"Are you really going to make me wait until tonight?"

He stood and folded his towel.  We made our way back to our cabin. Some of the people we passed smiled knowingly.  Truth to tell, I would have liked him to fuck me there on the beach, for all to see.  But the bed was more comfortable.

I was covered with congealed cum, I said that I would shower it off.

"No," he said.  "You won't."

There were no preliminaries, none were needed.  His cock entered easily, I had never been wetter.  I swear that his cock felt bigger than usual.  No matter, I was desperate for it.  We both knew that it was not going to take long and it didn't.  Despite having already come twice that day, he fucked me with unprecedented brutality, roaring as his spunk flooded into me.  It was exactly what I needed, his precious cum cleansing me.

We were exhausted, vigorous sex in this heat was energy sapping.  Encrusted with spunk, dripping with sweat, we slept.  But we woke in plenty of time to shower and dress for dinner.  As we entered the dining room, there were nods from several of the men, some raised their glasses.  Men who had wanked onto me!

We joined Daphne and David in the bar afterwards, Daphne said;

"That was quite a show that you put on, I thought you two were just watchers?"

David chipped in;

"Being here is like a drug, you keep wanting more, and there is always more available."

I wanted more alright, if he had offered to fuck me there and then, my wet knickers would have been off in seconds.  I tried, rather clumsily, to switch the focus away from me;

"Were you one of those who wanked onto me?"

"I was.  Or rather, Daphne did the honours.  You weren't looking at faces.  Question is, what are you going to do for an encore?"

Was that a proposition?  Daphne just smiled.  My hand was on my husbands thigh, his on mine.  I moved it so that I could feel his cock, it was hard.  But surely empty, it had been drained three times that day.  I wanted to come, that's never a problem, I enjoy doing it myself, but what I really wanted, no, needed was a cock inside me.  Fucking David would be a giant leap for me, since marriage only my husband's cock had been inside me.

But suppose David's tank had also been drained?  And fucking him would mean using a condom.  Not ideal.  Better than a dildo, but still artificial in it's way.  Even if I can't feel it when my husband comes inside me, I know that it's happening and that for me, is gold standard.  With a condom, bronze is the best you can ever hope for.  I said that I needed sleep, we said our goodnights and left.

By the time I had finished removing my makeup etc., my husband was lying on the bed stroking his cock.

"Is that for me or for Daphne."

I quipped.

"I'm not sure that either or both of you could manage to get anything out of it, but I'd like you to try."

I snuggled up to him and took over.

"Do you think that we were being propositioned?"

"Definitely, Daphne had her foot in my crutch, rubbing this with her foot."

"Saucy bitch!  You would though?"

"Probably. Would you do David?"

"Probably.  He's right, this place is like a drug.  In your case, Viagra."

His fingers had found my cunt, not that it was hiding, it was gushing.  He raised himself on one elbow, gently pushing me onto my back.  He kissed me, passionately but lovingly.  I spread my legs for him.  He sucked each tit in turn as his fingers probed me and slid teasingly over my clit.  Very soon, my body was racked by a delicious orgasm.  He licked his fingers clean and kissed me again so that I could taste myself, then he sat up and swivelled round so that we were head to tail and did with his tongue what his fingers had been doing.

We don't often sixty-nine, it looks good on porn, but we agree that oral is more enjoyable when we can concentrate on giving and not being distracted by receiving at the same time, safe in the knowledge that our turn will come.  Any good relationship requires give and take, whether in an argument or in bed.  But this time, the invitation was clear, he wanted it sucked.  We moved so that we were both lying on our sides, his head between my thighs.  The beauty of upside down oral is that not only is the cunt or cock  available, but also the perineum and anus, and in his case, his balls.  I sucked them all.

Even though I was expecting it, I jumped when his stiff tongue was pushed up my arse.  Oral for connoisseurs.  I did his.  It is not as intense as having my cunt licked, but it's deliciously dirty and I love it.  It was also a good indicator that I was going to get my arse reamed by his cock later.  I think my second orgasm came when we had our tongues up each others arse.

I positioned myself on all fours, head down, arse up.  No words were needed, but lubricant was.  Using plenty of it, he slowly worked my arsehole with his fingers until it was big enough to accept his cock.  At seventeen centimetres, it's not that long, but at over fifteen in girth, it's thick.  I was ready for it.  It entered smoothly, stretching the normally tightly clamped hole.  It felt wonderful.

I reached beneath and worked my clit as his cock plundered the other hole, again I came.  His thrusts were becoming less controlled, he was fucking my arse like he had fucked my cunt last night.  Suddenly, he gave a mighty roar, a mixture of pain and relief.  Had he ejaculated?  Again?  Four times in a day?

He slumped onto me, his diminished cock slipping out with an obscene slurp.  All his weight was on me, his lips against my ear.  His voice was more like a croak, he said;

"I think my balls have just turned inside out."

He turned onto his side  his arms still wrapped around me possesively.  I said softly;

"And all because you dared me.  That'll learn ya."

He kissed my neck and replied;

"It has, I've learned that you're a spunk hungry slut and that I've not got enough for you.  Over the next week, you're going to suck and fuck every cock on that beach, with my blessing.  And the next time a cunt is available for communal use, I will be in the queue for it."

His steady breathing indicated that hs was asleep, arms around me, cock nestling stickily against my plundered arsehole.  I took longer to fall asleep, this time my visions were of a long line of men, priming their cocks, waiting their turn to fuck me.  My final thought was;

"I wonder where I can buy condoms in bulk?"