I woke up a few ours later in a sweat.  I had nightmares, nightmares of faceless men fucking me one after the other.  But also because it was hot.  It had been since we had arrived, yesterday had peaked at 32° in the shade.  This was a different kind of heat, humid.

I got out of bed to open the windows wider.  Out at sea I could see flashes of lightning in the distance.  I got back in bed, Greg was still sound asleep.  Poor bloke, I had drained him.  I don't remember him complaining though.

I couldnt get back to sleep.  Had he meant what he had said about being fucked by everybody there?  The more I thought about it, the less attractive it sounded.  I fantasised about being fucked by other men, who doesn't?  But by fit young studs, not the crew that had wanked over me.  I wanted to be fucked because I was attractive to somebody, not just because I was available cunt.  What the fuck were we doing here?

I must have fallen asleep again, but this time it was rain that woke me.  Greg got up to close the windows.  He slipped back into bed, snuggled up and said;

"No sunbathing today then, whatever are we going to do all day?"

"What you said last night," I said.  "About me fucking all the men, were your just joking?"

"Why?  In a hurry to get started?"

"No.  I'm not a cock hungry slut,  what I did yesterday was a one off, I don't want other cocks, just yours."

"I didn't say that I wanted you to fuck them all, just that if you did, I would not stop you.  Your body, your choice."

I was relieved.  He added;

"You'd like to fuck David though, wouldn't you?"

He could read me like a book.  Yes, I would, but I didn't answer.

We showered and dressed.  The rain had let up, it was now falling steadily, more like English rain.  We needed to know how long it was going to last, we had no plans for inclement weather.  We held coats over us and ran to the restaurant for breakfast, our new friends were already there.  The rain would stop later in the afternoon and no, there were not many wet weather touristy things within easy reach, but they had a car.  We could drive to a town about half an hour away, have lunch and if the rain was still falling, there was a museum and plenty of shops.  It was agreed.

The first thing we needed when we arrived, was the loo.  Most cafes in France have no objection to non customers using theirs, but we ordered coffees anyway.  The ladies loo was sumptuous.  And empty.  I bit the bullet and said to Daphne;

"Greg tells me that you were playing footsie with his cock last night."

She looked at the floor, when she looked up, she was blushing.

"Sorry about that," she said.  "I couldn't resist.  David says that I am a terrible prick-teaser."

"No need to apologise," I countered.  "I got the benefit later.  What I want to know is if you want to do more than tease, do you want to fuck him?"

She was saved by the bell.  Somebody came in before she came in.  She said;

"Talk later."

After coffee, the men said that they would like to try the museum.  Daphne answered for us;

"Fine.  We'll hit the shops."

We arranged to meet back at the cafe for lunch.  We watched them go.  We didn't go shopping, we ordered more coffee.  Daphne told me their story;

"We are not swingers in the conventional sense but nor do we have a conventional marriage.  We love each other to bits, but we both know that hormones trump logic every time.  Tell me that you have never fantasised about being fucked my some hunky celebrity, everybody does.  But like most people, we dont have access to hunky celebs, or large-breasted female ones, we either masturbate or occasionally, sniff out a bit of variety.  It works for us, because we have no secrets from each other.

We each have lovers, not often, we dont need it often, and we either tell each other that we are about to do it, or if it's a spontaneous thing, immediately afterwards.  It's always safe sex and without exception, boosts our own couplings.  We have talked about the possibility of doing it in the other's presence, but have never found a willing casual.

The first time we came here was to try and rectify that.  We failed.  We have never found a suitable candidate, there is nobody on that beach that I would fuck other than David.  Except one.  So in answer to your question, do I want to fuck Greg?  Of course I do.  But only with David watching. And before you ask, yes, David fancies you like mad."

I was speechless.  The waiter asked if we would like more coffee.  The rain had stopped.  We decided that we should at least look at some shops.  And I needed to have a serious conversation with my husband.

The men were waiting for us when we returned, the  maritime museum had not floated their boats  but they had found a restaurant nearby and had booked a table.  David and Daphne walked ahead so that I could tell Greg about our conversation.  Greg's decision was predictable.  Ten minutes later we were back together, this time in the restaurant.  Greg told them that he was more than happy about a foursome, but would they consider doing it without condoms?  David latched on immediately and said simply;

"Sloppy seconds?"

"My ultimate fantasy."

Greg replied.  We assured them that we had been exclusive since marriage.  David looked at Daphne.  She said;

"I hate condoms."

We decided to have a light lunch.

David drove back, with Greg in the passenger seat, Daphne alongside me in the back.  I was having second thoughts, this wasn't us,  we had been mutually exclusive for over twenty years, were we really going to start wife swapping after all those years.  What had happened on the beach was an aberration, sunstroke or something.

Daphne took my hand and squeezed it.

"Its going to be fine,"she said.  "If you bottle it now, you will spend the rest of your life wondering what it would have been like."

She leaned closer and kissed my cheek, lowered her voice and said;

"David is a wonderful lover, patient and gentle, he can make me come just by sucking my nipples."

It was agreed that the first round would be in their cabin.  We went to ours and showered.  It seemed silly to put clothes on, it was a nude resort, we had seen each other naked and for what we were about to do, clothes would be an encumbrance.  As we were about to leave, Greg said;

"Are you sure that you want to do this?"

"No," I replied.  "You?"

"Same," he said.  "But in my mind, it's already done.  If we don't enjoy it, it can be a one off, we will try to erase it.  It will not change how I feel about you, how much I love you.  It might even make us stronger."

They were waiting.  David poured wine.

"Here's to sharing."

We toasted.  We agreed that it would happen on the bed, first one couple, then the other.  Greg and Daphne would be first.  David and I settled down to watch.  On the bed, Greg and Daphne kissed, their kissing intensified, became longer.  I felt jealous, they were supposed to fuck, not make love, kissing is for lovers.  Greg had one arm under Daphnes neck, as he kissed her, he explored her naked body with his free hand.  She in turn, had her hand wrapped around his stiff cock.

David put his arm around me, turned my face to his and kissed me on the lips.  A soft, gentle kiss.  The second kiss was for longer.  'Sauce for the goose.' I thought.  I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  As the kiss grew deeper, more intense, David's spare hand found my tit and thumbed my nipple.  I reached for his cock, it felt noticeably thinner, but very hard.  My mind rewound to my younger days, younger men's cocks were harder.

I broke the kiss to check on the action on the bed, had Greg seen it?  Another man's hard cock in my hand?  Of course not, we were supposed to be doing the watching, not them.  I watched as Daphne broke the kiss and raise herself.  Without releasing her hold on Greg's cock, she moved down and took it into her mouth.  I turned back to David and said;

"Would you like me to suck yours?"

"I would like that a lot, but go easy, it's our turn next and when I come, I would like it to be deep inside your cunt."

I could live with that.  I went down onto my knees and with a last glance at my husband's cock in his Daphne's mouth, took David's into mine.  I absolutely adore sucking Greg's, I try to prolong it as much as possible, re-exploring it as though it was the first time.  Daphne claimed that she could come by having her tits sucked, the feeling of Greg's hot spunk expoding into my mouth comes very close to making me come.  I wonder..?

David stopped me, saying he was close.  I went back to being a spectator.  Greg too, must have been close to giving Daphne a cream tea, she released his cock and instead, straddled his face to have her cunt licked.  Ooh!  Yes please, me, me!  She came very quickly, not surprising, she must have been at least as worked up as I was, my own cunt was gaping and dripping with juice, if David had as much as touched my clit, I probably would have orgasmed on the spot.

Daphne shuffled down fed Greg's cock into herself and sank down on it groaning as it entered.  There, it was done.  Even by Clinton definition, they were;  'Having sex'.  Fucking.  Greg didnt last long either, from our vantage point, we watched as his thrusts became at first erratic, then he stopped completely, buried deep in Daphne's cunt.  Greg's balls lifted, then his arse cheeks clenched as each bolt of his spunk was fired into Daphne's welcoming cunt.

My turn.  All my second thoughts were forgotten.  I needed fucking, I was trembling with lust and anticipation.  At home  Greg and I watched porn together as foreplay, what David and I had just watched was foreplay, like porn but live  and we were very familiar with the actors.  David was as ready as I was, so actual foreplay was minimal.  I lay on my back, David kissed me and sucked my tits  then went straight down to where I needed his kisses most.  He drank from my brimming cup, bringing me to orgasm very quickly.  He scrambled up and slipped his thin cock into me.  He was shooting his load into me in just a few firm strokes.  So quick, but it was exactly what I needed.

David was lying heavily on me, soaking his cock.  I could feel his heart beating against me.  I slowly opened my eyes to find Greg looking down at me, his erect cock in his hand.  Of course, sloppy seconds.  He gently placed his hand on David's shoulder, David looked round and smiled.  He rolled away.  Greg's cock was up me in a flash, he had no intention of allowing any of David's fresh spunk to escape.  But his much thicker tool must surely have displaced most of it.

He fucked like a man possessed, ramming into me, no subtlety, just raw animal lust.  He was reclaiming me.  I sensed rather than saw, movement beside me.  Daphne had squeezed onto the bed alongside me.  David quickly mounted her.  As our respective spouses reclaimed what was theirs Daphne and I kissed.

When I masturbate on my own, after coming, I sometimes feel slight remorse.  I felt that now.  All the way back to our cabin with the spunk of two men trickling down my leg.  We showered together, washing away our shame.  We dressed and headed for the restaurant, I was starving.

Any feelings of remorse evaporated when I saw our friends.  Remorse being replaced by lust.  When could I fuck David again?

It wasn't to be that night.  That night, we had dinner and drinks, then went to our own cabins.  Greg wouldn't fuck me.  But not because I was damaged goods, far from it.  The poor man was out of juice.  Four ejaculations yesterday and two today.

"And my cock feels like it's been skinned."

He said.  But not fucking me didnt mean that I had to go without orgasms.  At his suggestion, we turned top to tail and I wanked myself off for both our pleasures.  When I had recovered, he used his tongue, he kissed and sucked the cunt that had not long ago  had been fucked by another man.  I dont think that I ever loved him more than at that moment.  We fell asleep in each others arms.

The following day, the weather was back to normal.  Over breakfast, we formulated a plan.  Mornings would be for sunbathing and sightseeing.  The sights being the antics of others.  The post lunch siesta would be stretched so that we could fuck as as foursome, in a cabin.  After that it would be back to the beach to rest.  Then dinner, then bed as a couple.

That morning, we watched the woman who had been gang fucked, do an encore.  But this time, the men fucked her in the arse, some of them pulling off their condoms to shoot their spunk onto her flabby buttocks and back.  Greg and David both had semi hardons, but it did nothing for me.  I glanced at Daphne, she gave a little 'whatever' shrug.

We had a light lunch together, then went to our cabin as arranged, for a sex session.  Daphne said that she was getting bored just watching and suggested what she called 'parallel fucking'.  She had seen threesomes on porn, where the women were side by side on all fours and the man went from cunt to cunt, a few thrusts in each, then move on.  Her variation however, involved two cocks.

It worked at first, David slid his cock into me, Greg into Daphne and they started to pump.  Looking underneath myself, I could see my tits swinging in time to his thrusts and beyond that, his cock steadily thrusting, balls swinging.  Glancing sideways, I could see Daphne's tits swinging and Greg's cock thrusting.  Isn't voyeurism just great?  Daphne leaned over and kissed me, a kiss that went on just a bit to long to be a friendly peck.  That was the second time she had kissed me.  Was she..?

David suggested changing and Greg got off the bed and ran round while David shuffled sideways and penetrated his wife.  I suddenly saw the comic side of what we were doing and started to giggle.  I stifled it as Greg's cock was pushed into me.  He asked what happened when he came?  Could he let go in either?  I started giggling again, we hadn't really thought this through.  Daphne said;

"You're supposed to come in me and David in Viv."

"We need to swap again then."

Said Greg, with some urgency.  They changed again, but this time, as Greg walked sideways on his knees, Daphne fell sideways off the bed.  That was it, we were all laughing so much we couldn't continue the fuck.  We gave up.  Greg opened a bottle of wine and joked that we should try it on the beach, the women could form a circle while the men passed from cunt to cunt.  David added that we should call it musical cunts and do it to music.  There was no more sex, nobody had come.  Daphne said that all we needed, was a bigger bed.

When the wine was gone, we trooped back down to the beach.  They had moved their beach tent next to ours, we were now a foursome.  At first we just dozed.  In the shade, but still naked on the open air.  I was horny.  It was't the Liberty effect, it was being nude.  My subconscious associated being naked with being fucked, I felt the same when I was naked in the privacy of my own garden.

But the privacy required in my own garden, was not about being seen naked, I enjoyed that, but without offending people who were not voyeurs.  Here, everybody was both an exhibitionist and a voyeur.  Nobody was offended by others fucking in public, it was expected, that's why people were here.  I had done my exhibition, inviting all those men to shoot cum onto me, but I had never actually fucked on the beach.

I realised that while my mind was analysing all of this my body was one step ahead.  I was gently running a finger up and down my wet slit.  I opened my eyes to find David watching.  He beamed down at me and said;

"Do you need a hand with that?"

I replied;

"What I really need, is a cock with it."

So my first ever beach fuck was not with my husband, but with David, while Greg and Daphne watched.  Along with the small group of prowling wankers that seemed to be able to sniff out the action.  But unlike them, Greg was not only wanking and watching, but waiting.  Waiting for his turn.  Unable to resist the chance of sloppy seconds, as soon as David had finished, Greg took his turn.

Our ways parted when we left for home, us by plane, them by car.  Whe exchanged details, saying we would be in touch.