We logged onto the mystery website and it was just stills, but what they showed seemed to be what we were looking for. Finding the symbol was another matter. We had to go to a large HD screen to see it, our tablets were not good enough. No more pictures, just pages of text. In French. We both have rudimentary French, but the dictionary was indespensible. Basically, it was an adults only naturist resort and claimed to be the most private in Europe, on private land, accessible only through more private land. A privately owned peninsula on the Mediterranean coast of France. Open to the sea of course, but on a very rocky stretch of coast, tricky to land a boat. That was its biggest failiing, the bathing beach was quite small. Indications were that it was an open air version of the club. It said that they did not advertise, all guest were the result of bei g reccomended. We booked for two weeks at the beginning of June. From day one, it was non-stop sex. Everyone was naked the whole time, except the staff, who wore thongs. In the bar, restaurant and theatre area, the minimum requirement was some kind of pants, as in the club back home. People were fucking wherever you looked. Nothing was forbidden, gay men buggered each other openly. On the tiny beach, we watched a woman enjoy a spunk shower from a dozen men. If you fancied someone you just asked, few people said no. There was a cabaret on certain evenings, a couple of days i to our holiday, we gave it a try. A sex show of course, frequently with audience participation. There was a rather old-fashioned magic act, but with a naked magician. Nothing up his sleeve! But he did have a top hat and an unusual wand. All through the act, his long thin cock was erect, when it came to the adracadabra bit, he tapped it with his cock. I suspect that a certain blue pill may have been involved, but it was very funny. Distracting the audience from his sleights of hand, was a simply stunning blonde, Anneka. She wore only a sequinned thong and very high heeled shoes. She moved about a lot, firm tits bouncing. She could have been a glamour model. Most of the men and many of the women, me included, would have fucked her there and then, on stage. Nobody got to. The next day, we were stretched out sunbathing. Naked of course. To supplement the small beach, scoops of the predominant Corsican Pine had been cleared, all facing the beach and all with decking. This suited us, it was close to our cabin, there was shade provided by the surrounding trees and no sand. Sand sticks to suntan lotion and is most unwelcome when you want to fuck. The midday sun was too much for our pale skins, so we sunbathed in the mornings, retired to our cabin for siesta and sex, then wandered about the place looking for action, watching and participating, in the afternoons. The morning following the cabaret, I was lying face down, beggining to sizzle. A female voice said; "Puis-je vous rejoindre?" I turned to look, it was Anneka. She wore a wide sun hat and massive sunglasses hid most of her face, but I would know those tits anywhere. The cogs turned, she was asking to join us. I said yes. She spread out her pad. Guests mostly used a sort of beach-bed, a folding pad that could be used as a single, folded open to make a half-thickness double, or use straps to make a flat bed with a backrest. Hubby had not spoken, but his mouth was open. Close to dribbling. His cock, never really soft, had thickened. Anneka spoke; "English?" She said. We nodded. Introductions were made. She was Danish, her English was perfect, barely accented. She produced a bottle of suntan lotion and applied it to herself. An act of whole-body masturbation. Then she held out the lotion to my husband and asked him to oil her back. There was no hiding his massive erection, she was smiling, fully aware of the effect she was having. I was not exempt. My nipples were reaching out for her and my cunt gushing. When she turned back to us, I asked tentatively; "Do you… er… do you join in with…" She helped me out; "Do I fuck? Oh yes, in ways that might surprise you." She indicated Hubby's obelisque. "That is why I asked to join you. But not just now, we must get to know each other better." "How do we do that?" She smiled, layed back on her pad and held out both arms. Hubby leaned across and kissed her, cupping one full tit. I was on the wrong side of him, by the time I moved, he had moved his mouth to the other tit, sucking the nipple. I kissed her full lips. Both tits occupied, I slid my hand down her belly to where her bikini briefs promised paradise. She stopped me, saying that she was not ready. She sat up and said; "I would like to suck you off, both of you. You first." Indicating Hubby. He just nodded and lay back. She reached for him, stroking it gently, admiring it, muttering in her own language. We had not fucked that morning, so I knew that she would be well rewarded. If he could hold back long enough. She went onto all fours, her peachy arse shining in the sun. I could hardly keep my hands off it. Kneeling between his feet, she took it gently between her lips, Hubby jerked upwards but she moved with him, engulfing just the bulging tip. I love to see a lipsticked mouth stretching to accomodate him. She removed her hand from his shaft and deep throated him. I knew from experience how difficult this was, she was very skilled. She allowed him to slip out again, held it by the root and began to suck. Her other hand slipped inside her bikinki bottoms, I was aleady strumming my wet clit. From the confines of the pants, she pulled out a small, but very erect cock and started to wank it. 'She', was male. I almost choked. There was absolutely nothing about her to indicate that she was anything other than a very attractive young woman. There were a few shemales within the complex, they walked about naked with all of their assorted bits on show, on offer. Even if they are not so overt, normally there are giveaways, normally a he/she would make little attempt to hide his/her gender. Hubby had no idea he was being sucked off by a man. I was confused, should I stop it there? Was this a kind of theft? False pretence certainly. Nature took the decision from me. Hubby gasped, he was coming. Anneka stopped wanking herself to concentrate on the other cock as it pumped. There was a lot of spunk, most of it she gulped down. She cleaned him, licked her lips, turned to me smirking and said. "Do you still want me to do you?" Oh I so much did, male mouth or female, I like them clamped to my cunt. Now more than ever. I nodded. Her secret weapon was hidden away again. Without it, she was all woman. I spread my legs. She collected her things and wandered off. We headed for our cabin, it was siesta time. We had a light lunch, then spread ourselves naked on the double bed. Every window was open, as was the door. Nobody would disturb us, this was our space. A slight breeze cooled us. But Hubbys mind was not on resting, his cock stuck up like a flagpole. I nodded to it and said; "Anneka?" He apologised. "Sorry," he said. " I can't get her out of my mind, she could hold cock-sucking classes. Im guessing that she suck cunt nicely? And those tits.. She's quite something." He had to know, now or later? "She is," I said. "But not what you think. She has a cock and balls as well." At first there was no reaction as he tried to digest this unexpected revelation. Then his cock, which I had my hand around, shrivelled to smaller than I had ever known it. He muttered; "Cock and balls? How?" "Anneka," I said. "Is a man, a shemale, a chick with a dick. Or a guy with tits. Whatever you want her to be." He sat bolt upright, got off the bed and paced the room. "I don't beleive you." He said. "It's true," I assured him. " I didn't see his balls, but I know a cock when I see one, he flashed it at me, even wanked it. He wanted us to know." "But he sucked me off. And you." "Very nicely, you said so yourself. Would you know if I hadn't told you." "That's not the point, it's fraud, I'll ring his scrawny fucking neck." "No you won't. Calm down. Come here and let me kiss it better." It took all afternoon for him to simmer down. He insisted on seeing their act again. Anneka blew us a kiss. When her act was over, she asked if she could join us at our table. Gentleman that he is, even though all he was wearing was tiny briefs, Hubby stood and held a chair for her. Him? He/she apologised for the subterfuge. I'll call him she from now on. Confusing isn't it? She said that she had singled us out for attention the previous evening. She enjoyed sex with either, not that different to me really. But she had experieced violent reactions from unsuspecting men, so targetted couples. "Think it over." She said. Then directly to my husband; "What is it about men that you find unattractive? Body hair? Body odour? Chin bristles? Lack of tits? Lack of a cunt? I have the tits, not the cunt but you have to admit that I'm good with my mouth. And my arse will easily accept your lovely cudgel. I'm not going anywhere, I live here." She stood, kissed us both and swayed away, all eyes on her shapely arse. I had my hand in Hubby's lap. He had a hard on. In bed that night, we fucked deliciously. In the afterglow, I said; "Who would ever know? This might be your only chance to experience a mouthfull of someone elses spunk. Don't waste it, Anneka is the best looking man you will ever meet." We slept on it. Next morning, Hubby said; "We'll go to our deck and see what happens, I'm not going looking for him." "Her." I corrected. Sure enough, we were joined by Anneka. "Have you decided to make my day?" She said. "Do you ejaculate?" Asked Hubby. Anneka raised her eyebrows and replied; " Do you want a cum-shooting contest? Yes, I ejaculate." "Not here," said hubby. "Come to our cabin." I winced. Considering what was being offered, I thought he was being curmudgeonly. I put it down to nerves. We trooped inside where Anneka revealed her hidden treasure. I took in in my hand, it was as hard as a bone. A small bone. At least compared to Hubby's. Beneath it nestled a proportionate set of balls. All completely hairless and as smooth as her other skin. It was impossible to guess Anneka's age, her full figure was that of a woman in her early twenties, but her cock was that of a teenage boy. I had handled enough to know back in the day, earning me the nickname 'Grace and favour.' But I had forgotten how hard a young cock can get. "What's it to be?" She asked softly. I looked at Hubby, he wasn't going to say it. I turned back to Anneka; "He wants to suck you." She stretched out on the bed. "I'd like that too." Vry tentatively, my husband sat on the bed, I sat on the other side. He gingerly took Anneka's appendage between his fingers, then wrapped his hand around the shaft, then gently wanked it. "Do it like you do yourself." Advised Anneka. Hubby took a firmer grip and found his rhythm. Anneka sighed her approval, then said; "Now. Suck it now." Hubby quickly enclosed it. It was done. I could see his mouth move as he explored it. "Suck it," Anneka begged. "Finish it." Hubby sucked. Anneka spurted. Hubby tried to pull away, but Anneka had both hands behind his head. Hubby collected the lot. Anneka released him, Hubby was holding it in his mouth. "Down the hatch," I said. "You know you want to, it doesn't count if you don't swallow." He swallowed. "How was it?" I asked. He avoided the question, saying; "It's done now." But since Anneka walked in, Hubby's cock had been bristlingly erect. Anneka took it in her hand and said; "I've got just the place for this big boy." She assumed the position, head down, arse up, tits hanging. Just like a woman ready to be fucked, except that a now soft cock also dangled, and only one hole was on offer. "Lube me up Scotty," she said. "Don't skimp on it." Hubby looked at me for approval, I nodded, handing him the lube. I helped him, working Anneka's tight ring as Hubby rolled on a condom and then lubricated the gift wrapped beauty. I knew from experience that this was going to hurt. I guided it to the spot, then moved back to watch. Anneka groaned as Hubby's meat rearranged her rectum. Anneka left before lunch, but for the rest of our stay, every day we went to 'our' deck, every day she joined us and we went to our cabin for sex. She fucked both of us, me in cunt and arse and Hubby in the arse, his first, not counting dildoes. We both sucked him off and he us. In the afternoons, we went sightseeing, but without leaving the complex, we found plenty to watch on site, a 24/7 live sex show. On the two days that it rained, we joined a Dutch coulple for foursomes. We needed a holiday when we got back home. Waiting for me was a letter, not a bill or a circular, but a proper letter, with real writing. From Michelle.