Our Trip To Sexual Sharing

Our Trip To Sexual Sharing

It was May and we hadn't decided on our summer plans, but we wanted something special, something to mark our fifth year together. We'd been to Spain, traveled through England with backpacks and walking sticks, and sailed to Australia where we drove around the country. We had been to Cancun, Peru, and Antarctica. We are travelers, so trekking around the world is nothing to us. We both had college degrees and taught at a university in Los Angeles.

Whatever we did had to be something really unique and memorable. We looked through travel brochures and websites trying to find just the right trip for our fifth anniversary. It had to be extraordinary and something we'd never done, something to challenge us, and offer a change.

After two weeks of looking, Claire came home with a big smile on her face. "I found a place we wouldn't even have to pack for," she announced as she came into the kitchen holding a pamphlet and waving it at me over her head. "You could swim every day and wear only sandals and dark glasses, maybe a hat."

"A hat?" I said. "No shorts?"

"It's a naked city in the south of France," she announced with delight. "All the shops, the restaurants, the beaches, parks, everywhere it is all nude. No one wears clothes, except for maybe in church. I don't know about church, but everywhere else it is naked people in sandals and sun hats," she said excitedly. "We wouldn't even have to buy new wardrobes, just new sandals and glasses, maybe a new hat."

We looked at one another, each waiting for the other to speak. "I do like to swim," I said with a grin. "We've never been around naked people, except Clara and Ron at the hot springs," I added.

"And we could travel the south of France, visit nude beaches on the French Riviera. We could be naked travelers, looking for new places to strip down and be completely natural," she said practically bubbling with enthusiasm.

"You always say we have to try new things. This would be completely untried, totally out of our comfort zone," she said.

"You talk to anyone who has been there?" I asked.

"I met two nudists, Wendy and Mike," she said. "They go every year. They said they'd meet with us and suggest some places to go, the address for reservations, and she gave me a coupon for a discount on the trip itself. Oh think about it," she said. "I would like to go. It is called Cap d'Adge, like Cap Dog," she explained.

"You could go shopping naked?" I asked her.

"Wendy says it's liberating. You just get used to always being not dressed," my wife said. Her enthusiasm was contagious and I began to think about it as a possible destination. It didn't take much more for her to convince me, and we began planning our naked trek.

We flew from LAX to Paris on the first of June, then we rented a car at the airport and drove the mini Mercedes south to Avignon and got a room for two nights. Wendy and Mike had recommended it as a great place to stop, eat at the Palace Restaurant and be sure to have crepes at one of the street stands inside the city.

The dive was lovely and we had our room reserved when we got there. The river ran right next to the city and we drove around seeing the country. People eat really late in Europe and we were ready for dinner at seven, but when we arrived at the restaurant at seven fifteen it was almost totally deserted.

They took pity on us and the chef cooked our meal and we ate in a restaurant with only waitresses and one head waiter, a busboy and the chef. Claire had swordfish and I had prime rib to die for. The dessert was the best cheesecake I have ever put in my mouth. Even earlier than anyone else, it was a meal for the ages.

The next day we strolled the streets of Avignon and ate crepes from a vendor, attended a concert, and were in bed by ten. Avignon was certainly a good choice and we texted Wendy and Mike our thanks.

From Avignon we drove south and headed for Cap d'Adge along the southern coast of France on the Mediterranean. When we arrived we met a hostess who gave us a pamphlet about the city that provided a map, listed restaurants, hotels, rules, and warnings about sun protection and suggestions about expected courtesies and customs. We drove around getting familiar with the area, then picked a hotel and parked in the underground parking.

We registered for six days, figuring we may drive on to Cannes later the next week. At the hotel we met an American couple from Michigan named Julia and Keith. He was an airline pilot and she taught second grade. They lived in Detroit and came to Cap d'Agde every year. They had been nudists since just after they were married and vacationed in California and stumbled on a nude beach.

They offered to show us around and treated us like long lost relatives, as if we had known them for years. "They certainly are friendly," I said once we got in our own room.

"I like them," Claire said. "I think they are our kind of people," she said. I just nodded and continued to put the few clothes I brought in drawers and my toiletries in the bathroom.

The next day we met Julia and Keith for breakfast, then walked with them to a beach that was close. It was strange being nude on the street, but it wasn't long before it felt completely natural, after all, everyone else was also nude and it began to feel good to be undressed with the others.

The beach was fairly rocky and the beach was narrow with not much sand between the ocean and the road. We found a spot and set up beside Julia and Keith. He was an airline frisbee fantastic and could do all sorts of tricks with the frisbee. He called them discs and explained it had been invented by a man named Fred Morrison.

He and I played catch with the disc much of the day. We met a French couple name Christian and Mary Lore. They had lived in California for a few years and spoke fluent English. Christian was an auto mechanic and his wife was a translator at the American Embassy.

Keith was very helpful, reminding Claire she needed to be careful of sunburn and keep sunscreen on at all times. He was especially helpful in offering to apply all the protection she needed throughout the day.

That night I was getting out of the shower and I commented how much I liked Keith and Julia. "They certainly like you," I said.

"Well, you know they're swingers," she said.

"Where did you get that idea?" I said. "They're just really friendly."

"Julia told me," Claire said, "when you were playing frisbee. They belong to a swingers' club in Detroit," she said. "They like us because she thinks we might be interested."

"Are we?" I asked.

"Well, you probably are with Julia," Claire said. "She was eyeing you all day. Don't say you didn't notice."

"I was busy playing frisbee," I said.

"And you didn't notice her tight little ass?"

"Hard not to," I said. "We were all naked. But you didn't notice the manly extremity hanging between Keith's legs?"

"I did, yes," she said softly, admitting she had noticed our new friend's penis size.

"You tempted?" I asked.

"In getting real close to our new friends?" she said.

"Real close?" I said.

"We have talked about it," she said.

"But we were both too chicken," I said. "I thought we were going to at the hot springs with Ron and Clara," I said.

"So did I," she said. "Why didn't we?"

"Because the ranger showed up and chased us out, remember, otherwise I think we just might have become swingers that night," I said.

"Yeah, I remember. I think Ron had an erection most of the night," she said.

"Especially after seeing you naked," I said. "I remember thinking where could I get condoms way out there in Mammoth Mountains at one o'clock in the morning."

"At least I had my IUD," she said. "If you had found rubbers, would you have?"

"Probably," I said. "We were pretty horny back then."

"And you're not now?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, I am, but now I at least know to bring condoms," I said.

"You have any?" she asked.

"A few," I admitted.

"Will you use them on this trip?" Claire asked.

"That depends," I said.

"On what?" she said.

"On whether my wife fucks the man who put sunscreen on her all day," I said. "You never asked him not to," I said.

"I couldn't be rude," she said.

"Besides, his hands felt good on your tits," I said.

"There's that," she said.

"So will you?" I said.

"Depends," she said.

"On what?" I said.

She smiled. "On whether my husband fucks the lady from Michigan."

"This could be the vacation of our lives," I said.

"When in Rome," she said.

"That apply to southern France? When in Cap d'Agde?" I said.

"Wherever," she said. "Like when you are someplace where you don't have an address or relatives close by."

"Or nosy neighbors," I said.

"So, we going to?" she asked.

"You want to?" I said.

"You?" she said.

"I am thinking about it," I said.

"Me too," my wife replied with a grin.

"So will you tell her," I said. Claire just nodded and stepped up to me. "This some journey," I said.

"A real adventure," she said. "We wanted something different. This looks like it is going to be it," she said.

The next morning while Keith and I were playing frisbee, the girls went for a walk so Claire could tell Julia about our decision. When they returned we had finished and Julia came over to me without a word and put out her hand.

I took it and she quietly led me toward the dunes. There was no need for conversation, we both knew we were about to fuck, and Keith went to Claire and took her into his arms.

The last thing I saw was him taking my wife with each of his hands on her bottom and pulling her to him. I walked with Julia into the dunes and when she found a deserted spot she put down the towel and without a word reached into her shoulder bag and took out a tube of something. It was AstroGlide and I applied some to my stiff cock and she got on her hands and knees and offered me her bottom.

I slipped my erect cock into her easily and began moving slowly in and out of her. She sighed as I fucked the lady from Michigan and I picked up speed until she came in a roar.

As I fucked the wife of my new frisbee partner, I thought of what he may be doing at the same moment to my wife. Although we had come close with our friends Ron and Clara, but up to then we had only had sex with each other. I now was having anal sex with someone I had only know for a couple of days.

The sex was hot and satisfying, and I had no problem with my wife doing the same with my partner's husband. We had talked about it, even come close with another couple, but having sex with others wasn't something we thought much about, but now that it was happening it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

When Julia and I both came, we sat for awhile and just enjoyed the warm day in the dunes. I thought of what Claire was probably doing at that very moment, and I smiled to myself at the thought.

We didn't talk as we sat a savored the day, it wasn't necessary, but we both smiled at the thought of what we'd just done. After about an hour, we picked up the towel and headed back to Claire and Keith.

As we approached, I saw that Claire was sitting on his lap, facing him in the Lotus position, and he had his hands under her bottom and was slowly bouncing her over his legs. She had her head back, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly open. They were slowly fucking on the beach in clear view of many other couples.

Sex on the beach at Cap d'Agde was fairly common and nobody seem to pay much attention to the couple fucking casually on the blanket in the middle of the beach. It was a pleasure to see two people making love and not causing a riot or bringing the police swat team in full force.

In Europe sex was not the worst thing people could do in public, and people's attitude about making love was acceptance not outrage. France was a swinger's paradise. A waiter could proposition a customer's wife and the husband would take it as a compliment, perhaps even thank him for noticing and being honest.

Claire and Keith fucked even after we sat down, ignoring us and continuing their pleasure with us right there with them. I was surprised at my wife's comfort at doing that, but I was happy to see her enjoying herself so much and not being bothered by having us there.

Even after my wife had an orgasm, rather noisily, she remained sitting on his lap and she draped her arms around his neck, kissing him and just sitting quietly. Without turning away from Keith, she asked if Julia and I had enjoyed our walk.

"We did, yes," I said. "Much like you seem to be doing right now. The dunes were lovely," I said.

Still, without turning away from Keith, she said, "I am glad you had a good time with the pretty lady from Michigan. She is a lovely beach person. I know she understands how to please another woman's husband."

"That she does," I said looking over at Julia.

We enjoyed the beach for the rest of the day, and Keith and I once again played frisbee, throwing it back and forth. At around three my wife and Keith took a walk and said they were going to explore the dunes. "Take a towel," I said. "The sand can get into everything," I added.

Claire smiled, picked up a towel, and tossed it over her shoulder. As they walked away they took one another's hand and walked hand in hand toward the dunes. "She is lovely," Julia said. "Keith noticed her right away. He is partial to blonds. I hope she likes oral. Giving head is his specialty," she said.

"Oh, she likes to lay back and let me eat my way to happiness," I said.

"You've never swung before?" she asked.

"Came close once, but no. We never have," I said.

"You take to it well," she said.

"It is not hard to do with a good teacher," I said squeezing her hand."

"I do like fucking," Julia said. "We first traded with my sister and her husband. We even got into watching and my sister and I put on a show for the guys. Her pussy is a banquet and I learned to eat pussy dining on my younger sibling during college."

"You have a close family?" I asked.

"I do. My brother fucked me on my eighteenth birthday," she said casually, as if describing a walk in the park. "My cousin taught me to suck cock. He got me addicted," she said with a smile. "Back home, in our group, I am known as a fine cocksucker," she said without embarrassment.

"Your family close?" she asked, clearly meaning sexually.

"No. I have only brothers," I said.

"That's no problem. Keith and his brother give each other head jobs all the time," she said without uneasiness. "Sex is just pleasure. Doesn't matter who gives it."

"I have never met anyone so comfortable

about sex before," I said.

"Well, it helps to be raised by hippies," she said. "I lived in a commune until I was twelve." Then she looked at me and smiled. "Do you think Claire could be interested in a little 'feminine dining'?"

"You mean eating pussy?" I said.

"Put bluntly. Yes," she said. "I love the feel of a clitoris in the morning," she said, "almost as much as a cock. You think she would?"

"I don't know," I said. "I didn't know she would fuck someone on a crowded beach," I said. "This trip is teaching me many things I didn't know, about my wife and myself, maybe life. She just might. I don't know."

"I think I could convince her," Julia said confidently. "What I saw on the beach makes me think she'd be up for a lot of things she hasn't done before," she said. "Mind if I try?"

"Be my guest," I said. "I'd love to see her sampling a little pink snatch some afternoon. Maybe Keith and I could watch."

"He loves to watch," she said nodding. "He is an absolute voyeur. Watching porn is an Olympic sport to my husband," she said. "Seeing me eat another woman's pussy is heaven on earth to Keith," she added.

That night I asked Claire about her day with Keith. "It was heavenly," she said. "I loved being fucked in the warm sun in front of all those people. Having him slip in and out of me with an audience was far sexier than I ever expected," she said.

"Julia was asking me if I thought you would be up to eating some pussy," I said.

"Hers?" she said. "When I first saw her naked she made my pussy wet. I would love to taste the lady from Detroit," she said. "I never even thought about that before, but on this trip I would love to taste a little pussy juice. Listen to me. I sound like a whore in San Francisco Bay when the fleet is in."

"I like that sound, especially coming out of my wife," I said. "Keith is a watcher," I said. "Would you eat her for an audience?"

"I'd eat her on tv," she said. "If he wants to see me eat his wife, tell him to pull up a chair. We are going to dinner with them tonight. Maybe for dessert I could have a little cherry pie Julia."

"Could I watch as well?" I asked.

"Bring your friends," she said. "On this trip I am finding myself. I guess I am more than a bit of an exhibitionist. You've got me hot talking about eating pussy and performing for spectators. Your little wife is a sex fiend," Claire said.

"I just fucked a man on a crowded beach," she said, "and got horny doing it. Can you believe it?" I told her I believed it now, that I was pleased she was having such a good time on this trip, and that I liked the person she had discovered.

That night we met Julia and Keith at the only restaurant at Cap d'Adge that requires you to dress for dinner. It was a high class restaurant and asked for some kind of covering, at least in the dining area. Julia wore a short summer dress with obviously no underwear, sheer and tight, and Claire wore a kaftan with sandals and her hair in a ponytail.

"And of course," said Claire as she looked over at Julia, "it would be my first, but I would love to taste your lovely little pussy." As we ate, Claire and Julia kept watching one another. They had sat at a corner of the table and were touching knees and often reached under the table and took one another's hand.

The fact that my wife was playing kneesies with another woman was driving me crazy with lust and the desire to watch them go further later was testing my resolve. I would glance over to Keith and nod at the ladies and smile. He would grin back and raise his glass in tribute.

After dinner we had scheduled a moonlight boat ride and as we sailed through the night the ladies sat together and held hands. I had never seen Claire so obviously hot and, except for when she was fucking Keith on the beach, so clearly unbothered by doing it in front of others. It was not unusual in France to see two woman kissing or showing open affection, but in a foursome with two men being there with them was uncommon.

It was clear that they intended to act out their desires later. I was turned on all night watching them. When we got off the boat, the woman stood on the dock and kissed, not caring that people were watching them. It was clearly one of the sexiest kissing sessions I have ever seen.

We drove as fast as the speed limit would allow to get back to their cabin so the ladies could get horizontal and put lips to pussies so we could watch. Keith and I were both obviously completely turned on by the prospect.

We were all, of course, naked, and at one point Claire put one hand between her legs and moved her finger slowly over her clit as she sat holding Julia's hand.

"You ladies look like you have something else in mind later tonight," one man said to them as he watched them while they sat on the boat. "We do," Claire said, still holding Julia as they sat together by the sail. "It shows?" my wife asked him.

"Like a neon sign at night," he said.

"That's good," Julia said, kissing my wife after her reply. "I plan to eat this lady all night," she told him.

"I wish I could watch," he asked in accented English.

"Follow us home and you can," my wife told him. He looked at me, as if asking if it was really all right.

"She invites who she likes to watch her," I said. "We are staying at the Mediterranean," I told him. "You want to follow us, then you're welcome to join the show," I said.

"I would love to," he said. "Le femme love is wonderful to watch. I will call my wife and tell her I will be late. We both like watching good girl-on-girl," he said.

We got in our rental car and drove to their cabin and watched him in our mirror to make sure we didn't lose him. His name was Jacque and he lived close by in a city just a few miles from the coast. Often he and his wife visited Cap d'Adge. They were in an open relationship, as are many French couples, and both had sexual friends of their own, and they were also, of course, nudists.

He parked next to us and followed us to Keith and Julia's cabin. He seemed to know the protocol of watching and took a seat and quietly sat back to watch, crossing his calf over his knee.

Claire and Julia went to the bed and stood next to it kissing. Then Claire helped Julia onto the bed and got into a sixty-nine position, with both women at the other one's sex. Claire took some time admiring her new friend's slit, then slowly moved her head forward and kissed Julia's pussy, lingering there to taste and suck her girlfriend's flavor from her sweet petals.

Being an old hand at cunnilingus, Julia put a hand next to each side of Claire's pussy and opened her up by moving her hands apart. When Claire's labia were separated, splayed wide open, she reached her tongue into my wife's opening and curled it up to catch some of the sauce produced by her lady lover's sex.

Claire sighed as she was being eaten by her new friend. She brought her knees up and opened her pussy by spreading her legs as far as they would go.

"You taste wonderful," Julia muttered. "I could eat this pussy all night," she whispered.

Claire then put her entire mouth over Julia's pussy lips and began sucking like she loves me to do to her. Julia put her hand on top of Claire's head and pulled her face against her wet pussy petals.

Then Julia pushed one finger into Claire and began moving it in and out slowly. As she moved her finger back and forth at the same time she began licking up and down my wife's vulva, making sure not to go too fast with her tongue to miss any of it from top to bottom.

Claire began to howl as her orgasm started to build deep in her chest. Julia then put a hand on each of Claire's thighs and pushed my wife's legs apart, opening her even more, pushing her tongue hard against my wife's clitoris.

I noticed Jacque had taken out his cock and was jerking himself off as he watched my wife and Julia eat one another. He obviously was enjoying the exhibition. The women were only focussed on one another, of course, and seemed oblivious to us being in the room. She had never had sex with another woman, and before our trip to southern France she'd never had sex with another man since we were married, but the trip had introduced her to nudism, swinging, and same-sex oral lovemaking, and it was clear she liked them all.

After we landed at LAX and returned home, we kept in contact with Keith and Julia. Three months after getting back they decided to relocate to California and moved into our guest room the day they landed in Los Angeles.

We have become one family, living in one house as polyamorous, and it has been very successful and fulfilling. Keith and I consider both women our wives. We alternate bedrooms a few times each week, and each of us has clothes in each closet. The women sleep together regularly and are completely bi at this point. We often have sex many times in one day.

Our trip to the naked city in the south of France changed our marriage, completely altered our outlook on sex, and certainly transformed our lives. The four of us have gone back three times to Cap d'Adge over the years, and we have stayed in touch with Jacque, who has come to visit us with his wife, Maria, in California the summer after our first European adventure. We are committed nudists, often engage in swinging, and are completely committed to our multiple marriage.

We had wanted to take a trip that was different and interesting and could enlighten us about different cultures and ways of thinking, and that is surely what we got. We are different people now, committed to two others we hadn't even met when we married. It just goes to show you how life can, totally by accident, change in an instant and add surprises that you never could have anticipated. Sex is such motivating factor in all of that, and it is now an essential aspect to all of our lives.