4 comments/ 48780 views/ 8 favorites I'm Bored By: graynsam It was now the middle of June, and May had been a lousy month. It just had not stopped raining, most unusual for this part of the world. Normally the sun comes out at the beginning of May and apart from a very few showers now and again it does not rain again until the end of September. Every one, including me, was fed up and could not wait for summer to finally arrive. However, I am beginning to think that it might just have happened. The sun has been out for the last week or so and at long last the temperature is rising. Last Monday I was talking to Helen, a local doctor's wife, over a glass of Rosé wine at our local bar restaurant. "You know," she said, "this place is getting more and more boring, and I do not mean just the lousy weather, but life in general. Meeting you for a glass of wine has become the highlight of my day." "I'm so pleased that I fulfil a function!" I told her. "I did not mean it like that, Frank. It is always nice to see you but you know what I mean. I seem to have got into a deep rut. I know and I do understand, and of course you are forgiven." We often had conversations like this, and I guess we are just easy in each other's company. "These days Jean-Paul just does not want to do anything other than work," she continued. "He is always much too tired to even come out for a drink." "I know. My wife is just the same. She just wants to sit around the house." I told her. Then Helen said that there must be something we could do around here other than drink wine - perhaps try something new, naughty and exciting. "What type of thing do you have in mind?" I asked. "How naughty, how exciting? " "I really don't know," she replied. "Have you any ideas? " "Well, if you want to be naughty, how about a trip to Cap d' Adge?" I asked her. "What?" she said, "To the nudist beach?" "It's not just a nudist beach - it's the biggest purpose built nudist complex in Europe. It has hotels, restaurants, shops, and the lot." "I don't know," came her answer. "I've never been naked in public, when I was a lot younger Jean-Paul tried to get me to go to a nudist beach but I was too shy. I'm not sure at my age I could get naked like that. But I did say I wanted to do something different, and this would be really different, and it would definitely be naughty!! Well I guess doing anything is better than sitting around here. Let me think about it." I thought that would be the last I would hear about it, but that was not to be the case. In fact the following day Helen phoned me, saying, "I've thought it over and although the very thought of getting naked in public frightens me to death, and as I have never ever done anything like it, and because the very thought of it really excites me at the same time...." "Helen, you are rambling." I laughed. "Whoops! I'm sorry, but, can we really go? "she asked. Of course we can if you really want to." I told her. "Have you been before?" she asked, and I replied that I had been quite a few times. I told her that it was fun and could be a hell of a turn on if you wanted it to be. She asked me what I meant by that. I told her that some people dressed or, if you preferred, undressed to be sexy, with everything designed to be seen. I said that those who do dress up are real exhibitionists. "Oh Frank, you've got to tell me more," she said excitedly. "No way!" I laughed. "If you want to know more you will have to come and see for yourself." Her reaction was to ask when we could go and suggested tomorrow. I told her that it was not possible, as I would be very busy tomorrow, but I said that I could make Wednesday if that would be ok. Her reply was that it ought to be O.K., but that she needed to find an excuse for Jean-Paul." I'll give you a call in the morning to make the arrangements." She added. I should explain that we are both in our 50's, and neither of us is what you would call fit, but we are both quite trim in our own ways. Helen is what you call naturally slim. She always dresses very well without being over the top, what we would call chique in this part of the world. She likes skirts over trousers and say's they are cooler and more suitable in our climate. Although she appears to have nice tits, they seem to be quite small. I have never seen them so I cannot comment, well at least not yet!!! She is not tall - about 5' 3", and all in all she is very kind on the eye. As for me, I'm Frank. Although I'm married and still live with my wife we just do not share the same interests any more, and as for sex that is mostly a thing in the past. So I have made my own arrangements in that department for some time. I am 5'9" tall, greying hair, slightly over weight, (a result of too much beer, probably!) It is a problem I share with a lot of my friends, I might add. We all live in the South of France, in the Languedoc region, about three-quarters of an hour from the Cap d' Adge and the sea. She moved here15 years ago when her husband moved his practice from London. I had sold my business in the UK, and decided to up sticks and look for a better life. My wife and I have lived here for the last 5 years, and I must say that I have not regretted the move once. The people are nice and the way of life is relaxed. The food and wine is (being French) excellent, plentiful and cheap. I keep saying that I am looking for a word that has a similar meaning to "mañana", but does not express that same sense of urgency! Helen and I met a couple of years ago at a party give by some mutual friends, and have been friends ever since. Hardly a day goes past when we do not meet for a glass of wine. However, nothing else has ever passed between us, although I guess that this could be about to change. On Wednesday morning I met Helen outside the bar as arranged. She was wearing a thin, lightweight cotton summer dress. It was white and very short with spaghetti straps. It was the sexiest dress I had ever seen her wear, and it was also obvious that she was not wearing a bra. As she moved towards the car her little breasts just swung slightly with the movement of her body. As I opened the door she slid gently into the car trying to keep the hem of her dress from riding too far up her thighs, and as she hit the car's cold air-conditioning her nipples became immediately erect. "Very nice," I said. She replied, laughing, "What -- me? The dress? Or the effects of the cold air?" "All of the above and a lot more," I replied. "I have never seen you looking so good!" "All these compliments so early in the day really do me good!" she said. "What a great way to start the day -- thanks!" "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Helen?" I asked her. "Of course," she said. "I would not have dressed like this to go shopping, would I? I figured that if I was wearing the minimum it would be easier to get naked!" Anyway, for the last two nights I have hardly slept for thinking about today. I have even spent time on the internet finding out more about the place. It appears to be a real turn on, a swingers' paradise, with an "anything goes" attitude. It said that the beach is totally nude and is split into sections, one for families, one for swinging adults, and one for gays and lesbians. It also said that in the swinger section people actually have sex on the beach in front of everyone and that groups of people stand around watching, masturbating and even being invited to join in. When I asked her reaction, she asked if that was really true. I told her that it was, end even more. "Frank," she said haltingly. "Can we go to the Adult section of the beach?" "If you really want to," I told her, "but why not wait until we get there and see how you feel. Believe me it will all be new and very different." As we drove I looked sideways at her in the seat of the car; and was amused to see that one of her shoulder straps had slipped down exposing the top half of her right breast, and her nipple was tantalisingly close to popping out as well. "Are you trying to cause an accident?" I laughed, but as she lifted her hand to put her dress back in place the top fell down completely exposing her whole breast. "Nice," I remarked, to which she replied, "Now, calm down and drive. You will have to wait till we get there to see the rest." "But tell me, Frank," she said. "What are you wearing underneath your shorts?" I told her that I was wearing absolutely nothing, and that I was going commando as they say. "But won't you need something to wear if we stop at a bar or restaurant?" she asked. "Not a thing," I answered. "The whole place is nudist. The only thing you need is a towel to sit on." Her reply was that she could hardly wait! When we arrived at the Cap I went to the service office at the gate to purchase two day tickets and a pass for the car. Having acquired a nice plastic card we headed to the entrance gate, swiped the card through the reader, and the barrier lifted, taking us into another world. Within seconds of driving through the gate Helen, said "Oh my god, look at that!" There was a couple walking along the road. He was naked, but she tottering along wearing "come-fuck-me" high heels, complete with a crutchless bright red butterfly thong, and topped off with rings in her pierced nipples. But her attention was soon taken by an elderly couple wobbling along naked riding their bicycles. This was swiftly followed by a stunning young girl in a totally see-through net dress. "Wow," said Helen. "I do not know where to look next - it's all so different. Please park quickly, I want to be part of all this." I managed to find a parking place beside the road not far from the beach. As I got out of the car I simply took off my shirt and threw it into the back of the car, Helen was horrified saying, "You are not going to strip here, are you? There must be a changing room somewhere." I just laughed, and asked her what I could possibly change into. "Oh, yes," she giggled. "Aren't I being silly?" She then just stood there waiting. I slid my shorts off and put them in the car with my back to her. "That's not fair!" she said, "Turn around!" So I teased her a bit then turned to face her. "Mmmm - nice cock," she said. "Stop that, or I'll end up with hard on!" I told her, "and that would not be nice, or at least it might not be appreciated just here." It was now her turn, so she took off the dress, letting her shoulder straps goes. It slipped gently to the ground, and stepping out of it she stood facing me in just a very small pair of lacy "boy shorts", totally transparent, and really not more than a very fine mist of cloth that left nothing to the imagination. It was plain to see, too, that she was completely shaved. "Can I keep them on for a while?" she asked. "It will help me adjust." "Of course you can." I replied. "A lot of women walk around in sexy lingerie as a deliberate exhibitionist act." "In that case perhaps I should just take them off then," she said, but I told her to leave them on and also to keep on your high heels. "Let's see what reaction you get!" I told her. "I must say that you look fabulous to me." She asked what we should do first, and I suggested we had a drink, pointing out a nice bar close by. "That's a good idea," she said. "It will give me time to cool off." We walked to the bar via a small shopping arcade, and Helen could not get over the array of shops varying from supermarkets and beach shops to those selling party clothes and lingerie of all sorts. The only common denominator was that everything was designed to show off flesh -- and not just flesh, but the "naughty" bits in particular. "Frank," she said. "This place just stinks of sex." "I know. It's why a lot of people come here, as I told you." "Oh, yes, but to see it in the flesh, so to speak, is very different; it makes it real. This is fantastic and is so much better than I thought." "You wait until later - you might decide than that you hate the place." I laughed, and then said, "Helen, gently turn and look over there. See that couple sitting over there? They have been staring at you since we arrived. Your "New Look"" is working, and as she turned around she said, "Oh yes, you are right!" And as we walked past them she whispered to me to watch as she bent down with her legs slightly apart to adjust her shoe, giving them a perfect view of her ass. I jokingly told her that she was a naughty bitch and that what she had done was not fair, but they surely got more than they had bargained for!! Now for that drink. We found a table with a nice view of the Parade to the beach. Couples in all shapes, sizes and ages strolled to the beach passing us as we sipped our drinks. Some were just naked, some of the women were wearing micro mini skirts, short enough to show their pussies with every step, some with small scarves tied around their waists but with the front open displaying their charms to all. Helen was amused. "Frank," she said to me, "How come that with all this on display you don't have a permanent hard-on?" I chuckled, and told her that I just had to try to hold back; reminding her that it was not only me, but that it was the same for all the other guys. "However, Helen," I laughed again. "I can tell that it is getting to you, though." "What do you mean?" she grinned. "Your knickers are soaking wet! I think it is time to take them off, don't you?" With that and without any apparent concern she stood up and slipped them off, at the same time moving her chair to face me. Sitting again with her legs apart she used her panties to dry her pussy, all the time looking me in the eye. By this time my cock was defiantly way past half mast, and I told her that she was a bitch for doing that on purpose. "I knew it would not be too difficult to get past your "I am so calm", barrier," she grinned. Leaving the money for the drinks on the table we got up, and hand in hand walked on to the beach. "Can we paddle along the tide line?" she asked, "It's so long since I got my feet wet." I told her that it was a good idea, so that her wet feet could match her dripping wet pussy, so she retaliated by hitting me and running off, shouting for me to chase her! But though I continued to stroll I soon caught up with her. She grabbed my hand and said that she could not get over the way people were just lying there on the beach with their legs apart showing off to anyone who walks past. No one seemed to care if you stared at them, as if it were a case of really is see and be seen. We had been walking for about 5 minutes when she said," Frank, what section of the beach is this then?" "Believe it or not this is still the family section," I told her. "Look down there", and I pointed to a bar at the back of the beach. "Well, just past that is the Adult section." Her response was to suggest we kept on walking, as she wanted to see for herself. As we continued two women came towards us. One had her nipples pierced, with a gold chain linking them and down to a chain around her waist, which in turn linked down to a ring in her pussy. The other had a long chain that appeared to originate deep inside her pussy with a charm attached to the other end swinging between her knees. Helen muttered that she had never seen any thing like that. She said that she had often wondered about a nice little ring in her nipple, and thought it might be a turn on, but she had never imagined that she would see something going even further than that, let alone on a public beach. "You wait. You will see a lot of piercings, and even men with big cock rings. I told her. "Now they do look painful!" We were getting close to the adult section when Helen stopped said, "Is that what I think it is?" At the edge of the water a girl was standing there playing with a very erect cock! "Oh yes," I said, "and it will get even better yet!" We moved towards the centre of the area. The beach was packed, with couples and groups lying so close to each other that it was difficult to navigate between the towels. On any other beach it would not have been considered comfortable having others so close but here it was all part of the game. Finally we saw a space, but we virtually had to step over bodies to get there. We spread out our towels and sat down. Helen nudged me to point out a girl giving a blow job, whilst nearby was a guy finger fucking his girl, and beyond that was a woman playing with two cocks at once! Wow!!!!! I told her, though, that it was still early yet, and that the action really had not begun, and that this was just a light aperitif to get people in the mood. "I don't know about that," she confessed, "but I am definitely in the mood, If you thought I was wet earlier I am positively dripping now." "Fantastic! You are pleased you came then?" I asked her. "Oh yes," she replied. "This is the most exciting thing I have done for years. The atmosphere is so full of sex I have never known anything like it. You're right again, though. This is not just for the young and fit, it is for people of all ages. That couple over there must be in their 70's and by the look of him still well up for it! I do hope I feel the same way at their age." "Will you be telling Jean-Paul, about this then?" I joked. "Not likely," she said. "Are you going to tell your wife?" "What, that I came here, or that I came with you?" I teased. Then I said more seriously, "She knows I come here now and again, but she definitely does not need to know about you, does she? Any more than Jean-Paul needs to know. " I then told her to turn over as she did not want to get burnt by the sun, and that I would rub some cream on for her. She handed me her cream, rolled over onto her tummy and I started to apply it between her shoulders, slowly working down to her bum, and not forgetting her sides with my hands just brushing the sides of her breasts. All the time she was quietly making small mewing sounds. When I reached her buttocks I stopped and moved down to start again at her feet. She murmured, "You bastard! I was enjoying that!" "Don't worry," I said. "There's more to come." I slowly applied the cream to both her legs working my way up her thighs. She was spreading her legs wider as my hand climbed higher, so that I and those around us had a clear view of her dripping pussy as my fingers brushed her now prominent lips which were blushing red with obvious excitement. She gave out a loud sigh, and again I moved my attention, but this time to her bum. All the time I was rubbing, squeezing and spreading the cheeks of her ass, and was even applying the sun cream to her tight little ass hole, murmuring something about her not wanting that t be burned, too! I slapped her ass firmly and then told her to turn over while I did her front. As she rolled over on to her back she saw that a number of people around her were watching intently. In fact, the couple next to us, an attractive 40 something pair, were mutually masturbating each other. She was gently sliding her hand up down his shaft, his cock not too long but very thick, while he had two fingers deeply buried in her pussy with his thumb rubbing her clit. She said, (in German, I thought), "Don't stop now!" "Helen," I asked, "are you comfortable with this? Do you want me to carry on?" "Oh yes, please," she cried. "This is getting better and better!!" "You don't mind the audience?" I asked. "No. I have never been so turned on in my life, so don't you dare stop now, you bastard." I started again with her hands and arms, massaging them and applying the cream as I went. After her arms I started on her chest, paying particular attention to her lovely small tits, squeezing and pulling at her nipples which were now at least an 1" long and very thick. She was starting to pant, and was obviously close to an orgasm, so I stopped playing with her tits to keep building the tension within her all the time, and moved down to her belly. Again she called me a bastard but this time loud enough for all to hear. It engendered small ripples of appreciation. I kept up the massage till I reached the top of her pussy, just brushing her mons, She was now pushing her hips up to force my hands towards her pussy, but again I stopped, starting on her legs once more. I'm Bored I was at the park with the kids. I'm a widower, with three small children. Young to be a widower, but these things happen. It was a nice day and I had the day off work, so I'd grabbed the kids from the childminder and taken them to the park, where they were now entertaining themselves. They'd be good for an hour or more, burning off all that young energy. After that we'd stop at MacDonald's for lunch before I headed home. Today, there was only one mother there besides me, with her two kids playing contentedly with mine while we just sat back and watched. I was feeling bored and wanted to do something to spice things up, so I turned to the woman and told her quite flatly, "I'm bored. Do you mind if we take some us time so that I can have sex with you while we're watching the kids?" She seemed to blink, turned to look at me and said "What?" as though she couldn't believe what she'd heard. I knew that she had as I speak quite distinctly, so I just waited while the message filtered through her disbelief and actually registered with her. Then she gave me a cold look and said, "No. Are you crazy?" "Not noticeably," I said. "Just very bored and hoping for an interesting diversion." "You're bored so you ask a stranger for sex in the middle of the park," she said, sarcasm oozing out. "That's right," I said happily, not noticing the sarcasm. "Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Is it going to work this time?" I asked hopefully. "No it's not," she snapped, looking away. Then her curiosity got the better of her. "Do you mean that that line actually works sometimes?" she asked. "Here in the middle of the park with kids all round?" "Sure," I said, "as long as we're careful." She obviously couldn't believe me, and it niggled at her. "You mean you've actually had sex here, in the park, with a mother, while her children are watching?" "No," I said. "If you'll look you'll notice the kids aren't watching. They're playing their own games and are ignoring us. As long as we're here they'll be happy." She was now really curious, sure I must be lying. After all, how could I possibly have sex here in the park in full view of the world. She kept her mouth shut for a while, trying to ignore me, but that itch to know was finally too strong. "How could you do something like that?" she finally asked. I laughed. "It's really quite easy," I pointed out. "If my prospective partner is wearing shorts or trousers we move around behind this seat and she leans against it. The seat covers her from the street and there are only fences behind us. Then I can just pull down her shorts or whatever and we have a little fun. If, like you, she's wearing a skirt it's even simpler. I just slide her panties off and then my partner can either sit on my lap while I'm on the seat or lean on the back of the seat. Then I only need to lift her skirt a little. Some women really like to have a little fun in the sun." She turned away from me and pointedly watched the kids playing. I let her watch for a while before saying, "I'm still bored." I thought she was going to continue to ignore me, but she had a slight flush on her face, and I knew she was feeling curious. "Have you really had sex here while watching the children?" she asked. "I have," I said, and ran a finger along her leg, starting at her knee and moving upwards. "Stand up," I told her, and she hesitantly stood while my hand snaked up under her skirt and slowly pulled down her panties, giving her ample time to object. When she didn't object I rose and casually moved her behind the seat, pushing her forward slightly to lean on it. Standing behind her my hand slid back up under her dress, stroking her behind and moving between her legs to stroke her there, as well. She was breathing hard now, her eyes fixed on the children playing, ignoring me. I nudged her foot slightly, hinting that she should move her legs slightly further apart. Still without speaking she opened her stance. Now I lifted the back of her skirt a little, inserting my erection under it, easing it between her thighs until it was lying along her slit, pressing up against it. For a few moments I just held it there, rubbing it lightly back and forth, generating those first early quivers of sensation. With no protest forthcoming my hands slipped between her legs again, parting her lips and letting my cock seek an entrance. She gasped as I moved slowly up into her, feeling herself stretch and adjust to me, accepting me into her. Once fully in her I rested for a moment, and then started moving slowly back and forth within her. I didn't want to rush things. In the open like this it would not be a good idea to have wild sexual gymnastics, so slow and steady was the order of the day. It didn't take long before she was pushing back against me, enjoying the feeling of being screwed in the park in the middle of the day. The unreality of the affair was exciting, turning her on and increasing her excitement. Before too long I was having to restrain her, making her slow down and enjoy a leisurely stroll in the park, not a heated run to a climax. I could feel she was feeling a little frustrated, enjoying the movement but wanting to go faster, and the gentleness I was enforcing upon her was driving her wild with need. She was making funny noises, wanting to yell her excitement but not daring to in case the children came over to see what was happening. Her frustration level must have been sky high before I finally started accelerating, driving harder and faster and finally lifting her over the hump. She finally came at about the same time as me, her inner muscles clamping over my cock and holding it tight, not wanting to release it until the last drop had been milked from it. Breathing hard, I stepped away from her, easing around to sit down again, while she leant on the seat, breathing hard. Eventually she reached over and extracted her panties from my shirt pocket and I heard the rustle of cloth as she slipped them back on. Breathing hard she sat on the end of the bench, not looking at me. I relaxed and sat back, not feeling so bored. I'm Bored Ch. 02 "For those of you that have read the first part of this story and either loved it or hated it I hope that you will all now enjoy reading part 2. I would like to point out that these stories are in the large part true and all of the incidents I have described have actually taken place but not necessarily all on the same day. For those of you who are thinking about going to Cap d' Agde, I would point out that all these incidents took place during June/July 2008. As the season progresses, particularly in August, mounted Police can patrol the beach and the dunes; and be warned: - it is illegal to have sex in public in France. Often large fines or even prison sentences are given. However, after 6pm when the Police go home, 'Play' starts again in earnest". * My friend Helen, a local Doctor's wife, and I both live the Languedoc region of Southern France. We met at party a couple of years ago and have been firm friends ever since. Ever since then, too, we have seen each other two or three time a week for a glass of wine or, if we have time, lunch. We are both long-term married and are comfortable with the fact, and neither of us has any desire to leave our respective partners. Up until recently our relationship has always been platonic, but that all changed when she told me that she was bored and wanted to put some excitement back into her life. A week or so ago I took her to the nudist and swingers resort of Cap d' Agde, and what we saw and did together on that day has changed both our lives for ever. Just over a week after Helen's first trip to Cap d' Agde, she and I were having lunch at one of our normal venues when she said; "Angie has called me a couple of times in the last week. She and Walter are really missing us. I know we have only met them once but we all shared so much that day. I feel as if they are old friends and they seem to think the same way. She called me again this morning to remind us we promised to come to lunch soon, so are you doing anything tomorrow? Can we go? " "Well," I said, "I really don't have any urgent work at the moment. That is there is nothing that cannot be put off for a few days at least. So, I guess there is no real reason why not. I'll just have to check with my wife that she has nothing planned. Hang on; let me give her a call." Putting the phone down I said that she had nothing planned and was fine about it. As usual she did not even ask me where I was going. I just muttered something about work and not getting back till after dinner. "I'm willing to bet, though, that you have already found an excuse for Jean-Paul? " I asked her. "Yes, of course," she replied. "He is never normally a problem these days. As you know I have to virtually make an appointment to see him. I am getting to be just like one of his patients. I told him that I am going to Beziers, for a bit of retail therapy with the girls. I even told him that we would be having dinner on the way home, so we do not have too rush to be home particularly early either." "Well, I guess we are all set." I said to her. "You had better call Angie & Walter and let them know we can come and see them tomorrow, if that's still OK with them. They were of course delighted and we arranged to them meet at Café 1664 on the edge of the Heliopolis Commercial Centre. It is a place to sit, have a drink, see and be seen. It is on a little cross road (path) so people parading in and out of the Commercial Centre, together with those coming and going to the beach can be seen. Altogether it is a true voyeurs' paradise. After a lovely lunch and a few glasses of the local rosé wine I said my goodbyes to Helen, giving her as always in public a very respectable kiss on the cheek (or, to be precise, three kisses in the French manner), arranging to pick her up at ten o'clock the next morning. Luckily none of our friends have any idea of the other side of our life. The next morning she was already waiting for me when I arrived, wearing another of her lovely sundresses. This one was sunflower yellow and buttoned down the front, and was quite short. As I could see two sets of fine shoulder straps it was obvious that she was not braless this time, although her little tits still moved gently under her top as she walked towards the car. As she got into the car the air con played the same tricks with her nipples, popping them out immediately. She has the most sensitive nipples of any woman I have ever known. Chuckling, she said, "You do that on purpose every time I get into this blasted car", and reaching over she turned the air conditioning down a bit, but not too much. Unusually she was carrying a small shopping bag. "What's in the bag?" I asked. "My shoes," she said, pulling one out to show me. It was a strappy little sandal with wicked high heels. "I could hardly leave the house wearing these, now, could I? I bought them especially for today, together with the outfit I am wearing under my dress." "And what is that?" I asked to which she replied that I would have to wait and see. She said that Angie had phoned again yesterday afternoon and told her that she wanted them both to dress up sexily for today. I was definitely getting the feeling that the two had been up to no good, and asked what else they had arranged? "You will just have to wait and see," she said. "So turn off the radio, please. I need to talk seriously to you before we get there. I need you to be particularly patient and supportive to me today. I know you always are, but where I find myself in my life now is really all your fault." "My fault?" I spluttered. "Yes, naturally. If you had not brought me to the Cap in the first place I would still be the same old bored but fairly contented little housewife that I was. At the Cap last week I was forced to come to terms with a side of me that I have never seen before. A side of me that I am afraid could take over completely, that is if I am not very, very careful. However, today I want you to help me to continue to explore the new Helen. And it goes without saying that I want you to explore it with me. I promise you that today is going to be another journey into the unknown for me. I know you have done similar things in the past but now it's my turn. I fully intend to try and do a lot of things that I have never done before. Please be at my side and whatever happens, don't get jealous and never forget that I will be going home with you." I reassured her that what ever she did would be all right by me and that I would help her experience anything she wanted. But also I would be there to protect her, but only if she needed me. She snuggled up against me kissing my cheek and said, "Thanks Frank. I knew that you would understand. Let's hope we both have a lovely day." It was typically another beautiful South of France day, with the clearest blue skies and not even a hint of cloud in sight. The temperature promised to be 28 degrees, and that going to be just perfect. The drive to Cap d' Agde took no more then 45 minutes, On arrival I popped into the security office, paid our entrance fee and acquired the plastic swipe card that got us and the car through the gates and into the complex. It did not take long to find a parking place in the street by the side of the marina. I got out of the car and stripped naked as usual, throwing my shorts and shirt into the back of the car, knowing I would have no further use for either of them until we went home. When Helen emerged from the car she had already undone the front of her dress, and had put on her new sandals. She turned to face me, opening her dress wide showing me that she was wearing a transparent lace teddy with four silk bows fastening the front, together with a matching minuscule thong that almost, but not quite, covered her pussy. In fact she had to adjust it as it had slipped between her pussy lips leaving them clearly on view on either side of the material. Just looking at her gave me an immediate erection, and a couple walking by gave us both a very loud "wolf whistle", naturally, also attracting the attention of a bunch of people who were sitting at the two bars opposite. "Come on Helen," I laughed, "We had better get out of here before we get arrested! " Throwing her dress in the car after my clothes she tottered off in front of me on her high heals, saying, "I think I should have practised walking in these first"! I just laughed and offered her my arm which she gratefully accepted. However, after about 200 metres she had got to grip with the shoes. She has a natural grace and balance and had learnt to strut slightly, just like a model on the catwalk. She looked absolutely fabulous, turning heads as we walked, and believe me it was definitely all I could do to keep my cock under control. As we emerged out of the shopping arcade of the Heliopolis Commercial Centre, Angie and Walter were already sitting at a table in the shade waiting for us. Walter took one look at Helen and like me his cock shot up without regard for those around us. He had to sit down quickly and cover it with his towel. I was in no better state as Angie got up to kiss me hello. She too was wearing a very sexy outfit. Hers was a matching diaphanous top with peep holes for her nipples and crotchless shorts with a fine gold chain around her waist. The outfit was fantastic and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Again, as with Helen's outfit, she had finished off with ridiculously high heeled shoes. Sitting down quickly I too had to place my towel in my lap. It is not really the done thing to get a boner in public places - at least during the day when kids are about, although it does happen a lot and very few people take any notice. It has to be said that it is not that unusual for some women in bars to flash their pussies at the guys just to force such a reaction. That being said, Walter and I calmed down enough to remove the towels and with cocks at a respectable half mast we managed to order some drinks. We sat drinking, talking and ogling the parade for an hour or so when Angie said, "Come on, let's go back to our place and have the lunch I promised you. I have been slaving over a cold salad all morning. Then after lunch, if you want, we can go to the beach." "Where is your apartment?" I asked. "Just over there," she said, pointing to the Heliopolis apartment building behind us. We are in the last block near to the sea on the third floor. We had only walked about 100 metres when Angie grabbed my arm panting and said, "I have to stop for a minute." Her face was also highly flushed. My immediate reaction was that she was not well. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Are you OK?" Helen came and took her other arm looking most concerned. "I am fine," she said. "I just had a lovely orgasm - that's all. " "What in heaven caused that?" Helen asked She replied, "I am wearing my love balls." "What are they?" Helen asked. "These," came the reply, pushing a finger into her pussy and retrieving a string which she pulled it out of her cunt, and out popped two silver balls about 40mm in diameter linked by a small chain. "Wow", said Helen. "They look amazing! How do they work?" "As you move, so they bang against each other and give you the most incredible feelings. I have been wearing them since I left the apartment this morning, and I must have come at least half a dozen times; I'm really surprised you did not notice, in fact every time I squeezed your hand in the bar I had had another one. " "They sound fantastic, almost too good to be true. Can I try them later?" Helen asked. "Of course," said Angie, "but on one condition - you have to let me put them in for you! " Walter and Angie had a lovely flat with a great view of the Mediterranean. Its main feature was a huge balcony that was really all part of the living area, and could be divided by huge sliding glass doors. Walter ushered us out on to the balcony where the table was already set for lunch. Angie had disappeared straight into the kitchen, getting the food out of the fridge. She had prepared a lovely salad with a multitude of different meats and cheeses. I was given the task of opening the bottles and pouring the wine. Helen was leaning over the balcony looking at the view when Walter snuggled up behind her and nibbled one of her ears and then proceeded to kiss the back of her neck. He told her to look down, pointing at a floor below where a threesome were "playing", with each other obviously in the middle of what appeared to be a huge fucking secession - all in plain view of anyone who cared to look down from above. What a turn on! Walter said,"You always have to remember that unless you open out the overhead sunblind you can always be seen from above, but just like on the beach we don't mind an audience, and in fact it is almost to be expected." "Oh fuck!" Helen said. "I have not yet had lunch and I am feeling so horny and so turned on. Look!" as she pushed her hips forward, "I'm already so wet my pussy is leaking juice down my legs." Walter ran his hand up the inside of her legs, and then licking her juice off his fingers he murmured with appreciation, "That's lovely!" At that moment I came back out and I handed each of them a glass of perfectly cold Picpoul de Pinet white wine, one of the finest wines of the region. They were really spoiling us. Helen took a sip, licked her lips and put her glass down. She knelt down between us and taking hold of both of our cocks, one in each hand, she proceeded to alternate between us, wanking and sucking our cock's one after the other. She even tried to get both our cocks in her mouth at once. It was the first time I'd felt another guys cock even if it was through my own. I had always been turned off by the thought in the past, and I must say it was not an unpleasant experience. Walter and I clinked glasses together, toasting each other. Excellent wine and a first class blow-job; what more could any man ask for? Angie came out of the kitchen laughing saying, "Hey Helen, leave some for me!" Helen also chuckled and kissed each of our dicks on the head, taking a little pre-cum from us both on her tongue. Then, standing up, she kissed Angie hard on the lips, pushing her tongue into Angie's mouth, transferring our juices to her. At the same time Helen ran a finger between Angie's other lips and let it slip it deep into her pussy. Suddenly, all thought of lunch was forgotten. Angie said to Helen that she thought that she said that she did not "Play", to which Helen replied, "Ah, but that was last week. A lady is always allowed to change her mind! But then again," she said, still chuckling, "No one has ever accused me of being a lady either! Up until last week I had never before been naked on a beach, let alone seen other people sucking and fucking right in front of me. Today I told Frank I wanted to be a new Helen. So you had better believe me when I say that I have left the old Helen at home, at least for today." All this time Helen still had a finger deeply buried in Angie's pussy, as she continued, "And today I want to be a day of firsts. For a start I have just sucked two cocks at the same time, and now I want to kiss your pussy, Angie, if that is all right. " "Oh, yes please," begged Angie, sitting back onto a chair and pushing her pussy forward over the edge and spreading her legs wide as she sat. Helen, still with her finger buried deeply, sank down on the floor in front of her and gently, hesitantly even, leaned forward as if first taking in the smell of another woman's essential scent. She then placed a small kiss just above Angie's clit and let her tongue flick out and swirl it around the growing bud which instantly popped out of its protective hood. Angie started to squirm in her chair, and her breathing becoming very ragged. Helen was now not only getting well into her task but obviously enjoying it! Removing her fingers from Angie's cunt she parted and pulled on her very pronounced pussy flaps, sucking each one right into her mouth. Angie by now was thrashing around screaming in German, her hands clamped on Helen's head pulling her tight against her cunt as she spasmed again and again. I poured Walter another glass of wine as we both drank and gently masturbated as we watched the show. By now Helen's ass was sticking up in the air wriggling around, her cunt continuing to leak, with her pussy juice flowing down the inside of her legs. I have never seen her so wet before, and that includes last week when I was finger fucking her on the beach in front of an audience, and boy, was she wet then! Walter turned to me and asked if I would mind as he pointed to Helen's ass. "Be my guest," I said. He put down his wine glass and getting on his knees behind her he took his cock and rubbed it purposefully up and down her slit, putting his fat cock head just at the entrance to her hole as if readying her for his rock hard length, when, without hesitation or bothering to look who was about to fuck her, she pushed back fast and hard taking his cock in one thrust. By now it was me that was beginning to feel left out. I was in serious need of attention myself, and my balls were beginning to feel as if they would burst if I did not get some relief very soon. The only available unused hole was Angie's mouth so it seemed a shame if not a waste not to fill it! I walked round to her head, stroking my cock and offered it to her, rubbing it over her lips. Her mouth opened almost in an involuntary action allowing me to slide straight to the back of her throat. Boy, could she suck cock! At one point she was also fondling my ball sack, and at the same time had a finger up my ass massaging my prostate gland. What a feeling, and although I tried very hard, believe me, I really did not last long. I filled Angie's mouth with squirt after squirt of my creamy spunk, but rather than swallow it immediately she lifted Helen's head from her lap, kissing her and swapping my come from mouth to mouth between them. The sight of this was just too much for Walter and with a loud grunt he shot his load deep inside Helen's cunt, then pulling, out allowing his spunk to mix with Helen's cunt juice as it ran down the inside of her legs. The insides of Angie's legs were in no better state, either. Angie said we should all go and get in the shower to clean up. Helen replied that she could go if she wished, but that she wanted to wear her juicy covering with pride when we walked down the beach. Angie said that she guessed that that would mean no shower for any of us, and forecasted that we should make quite a sight! At least we had licked the guys clean! As we broke apart to calm down there was a polite ripple of applause from the balcony above, and on looking up we could see an elderly couple who must have been well into their 70's. As they turned away he was pulling at her surprisingly firm nipples I can only assume, and hope, that they had fucked as well. Helen now said, "Well, after that I am now definitely hungry, and we cannot let all this food go to waste, can we?" Over lunch I asked Walter how long they had the apartment, to which he replied, "For ever." He said that his parents had bought it when Cap d' Agde was first built, and that when his father died it had been passed on to him in his fathers will. "I can never remember not being here," he said. "When I was a child we always came here for our holidays. My parents came a lot more often than I did - in fact several times during the summer and normally with friends of theirs. Often quite a party of them would come together, the others renting extra apartments. On those occasions I was never allowed to come and I always had to go stay with my grandparents. It was years later after my eighteenth birthday that I found out that my parents were swingers, as were the all the friends they brought with them, and finally I was allowed to join in. It was my parents who introduced me to the "Adult" part of the beach. I'm Bored Ch. 02 "Not only that," added Angie, "but when Walter and I were engaged and we came here for a holiday with his parents for the first time, they introduced me to the beach as well. But at least I was well prepared in advance as Walter had told me what was likely to happen. It was definitely the best holiday I had ever had." "Hell, Walter, that must be quite some story," I said. "I guess it must be," he answered. "I had never thought about it in that way before - it was just normal to me. You never know I might tell you both the story some day. But it will have to be when we have a lot of time on our hands. Yes, thinking about it, it will take a lot of telling. I think it would be best told in the winter in front of a log fire, with a lot of red wine." "It sounds not only intriguing but a most unusual story. I would love to hear it one day." I said. "Oh it is," Walter said. "Trust me!" Helen broke the mood asking if we could go to the beach now as we had all finished eating. "And why not?" said Angie. "Let's leave the washing up. We can always do that later. However, Helen, before we go I have to insert the love balls." "Oh, yes please," Helen said excitedly. "I had forgotten about them. But, Angie, please let me feel them first though," and resting them on her hand she said that they seemed to be moving on their own! Angie told her that it was because they were filled with mercury, which acts like a little wave inside the ball, so that even when you are hardly moving the balls will still move and bang against each other. "Are you ready, then?" she asked Helen. "Come on then and let me put them in for you." Helen sat back on her chair and spread her legs, pulling her knees up to leave herself wide open. Angie further opened Helen's cunt with her fingers, popping first one ball inside and then the others, leaving the bit of string hanging out. Looking down Helen said, "You had better put the string in as well; otherwise it will look as if it's the wrong time of the month for me." So, tucking the string away, Angie gave Helen a little kiss on her clit, stood back and pulled Helen out of the chair. "Wow!" Helen said, and promptly sat back down. "That's crazy! It feels like I have half a dozen fingers in me all moving at the same time. I am not sure that I can walk with these in me." "Come on, give it a try, Angie laughed. "Believe me - it only gets better." "That's what I am worried about," giggled Helen. "I am never going to make it to the beach without coming." "I know," agreed Angie. "That's why they are so great. Just let yourself come when ever you want and we will help you if you need us." Helen made it out of the apartment and as far as the lift before she had to grab my arm and started shaking. "Oh Shit! -- Oh Fuck!" she said. "That's fantastic." We got her into the lift and Walter pushed the buttons for the lift to stop at all of the floors. "Oh, no! You bastard!" laughed Angie. "You did that on purpose!" Helen was about to ask why when the lift came to an abrupt stop, sending the balls crashing into each other. "Oh shit!" she said. "That's not fair!" "It is OK, we all said. "There are only two more floors!" By the time we made it down the beach to the Adult section Helen looked wrung out and her body was constantly shaking. I really do not know how many times she had come, but she said that she really needed to sit down, and if she were to enjoy the rest of the afternoon these fucking balls would definitely have to come out. We found a place with just enough room to place our towels, and as usual were surrounded by couples and groups of all ages, and all here for the same reason to have sex in public. The atmosphere was electric. Still standing, Helen turned to me, spread her legs, and pushing her hips forward said, "Please, Frank, take the balls out for me." I slipped a finger into her pussy, and I must admit that I spent more time than was strictly necessary fishing around before I retrieved the string. By now we were being watched by about a dozen people, so I gently pulled the string, letting first one ball pop out closely followed by a second. Helen gave a loud sigh and fell down on to the towel to be greeted by huge hugs and kisses from Walter and Angie. Still being watched I sucked each ball clean then gave a little bow, all to the amusement to the crowd. I was about to remark that the beach was quiet this afternoon and that nobody around us at least, was "playing", when an older couple right next to us decided that someone had better liven things up. She bent over him spreading her legs and sticking her ass in the air; taking his flaccid cock in her mouth and started a very skilful blow job. I guess by her age she had learnt her skill well. She soon had him hard which she proudly displayed to everyone before moving over him and slipping it into her cunt. It was an impressive fuck, and quite where she got her energy from or he his stamina I do not know, but she bounced up and down on him for a good 15 minutes before he shot his load. As she climbed off his seed was clearly dripping from her pussy. To the front of us two young girls, ignoring their men, proceeded to get into a full-blown lesbian love session, starting in a 69 position, kissing sucking and of course fingering each other. At one point they were kneeling away from each other linked by a huge double ended dildo. A woman who had been sitting near by decided to join in, and was sawing the dildo backwards and forwards between them, slamming it forcefully into each of their cunts in turn as the girls screamed out for more. What a sight! With all this going on it was difficult to know where to look. Helen was sitting between my legs facing way from me so that I could play with her tits, and so I slid my hand over her belly to get at her ever-so wet pussy, with my cock wedged straight up her back. Walter and Angie were sitting by the side of us in the same manner, allowing us both to finger each of the girls at will, whilst all the while of course we watched the entertainment. Or were we the entertainment? - You just never know. Sitting next to us on the other side was what turned out to be a young American couple who looked to be in their early 20's. She was dark haired and fairly petite but with fair sized tits while he was built like a brick shit house rugby player. But his most impressive asset was his cock. Both Helen and Angie were swooning at the sight of it - it was truly huge, and was at least 12" long and as thick as a woman's wrist. His wife needed both her hands wrapped around it to wank him! Both Helen and Angie asked how that little woman ever got that thing inside her, remarking that it seemed just too big! It turned out that they were on honeymoon and she was fiercely protective; no one was going to be allowed to even touch it, let alone go any further. And believe me - a lot of women tried. One even pleaded with both of them to let him fuck her, or at least to just slip it inside so she would forever know how it felt. But the answer was always a firm no. All the time he had a resigned look on his face, so I guess he knew precisely what he was missing. Instead they both sat there taking in the scenery, with her slowly rubbing his mighty shaft. Every time he even came close to coming she let him rest for a minute, but then resuming again before he had a chance of going soft. When at last she did let him come he shot what seemed to be gallons of spunk. It went everywhere, all over her hair, face and tits, and also much to the enjoyment of the woman sitting on their other side it splattered all over her as well. She was content to wipe it up with her fingers and shovel it into her mouth. The four of us then decided it was time to go for a swim, so Angie grabbed me by my hard dick and led me to the sea, closely followed by Helen pulling Walter along in the same manner. I'm not sure how that would have gone down on Brighton Beach, but hard cocks really are common place here. We fooled around in the sea for the next half an hour or so, either in a group or swapping partners at will. You never knew who was playing with you unless you looked, or felt for that matter. In one instance I was trying to finger Helen only to find that Walter had already got his cock in her honey pot, but not that that stopped me as I managed to get two fingers in as well! That was until Angie wrapped her legs around me and literally sat on my cock, forcing it in all the way in one smooth movement. It was lovely. As we got out of the sea a crowd started to gather at the edge of the sand, so Helen dragged me towards it, not that I took much dragging! In the centre of the circle was a young couple, and he was finger fucking her with vigour whilst she was sucking his cock. All around the men were wanking their cocks, and some of the women were masturbating as well. What a horny sight! As the girl started to buck and scream a couple of the guys knelt down by her side and played with her tits. She came, squirting her juice over the hands of those who had reached out to catch it. She herself became coated with spunk as guy after guy tossed himself off over her. As you might imagine they received a huge round of applause before the crowd melted back into the beach. When we got back to our towels we resumed our positions with the girls sitting spooned in front of us but by now we had swapped partners. All the time the action was continuing around us, with people fucking, cocks being sucked and fannies fingered. Everyone was in a constant state of arousal, including us of course. Angie turned around to face me and pushed me flat on my back, and after both she and Helen had taken turns sucking my cock she straddled me, allowing Helen, who was continuing to hold my cock, to stroke it between her pussy lips. As Angie sunk down on to me Helen moved her attention to Angie's clit and my balls. How I held on I do not know but as Angie came Helen took her place. It was one of the most fantastic fucks I have ever had! We, too, had gathered an audience and also received a round of applause. By now it was starting to get quite late in the afternoon and we all needed a drink, so we picked up our towels and headed back to the same bar where we had met this morning but this time we were all naked. We found a table facing the bar and also the tables opposite across the walk way, whereupon Angie whispered into Helens ear, "Watch this!" as she spread her legs, aiming her pussy at the table opposite at which a middle-aged couple sat. Almost immediately the guys cock began to twitch, but he managed to keep it under control. Angie just smiled and, looking him in the eyes, she discreetly slid a finger between her pussy lips, parting them as she went. I don't think anyone else saw this other than the man and his wife. This time his cock reacted as intended, shooting straight up to attention. Angie had chosen her target well as he had an impressive member, which although nowhere near as big as the Yank on the beach, it was big by normal standards all the same. He certainly put Walter and me to shame. His wife, smiling, quickly threw a towel over it, then moved slightly to face us spreading her own legs and began flicking her clit. As you can imagine, neither Walter nor I could stave off the inevitable, and immediately both our cocks shot up standing proud, if disappointingly small by comparison, and only to have the girls cover them with towels as well. We all grinned, and then gave each other a slight bow and a silent round of applause before continuing with our drinks. Unfortunately the time came all too quickly when we had to say our good-byes and leave. Walter and Angie had to go back to Germany as their holiday was over in a couple of days and we would not be able to see them again before they left. Both girls had tears in their eyes, promising to keep in touch by email and Skype till we could all meet again when they returned in September. With our home situation, I am not sure if we will ever get the opportunity but "Skypeing" each other could be interesting as we both have web cams! A couple of weeks later I received a key to their flat through the post and an invitation to use it any time we liked. Now we are trying to work out how we can manage a night away, as the clubs and the night life here are even more outrageous than the beach during the day. I'm Bored I massaged and rubbed as I moved up to the top her thighs. By now her legs were fully spread and as I got closer to her honey pot she grabbed my hand and screamed, "Stop fucking about! and put your fingers in my cunt. I need to come badly." By now her clit was standing out from its hood like a small cock just crying out for attention. I slid first one, then two fingers into her cunt and started to finger fuck her, gently stroking and squeezing her clit with the other hand. I guess she must have lasted about thirty seconds before she came with a very loud cry of "Oh fuck, oh fuck!", as she shook all over and just came and came. In fact I think she may have passed out for a short while. As she came down to earth again she could hear a ripple of applause from those around. The German woman next to us said to Helen, but this time in English, "You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" "Oh yes," said Helen. "That was fantastic. I have never done any thing like this in my life before. Here I am the first time ever on a nudist beach. I have only been here an hour or so and already I have had one of the best orgasms of my life, and not just that, but in the middle of a crowded beach, and with an audience! And now here I am talking to you as if nothing has happened." Helen then proceeded to introduce us and they told us they were Angie and Walter, and that they came here several times a year just for this. "What do you mean by "just this"?", Helen asked. Angie looked astonished and said, "Why, the sex of course. There is nothing more exciting than having sex in front of other people, as well as watching others as we have just watched you. Also, if you are very lucky you might make some special friends to play with." Again Helen asked what she meant by "play". "I know I am being naïve, but you need to explain," she said. "Well, all the time Frank was massaging and stroking you with the cream I really wanted to join in and play with you, play with your tits and suck your nipples - they are so long and thick! And when he was fingering your cunt, how I would have loved to suck and lick your clit. And I know Walter would have changed places with me in an instant." "Oh Angie," said Helen. "I know what you mean; but this is moving much too fast for me. I think I need to cool down and get my head back together." "But Helen - what about your poor mans cock? He looks as if he about to burst; you must attend to him first. If you are too tired I can always suck off him for you." "That's a lovely offer," I said, "but I too need to calm down; if I come now I might miss out on what's to come later! " Helens asked what was to come later, and I told her that it all depended on her, and to wait and see. I turned to Walter and asked him to look after our bags whilst we went for a swim. When we returned from our swim about fifty feet away we could see a small crowd of people standing around. I told Helen to come with me to look, and when she asked what there was to look at I told her to come with me and see for herself. As we approached we could see three couples having sex with each other, with quite an audience. Two of the girls were 69-ing each other while two of the guys were fucking the girls from behind, occasionally pulling their cocks out to offer them straight to the girls waiting mouths. The other couple was just lending a helping hand, cock, or cunt as and when required: it was really crazy. The audience was just as bad with single guys wanking and couples openly playing with each other. I stood behind Helen with my arms wrapped around her, one hand playing with her long and sensitive nipples and the other lightly stroking her clit. My cock was now rock hard again and was pushed up her back between the cheeks of her ass, and as she reached behind herself and grabbed my cock I slipped it between her legs. It was wonderful. I was sliding in and out between her dripping wet pussy lips. I was in heaven, and as she rocked back the tip of my cock just popped into the opening of her cunt. "Mm, she sighed. "That's nice." How I did not shoot my load on the spot I will never know. "You had better watch out," I said, "or we will be the stars of the next show!" The show in front of us had now progressed so that one of the girls had a cock in her cunt and one in her ass and was sucking off the other guy while the other two women were sucking her tits. It was just too much for a lot of the watchers; guys were spunking off all over the place, and some women were groaning in orgasm. The show came to an end when the three guys tossed themselves off over the face of one of the girls, and she then sucked each of them dry in turn, with the other two girls licking her clean, licking the spunk off her face and tits. When we got back to our towels Angie asked if we had enjoyed the show, saying that the same three couples had put on a show every afternoon since they had been here. Helen said she had found it fantastically dirty and that she had never seen anything like it, saying that it felt like were taking part in a porno movie. "Did it turn you on so much, then?" asked Angie. She replied that I had been playing with her tits and had the head of my cock rubbing the entrance to her pussy. She said that once or twice I had even fucked her a bit, which was why my cock was still shiny and wet. By now we were sitting facing Angie and Walter, Helen with her legs spread giving them both a perfect view of her pussy. Angie leaned forward saying that she could see that Helen was excited, telling Walter to look at all the pussy juice leaking down her legs. Then, without another word she reached forward and ran just the tip of her finger over Helen's cunt, just spreading her lips apart, and covering her finger in juice she then offered it to Walter to suck. "That's was lovely cunt juice," he said appreciatively. Angie leaned forward again saying that she hoped that Helen would not mind if she tasted it, too," and with that and without waiting for a reply she once again ran her finger over Helen's pussy, but this time she slipped it all the way into her cunt and then inserted a second. When she pulled them out glistening with juice in the hot sunshine she popped them into her own mouth, sucking them dry herself. She then told Helen that she had the most delicious pussy juice she had ever tasted, and said that she ought to try some for herself. With that she put her fingers back into Helens cunt, only this time Helen leaned back against me whilst Angie finger fucked her to orgasm, finally offering her fingers to Helen to suck dry. All the while Walter was happily sitting and playing with his cock. "Oh Frank," sighed Helen. "What a day this has been! On top of everything else I have just had another woman, a complete stranger, finger me!! I really don't know what I should do next. I feel I should slow down or even call it a day and go home, but deep down I just don't want it to end. I'm like a kid with a new toy. I feel the need for more and more sex and even more new experiences." Angie took Helens hand and placed it on her own cunt, inviting her to reciprocate. "Angie, please," said Helen, "don't get me wrong. What you did to me just now was so lovely, but I have never had another woman touch me before and I never believed I would ever let another woman touch me let alone enjoy it. And Angie - I really did enjoy it! But I'm sorry Angie; I am just not ready to touch you, although part of me says I should and that we would both enjoy it. Please forgive me." She then asked me to take her into the water. Once in the sea she cuddled up to me and kissed me, forcing her tongue halfway down my throat, then pulling back breathlessly she said that was a big thank you for bringing her today, telling me that It had been such a long time since she had enjoyed herself so much. "I hope you don't think I have over stepped the mark. " I told her. "Helen, in all honesty I have loved to watch you opening up like a flower, letting go of the bored, reserved, even conservative housewife you were and watching a new erotic Helen emerge. That has been worth the trip on its own. But you must realise that things can never be that same again." "I know," she said. "I have a lot to think about." She then suddenly said, "Frank, up until now it seems that today has been all about me" and, reaching down into the water she found my cock, stroking it back to full hardness as she told me that I had been left out. With that she put her arms around my neck letting her legs straddle me and lifted herself up my body. As she was floating on the waves she put the tip of my cock at the mouth of her cunt and whispering as she slid down my shaft, "I badly need your cock now! Fuck me!" With that she let herself just float up and down on my cock, with the waves slapping us like a boat at a buoy. As the water went down so she bottomed out on the sand at times and I could feel top of my cock crashing into her cervix; and as the water rose she lifted till just the fat bell end was still inside. We must have stood like this for at least half an hour with her climaxing now again, each one slightly bigger than the last until it seemed that one just flowed into the next. I told her that I could not last much longer. "Don't come yet," she pleaded. "I want you to cum in my mouth," so we shuffled into shallower water where those around us could see her still impaled on my cock. She thereupon pulled herself off my shaft and slipped straight down onto her knees, taking my cock deep into her mouth as she went, sucking it with vigour. I called out almost immediately that I was coming, but far from stopping she sucked even harder. I just could not hold on any longer and shot load after load down her throat. As she pulled away a dribble appeared at the side of her mouth which she collected it up with the tip of her finger and put back in her mouth saying "I do not want to miss a drop - you taste so nice!" We staggered back to our towels, me feeling that my legs would not support me. "I'm getting to far old for this," I thought, but it was a fleeting thought knowing that I wanted a lot more of this most extraordinary woman. By now it was getting late in the afternoon and Helen said that she thought we ought to leave. We said our goodbyes with hugs, kisses and thanks to our new friends exchanging phone numbers. They told us they were staying for another 3 weeks and would love to see us again. They also told us that they had a lovely big apartment, and said, with a suggestive grin, that we ought to visit them for lunch. We both said we would love to and would give them a call to arrange something soon. Hand in hand we walked back down the beach towards the main complex. The beach parade had not lessened, nor had the erotic sights of the people we passed. Talk about eye candy, it was everywhere, Helen pointed to one lady with a mass of pussy rings and even a bell, and who immediately spread her legs for Helen to get a better look and even invited her to ring her bell. It really was time to go home. When we got back to the car Helen slipped on her dress, but this time minus her knickers, which she had lost somewhere during the day. She cuddled up to me and gave me a really big kiss. " "Frank, we can come again can't we?" she begged. "Of course we can," I replied. But don't forget we have agreed to have lunch with Angie and Walter." The only problem I can see now is what the hell we will do the next time she gets bored!