Probably there are many people who have not heard of Cap D'agde to give it the full name. It is a coastal town in the South of France. There is a small part of the town which is called The Naturist Village, it is self contained and gated. As the name suggests it is for naturists, but it also attracts a LOT of swingers. The naturist village offers accommodation for up to 40,000 people, half of which will be swingers.
We have been going to Cap for 15 years, sometimes twice a year, we have had loads of sexual fun there, but there is also a great social scene involved. We normally hang out with our Welsh friends, Geordies and Welsh seem to get on very well!
This is a mostly true story (some details have been changed to protect identities) about a birthday party held on the swinger's beach at Cap one summer a couple of years ago. In the story the word fanny means vagina not bum.
We were laid out naked on the swinger's beach with our friends Bill and Kate. Just people watching, the normal stuff at Cap, women sucking men, men fingering women, shagging, group sex, all out in the open on the beach.
The ice cream seller's trolleys standing just by the water's edge doing a good trade as normal.
"I'm off for an ice cream, anyone else want one?" asks John.
"Lemon ice lolly for me," I reply.
"Same for me please," from Bill.
"Kate, could I interest you in a something long and cool to suck on?" says John.
"Just a drink please, I'll keep the other offer for later."
As usual the beach is rammed with naked and fornicating bodies, so John has to pick his way very carefully to get to the ice cream vendors. On the way he stops to say hello to a few friends we know. Sometimes it's odd exchanging pleasantries with a couple that you know while they are shagging each other or in a group. But as the saying goes, "That's Cap!"
Returning to us with all the cool goodies he hands them out then tells us that some friends of ours are planning a birthday party on the beach for the next day and inviting a large group of people.
Because of the sheer number of people who go to the swingers beach if you go down there after mid-day you'll be lucky to find a space large enough to spread a couple of towels and get a parasol up. Or you have to find friends who are already there and join onto their space.
"How on earth are they going to keep enough space to get twenty or thirty people together in one spot, as the most people won't arrive till after mid-day?" I wonder out loud.
"Ah well, as it's Trudy's birthday, Jim has gallantly said he would come down to the beach at ten in the morning with a load of big bath sheets and make a space about five yards square. Then he will stay there with a few cans of beer till the party gets started." John informs us all. "We'll all have to bring beer or wine, a few snacks maybe some spirits. Should be a good laugh.
That news about the party seemed to perk us all up from our relaxed mood. John climbed over Kate till he was sitting on her stomach and proceeded to rub ice-cream into her nipples which caused her to start squealing and trying to buck him off her. Bill and I took one of her legs each, pulled them apart and I rubbed my lolly up and down her fanny, making sure her clit was well rubbed.
"You Bastards!" Kate shouts, trying to wriggle away from the sudden coldness. I see John rubbing ice-cream on his cock end and presenting it to Kate's mouth.
"Here you are, as promised something cool to suck on."
"And I have something cool to slip into," adds Bill as I guide his cock into his wife's nicely cooled fanny.
Another normal day on the beach at Cap!
The next morning at 9-30 we saw Jim staggering to the beach loaded with a beach umbrella and lots of bath sheets, Trudy was walking alongside carrying a coolbox.
"You still alright for the party?" she shouts at us.
"Absolutely, see you there later." I shout back.
"John, you head off to Snacky's and get a couple of baguettes for the beach, chicken would be nice, and if the woman behind the counter flirts with you again, just invite her to the party!"
By the time John returned I had been in the shower, made sure everything was shaved smooth and sorted out the stuff to take to the beach. As to what to wear, that's easy, we go naked!
"Do you want me to take any wine," John asks me, "And what about condoms?"
"Well, I'll have some cider and lager to drink, take extras for other people and best take a couple of condoms just in case." I said after giving it some consideration. "Don't forget the snacks to hand round also."
"OK, we'd best be off to the beach, I've got everything you asked for, plus Brown Ale for me and even thought about a couple of bin liners for the rubbish. Am I good or what?" John says while putting the last of the beer in the backpacks.
As usual when arriving at the swinger's beach all you can see is a forest of beach umbrellas. Looking under and to the sides of the nearest ones everyone is naked and either reading, listening to personal music devices or just lying out in the sun.
"Can you see Trudy or anyone we know?" I ask John.
"No, but I'll guess they must be near the middle of the beach and not far up from the water's edge. Probably in line with the middle ice cream trolley. Let's go down to the waterline, walk along and hopefully we'll find them."
Walking along the waterside and looking up to the beach we see a few people playing with each other, one couple having energetic and loud sex, watched by a few single men who have gathered. Normally the full sex doesn't start till later in the afternoon, they must have been randy!
"There they are, follow me, I think I see a route through the beach umbrellas." John leads the way and thankfully without standing on anyone we make it to the party.
A chorus of greetings are exchanged as we find a bit of space on the bath sheets and started arranging ourselves and getting the beach umbrella up. Looks like most people have turned up already, not much space left in our area. I think about twelve couples, maybe six single guys and two single females, all are in the 40 to 60 year old age group.
"Anyone wanting a beer or cider?" I shout, "still cold out of the fridge."