French Holiday Capers - Sex Stories

French Holiday Capers

I married my first Husband, Roger when I was nineteen. Roger was twenty-one, and I had been a virgin until I met him. Just like any young couple, we had sex at every opportunity. Roger was very heavily into roleplay and we acted out lots of different scenarios. Sometimes I'd pretend to be a hooker, but his favourite subject was that I'd just be a cheating wife. and he'd be my lover, not my husband.

One night during our role play, he asked me if I would really like to have sex with some other guy. I thought about it for a while and told him that I'd consider it, but not with anyone local or with any of his friends. We were soon to go to France for a holiday and I told him that If the opportunity arose while in France I'd take it. My revelation got Roger very excited and over the next few weeks, our roleplay featured me having holiday sex with a stranger. One thing that I did make clear to Roger was that If I was going to have sex with some other guy it would be in private and I wasn't going to perform with him watching me.

We flew to Nice on the tenth of July from Belfast City Airport. It was an early morning flight and we landed in France at nine a.m. We hired a car and drove to the hotel in St Raphael, where we were to stay for the next two weeks. We were shown to our room and then we went into town for some sightseeing. St Raphael is a small coastal town, with lots of restaurants and pubs. We had lunch and then did some shopping in a local market. I bought myself a ...

... thong bikini for the beach. Roger said that I wouldn't have the nerve to wear it on the beach, but I intended to prove him wrong.

We returned to our hotel later and downed a few drinks at the poolside bar. We were joined by Jude, who was from Walsall. He told us that he would be going home within the next few days. Jude was interesting and fun to chat to. He told lots of jokes and as the evening progressed, I realized that he was flirting with me. I made my mind up at that very moment that Jude was to be the guy who my husband was so desperate for me to fuck.

After we said goodnight to Jude, Roger and I returned to our room. I informed Roger that I had chosen Jude to be my second-ever lover. Roger responded by leading me to the bedroom and stripping me naked, before giving me a hard pounding. Then he did something that he'd never done before. After he'd shot his load inside me, he went down on me and licked every last drop of cum from me. I now knew that this was not a fantasy for Roger. he really did want me to be a slut for other men and have them use me. What I found strange was that I was now totally sold on the idea as well.

The next morning Roger and I got up early and drove to the beach. I put on my thong Bikini and lay on a towel. There were lots of women on the beach who were topless, so I took off my bikini top and lay on my back. I could see that Roger was excited, by the bulge in his swimming trunks. There was a group of French teenagers on the beach who ...