After a nice session by the hot tub at our Gite in France, me playing with Jenny's tits, she sucking my cock then demanding I "eat" her pussy; we headed for the shower to clean up before her husband, Bob, and my wife, Jan returned from a shopping trip. The Gite had a main living room around which the two bedrooms – each with an en-suite – and the kitchen/dining room were set. The deck with the hot tub was like a veranda off the living room. Jenny led me by the hand to their en-suite – with a generous wet room shower. We stood under the warm refreshing spray, recovering from our sex session. Once cooled off, Jenny turned off the water and began soaping me all over, then I returned the favour; enjoying the sight of her lovely naked body, and giving special attention to her tits, and pussy. She leant against the shower wall and spread her legs so I could finger her pussy. I kissed her – pushing my tongue into her mouth, our tongues sparring while I fingered her. I was easily able to insert three fingers up her cunt, and reach for her g-spot – she really liked that. She began stroking my cock once again. “Your cock’s not as thick as Bob’s, but I think your’s is just as long, maybe a fraction longer.” This she said as she studied my member in her hand, although it was not really responding with an erection. Conscious of the time, and that the others might be back in less than half an hour, we turned on the water, washed off the soap, then dried ourselves using Jenny’s towel. We had left our clothes on the deck, and strolled out to dress, before the others returned. Jenny resumed her place on the sun-lounger, still topless, while I busied myself in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch for the four of us. It was almost another hour before we heard the sound of the car, Bob and Jan returning from their trip. Jan came in first, and brought the shopping into the kitchen. They had succeeded in buying all the supplies, and more prescription pills for Jan. Bob appeared with more bottles of wine. “Where’s Jenny?” he asked. I told him she was on the sundeck. Our eyes met, he winked at me, and grinned. While I put the shopping away, Bob and Jan helped themselves to a glass of wine and went out on the sundeck. It was a few minutes before I joined them – they were all sat in sun loungers, Jenny still topless, Jan had changed into a bikini and Bob into swimming trunks. We relaxed and chatted about their trip to town, but nothing was said about Jenny being topless. It was soon time for lunch, which I had set out in the kitchen/dining room, being cooler and shady. Jenny put her top back on for lunch, then afterwards took it off and went for a spell in the hot tub. Jan joined her but still wearing both halves of her bikini, and they were chatting, but I could not make out the words. Bob and I sat in the sun and chatted, and I dozed (too much wine). I woke and the afternoon was almost over, the sun dropping in the sky and cooler, but it was still humid. The hot tub was vacant, so I dropped in for a soak. Jan appeared and joined me in the tub. “We’re all off the beach tomorrow.” She informed me. “Jenny and I felt that we needed a change from the Gite. Are you OK with that? It is a way to go, and you will have to share the driving”. Driving was not a problem, but I was intrigued where this idea had come from, and so I prodded a bit to find out. “Oh, Jenny suggested it.” Jan told me. The next morning was Saturday and very early for this holiday, we set off for the coast, 90 minutes later we arrived. Bob found a spot behind the sand dunes just off the road and parked the car. We got our beach gear together and over the dunes we plodded. It was another scorching sunny day, and when we got the beach there were quite a few people – couples, families, etc - established on the beach, but it was not crowded, and there was lots of room for us to find a spot. It took me all of a few seconds to see that everyone on the beach was nude. I had not considered that it might be a nudist beach. Jan and I had never been to one before, or ever indulged in being naked in public. We set out our beach towels and parasol, and Jenny immediately stripped off her blouse and skirt, revealing another bikini (she seemed to have an unending supply of these). I watched her out of the corner of my eye while unpacking towels and things from the couple of bags we had brought; Jenny immediately took off her bikini top, and asked Bob to help her apply sun cream, which he readily did. Jan was in her bikini, and I helped lotion her with sun protection. Jan is brunette, and shorter than Jenny, with a fuller body – 38C tits with deep brown nipples but not overly large and a generous bum, a little heavier than she would have liked, but still presenting an attractive proposition. We set out the towels in a row, with the girls occupying the middle towels and Bob outside Jenny and me outside Jan. The girls lay in the sun to catch the rays and relax, while Bob and I sat in our trunks and took in the view. There were a number of girls and ladies for us to admire, with lots of variety in terms of breast size and type, plus skinny and rounded bodies, and bums. The tide was coming in, but still seventy meters away, with the surf providing a constant background noise. Bob was first to decide it was time for a swim, and asked Jenny if she wanted to join him. “OK, but you can’t go swimming like that.” She was pointing at his trunks. “If we are swimming then it must be like the locals.” Without further discussion, Bob stood and dropped his trunks and stepped out of them while Jenny did the same with her bikini pants. “Race you to the sea!” Jenny shouted as she ran off towards the water, with Bob in hot pursuit. Now on our own, Jan said “Well, I am not going nude, are you?”. “I don’t see there is any harm in it, and if I go swimming later, then why not?”. “Topless is as far as I am going.” And with that Jan removed her bikini top, and lay back down on her towel, face up with her large sunglasses protecting her eyes, and her breasts resting and spread on her chest - I noticed her nipples were slightly enlarged and stiff. The sight of Jenny running naked down to the seas had been noted by my trouser snake friend and I sat on my towel with my arms on my knees to disguise and hide my erection. I watched Bob and Jenny in the sea, splashing each other, laughing and swimming, when two girls appeared walking across the beach, nude and only carrying small bags - presumably they were walking to join some friends further along the beach. As they came closer I could see one had pale skin with long flowing dark hair, and was endowed with lovely large breasts which jiggled as she walked along the sand. She was shaven, and I could see her slit but not her pussy lips. Her friend was tanned and very slim, with tiny tits and a light brown bush. My first time on a nudist beach was proving memorable They passed only five metres in front of me, and my eyes were riveted to their progress. I continued to hide my stiffening erection, and for a second thought about taking a photo, but my camera was big and bulky (I had not yet got a digital camera) and not appropriate on a nudist beach. As these two young things got further along, I forced myself to look away, and so gazed at the sea, and Bob and Jenny were slowly walking toward us, dripping wet and in avid conversation. “Wow, that was lovely, cold but refreshing.” Jenny was now standing in front of me rubbing herself dry with her towel, Bob alongside doing the same. I couldn’t help but notice Bob’s cock – it was thick, but short and flaccid, and there was no way of knowing how big he might be when erect. Jan continued to lie on her towel reading her book, but I noticed her glancing in Bob’s direction, and knew precisely what she was looking at. It went quiet, we lay in the sun, reading our books, Jenny and Bob still naked. Eventually it was Jan who made the next move, “I am off for a swim, are you coming?” This last question to me. Jan stood and walked down the beach, while I stepped out of my trunks and ran after her. We splashed about and swam, but it was too cold to stay in for long, and soon we were walking back to Bob and Jenny. Bob had fetched some coffee from a beach vendor, and offered cups to Jan and me as we arrived back at our towels. Jan seemed unfazed about being topless in front of Bob, I suppose because he was stark naked. Another hour and we had had enough, dressed and made our way back to the car, in search of a nice small restaurant for a long leisurely lunch. It was late afternoon by the time we got back to the Gite, having enjoyed some lovely French cuisine and a bottle of wine – but only one small glass for me as I was driving. The sun was lower, but the heat was still sticky, and Jenny went for a soak in the hot tub with Jan. I opened more wine and took some glasses out to the sun deck. Jenny and Jan still in the hot tub, and both topless I noticed. Bob appeared – having had a nap in their bedroom. “Come on ladies, I want a soak too, and there isn’t enough room for three in there.” “That’s OK.” Said Jenny. “I’m done for the moment.” and she climbed out of the tub – she was nude. Bob quickly stepped out of his trunks and into the tub with Jan. To be continued……