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*quot;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*quot;.

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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; *quot;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? *quot;

*quot;Well,*quot; I said, *quot;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.*quot;

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.

*quot;I'm willing to bet, though, that you have already found an excuse for Jean-Paul? *quot; I asked her.

*quot;Yes, of course,*quot; she replied. *quot;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.*quot;

*quot;Well, I guess we are all set.*quot; I said to her. *quot;You had better call Angie