Before I start my story, you need to know a little bit about Sam.

I had spoken with a lot of our friends in the lifestyle. And none of them have ever come across someone as sexually active as Sam. It didn't matter if she was on her own, with me, someone else or a group of people. She was like the energy bunny. It sounds like she would be every guy's dream. And she was, but TO A POINT ! I have been to swinging parties with her and she doesn't seem to be sexually satisfied unless she has been with everyone there. It doesn't seem to matter whether it's men, women or groups. And sometimes it's more than once. I would classify myself as a normal male. I Would like to be able to say " I can stay hard all night and satisfy 20 women in a row." But the truth is, after about 2 or 3 sexual experiences, I am done. The only person that would truely understand is a guy who is in the same position as I was. YES !!!, i can hear all you guys out there saying you poor thing !!! NOT ! But now I can understand why some women would rather roll over and go to sleep.

We were quite lucky because we complimented each other. She liked to be fucked and was an exhibitionist, and I liked to watch her being fucked and was a voyeur.. She always kept it exciting for me. And it was a real turn on to just let go and watch Her doing her thing.

Now you know a little bit about what Sam was like I can continue with my story.

We hadn't been together for long, and this was one of our first overseas trips. We had a lease car and was touring Europe. We found ourselves in the south of France at the end of winter. One thing we did know before leaving NZ is that the French and English don't like each other. So we made a point of distancing ourselves from the English. We had a sticker on the cars back window which read ...... kiwis traveling and made a point of wearing anything with NZ on it. We past through alot of small villages. French villages aren't like NZ small towns. It's like going back 200 years. There's a lack of advertising for instance. So it can be difficult. to differentiate between a house and business. We were passing through one small village and came across what we commonly see as a booze barn on the outskirts of the village. Being still winter it was cold but the sun was out so we were quite warm in the car. The carpark was rather empty so decided to stop for a drink. I can't really remember how I was dressed but Sam was in jeans and an AB rugby jersey. We walked into the bar and it was empty apart from the barman and a group of young guys. They had obviously just been playing rugby because they still had their gear on and some still were sporting mud. As soon as they saw Sam's ABs jersey we were their old friends and they surrounded us. I don't follow rugby much, so I didn't know what grade they probably played in but appeared to all be in their early 20s. By contrast we were both old enough to be their parents. There was six of them, and Sam was in her elementary being surrounded by six burly rugby players and the center of attention. One spoke very good English, one, not bad, two broken English and one not at all. The one that spoke very good English is known as Jackie. He would translate for the others. Between translation and body gestures we all seemed to understand what the other person was getting at. They kept calling me sir and Sam madame. Boy did it make me feel old. Everytime, they would refer to Sam as madam, all I could picture was her as a brothel keeper. It wasn't too much of a stretch of the imagination. Although I knew if she was, she would probably spend all day sampling the stock. It would bring new meaning to the fraze the boss has spent all day fucking around. And now and again the guys would break into French and all break out laughing. It transpired this wasn't their home town and were there for a tournament. We all sat around tell stories and then the jokes came out. As things proceed the jokes became more adult. When it was my turn, I came out with my old sporting joke ........... sexually men fall into one of four sporting categories.... a soccer player, a cricket player, a jockey or father Christmas..... which one are you ? A discussion took place and finally all the guys had picked one. So I gave them the answer.

Soccer player, dribble before they shoot.

Cricket players, once he's in you can't get the bastard out.

A jockey, rides you until you fall.

And father Christmas, only cums once a year and when he does, he puts it in your stocking.

Nobody wanted to be father Christmas and there was a lot of switching categories. Everyone laughed. Then the guys all broke into French. Jackie turned to me and said we are going to go back to one of our rooms and resume the party there, do you and madam want to join us ? I declined his offer and said I was watching the game on the big screen but was sure Sam would like to cum. He reiterate are you sure you don't want to join us ? I said " no I am sure you will all enjoy yourselves more without me there. I know Sam will !!! "

And gave him a wink. He spoke to the others in French and they all quickly disappeared out of sight including Sam. I was left alone trying to watch the game playing on the big screen. But it was hard concentrating when all I could picture in my mind was a tangle of arms and legs and Sam in the middle enjoying a spit roasting. After the first hour I had recovered my composure and had ordered a basket of chips

It must of been around 2 - 3 hours before Sam returned because I was on the second basket of chips. Sam reenter the bar with a huge smile on her face. She looked rather pleased with herself. One look told me she had really enjoyed herself. But her appearance was quite different to the way she looked when she left. She looked like she had been put through the ringer. The biggest difference I noticed was now she was wearing one of the guys rugby jersey. It was quite baggy on her. And as she walked towards me I noticed her tits were swinging free. When she reached me I asked her, "were is your bra." She said " don't worry it's in my bag. But I did leave the guys a souvenir. I was excited to hear all the details so we quickly left the bar so she could tell me about her afternoon on the drive back to our hotel.. Heading back to our hotel she started telling me about what happened after they had left the bar. She said we went back to somebody's room and we sat around a table playing drinking games.. The guys were all laughing and very often broke into speaking French. She doesn't speak French, but one word she has become very familiar with is baiser. She said she hear it in their conversation numerous times. She said it wasn't very long before Jackie told her he had always wanted an all blacks Jersey, and was she interested in swapping for his. She agreed and he stood up and removed his Jersey. She helped him out of it, which was merely an excuse to rub her hands over his body. She said this was obviously exciting him because she could see the bulge in his short had increased. She said, He handed her his Rugby Jersey. She thinks all the guys expected her to take off to the bathroom with it and get changed. But instead she just did exactly the same as Jackie and stood up and took it off, over her head and handed it to Jackie. She said all the guys eyes nearly popped out of the heads and there was an eruption of french vocalization. She handed her Jersey to Jackie and knew that it was far too small to fit. With her assistance, he tried to put it on. For her it was just another excuse for her to fondle his body some more. She told him it was to small to fit and anyway he might as well leave it off because it wasn't as though he was going to need it. More French was spoken. And she thinks by now a few of the guys had the idea because baiser was being used more frequently. She said, one of the guys seemed very frazzled and had become very vocal in French. She didn't know what all the fuss was about until she saw another guy throw a condom to him. From then on it was all on. She elaborated by telling me all of the details. She said at one stage she was surrounded by young cock. She said she had three of them fucking her and a cock in each hand. She said she was in heaven. She said that was the biggest age difference she had ever experienced. She said finding young guys still found her sexy at her age was a bit of an ego boast. Hearing all about it had got me extremely horny. And I could hear in her voice that she was the same way. We pulled off the main road onto the first little country lane we could find. After stopping the car. She relocated herself to the back seat and lay on the seat with her legs out the passengers side door. Standing outside the car, I nearly ripped her jeans off I was in such a hurry to sink my cock into her. With her jeans off it was easy to see what the souvenirs was she had left for the guys. There was no foreplay, no licking or sucking. We were both way too horny for that. It was just straight out hard fucking.

I bet by now she is a legend back at the French guys rugby club. And some of the guys can probably look back with fond memories of the day a mature kiwi woman let them gangbang her.

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