Now that we are getting firmly into the summer, I wanted to open a topic on your best holiday sexual experiences.
I bet there are some amazing stories.
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Went on a vacation with my family, we passed up a daytrip to Tintagel Castle to “do some shopping” instead - really stayed in our (neighbouring) chalet for an afternoon of loud and kinky sex.
I’m sure the castle is lovely but I’m happy with my decision 
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My wife and I went to one of the Spanish islands in our twenties (can’t remember which) and there was a jacuzzi built into the floor on the hotel grounds, next to a walkway. She pulled her swimming costume to the side and rode me reverse cowgirl style. Still my favourite memory of sex for us.
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Back in the day when my now husband and i were courting we went to Bournemouth for a 4 day holiday in a guesthouse. We had a lovely room at the top of the house away from the other guest rooms. I remember we were making love one afternoon and i had my very first orgasm through PIV ever. It was amazing. I often think about that first time. I was in my early twenties then.
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First holiday with my now wife.
She was finishing uni and I was back living with parents while starting my first job, so while the weekends were sex-filled, it just wasn’t enough for us!
A week in the sun 6 months in saw a lot of exploring each others bodies, taking advantage of being able to be loud.
Just being next to each other by the pool in swimwear was enough of a turn for the occasional retreat to the room during the days too.
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I remember staying in my parents villa in Spain a few years back, the two of us and another couple who we had invited along for a weeks break. We’d had a nice lunch on the patio with enough Rosado to make us all a bit high on life, tipsy but not drunk. Inevitably that turned into a bit of drowsiness and myself and GF at the time, now wife, headed off for a siesta.
After an hour or so we both woke up and feeling horny started fooling around. We could hear that one of the other couple were in the lounge, just a few metres away with a closed door between us. We had the best session trying to keep it as hushed as possible but knowing that we would have been able to be overheard to some extent. After giving a performance that I remain proud of to this day we heard footsteps padding across the lounge and the person heading towards their bedroom and within 10 minutes or so it was clear that our efforts had resulted in someone else feeling the urge. To this day we don’t know if it was him or her listening to us.
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