I haven’t had a guest post on Exposing 40 for a while – more because of my crazy schedule through the winter and spring than lack of interest. I have a few shoots lined up over the summer months which I am very excited about sharing here, so keep an eye out. I’m also really happy to host photos not taken by me and here’s a super hot example of one of those!
Back story: I’ve been working in Uganda this past week. When I’m holed up in darky dingy hotel rooms I am always happy to hear from partners and when my WhatsApp pings with a new photo I inevitably feel a frisson of excitement. This week a message read “Candidate for Exposing 40?”. It turned out to not be a photo of him, but of his wife. I hope you enjoy the fabulous photo and her reflections on their recent holiday as much as I did. I think she needs to turn the lens on him next so there’s a partner to this image!
Liberté, égalitié, sexualitié
For our 19th wedding anniversary we decided it would be different to spend a long weekend in Cap D’Adge. In case you are not familiar with this resort in the south of France, it’s both a major naturist venue and Europe’s capital of swinging (or as it is known in continental Europe, libertinism).
It’s a holiday I wouldn’t have dared take 10 years ago, when I was less positive and more inhibited about my body (despite, ironically, being in better shape then). I wish I had, for Cap D’Agde is nothing if not body positive and lacking in inhibition. All ages, shapes, sizes and predilections are here: sunkissed, sandy, salacious – but never shy.
The human body and the pleasure of sex are worshipped together at Cap d’Adge. This mix of hedonism and nudism runs against traditional naturism, and nothing better emphasises the elision of physicality, exhibitionism and orgasm than the nights. These are about outrageous dress and flaunted flesh. It is the women who tend to such displays, though with more than a dozen libertine clubs, all the clothing tends to come off anyway. I enjoyed wearing outfits considered risque in the bedroom as well as appreciating other women of all ages with the confidence to dress thrillingly and unambiguously for the enjoyment of sex.
But it is in the daytime at the swinger section of the beach where things are at their most transgressive. Pensioners casually stroke their partner’s cock or cunt, while swarthy men with depliated genitals are ridden by exotic buxom blondes to an audience of masturbating men. I found this latter element a little intimidating, but mainly irritating – especially when my husband and I fucked in the shallow sea and a zombie-like herd appeared from nowhere.
That, however, is to dwell on the negative. Overwhelmingly, Cap D’Agde is a place of permissiveness and pleasure. To be naked all day, free to engage in public sex with approval and enthusiasm was liberating in a way that’s difficult to convey. It’s easier to feel good about your body when it’s hard to imagine being judged.
This image was taken by my husband shortly after we’d had mutual oral sex on a packed beach. I like it because it implies the contened, carefree exhaustion and openness I felt.
If you fancy a day out with me and my camera do let me know, or if you have self portraits or written reflections about your body, sex, self-confidence, life in your 40s that you want to share, just let me know…