Jules is organising a holiday in the sun for us. He promises me an unforgettable adventure without telling me the slightest detail. I can guess from his packing instructions that the destination is not skiing in the mountains but rather heat and white sand beaches. Before leaving, he doesn't forget to check my suitcase and recommends that I add a large blindfold to sleep better on the plane and in the hotel room if it's not pitch black. He also tells me to add more condoms and more lubricant! I guess he has already planned some meetings. When we arrive at the hotel, we are taken to our bungalow and I notice that Jules has been looking insistently at the neighbouring bungalow (number 99 but strangely the first 9 is lower than the second). Our number is 68 (with both numbers at the same height). We settle in quickly and decide to go and cool off by the pool where we can sip all kinds of drinks. It's late afternoon and I order one of their cocktails that's supposed to be refreshing. Luckily there are ice cubes because it's very sweet. So I decide to dive into the pool while waiting for the ice cubes to melt. The water is at a very pleasant temperature: not too cold but it's refreshing to touch. There are few people there and I do a few lengths of the pool while observing everything around me. It's an infinity pool and the view of the sea is magnificent. Jules has already started a conversation with two men, two grandpas I should say and they seem to get along well since I can hear them laughing loudly. They are sitting at the bar, in the shade. Jules asks me if I want to join them. I quickly understand that they are a couple and we exchange the usual pleasantries. They are from Charente Maritime and live in an apartment in a condominium with sports facilities including a tennis court, gym, swimming pool, etc. They are indeed very tanned and seem to take good care of their bodies. They are playful and offer us a game of cards and between belote (with a b and not a p) and tarot, we choose belote. They are two rascals and the game is fine between the passes, the discards and I think also a few little cheats between the position of the hands, the looks and winks and the little jokes like "you break my heart! We laugh and the scores are balanced despite everything. We do not play the round of drinks because we have our premium customer bracelets and the glasses of alcohol follow one another. Meal time arrives, Jean and Jacques (the two Js, the real two Js, I can't remember the joke, there was one though) offer us to dine with them at the hotel restaurant. Jules and I exchange a knowing look and accept the invitation.Champagne for the aperitif (as if we didn't still need alcohol after all those drinks at belote) and several bottles of wine accompany a fine meal. Jean suggests that we have a bottle of cognac at the bar and start a game of poker. Tempers are high and there have been a good number of outbursts about sex between men. The two J's are very natural, very real and even fresh compared to all the alcohol they have swallowed. Jules looks at me and asks what the stakes will be for this game of poker and Jacques replies that given the few clothes we are wearing, a strip poker game wouldn't last long unless we add some rules. I immediately act curious and Jean replies that we can very well improvise as we go along. We accept the offer and pick up a deck of cards and a bottle of cognac with four glasses before heading to the bungalow of the two fresh, naughty J's.Arriving in front of the door of their bungalow, Jacques tries to straighten the first number above the door and make it stand with its point upwards to form a 69 as they like and arrange to have as a room number when they are at the hotel. He succeeds but a few moments later, the number flips again and we all laugh about it. The game begins and we quickly find ourse ...

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