Straight laced middle aged couple in 1970s England want to try wife-watching.
The so-called Swinging Sixties were over, it was now the mid-seventies, but some things were more swinging than they had ever been. In the UK wife swapping and indeed swingers clubs were attracting married couples from every walk of life. Hard-core porn could be obtained from across the English Channel while soft porn girlie mags containing ‘adult adverts’ and specialist contact mags with photos of sexy wives were on sale in most newsagents.
Married couples were exposed to a new world where extra-marital sex was seen as good fun and practised by many. New terms entered the vocabulary describing popular practices once only known to niche groups who indulged, like, BDSM and wife-watching.
A married couple that were now on the wrong side of forty, feeling life had passed them by had acquired a couple of top shelf magazines and their developing interest had made them curious enough to buy contact magazines, if only to see how the other half live!
Sitting at a table just feet away from the bar, the nervous looking couple studied the other customers.
‘Maybe we should have stuck to the pubs in the main resort,’ the woman told her husband.
‘I thought this one would be packed out with folk from the camping site,’ her husband said.
Well if it had been, they’d mainly be families or couples, not what we’re looking for,’ the wife said.
‘That’s the trouble, we don’t really know what we’re looking for – or how to recognise the right sort even if we saw it!’
‘We’re looking for a ‘he’ not an it!’ the woman corrected.
‘Or, more than one – ‘they,’ argued the husband.
‘I feel very conspicuous,’ the woman said, ‘Nobody comes out dressed like this when they holiday in a camper van!’
‘Are you having second thoughts about trying to make it happen now?’ asked the man.
‘Not really,’ answered the wife, ‘the thought still really excites me, but I’m not sure we’re the sort of people that can make it work – neither of us are extroverts or worldly wise.’
‘Well, lets not give up yet – we both get such a turn-on from talking about it and trying to imagine what it would be like, I think we ought to carry on trying.’
‘Yes, but we’re not actually trying anything, we’re just sitting here hoping for miracles, same as we have on the last two occasions.’
‘That was near home, so being cautious about someone we know seeing us put us off. Now we’re in a place where no-one knows us with more people, we might find it easier. And being in the camper van means we’ve always got somewhere private to take them.’
‘We should have bought more of those contact magazines where swingers and wife swappers advertise.’
‘If we see any likely men, we’ll try and make an effort to talk to them and get in their company.’
‘There’s a group of men just walked in,’ the wife said eagerly.
‘Smile at them!’ her husband urged.
The four men stood by the bar waiting to get served exactly opposite the couple’s table.
‘Now is a good time to buy another round of drinks,’ the husband said, ‘In fact you should go then you can stand amongst the men and see if they’re interested in chatting to you.’
The woman agreed, took a deep breathe, stood and walked up to order drinks as close to the men as she dared; close enough for them to notice her.
‘Sorry love, I’d have let you get served first if I’d have noticed you get up,’ the man ordering told her.’
‘That’s quite alright,’ she said smiling, ‘I’m in no rush.’
Now they had broken the ice, as they say, she was determined to make the most of it.
‘Are you men here on holiday – staying at the camp site?’
‘Yes, we’re here in a camper van parked down toward the beach. It’s a bit cramped for the four of us so we’ve brought a small tent too.’
‘Really – you must be near to us then, we’re down there .’ The woman showed her delight that the men were neighbours.
‘Actually I didn’t think you were fellow campers,’ said one of the older men, ‘You being dressed so smartly.’
‘Yes, I feel quite foolish dressed like this,’ she replied, trying to think of a good valid reason and save face. ‘We set out intending to find a restaurant but changed our minds.’
‘You shouldn’t feel foolish,’ the man told her, ‘On the contrary, you look very attractive. I’ve always thought a well shaped lady dressed in a tight skirt with a split up the side and dark tights looks very fetching! What’s your name if I may ask?’
‘Gina, it’s Gina,’ she told him excitedly, pleased at the progress she was making and the interest the men were showing in her. ‘And I’m wearing stockings, not tights,’ she corrected him without thinking what she was saying. ‘Oh my goodness, I can’t think why I said that!’
The men laughed, but not mockingly.
‘That’s even better,’ joked a third man, ‘stockings are much more sexy than tights! Which do you favour most Gina, traditional suspenders or hold-ups?’
Gina felt a tingle in her tummy and her heart began to beat a little faster. Already the conversation had taken on a sexual tone. To a librarian in her early forties who had led a very sheltered life, talking this way with men who were complete strangers was almost sinful – but it felt very thrilling!
‘I tend to prefer suspenders,’ she told the men, feeling her self blush, ‘I worry that hold-ups might slip down.’
‘You know Gina, the way you say that, makes it sound very sexy, stockings slipping down a well shaped thigh conjures up a provocative image. Especially if wearing a tight short skirt with a split up the side like the one you’ve got on.’
The youngest of the bunch, a lad in his mid twenties laughed and piped up.
‘You’ve given my dad a turn-on, Gina, don’t think he’s had a sexy thrill for years! Though he’s a bit old – you’d have a better time with a young stud like me!’
‘I could give you a run for your money, you cocky young bugger!’ the older man said.
‘I don’t think Gina would let us find out which one of us can satisfy her most – unfortunately!’
‘Careful Gina,’ said another, ‘This young buck fancies having a good time with an experienced older woman!’
Gina felt a tremendously intense and exciting sexual thrill shoot through every nerve of her body. She repeated in her head that the younger man said it was unfortunate that she wouldn’t let them try to satisfy her. She was now very aroused.
‘Sorry to keep you waiting,’ the bar man said, ‘a barrel needed changing.’
It was Gina’s turn to order her drinks. She gave the barman her order then turned to the men.
‘I’d better let my husband know why it’s taking so long.’ Gina went back to her table and spoke to her husband, telling him about her new friends.
‘They’ve been flirting with me and paid me lots of compliments, even asking me about my stockings and suspenders!’ she told him, excitedly. ‘I can’t stay over at the bar talking to them all evening – and anyway they might not want to keep chatting to me. Apart from that I can’t very well leave you on your own.’
‘I’ve been watching them closely and it’s obvious by the way they look you up and down that they’re enjoying your company. See what develops, you can’t force the situation.’
‘I’ll go back for the drinks,’ Gina said, not knowing what to do.
‘Hope your husband isn’t mad at you for chatting to us for too long.’ Gina was asked when she returned to the bar.
‘No of course he isn’t. We hoped to meet new people and make new friends,’ Gina said.
The man smiled, ‘Well you can consider us your new friends,’ the man said, ‘We’d better tell you our names. And allow me to pay for your drinks! I’m George, this is Tim, and these guys arguing about who’d be able to satisfy you the most are Ralf and his son, Paul.’
Again, Gina felt that same big thrill from hearing another reference to sex and men talking about sexually satisfying her.
‘Which one do you think would give you the most satisfaction, Gina?’ Tim asked.
Taken by surprise the shy wife didn’t know how to answer.
‘While you’re thinking I’ll take your husbands drink over to his table,’ Ralf said. ‘By the way, what’s your husband called?’
‘His name is Stephen,’ Gina said, hoping they’d change the subject.
‘I suppose it depends on whether you prefer an older experienced man like Ralf or a younger rampant guy who you can mother, and mould to your liking!’
Tim said, with definitely no intention of changing the subject.
‘Or maybe you’d like to try both – then choose!’ Paul suggested.
The look on Gina’s face and her reaction made it obvious to the men the comment had excited her and definitely not annoyed her. Her laboured breathing and heaving chest together with the way her eyes narrowed as she licked her bottom lip whilst gazing at the men in question, betrayed the fact her state of excitement had been brought on by imagining the situation of having sex with both of the men to see which gave her the most pleasure.
‘Here Gina, you need to sit down, you look all hot and bothered,’ Tim said, dragging up a stool.
‘I’m sorry, I can’t think what brought that on,’ Gina stuttered, embarrassed by how obviously she had displayed her emotional state.
‘It’s okay, you don’t need to try and explain yourself – am I right in thinking this is a new experience for you – even though we’re exactly the sort of new friends you were hoping to meet, you’re not quite used to it?’
Gina had climbed onto the stool without regard for being careful about how her skirt might ride up or the slit widening and showing off her upper thighs.
‘No don’t worry about that Gina,’ George said quietly when she noticed, ‘Relax and enjoy the thrill. We will enjoy the thrill of admiring your body.’
‘Have we been so obvious and transparent,’ she asked meekly.
‘Let’s say a couple of things gave the game away,’ Paul said.
Meanwhile when Ralf had taken over Stephen’s drink he had introduced himself.
‘Hi, it’s Stephen isn’t it, your wife told me your name – I’m Ralf. He sat making small talk until Stephen noticed his wife’s dizziness then watched as she climbed on a stool showing most of her left thigh and stocking tops.
Ralf had turned to look too and when he saw Stephen enthralled by the sight of his wife’s display of bare leg as she sat on the stool he decided to jump straight to the real reason he had come to join him.
‘Your wife is a real good looking woman, Stephen, we’re really enjoying her company – especially the cute way she goes shy and nervous when we flirt with her and she sees us admiring her figure. She told us you hoped to find new friends – but I think you both hoped those new friends would be men – you want Gina to make the acquaintance of new men friends.’
‘Well, I see you have us weighed up very accurately,’ Stephen said, ‘We didn’t fool you at all did we?’
‘Your wife’s nervousness in talking to us made us wonder why she was wanting to stay chatting in the first place. She said you were here to make new friends yet you’ve been left sitting on your own. That sort of told us you were hoping she’d be the one who made new friends – men friends. You were happy to sit here while she stayed with us at the bar. Like now for instance, she’s sat on a stool so staying at the bar and you look quite happy about that – and more than a bit pleased to see she’s showing plenty of leg and the tops of her stockings – you look thrilled about it to be honest. When a man lets his wife go out of her way to get noticed it usually means they’re looking for some fun. But I’m guessing you haven’t done this many times before, if at all.’
‘You’re dead right, you must be angry that we’ve tried to fool you,’ Stephen said.
‘Not at all, Stephen,’ Ralf told the man, ‘You should be the one who’s annoyed now you know we’ve feigned ignorance and gone along with the game. Let me make it clear, we genuinely think your wife is good looking and has a great body. Even my son, Paul, the younger one over there with the blonde hair has taken a fancy to Gina – and he’s not just pretending. Seeing the way she’s sitting on that stool is quite frankly making my cock twitch – she looks very sexy. And I think you’re enjoying seeing her showing off her legs and being the centre of attention!’
‘Truth be known – I am,’ Stephen admitted. ‘You’re right in thinking we have no experience in this. I’d normally be very reluctant to talk about this but as you’ve been upfront and we’re never likely to bump into each other again when we leave the camping site I don’t mind chatting about it.
‘You see we’ve lived a very sedate life, some would say boring. Living in a small one-horse town full of gossips and prudes we wouldn’t dare do this at home. We decided it best to explore the possibilities when we come on short holidays. Gina is a librarian and seen as a straight-laced prude so would attract the attention of every gossip for miles around if they saw her dressed in anything remotely sexy, and God knows what they’d say if they saw her flirting with a group of men.’
Ralf, nodded in an understanding way. ‘And I can imagine what they’d say if they knew why you’d both want her to ‘meet new friends’! If you don’t mind me asking, what made you want to try something more adventurous?’
‘We both realised we were bored and after we bought a few of those readers letters publications I noticed how interested and excited it made Gina feel when she read about wives who have sex with other men while their husbands watch. So we talked about it and I bought a few contact magazines. We decided we weren’t ready to meet extroverted people who have been swapping for years. And in any case we didn’t want neighbours noticing that suddenly we were getting a lot more callers. So here we are looking for opportunities well away from home where no one knows us or knows where we live. I am actually getting quite a buzz from seeing the attention she’s getting from your pals and the way she’s sat showing her stocking tops. This is as far as we’ve ever got.’
‘You won’t object to us trying to persuade her to take it further then? We noticed almost as soon as we came in that she might be looking for some fun.’
‘I don’t think she’ll need much persuading – but I’m not sure how far she’d be willing to go – I don’t think she knows either.’
‘As long as you’re okay about letting us test her limits,’ Ralf said.
‘We agreed that if it happened, the first time we got lucky I’d give her some space. But I never even considered there’d be more than one guy interested.’
‘Does that worry you,’ Ralf asked, ‘Is it making you have second thoughts and putting you off.’
‘It’s giving me hell of a buzz actually, seeing four men take such an interest in her.’
Ralf turned toward the bar, watched his friends flirt with Gina while running their eyes over her body, then when he caught the eye of the men gave them a nod of his head; Gina saw him.
‘Your friend looks like he’s trying to tell you something,’ Gina said, nervously.
‘When you went to chat to your husband we had a little bet amongst ourselves,’ George told her. ‘We thought you were a couple looking for some excitement – Ralf has been chatting to your husband, and it seems we are right – looks like your husband has confirmed that you are here hoping to meet men for sexy fun. Is that right Gina?’
The shy inexperienced wife almost began to shake with nervous embarrassment. When she moved to pull the slit of her skirt together, Tim grabbed her hand and stopped her.
‘No need for that, Gina, you ought to be happy now you’ve got more than what you came here for – four men who’d like to have a sexy time with you!’
Ralf came back to the bar, closely followed by Gina’s husband.
‘I’m going into the games room to play darts with Ralf, love. I may have a couple more drinks, so when you’re ready to leave the others will walk you back to the camper van.’ Stephen looked just as excited and nervous as his wife. ‘It could be a while before I get back – but I’m sure these men will keep you company.’
Gina uttered a feeble okay as her husband disappeared with Ralf. Now she looked really unsettled.
‘I think your husband is giving you his blessing, Gina. Are you ready to leave now or shall I get you another drink. We have a couple of bottles back at the van so we can have another drink there to help us relax.’
‘What did you mean when you said my husband is giving me his blessing?’
‘He’s happy for us to take you back to your camper van – or our camper van – so we can have some sexy fun together. That’s what you’ve been wanting isn’t it, Gina?’
‘But that’s not what my husband and I agreed on!’ Gina, the straight laced librarian wanted to be precise. ‘We pictured a scene with me and one man, sort of kissing and cuddling, with my husband watching, not me going off with three men. Oh, my goodness, no, we never envisaged that!’
Gina then thought for a few seconds.
‘I’m not sure I’d be able to manage that!’
George smiled at her, ‘You don’t have to prove anything Gina, this is supposed to be fun, sexual pleasure. We go back to one of our camper vans, sit and have a drink, then see what happens. If you feel comfortable enough – and turned-on enough, then we’ll have some fun. I guarantee that we’ll be turned-on because we all think you’re a very sexy lady and we’ve got very aroused by just thinking about what pleasure we can have. And the best thing is, Gina, your husband is happy for us all to have fun. You don’t need to prove anything sweetheart – you just need to relax and enjoy the sex. Enjoy being with three men with erect cocks who want to fuck you and give you a good time!’
The last sentence made Gina gasp for breathe and feel a tingle in her tummy and a strong thrilling sensation in her groin that was a rare event. She had already gulped down the drink just been bought for her.
‘Have you ever had the experience of seeing three erect cocks eagerly waiting to fuck you, Gina?’
‘My goodness, I’ve never even seen one man’s penis erect other than my husband’s.’
‘Is this what you want to experience, Gina – having a different man touching you, a different cock fucking you?’
The middle-class naive suburban housewife had never heard a man speak to her like this before, using such crude language; especially with others listening.
‘I suppose that’s what I’ve been hoping for, or just fantasising about,’ Gina whispered, shyly, ‘maybe it’s better left as a fantasy.’
‘Do you want another drink before we go and find out, Gina?’ Tim asked.
Paul was more direct; he leaned over kissed her neck and whispered in her ear: ‘I’d love to put my cock up your cunt right now and give you a real good fucking! Seeing your stocking tops and bare thigh has given me hell of a hard-on!’
Gina looked down to see how much she was showing, knowing the slit in her skirt had fallen wide apart; she was showing more than she realised – but she felt pleased the men were enjoying the view.
‘I’ll have another drink please,’ she purred, wanting to linger, aroused by the fact that her simple show of bare white upper thigh visible above her suspenders was enough to turn the men on.
‘So you say my husband is happy to leave me in your hands?’ Gina said, the alcohol beginning to take effect.
‘He wants to give you space to enjoy yourself – that’s what Ralf told us,’ Tim said.
‘I thought he’d want to watch,’ Gina mumbled.
‘Watch what, Gina?’ Paul asked in rather a loud voice.
‘Me having sex with another man for the first time!’ she said.’
‘I think she’s ready – time to take her back to the camper van,’ Tim said, we want her tipsy and carefree, not blind drunk!’
Just then her husband appeared from out of the games room.
‘I needed to see if she was still here,’ he said, having been very aroused since he left her to play darts.
‘We’re about to take her back to your camper van,’ George told him. ‘If it’s still okay with you – if you’re not sure you’d better come back with us!’
Gina threw her arms around her husband.
‘Thank you for letting me do this,’ she whispered, ‘Come and watch, don’t be too long.’
‘Are you happy?’ he whispered back.
‘Very happy, I never expected to have three men want me for sex – at the same time.’ she whispered.
Her husband gave her a big sloppy kiss and disappeared back into the games room, but not before hearing his wife say to the men:
‘I’d like it if you’d take me back to my camper van now.’
Looking through the window of the games room, Stephen watched his wife leave with her new male companions and knowing what their intentions were felt his heart thump.
As they walked the short distance through the camping site the excitement of both the men and Gina rapidly increased. The wife could not fully take in the fact that she was about to do something she had only ever fantasised about; so beyond belief and improbable for a woman like her, that she wasn’t even totally sure she dared see it through.
They reached the camper van belonging to Gina and Stephen, but the men guided her away, insisting they use theirs.
‘Come to ours, we don’t want to mess your up – ours is always untidy and we can sit anywhere without being frightened of causing any damage.’
Gina did think she would feel more comfortable in her own van but was hurried on toward the men’s mobile home. As they redirected her, hands where placed on her back and around her waist, that stayed touching her, forcing her to comply; she was submissive but somehow that increased the thrill for her.
There was hardly fifty yards separating the camper vans so in just a couple of minutes Gina entered the cluttered and untidy vehicle, more nervous than ever now wondering how this was going to start. She was about to sit on the upholstered bench seat but like a few minutes ago was steered in another direction – toward the built in bed. Her short jacket was taken from her before hands eased her down and lifted her feet so she was lying the length of the mattress.
Right away Tim’s hand slipped between the split of her skirt and began to massage her thighs.
‘Now we can get a better look and a feel of your gorgeous legs,’ he told her.
As soon as the hand made contact with the flesh of her thighs Gina sucked in a deep breathe and felt her body tingle. Never before had another man touched her upper thighs in such a sexual way – and never before had she lay submissively still letting the fingers of a strange man undo the buttons of blouse touching her breasts as they worked their way down to her waist exposing her cleavage and bra.
‘Relax and enjoy, Gina,’ said George who was taking off her blouse.
He paused to turn her head and kissed her full on the lips, before moving to the side of her neck, finding the tender spot under her earlobe. She was trembling and began to pant when the hand on her leg crept up toward her crotch and moved to gently massage her inner thigh. Looking down the bed she gave a squeal when she saw Paul unfastening the belt of his jeans and unzip his fly.
‘Looks like Paul wants to have first turn with you, Gina,’ Tim said. ‘We’d better make sure we don’t get any stains on your skirt – let me help you take it off. The big moment you’ve dreamed about is about to happen – to have the cock of another man bury itself inside your cunt and give you a good fucking!’
Gina squealed and sighed unable to take her eyes off the youngest of the four men, Paul, as she watched him take off his pants, displaying the large bulge of his growing erection. She felt the waistband of her skirt loosen as the button was popped open, followed by a gentle tugging as the garment was lowered toward her ankles and pulled off.
‘Wow, your stockings and suspenders look very enticing with those silky frilly knickers!’
Pre-occupied with having Tim undress her as Paul stripped off his own clothes getting ready to give her the first fuck she had ever had with a man who was not her husband, Gina had hardly been aware that George had removed her blouse, lowered her bra straps and deftly unclipped the catch to let the cups fall, letting her tits fall free.
Her whimpers, sighs and moans grew louder as Tim began to pull the lovely frilly knickers down over her bum cheeks uncovering her juicy cunt. She involuntarily raised her hips to assist in the taking off of her panties.
‘That’s better isn’t it, now it doesn’t matter how turned-on you get when that cock fucks you!’
Gina howled when Paul’s hard cock began to pound her pussy after he pulled her down the bed until part of her bottom hung over the edge then lifted her hips curling his arms around them so he was permanently supporting the weight of her legs in the air. Bracing his legs for balance he rammed into her hard and fast, making the van shake and shudder.
Completely unknown to the little group, hardly fifteen minutes after they left the bar Stephen told Ralf there was no way he’d be able to concentrate on playing darts – the anxiety caused by thinking about his wife with the men and watching them walking away back down the path that led to the camp site, knowing she was going to let them shag her was too much.
‘I know I said I’d give her some space, the first time she was with another man, but I need to go to her!’
Ralf never argued and both men followed in the footsteps of Gina and the three men who she knew intended to fuck her. Their approach had coincided with Tim’s enjoyment of taking off Gina’s skirt and knickers so as they got closer the heard her faint moans and sighs.
‘I think they’ll be in our mobile home,’ the husband said.
What a shock he had when they discovered the van in darkness and not a sound was heard from inside.
‘They must be in mine,’ Ralf said.
It was at that point that Paul had made Gina cry out louder, just as Stephen and Ralf reached the van and saw it shaking from side to side, almost bouncing and heard Gina’s extra loud sexual moans. As they reached the door the moans and cries of sexual joy uttered by Gina ceased but the van kept on shaking and rattling. Stephen wondered why, though Ralf had a good idea. Opening the door Gina’s husband stepped in, fascinated by the sight before him. His shy, naive and sexually inexperienced wife, was on the bed wearing just her suspender belt and stockings, which by now were laddered and ruined from indulging in rough hectic sex. The reason she was no longer vocalising her enjoyment was because her mouth was full; whilst being fucked hard by Paul she was now busy sucking on George’s long, thick hard penis which, whether she liked it or not, had been plunged into her mouth. Tim was busy nibbling her nipples and sucking on them very hard, stretching them out.
Gina’s husband stood quietly, watching his wife being ravaged, while pulling the foreskin of his cock back and forth along the shaft. He had been married to the woman long enough to know when she was experiencing delight, but never before had he seen such a look of ecstatic lust in her eyes – he noticed she wasn’t struggling, simply going along with it, doing that the men wanted her to.
Having led such a sheltered life as a couple, Stephen would have expected his gentle librarian wife to have been appalled by the thought of any woman allowing three men to ravish her in such a way; their own sexual performances had never included him ramming his cock between her lips and fucking her mouth, let alone taking her in her vagina in such a rough and hard way.
It was far too much for Stephan’s brain to take in. When Gina cried out, snorting down her nose and moaning like a banshee, Stephen knew she was about to experience a powerful orgasm of the sort he had only read about in a friends ‘dirty magazine’ when he was a student. He saw Gina’s hips buck and continually relax, then she opened her mouth and let spurts of the man’s thick white semen spill out from the head of George’s thick long cock onto her tongue. Gina licked up every drop and swallowed, licking the entire length of his shaft.
Like she was still not fully satisfied she pressed Tim’s head against her nipples and wriggled her hips tightening muscles around Paul’s ramrod until he too exploded inside her. Like many lads in their 20s it was wham, bam, thank you ma’am and Paul was quick to pull away now he had cum inside her cunt. But the librarian wasn’t done yet.
Stephen watched his wife positively attempt to roll Tim over on top of her and heard her whisper a few words in his ear. It took just a few seconds for him to fill Gina’s cunt with his own cock and begin to pummel her causing the camper van to once again shudder and rock. Gina managed to glance across at her husband, fixing her gaze on him, wearing a big grin on her face. Stephen felt that if another six men had been queuing to take their turn his wife would have happily accommodated them.
It was late and while three of the men had emptied their spunk inside the woman, Ralf and Stephen had ejaculated over the floor. Gina stood and bent to gather her clothing from the floor, in such a way the men saw her arse cheeks spread and her anal ring open; which almost made them recover their libido.
Stephen picked up his wife’s coat and threw it over her shoulders to cover her naked body.
‘There’s no point you getting dressed now, we’ve only a few yards to go,’ he told her.
True, it was only a few yards; but when the men followed the couple out into the night air to say their awkward good-nights they didn’t take account that other people might be making their way home. A small group of both men and women suddenly appeared and got the full view of the naked Gina exiting the motor home with her husband followed by four more men, three who were naked! They were absolutely astonished to see all three naked men sported semi-erect penises that glistened in the lamplight; clearly, the woman had enjoyed all three cocks.
Clutching her bra, blouse and skirt, Gina stood stupefied before the strangers in nothing but her stockings and suspender belt, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. As they filed past they looked her straight in the eye, though not with the disgust Gina would have expected, indeed they looked amazed and envious, a look that was particularly noticeable on the faces of the women as they looked past her to feast their eyes on the naked men.
Bids of polite but strained good nights were exchanged between both groups before they all disappeared to their camper vans and caravans. Or in the case of George and Tim, their tent.
‘It’s late now, you can shower in the morning,’ Stephen told his wife.
Neither felt ready to discuss the events of the evening but Gina insisted on going across to the shower block.
‘I feel very grubby and, well, sticky, I need to freshen up before I get between the clean sheets.’
Her husband saw the dark humour of the situation.
‘Just as well you didn’t use our bed then – otherwise you’d be going to the laundry and washing the sheets as well!’
Gina gave her husband an embarrassing smile threw on a thin gown then picked up her toiletry bag and a towel and hurried out.
‘I won’t be too long,’ she said.
Hurrying across to the camp shower block, many wicked images and memories of how this new experience of sex had made her feel, passed across her mind’s eye. As she reached the door she heard a voice.
‘Hello, again! It’s obvious that you’ve certainly had a busy night, tonight!’
Gina stopped in her tracks, taken by surprise, but recognised that the man leaning against the wall of the shower block smoking a cigarette was from the group they’d just ran into.
‘I thought I’d come and enjoy the coolness of the night and have a smoke, before bed,’ he said. ‘I reckon you’re already feeing the cool night air under that silky robe. The back light of the arc lamps tells me you’re naked under there – very tantalising!
Gina gave a little giggle. Not knowing how to react she said the obvious.
‘I’m going for a shower,’ she told him, coyly.
‘I can understand why – I’d have loved to have been in that van with you all. Can I offer my services and come and scrub your back?’
Gina just giggled.
‘I take it you and your husband are into wife-swapping – he’s a lucky man.’
‘No we’re not really,’ Gina replied softly and nervously, before she felt the need to qualify her statement, getting herself in a quandary; the man had seen everything but the sex, so she saw no point in denying the facts. ‘Well, it’s not something we’ve done before, we’re not really experienced – tonight was the first time.’
‘Fucking hell – first time!’ And you took on three guys and had another two watching the action? Now I am jealous. I noticed you in the pub so I know you’ve only just met those guys – knowing that your husband has let three of them fuck you within a couple of hours of meeting them is giving me hell of a turn-on – and you obviously enjoyed it! Can I have another look at you?’
‘What?’ Gina said, knowing very well what he meant.
Being told she was sexy and having a man use such direct sexual language was again making her feel very aroused. Feeling more than a little hesitant she obliged the man by pulling the cord of her gown and uncovering her naked body.
‘I’ll get a better view inside – while I’m washing your back! he said. ‘What’s your name, anyway?’
‘It’s Gina,’ she told him, still holding apart her gown, granting him his request of wanting to see her naked body.
‘I’m Stan,’ he said, ‘Let’s go inside Gina before your husband starts to wonder where you are!’
This was so scary, so wicked, so dirty and adulterous and so exciting.
‘What about your wife, won’t she come looking for you?’
‘No, but it wouldn’t matter if she did – she’d probably join in!’
Choosing a cubicle she slipped her robe off and let him see her nakedness in bright light. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature then turned to see his well proportioned erect penis standing to attention having already taken off his clothes. While he massaged his cock she watched him slowly masturbate as she soaped herself.
‘You have a great pair of tits, Gina,’ he said.
Normally she wouldn’t have approved of such crude language but now hearing it used to describe her body as though she was a sex icon thrilled her beyond belief.
Stan walked close to her and rested his hard cock on her belly, causing her heart to thump. Taking the bar of soap from her hand he rubbed it between his hands until it lathered up into a thick creamy white suds. Placing both hands over her nipples he massaged her breasts before dropping one hand down between her legs. Gina had gone weak and allowed him to move her in any position he wished, washing her entire body. Turning her around he made her lean against the tiled wall and stick her bottom out then slid his cock up her vagina from behind while fingering her from the front.
‘Does that feel good, Gina?’ he asked.
‘Yes, it feels really nice,’ she hissed.
‘Let me introduce you to a new experience,’ he told her.
Soaping up his hands again he rubbed his fingers between her bum cheeks pressing against her anus. Gradually he pressed harder lubricating her brown ring until his finger slid easily inside; then he gave her a minute to get used to the feeling before sliding in a second digit.
Being in the dead of night and not expecting to be disturbed they hadn’t closed the door. Concealed at an angle to the cubicle the couple were being watched by no other than Gina’s husband Stephen.
‘Is that hurting you?’
‘It feels tight – but I’m getting used to it.’
‘Relax your sphincter, enjoy the feel of my fingers fucking your arse.’
‘Is that starting to feel like you have a cock up your back end?’
‘I’m starting to like it!’ the woman told him.
‘Good – spread your feet wider bend a bit lower and push your backside out.’
Gina was unable to see what was happening but her husband was watching Stan use one hand to lather up thick suds by rubbing the bar of soap over the hairs of his belly, then coated the shaft of his cock, lubricating it.
Stephen had to slow down his breathing and fight to control it so his excited gasping didn’t betray his presence; he was very aware that this man was about to invade his wife’s arsehole with his thick penis and anally fuck her.
‘Relax, as much as you can Gina,’ Stan told her.
‘Are you going to try and put your penis up my bottom?’ she asked naively.
‘Yes, sweetheart – I’m going to give you your first arse fucking, but it might hurt a little bit.’
‘It is hurting but I want you to carry on, I want to know what it feels like!’
‘Relax your arse and push back like you’re going to have a shit – don’t worry what happens.’
Stephen had to catch his breathe, hearing a strange man talk to his sedate and innocent wife in such a vulgar way really threw him.
‘Oh, I can really feel it going in now! That’s better, yeah, it doesn’t hurt as much!’
‘Do you want me to carry on?’
‘Yes!’
Stan began to thrust his hips back and forth, his penis fully penetrating Gina’s back passage. Behind the door Stephen watched through a gap, listening to his wife’s grunts, gasps and frenzied moan’s; she was clearly highly aroused, in a state her husband had never before witnessed. Watching his normally placid wife leaning against the wall naked, with backside pushed out, making animal-like noises, enjoying being anally fucked by a complete stranger was almost giving him a heart attack. He was feeling a mixture of uneasiness, jealously, due to the fact he’d never been capable of bringing her to such heights of passion, and incredible excitement. But now the heat was about to go up by several notches.
Stephen saw Stan pass an arm around Gina’s waist and begin to rub her clit, while his other hand went for a breast to squeeze and pull on her nipple. She was becoming even more aroused.
‘Do you want more, Gina?’ Stan asked her.
‘Yes! Harder, fuck me harder, faster, harder and faster! Squeeze my tits harder.
Her buttocks slapped against her lovers belly as she moved her pelvic bone against his hand then pushed back take the full length of his cock up her arsehole. The movements went up a gear, the panting increased at the same rate and speed as the fucking action.
‘Fuck yes,make me cum!’ Gina hissed.
No, Stephen had definitely never been able to bring her to such a high level of sexual lust, where she positively begged for more. The cries, when both fornicators reached orgasm could have woken up the entire camp site.
For a few minutes the cuckold husband quietly watched as his wife and the stranger showered their bodies, amazed, that without showing any shame, Gina allowed Stan to clean both her cunt and anus with his fingers while she rubbed soap on his soiled cock, pulling back the foreskin to clean his purple helmet. As they dressed Stephen went outside and fought off a strong desire to masturbate as he stood in the shadows.
As expected, the stranger was first to hurry away, but as soon as he was out of site, Stephen entered the building just as Gina was finishing drying herself, about to cover her naked body with her robe.
‘Sorry, I expect you’ve been wondering why I was taking so long!’ Gina said in a sheepish voice.
‘I learned why just as I reached the door,’ her husband informed her, ‘I saw a man leaving.’ He spoke in a very quiet tone, delivering the words slowly and clearly.
‘It was one of the men from the group we bumped into that saw me naked,’ she told him, feeling compelled to try and explain. ‘I let him follow me in and take a shower with me.’
‘You let him take a shower with you? You mean you invited him to have sex with you.’
Stephen purposely didn’t mention he watched almost the entire proceedings from just a few feet away.
‘I’ve let it all go to my head and been very inconsiderate toward your feelings,’ she admitted.
‘So you’ve enjoyed tonight’s sex so much it left you quite intoxicated – wanting as much as you could possibly get?’
Gina looked ashamed and sorrowful.
‘I never actually believed any man would find me desirable or interesting enough to want to have sex with me.’
They quickly walked back to their mobile home. Gina still thought she needed to explain.
‘I know I’ve let four different men have sex with me, but… ‘
Her husband grabbed her, stopping her in mid sentence; ‘And now it’s my turn – I’m going to make it five!’
He pulled off her flimsy gown spun her round pushing her head down on the bed.
‘You don’t need any lubrication, that guy really opened you up!’
Gina was shocked, realising Stephen was fully aware of the way she’d allowed Stan to fuck her – from behind, but did he know in which orifice? Of course he did, she reasoned, he mentioned lubrication! She had no time to comment or declare her sense of shame; she felt Stephen’s cock slide easily up her anal opening then pound her arsehole. Feeling his hand come down hard on her bottom cheeks as he fucked her, stinging her rump, she wondered whether it was meant as a punishment or to enhance her husband’s sexual pleasure. Whichever it was, she liked it.
‘This… is… the best fuck… we’ve ever had!’ she stammered as he made her bounce and buck her hips.
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