I had always wanted to go to the fair with Emma but because of the kids never could. This year though I thought would be different and I arranged for carers to be available for a couple of days towards the end of the week that would allow me to join her there. Emma would go on the Thursday and I would join up with her on Saturday evening for one night. We have always been adventurous in our sex life and each had experience before our marriage that we enjoyed sharing during it, in fact some of the tales turned us both on. We had always said though that we would not cheat on each other, we would only involve others when the partner was aware, if not present. For my part I can say that I have kept my part of the bargain. Emma still says she has kept her side, but lately let it slip that she doesn’t consider anything other than straight fucking to be unfaithful. It took me no time to realise that this still left a good blow job and arse fucking as options and she smiled knowingly when challenged but would not say anything else. She is a massive flirt and to be fair this turns me on as I am a bit of a voyeur anyway. Thursday came and Tina went to the fair, I actually take her, help set up the stall and caravan for accommodation then leave to look after the kids. Other than scorching sunshine this year nothing seemed exceptional, ,that is until I went again on the Saturday evening, having taken the time to shave around my balls, removing all pubic hair. Most blokes find this odd, but apart from feeling great in the breeze outside, it feels great when receiving a blow job and there’s no chance of Emma choking on a stray pube. The fair ground was still busy with the market stall taking the last bit of cash from the punters, who were mostly on their way home now at the end of another hot day, laden with goods they had bought but maybe didn’t need or want. I parked up next to the caravan and made my way to Emma, who was at her stall. As I did so I saw a few new faces opposite on stalls in a different aisle, including Jason and Chris, as I came to know later. They were, like us in their forties, but Jason stood a good 6’2” tall and was muscularly built with dark hair falling onto his tattooed shoulders. He wore a vest that was torn, probably from work rather than fashion. Chris was more my height at about 5’11” but again muscular, as most of the market traders seem to be. He had a pierced left nipple, with a larger than usual ring through it and wasn’t wearing a shirt, obviously to show it off? Emma was wearing a light coloured skirt, which was a bit unusual for her as she almost always wears jeans or cut offs, with no pants underneath. She was also wearing an off the shoulder gypsy type top, and as I got even closer I realised that she wasn’t wearing anything but these items. With the sun behind her it was easy to see her shapely legs highlighted through the skirt and just as easy to see that she was sticking by neither her decision not to wear pants underneath either, nor a bra as her ample, 44E tits were clearly visible through the almost sheer cotton top. Topped with a smile she looked simply stunning at 6’00” tall, with blonde hair and a figure that for her age was fantastic. It was obvious that Chris and Jason thought so too, as well as the large number of customers who seemed to be asking for items from low down on the stall just to get Emma leaning forward and giving even closer glimpses of her ample tits. She loved it. I stood back for a while and watched as I think people watching is a great hobby. Then Emma came to me, gave me a big kiss and stroked my knob through my jeans, she shouldn’t have as I almost instantly got a hard on and felt uncomfortable in the knowledge that I had to walk across to the stall in this condition. As I don’t wear pants either my shaven knob stood erect behind the button fly and as I looked across Jason winked at me as if to confirm he had seen my greeting, but there was something else. Emma got someone to watch the stall for a few minutes and I asked who Jason and Chris were, to which she replied, new friends from the north of England. She then said she would tell me more later and left me on tenterhooks. After packing up the stall for the night we lit up a fire outside the caravan and sat around chatting with friends, this turned into a sing-a-long, as usual I am told, with drinks flowing freely. The stallholders have to look after their stock but also need to eat and relax. This way they can do both. As the drinks flowed everybody loosened up and Jason and Chris joined us. Emma almost immediately began to increase the amount of flirting, and dressed as before she was drawing loads of attention, and comment. As night fell and darkness came and also went bringing a new dawn, everybody began to drift back to their own caravan’s, much the worse fro drink. Jason and Chris were still present with Emma and me though and Emma began smiling at me as she whispered she had a surprise. We had discussed countless times, threesomes, with each of us wishing to be part of three with two of the opposite sex. Emma turned, walked away from me towards Chris and sat on his knee; he in turn placed his hands on her thigh, over her skirt and his other hand around her waist. Jason stood up and walked behind the two of them and began to kiss Emma’s neck and shoulders, at which her legs fell slightly apart and her arm reached up and over her shoulders to cradle his neck. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, I knew there must have been something between them but I just didn’t know what to do. Emma looked over at me, smiled as if to say I want your agreement, but it’s too late now anyway. I nodded and the three of them stood up together and went into our caravan. I stood at the doorway and watched as Emma was disrobed in no time, her gypsy top, simply slipped down to her waist revealing her tits to me and more importantly to Chris, who wasted no time at all in sucking each nipple in turn, Jason, for his part, simply pulled the skirt down, by placing his hands inside the elasticised waist band and moving them down to the floor where Emma simply stepped out of the skirt. Her moist cunt immediately on view and nicely shaven. Jason parted her legs from behind and began to finger her as she let her hands reach back and stroke his length outside his jeans. He kissed her shoulders again and she visibly wilted with the attentions of these men. I watched, probably with my jaw dropped as my wife was living out her fantasy, but without me at this time. After a couple of minutes playing with, and sucking Emma’s tits, Chris took off his top and undid his belt, allowing his jeans to fall and his cock to spring upwards into Emma’s tummy. Jason reacted by doing the same before beckoning Emma to suck on his cock. She slid down to her knees and knelt between the two of them, taking Jason’s length into her mouth, licking and sucking at his vein and helmet while wanking Chris, before swapping over and taking Chris’s full length into her mouth and, by the length of it, her throat as well She probably forgot I was there, she was so obviously enjoying the attentions of two cocks, each bigger than mine. She then took the two cocks together and kissed their ends as they lay at her lips side by side, she probed the bell ends with her tongue, and I could see that they were near to coming. Jason held her hair to one side, so he could see her face as she sucked on his cock and he looked at me, before saying, “she’s fucking brilliant” at which point the thrust forward and spunked all over her face. She lapped his bell end and swallowed some of his come, before turning her attentions to Chris and she asked him to “fuck my arse in front of my husband”. She turned away from him, on all fours and pointed her arse in the air towards him. He wasn’t far short of coming himself, and even though still gob smacked I was finding it such a turn on that I had begun to wank myself. Emma shouted to me to stop, before pushing back onto Chris’s cock. “Stop” she shouted again as I had continued stroking my knob, “not yet”. Chris hammered into Emma’s arse and Jason offered his cock again to Emma’s mouth. How he was hard again so soon I don’t know, but she almost devoured it in one. Sucking its full length again and nearly chewing it off as Chris came into her, and then pulled out to finish over her arse cheeks. Jason shot his muck into Emma again before they both literally just picked up their clothes and walked out the door, not even bothering to dress before they left. I went over to Emma, unsure what to say or do, but she took control again by reaching behind my head and pulling me towards her before kissing me full on the mouth. Jason’s cum was still all over her mouth and within seconds all over mine. “That was my turn, now it’s yours” she said and beckoned to Jane, who had come into the caravan as the boys left. Jane was Jason’s sister and was as tall as he with a slim figure, smaller tits than Emma’s but with pert, erect nipples already standing to attention thro a skimpy lace type dress. Jane was part of a deal that Emma had struck earlier in the week with them all in my absence; that she would blow the boys, but only if there was a fair return for me. Jane was happy to take part having seen photo’s of me in the caravan, but as she was a sister, she would not get involved at the same time. This had been planned with almost military accuracy with only the start time unknown. In her early thirties Jane was younger than the rest of us and in fact had been as interested in Emma as me, but as she was bi, that didn’t matter. She lifted her dress over her head and came and sate on the bed with us both. Emma was knackered but still smiling, her arse sore and dripping with spunk. Me, I could hardly stop myself coming at that time, but took hold of my knob and just held it for a moment. Jane brushed Emma’s arse cheeks with her hands before licking the spunk from them and kissing Emma on the mouth, she kissed long and gently, almost licking rather than kissing, whilst playing in turn with Emma’s nipples. Emma lay fully back on the bed and opened her legs and let her arms fall behind her head, almost crucifixion style, fully submissive. I took off my shirt and trousers and moved across to them both. Jane straddled Emma’s face and faced down to her tummy, the looked across at me and took hold of my cock. She kissed it gently before licking all around it and sucking on my balls, she said she had never seen a man shaven like that before and licked the area completely, from arse to knob end whilst gently manoeuvring above Emma’s tongue. Emma was obviously rising to the occasion as Jane began to tremble as Emma licked at her clit and bit gently at her cunt lips, raising her arms and parting Jane’s arse cheeks in order to probe deeper with her tongue. Jane seemed to lose concentration momentarily as she almost bit my knackers off. I eased myself onto the bed alongside Emma, after all she was my wife, yet I was the only one not to have been inside her in at least part. I licked the inside of her thighs and up to her cunt, which was not just moist but sopping wet with her juices and the cum that poured down from her arse cheeks. I teased at her clit for a while as she did the same to Jane. Jane stroked my knob with her hand and asked me to fuck her. Lifting my head from Emma’s snatch I told her that I couldn’t as it was not in our arrangement, Emma smiled, and said fuck me then. Jane lifted her body up, which had the effect of resting her cunt ever more firmly on Emma’s face and I pulled her legs to the edge of the bed before entering her fanny in one thrust. I was not long before I came; I shot my first straight into Emma and then pulled out to finish over her tummy and in Jane’s ever willing hand. Jane then simply leant forward and licked every inch of Emma’s fanny clean, before kissing her full on the mouth. The caravan absolutely reeked of sex and Emma lay absolutely shagged on the bed, and slept. Strangely, Jane and I talked for a while before she left, but asked if she could take a photo of my shaven bollox, I could see no reason why not and she did just that. What happened to the photo, I’ll never know