I had decided, because we hadn’t managed to get away for the previous two year I would drop my caravan down on the south coast, and my wife and her best friend, Joan, could have a month on the site.  Joan drives so once the van was there, they could go down to it when they were ready and come and go as they pleased.  Paula was very happy, and I got lots of kisses and cuddles when I told them it was on plot 85, and it was all set up with fresh gas bottles, awning, loungers and toilet tent.  I had shown Paula how to maintain the toilet and change the gas.  The site owner, Roy, said he would keep an eye on them for me and we swapped phone numbers in the event of issues.

Two days later Paula and Joan left waving me goodbye.  It was four days before Paula rang me and told me they had been enjoying the beach and nice long walks.  They told me that Roy the owner had popped in and introduced himself and said if they needed anything to give him a call.  I was pleased that they were OK, and I didn’t have any worries.  The site was a smallish family site, and it was rare to have larger groups or groups of single sex, so again no worries.  It was three more days before I heard from them again.  I was told Joan had tripped on something and twisted her ankle, so they were only able to go short distances.  I asked were they ok for food, milk and bread etc.  Paula said that Roy had been great and had taken her with him and his wife shopping.  I was relieved that all was well, if not a bit uncomfortable for Joan and her foot.

On my next call I was told Joan was on the mend and there were a group of four men and four girls tented up near them and they had also helped get provisions for them.  I had a three-day weekend coming up and decided to pack just a few clothes and join them for those days.  I left my clothes and bits in the car and after my shift drove down in the dark.  When I arrived the gate was shut and locked which is something Roy does just after ten p.m. to stop vehicles moving around.  I could smell the bonfire going and guessed that the communal barbecue was on the go.

I found the caravan was locked with nobody in it so dropping my bags I made my way through the well-worn track towards the barbecue.  Then I got it!  That feeling that something wasn’t right.  Just before the clearing I peered around a tree.  I know that Joan would have been told to elevate the leg as much as possible, but this was taking it to extremes.  She was on her back on one of the benches.  One lad was holding her legs high, in the ten to two position, while she sucked what looked like a pretty substantial bit of meat he had between his legs and another lad was slamming his meat in and out of her pussy.  I had always suspected her of being a slut by the way she flirted and teased men.  I had been on the receiving end of it many times, not that I minded.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I suddenly noticed that there was another couple banging away just behind them.  The young-looking girl was suddenly yelling that she was coming, and I have to say that my cock was hard and was in sympathy with the man doing the banging.  It suddenly dawned on me that if Joan was here getting a good seeing to where the hell was my wife. 

I backed up the path and took another path towards the beach.  Well before I got to the beach I could hear the sounds of sex, and not just one or two couples.  I crawled up one of the dunes to get a look.  Sure enough there were three couples banging away.  Then I spotted her.  Paula was sat on a rock watching these younger girls getting fucked and sat next to her was Roy.  No wonder he wasn’t about to warn me of anything happening with Joan and Paula.  He was part of it!  Both Roy and Paula were at least dressed and not doing anything.

I didn’t know what to do or think.  In our younger days both Paula and I had seen plenty of action and been in it at university, but I thought those days were well behind us.  It makes me feel very old typing this, but both Paula and I were thirty-four and Joan was thirty-two.  Then Paula got up and was closely followed by Roy, as she made her way up a path back to where Joan was being fucked.  Paula called out to Joan as she walked past her, telling her she was going back to the caravan and turning in for the night.  Joan took the cock from her mouth and replied,” See you later,” then continued her sucking on the cock.

It suddenly dawned on me that the first thing she would see when she got back to the caravan was my bags.  I rushed up the alternative pathway and got back in time to move my bags and watch Roy stop outside our caravan with Paula.  Before she could go inside, Roy turned Paula and planted a kiss on her lips.  Paula didn’t push him off, but she didn’t participate either.  As Roy stuffed his tongue into her mouth his hands were stroking her arse through her short skirt.  When his hand tried to slip up her skirt Paula did stop him and told him she was tired and needed her sleep.  Roy reluctantly let her go and said, “Another night then.”  Paula didn’t answer him but went inside and closed the door.

I went back to where Joan was, and she was now being serviced by two different lads.  She was now on top riding one of them as she sucked the other lad’s cock.  I was right this wasn’t a one off for Joan.  She was a dirty slut, and it wasn’t just teasing with her.   She was a very sexy slut at that.  I still didn’t know if my wife was complicit in sexual acts with these lads or did she just watch as I had seen her doing earlier.  I decided that I needed to hang around and watch what was happening without being watched.  I spent a very uncomfortable night in my car.  The next day I parked the car where it was unlikely to be found and after buying provisions I went and hid in the wooded area just behind the campsite.

Paula and Joan lounged around the caravan most of the day.  Later several of the lads and girls came over to Paula and Joan and they went off with them in one of three cars that left the site.  I could see Roy was not happy that Paula and Joan had gone with them.  I actually caught up on a few hours sleep that I hadn’t had the night before.  Later when they returned, Joan and Paula joined, what now looked like ten lads and an equal number of girls, at the communal barbecue.  Their tented area had also increased in tents.  Roy was also there at the barbacue, and was hands on with several of the girls, touching their arses, and it was clear that the girls put up with him.  Paula joined several of the lads at the barbecue and was cooking a huge pile of food.

Then they were all sat down eating.  Joan was sat between two lads that looked as if it was Joan that they actually wanted to devour.  Paula was sat off to one side with a good-looking blond lad.  They were chatting as they ate.  Then Paula was assisting the lads to wash and wipe up the plates and cutlery.  By the time that was finished the light was beginning to fail.  Then it just started.  The lads were all over the girls and yet again Joan was on her back taking plenty of cock.  I was pleased to see Paula sat with the blond lad again, and they were just watching all those around them fucking.  Even Roy was getting a blowjob.

The sucking and fucking seemed to go on for hours.  It was just fifty minutes when I consulted my watch.  Quite a few of the girls and lads had split off and returned to their tents.  Then Paula was on her feet and the blond lad took her hand.  It was tricky following them without being caught or seen.  Eventually I see the pair of them at the dawning to our caravan.  The lad was kissing Paula and stroking her tits.  As his hand dropped to her skirt she pulled away and went into the van and shut the door.  I felt proud that my wife had enjoyed a bit of flirting but stopped before it got out of control.

I returned to watch what was going on at the beach.  Joan was way past flirting as she sucked cock after cock and was fucked by each and every one of them, including Roy.  I was stunned that Joan as a young woman would allow Roy, a man in his sixties, fuck her, but so did those younger girls.  Eventually I watched Joan being escorted home by two lads.  One had his arm around her and down her blouse and onto her tits.  The other one also had a hand around her, but his hand was up her skirt playing with her arse and presumably her pussy.  She was still limping.  They stopped at the caravan door and as one snogged her the other one was trying to get his cock into her.  Joan pushed them both off and went into the caravan leaving them to find their own way back to their tents.

I returned to my car.  Another rough night in the car.  I decided that if nothing happened with my wife the following night, I would return home pleased yet tired.  As the evening arrived, they were all around the barbecue including Roy.  I thought I saw one of the lads slip a hand up Paula’s skirt.  Then my view was blocked.  Soon everyone was more interested in eating than shagging. 

I noticed that Joan was walking a little better.  Then after the clearing up was done they were all heading for the beach.  Roy already had his hands up some young girl’s skirt.  I noticed that Paula was again sat with the blond lad as couples started to make out.  The lad tried his luck with Paula and pulled her to him for a kiss.  Paula kissed back.  I was hoping this was as far as things would go like previous nights, but it didn’t.  The lad went for Paula’s tits, and she allowed him to remove them from her top and suck on them.  Laying in the dune I was quite uncomfortable as my hard cock dug into the sand, but I didn’t want to move in case I missed anything or gave my position away.

Then the lad asked if he could go for her pussy.  I could hear my wife telling him to be careful as her period had only just stopped and she was usually a little sore straight afterwards.  The lad bent down and removed Paula’s panties and licked her pussy gently.  Paula told him it was OK, and he could go further.  He was now gently fingering her pussy.  It wasn’t long before Paula told him she wanted to be more comfortable.  Then she stood up and took the lads hand and they walked back to the caravan and went inside.  A few minutes later the van was rocking, and I could hear Paula moaning.  My wife was definitely cheating on me and with a lad a lot younger than her.  

I decided what’s good for the goose was good for the gander and I made my way back to the beach.  Roy was actually getting his leg over with one of the youngest looking girls.  I could see one that had been fucked and was taking a break.  I made my way to her and there was no resistance when I put a hand up her skirt.  She had definitely been fucked, but my cock didn’t care.  I climbed on top, and she moved to help me get in place.  Then I was in her and fucking her. She rocked back making the best of our fucking.  I enjoyed being bareback and coming deep in a younger pussy to the one I was used to.

A while later I drove back home.  It was their final weekend when I got back to them.  I asked had they had a good time.  Joan giggled and said yes.  My wife was a little more discreate and just nodded.   Back home and the caravan stored I was looking forward to sleeping with Paula.  As we undressed, I noticed marks on her left tit.  I asked how she got them.  Paula took a big breath and then said, “I have been naughty.”   I asked how had she been naughty.  Paula said that she had slept with other men.  I tried to look stern and asked who when and where.

Paula said that in their second week Roy told her and Joan that he had some young couples arriving the next day.  They had stayed a few times before and they could get a little wild.  Paula asked what he meant by wild, and Roy said they sometimes fucked outside of their tents.  Joan was clearly excited at seeing young couples fucking.  He said that they sometimes fucked on the beach.  Paula told Joan and Roy that they would keep out their way.  It was a short while later that day that when Joan twisted her ankle.  Now they couldn’t go far.

The next day four couples arrived and true to Roy’s word they were soon fucking in the grass and not necessarily with the person they had arrived with.  Paula said that at the first opportunity Joan had attracted one of the lads and was flirting with him.  As short while later she had disappeared and when Paula found her, she was at one of the tents with her legs in the air and groaning at the fucking she was receiving.  Paula said she left Joan to it and returned to the caravan.  She said it had made her horny, but her period had started.  I knew Paula doesn’t like having sex or even playing with herself when her period had started.

For the next few evenings Paula said Joan was with the young couples and getting her arse well and truly screwed.  Paula said that Roy spent a lot of time hanging around the young couples.  Paula and Joan were getting low of supplies and Roy and his wife took her to the supermarket with them where she stocked up on what they needed.  Joan had boasted to Paula that she had received more sex in four days than in the last six months.  Paula said it had her climbing the walls for a fuck, but her period was still heavy.

A few days later they again needed a few items, sanitary towels being one of the items.  One of the lads was going shopping and Joan set Paula up with the blond lad.   He tried it on in the car on the way to the supermarket.  Paula told him it was the wrong time of the month, and he was understanding.  The next few days he hung around Paula but respected that her period was still heavy.  Paula said she desperately needed fucking and had she not been on her period she would have fucked him and probably several of his mates.

Paula said that the parties and Joan got wilder and spiled over to the barbecue area and the beach as well as around their tents.  By this time the tents had increased to ten or more.  Then Paula said it happened her period stopped and although a little sore she was desperate for a good fucking.  The blond lad had been so good with her so Paula decided that she would let him have his way with her.  Joan was again on her back taking on any cock that came her way was how Paula put it.  Paula decided that she didn’t want to just put it around and besides she was still a little sore, so she said she took the lad back to her bed in the caravan.

She said he didn’t have a particularly good technique, but he sure could bang away and nice and deep, plus he lasted a long time.  It was just what she needed, and she came twice.  She woke to find that he was still in her bed and on getting up there were two more lads in Joan’s bed with her.  Paula then confessed that the following evening the blond lad was back along with another of his mates.  Paula was no longer sore and still needed fucking.  She admitted that she had sucked and fucked both the lads until she fell asleep.  The next day after the blond lad gave her a final shagging the whole group packed up and left site.

Paula said that Joan was still coming down from her high from sucking and fucking so many lads.  She was so wound up that she even let Roy have his way with her.  He had tried it on with Paula and she told him no and that she had her standards, and he didn’t fit them.  He was annoyed and upset but scurried away when he saw my car pulling into the camp site.

By the time Paula had relayed her story I was so worked up that I had her on her front and mounted Paula from behind and fucked her to a mutual orgasm.  Later when Paula was again asking for forgiveness, I confessed that I was there, and at first was angry and hurt, but that all changed when I had my chance with one of the young girls.  I told Paula how I made use of the young girl and fucked her and came in her.

Paula was shocked that I was there and had one question, “When can Joan and I go away again?”  I asked when do I get to fuck Joan.