As you know from my first post, I was on holiday in France with Emma and Dave, my Hubby at home working. They'd been swinging for about three years, they'd only found out about the dunes near the camp site during our last visit. Unbeknown to me Dave had wanted to fuck me for a couple of years. For reasons which would take to long to explain they were hopeful we might be interested in swapping. I'm certain Steve wouldn't have, I on the other hand was proving to be more amenable and, selfish as it sounds was glad my husband hadn't been able to come on holiday. Dave fucked me after we'd been to the beach, on the afternoon of the first full day, while Emma, his wife, watched. I discovered that I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak and found being watched intensely erotic. The biggest revelation was the realisation that I had never been fucked properly before. No doubt someone can provide an explanation of why, not to mince my words, I became a Slut so easily, and by he end of the holiday, so comprehensively. My opinion is the primary reason was the realisation that there was a lot more to sex than my husbands, selfish version, where I rarely orgasmed or got much out of it. Having finally been fucked by a guy who made sure I came, I wanted more. That, probably more than anything, made it easier for me to be unfaithful again (and again and again). Dave had fucked me, he slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy, lifted my leg from over his shoulder. I lay on the couch, a satisfied smile on my face, Dave's spunk dribbling from my hole. I was brought back to reality by Emma telling me to cover my pussy and stop Dave's cum getting on the upholstery while she got some tissues. She stood holding the tissues, just out of reach, “I could lick you clean” she volunteered. “May be next time. I'm not sure I'm ready to go that far just yet ” I replied, surprising myself that I was even considering allowing her to go down on me. She pouted, took a handful of tissues, told me to move my hand and I let her wipe Dave's spunk from my pussy. Dave was using the shower, so I put on a beach dress, grabbed a towel and used the nearby shower block. When I returned, they were preparing, an evening meal, including the cucumber that Emma had used to fuck herself. “I've washed it, though I'm sure you'd have liked the taste of my pussy” she said suggestively. The conversation during the meal, unsurprisingly was about sex. They were both sympathetic about what poor sex I had been getting, promising me plenty of cock if that's what I wanted. No pressure, the decision was entirely mine. Not a difficult one by the time Emma had finished telling me stories about all the guys who'd fucked her, both at home and on previous holidays. “Can I start tonight?” I asked after she'd finished telling me about two guys fucking her on the beach last time we were there. We decided to go to the camp site club, see if there was anyone we fancied. They both reminded me I had a fortnight, not to just go with the first guy I could grab. I hadn't brought any especially sexy clothes and at Emma's insistence borrowed a spandex, one shoulder minidress. A one size, stretch material, it left one shoulder bare, and moulded to my body. It left nothing to the imagination, clinging to my 38DD tits, my nipples poking out, panty line visible, resolved by removing them. I'd never have dared, or for that matter been allowed, to go out wearing such a revealing dress, let alone not wearing a bra or panties. I looked a myself in the mirror, tugged the hem down a bit so I wasn't in quite so much danger of revealing my pussy. Not that it made much difference, the material had a mind of its own and returned to where it had been originally, two or three inches below my pussy. I could see Emma looking, a smile on her face, “I look like a tart” I giggled nervously. She raised her eyebrows, nodded and said “We both do. Ready to go find some Cock?” We linked our arms through Dave's, walked to the site Club just after dark. A bar with a dance floor, surrounded by tables, under an awning outside. It didn't look to promising, mostly couples, we got drinks, sat at table, somehow managing not to flash my pussy at everyone. A few people dancing, but no guys around to dance with. Emma noticed a group of 4 or 5 lads going into the games room next door and suggested we check them out. Three of them playing pinball machines, two on the table football game, all no more than 18 or 19 years old. We sat at a table watching, looking available, for want of a better description. “Ready to learn how to be a Slut?” she asked. I don't think I'd really thought about what I was doing in those terms until then. Trying to sound more confident than I felt, I said I was. Emma whispered instructions, “Do what I do. Cross your legs and flash your pussy” I looked at her, she mouthed “Do it” She crossed her legs. The guy on the side of the football table facing us saw her pussy and said something to his mate. “Do it now” she hissed. Just as the other guy turned to look, I crossed my legs and exposed my pussy to them. I felt an incredible surge of excitement, hardly able to believe I was exposing myself to them. They said something to the other guys, they turned to look. I glanced down, the dress had ridden up above the top of my thighs, the smooth shaven V between my legs, and the top of my slit visible. They forgot their game and walked over, said something in German, Emma asked if they spoke English, they asked in English if we'd like a drink which we accepted. I was already on my fourth, feeling carefree and horny. Emma asked which one I fancied. I told her the blond, asking if they weren't a bit young. “They're old enough to drink, they're old enough to fuck” They returned with the drinks, asked our names, we played a couple of games of table football. Following Emma's example, I let the dress rise up, my bum partly uncovered, playing the game, with the blond guys hand on my bum. When I didn't object, he moved his hand between my legs, touching my pussy. Emma mouthed encouragement from the other side of the table, beckoning to me to lean forward. I leant forward, the back of the dress rode up higher, my bum completely uncovered. I was facing the door to the bar and club, the football table hiding me from the waist down, my back towards the guys by the pinball machines. Bent practically across the football table, she looked over my shoulder. “I think you've got their attention, pull your dress up a bit more and open your legs. Let them see your Cunt” A quick look through the glass door, the only person looking was Dave. “Go on do it now” Emma hissed. My left hand holding onto the table, with my right hand I gripped the hem and hitched it up above my pussy and parted my legs. The guy who'd been touching me, moved away to see. The guy with Emma moved around too. “They're watching, Touch yourself” she said huskily. Excitedly I realised she was suggesting I masturbate in front of them. She wanted to see how far I was prepared to go and I was determined not to back down. I reached down, touched my mound, shivered as my fingers brushed against my clit, ran a finger along my slit, feeling how wet I was. I slipped two fingers into my hole, spread them holding my cunt open, displaying my sex to them. I began to rub myself, using my fingers to open and close my fuck hole, my sex juices beginning to flow, wetting my thighs. I could feel my aroused, engorged clitoris, a hard little bud under my fingertips. I turned to face them so I could see them and they had a better view of my cunt. Openly masturbating in front of five young lads had to be the horniest thing I'd ever done until then. If Emma hadn't suddenly warned me someone was approaching, I honestly think I would have continued masturbating to orgasm. Instead I quickly stood tugged the dress down and tried to look innocent. The guy only looked in, but the moment had gone. The football game abandoned, Emma was chatting to the two guys we'd been with originally then told me, we were going to their tents. They said something to the other three guys and we left with them, passing Dave who gave Emma and me a wink. Their tents were on a couple of pitches, in the far corner of the site, with no other tents or caravans near. Before we even got there, my dress was up around my waist again, and the top pulled down uncovering one of my tits. Fortunately there were few people about and the lighting on low poles, just enough to illuminate the path. We reached the tents, Emma quickly told me that the other three guys shared the tents, then went into one tent with her guy. I took my dress off, dropped it on a chair outside. It was to dark to see much but I could make out Dieter (at least I knew the name of the guy who was going to fuck me by then), undressing then unzipping the tent, holding the flap open for me to go in. He took my arm and guided me into the inner tent onto an airbed. He started to fondle my tits, then began to suck my nipples. My hand found his cock, nice and hard, quite thick. I started to wank him, squeezing his cock, smearing the precum already seeping out, over his knob. I could hear Emma in the other tent, already being fucked, rolled on my side, raised one leg when I felt Dieters hand on my mound, letting him slide a couple of fingers into my cunt. I was already dripping, certainly didn't need much foreplay, his cock felt rock hard in my hand and I wanted it inside me. I wriggled closer until his prick was touching my pussy. I pressed it against my gash, rubbing it up and down against my clitty. He stopped sucking my tits, put his hand on my shoulder, pushed me onto my back, rolling on top of me. I spread my legs, reached for his cock again, guiding it to my cunt. He slid his cock into me, my highly aroused, well lubricated hole, stretching to take him easily. He began to fuck me, pulling out then slamming his cock up me hard, almost driving the breath from me. I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him deeper and slowing him down a bit. He got into a nice steady rhythm, I clung to him, responding to his thrusting cock, by pushing back to take him. I was building up nicely, trying to ignore the voices outside, the three other guys returning. Over Dieter's shoulder I could just make out one of the other guys looking in, then undressing. I knew he wanted to fuck me too. I hadn't even considered the possibility that might happen until Emma told me outside the tents. Rather than being shocked by such depravity, to my astonishment, I found that I wanted him to fuck me. I sensed, rather than saw the second guy, kneeling next to me, reached out, found his leg and, ran my hand over his thigh, felt his balls, gave them a gently squeeze before wrapping my fingers around his erect shaft. My inexperience showed, close to cumming, trying to wank one guy while his mate fucked me, not sure whether I should move so I could take his prick in my mouth and try to suck it. The dilemma was solved by Dieter, giving a couple of hard thrusts and cumming inside me. Just to soon for me, I rolled him off, found the other guy, pushed him on to his back, grabbed his prick, mounted him lowering myself onto his rampant pole. It can't have been more than a few seconds between Dieter cumming, me pushing him off, straddling the second guy and him penetrating me. I felt in control, liberated, powerful even, riding him, hands on his shoulders, holding him down, fucking him rather than being the one being fucked. I'd never felt anything like it before, a sexual vitality, freedom from my husbands narrow-mindedness and lack of imagination. My sexual inhibitions disappearing, I fucked him until I came, continuing to ride him until I felt his cock jerking as he shot his spunk inside me to mingle with Dieter's youthful seed. With hindsight they weren't the greatest fucks of the holiday, but the fact I was doing it illicitly, with guys I'd only just met for the first time, made it more arousing and exhilarating. I probably climaxed as much from the thrill of what I was doing than their skills, but I enjoyed it all the same. I climbed off and lay between them, while they played with my tits, sucked my nipples and fingered my cunt, until they fell asleep. I wasn't sure what to do. It sounded as if Emma was still being fucked. I gave it a few minutes, she was still at it so I decided to dress and go back to the mobile home. At least I would have dressed if my dress hadn't disappeared from outside the tent. In the dark I couldn't see much and after a two or three minutes fruitless searching, I gave up and hurried back to the mobile home completely naked. Scary and exciting at the same time and I made some old mans night when I practically bumped into him. The door was unlocked, it was just after 1am, Dave was still awake, laid on the bed naked. I sat on the side of the bed excitedly telling him what I'd done. As I told my story, he stroked his cock until he was erect and started wanking. This will sound ridiculous, but he was the first guy I'd ever seen masturbating. Steve, my husband, would never have let me watch him wanking, I'm not even sure if he even does wank, though I think I've read that most men do. Mind you, I'd never been watched playing with myself until a few hours earlier. It was just the relaxed way he did it, no hang ups, or embarrassment, masturbating while he listened to my story. I found it so arousing I joined in, moving around where he could see, legs open, fingers in my pussy. I'd finished my story and was feeling horny again. Dave’s cock looked invitingly hard. I moved again, lay beside him, head on his chest, cupping his balls, while he continued stroking his prick. I asked him if I could suck it, “Feel free any time” he said. I slid down his body until my mouth was only an inch or two from the tip of his cock. “I'm not very good at this. I've only done it a few times” I told him apologetically. “You’ll get the hang of it. Don't worry, most men are so pleased to find a woman willing to their suck cock they won't complain” he reassured me. I gave his cock a tentative lick, tasting the slightly salty, clear liquid leaking from the eye. I ran my tongue around the glans as I'd seen Emma do, then opened my mouth and took the end between my lips, slowly sucking his cock, inexpertly into my mouth. I felt his hand, stroking my back, then my bum, brushing along my crack, between my legs. I raised one leg, giving him access to my cunt, sucked more of his cock into my mouth as he slid his fingers into my hole, his thumb rubbing my clit. I began bobbing my head up and down, sucking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could without gagging. It became increasingly difficult to suck him as the sensations built in my pussy. I had to stop, gasping that I wanted him to fuck me. He told me to get on all fours, he moved behind me, rubbed his cock along my slit, two or three times, before entering me, ramming his cock into my cunt and fucking me. It was a hard, frenzied, fuck. Fucking like a dog with a bitch on heat. I don't think it lasted much more than 10 minutes, if that. I just let go, pure animal lust, practically growling at him to fuck me harder. He claimed later that I'd demanded he make me pregnant, give me his babies. All I remember was that he made me climax several times. My first multiple orgasm. Dave fucked me again, at about seven in the morning, still no sign of Emma and I went back to sleep. All this shagging was tiring. I was still sprawled on the bed asleep when Emma returned an hour later. She took advantage, waking me by tickling my pussy and slipping a couple of fingers in before I fully realised who was fingering me. She pulled her fingers out, held them up for me to see Dave's spunk from earlier, dangling from them. She licked them clean, looked at my pussy, remarked that she could see more cum in my cunt. I knew she was determined to go down on me at some point, decided I may as well let her get on with it and suggested she might like to clean me. She didn't need asking twice, I spread my legs for her, with her hands on my inner thighs she used her fingers to hold my cunt open and buried her head between my legs. Slowly, carefully and zealously she licked and sucked every drop of spunk from my pussy. She only stopped momentarily when Dave returned from the shop with Croissants for breakfast. I enjoyed my first experience with another woman, enough to repeat it and return the favour by the end of the holiday. She'd also brought the missing dress back with her. The second German lad who'd fucked me, whose name I never found out, had hidden it expecting I wouldn't leave without it. He was wrong there and didn't get to fuck me again. Not that it mattered, because over breakfast we talked about what I'd done so far, how we were going to spend the day and most excitingly what we were going to do that night. A visit to the dunes which I'd heard so much about and hopefully more cock for us both and some pussy for Dave. I'll try and tell the remainder of the story in one final part. That's if you still want me to continue and I haven't already bored you by trying to explain in to much detail how I became such a willing slut.