With two young children, getting time to ourselves is difficult which could be frustrating when it came to sex. Though I thought I probably got more frustrated than John, my partner does. I'm 28 and he's coming up to 40 but when we shagged we both enjoyed it, tried to vary things, outdoor sex if we got the chance, he'd recently suggested a threesome, which I was undecided about. Things had become even more difficult when his mother moved in. Now I’m pleased she's there as she babysits while I'm out fucking, though of course she doesn't know that. One of the few “me” times I got was to lock myself in the bathroom, stand under a hot shower, the spray aimed at my tits, and lean back against the wall with my eyes shut and masturbate, imagining some stud is fucking me. That was all before our last holiday!!!! Last summer was our final chance to go on holiday before the twins started school and we could no longer go out of season. I was looking forward to it, I've always loved the sun, feeling the warmth of the sun on my body is guaranteed to make me frisky. I'd finally got my figure back though my tits were larger than they used to be at 34d, they were still reasonably firm. I was looking forward to sunbathing topless, swimming in the warm Mediterranean sea and relaxing. The only down side was that camping there would not be much more chance of sex than at home. Being out of season it was not very busy, mostly older couples, singles and young families like us. Though I don't usually bother, on holiday I always shave my pussy, no unsightly hairs sticking out from my bikini pants. From the first night, at about 10.30pm, I started going to the communal shower block, shared by both sexes, it was almost always deserted. A refreshing shower, shave my pussy ready for the next day and once or twice a wank. In five days we'd only had one shag and that had been interrupted by a little voice from the other sleeping compartment, asking what we were doing. The sixth day was hot and sunny, my tan was coming along nicely and after a day in the sun I was feeling randy. We got the kids settled and sat outside drinking until about 10pm when John said he was going to bed. I finished my drink, went in the tent and took off my T shirt and panties, wrapped a towel around me and headed off to shower. I cleaned my teeth then went to the shower furthest away, got the temperature right and stood under it, shaved my pussy and washed my hair. I heard someone else and another shower start. I was still feeling randy and lent back and shut my eyes, luxuriating in the shower touching my clit before starting to finger myself. I don't now how the door opened perhaps I knocked the latch getting my shampoo from the bag, or how long it had been open but I suddenly became aware that I was being watched from the cubicle opposite. A man of about forty, standing naked, stroking an fairly impressive rock hard erection. I should have closed the door, dried and left, but my pussy was moist, I'd been close to climax, no one else was about and I felt excited that he'd been watching me masturbate. After my initial shock I reached between my legs, parting them so he could see my pussy, lent back against the wall and resumed masturbating. We watched each other wanking, my pussy getting wetter, my nipples harder until a minute or so later he joined me. He took my fingers from my pussy, replacing them with his and placed my hand on his cock. Standing under the shower he bent to my tits and started sucking my nipples, slipping three then four fingers in my cunt, finger fucking my soaking fuck hole, while I wanked his prick. I could feel an orgasm coming, but I didn't want to cum on his fingers, I wanted his cock, I wanted to feel his prick pumping in and out of my cunt, fucking me. I wanted him to fuck me make me cum and spunk in my pussy. I turned around, lent against the wall, spread my legs offering him my cunt. I felt his cock nudging my bum, then him lifting me, his prick touching my hole, opening me, stretching me, as he penetrated my cunt fucking me. Half a dozen slow deep penetrations and I came. He took this as an invitation to fuck me harder, he started ramming his cock in and out harder and faster, almost lifting me off my feet with each thrust. I frantically frigged my clit, desperate to cum again, wanting to feel his cock empty his spunk in my pussy. I needn't have worried he wouldn't make me cum again. He just kept fucking me, he made me cum twice more and still hadn't spunked. I was about to cum again I felt him thrust into me two or three times then standing still, his cock buried deep in my pussy, pulsing as his spunk splattered inside me. He withdrew, a big dollop of spunk ran from my hole and disappeared down the drain. He left me to clean myself, pushing, my fingers in my cunt, trying to get all his spunk out before showering again and returning to our tent where thankfully, John appeared to be soundly asleep. All the next day I felt guilty about what I had done, resolved that it wouldn't happen again. But that night, at ten thirty, I went to the showers, hoping he'd be there again. I'd got away with it once, once more would do no harm, I was on holiday, I was feeling randy, persuading myself he probably wouldn't be there, if he was I'd never see him again after the holiday and could just forget about it afterwards. I saw him waiting just outside the shower block, he followed me in took my arm, led me to the same cubicle, turned on the shower to hide any noise, stripped me, pushing me to my knees. As he pushed me down I gripped the waistband on his shorts, pulling them down for him to kick away, grabbed his semi erect cock, and started to gobble him. I felt his prick growing, quickly getting hard, filling my mouth as I sucked hard and greedily on his cock. I wanted to suck him off, taste his spunk and drink it down but he had other ideas. He pulled me back to my feet, then lifted me up before lowering me until his cock was touching my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tightly, feeling his cock pressing against my hole then sliding inside. He was strong, muscular and easily lifted me up and down, fucking me standing up. I buried my face in his neck to stifle my moans as once again he fucked me hard for ten or fifteen minutes, making me orgasm at least twice before he came, flooding my cunt with his cream. We hadn't spoken, I still didn't even know his name and I'd let him fuck me twice. This time at least I discovered his name, Marc, I told him mine and although he didn't speak English and I didn't speak French he managed to communicate that he wanted me to spend the night with him. At that moment there was nothing I wanted to do more, the thought of laying with him, feeling his lovely cock in my pussy, making me cum again and again. But common-sense prevailed, but only just, and after showering, taking great care to wash all his spunk from my pussy I returned to the tent. John was still awake, waiting outside, told me the kids were fast asleep, his hand, slipping inside my towel feeling my pussy, a grin on his face as he felt my slippery hole. “You're wet. What have you been up to in the showers?” “I might have had a little play” I told him hoping I didn't sound as guilty as I felt. We crept inside and he fucked me, only twenty minutes after Marc had taken me. As he pumped away all I could think of was Marc, although John did make me cum. The following day we went to a wildlife park, and went out for a meal getting back quite late, by the time the twins had settled I was later than usual going for a shower, and was disappointed Marc wasn't there and had to satisfy myself with my fingers. I didn't see him the next day and thought he must have gone, deciding it was probably for the best. We only had a few days left and had gone to the pool, I decided to go back to the tent, taking the long way round. I heard someone behind me, then taking me by the arm as I passed two small tents. It was Marc, in broad day light he quickly dragged inside the tent, pulled my bikini bottoms down, pushed me back on a sleeping bag, fingered me until I was wet, which didn't take long and for the next ten minutes fucked me. As soon as he'd cum he pulled his shorts up, sat outside astride one of two motorbikes, me laid trying to clean the spunk up before putting my bikini back on. A quick shower got rid of the evidence before rejoining John at the pool. I didn't even feel guilty, as I sat daydreaming about Marc, hoping he'd fuck me again later. We only had a couple of days before the drive home and I wanted as much of his cock as I could get before then. That evening at about ten, I was sitting outside the tent with John, he'd had a couple of beers, me most of a bottle of wine. I was thinking about going to the shower, hopefully to meet Marc, when he walked slowly passed. He stopped about thirty feet away, out of John's view indicating that he wanted me to follow him. I nodded that I understood, giving it a few minutes before standing up and telling John that I was was going for a walk before my shower. He looked at his watch and said he was tired and off to bed. I headed towards Marc, following him until we were well out of sight of our tent, heading towards the dunes and the beach. As we left the camp site two men joined us and he stopped briefly talking to them, looking at me, said something else as they bent to pick up a couple of gas lanterns. I'm not naïve, and realised that they all intended to fuck me, a frisson of excitement coursing through my body. Several times before I met John I'd had sex with two men and loved it, three should be even better. They shone a torch on me and Marc suddenly turned grabbed the front of my T shirt and ripped it, pulling it open, exposing my tits, before taking one tit and pinching the erect nipple hard. He tore the rest of the material and threw the shirt on a bush, leaving me in just a thong, calling them over encouraging them to feel my pussy, one either side sucking my nipples, squeezing my tits, one crouched down, pulled my thong to one side and tasted my pussy, licking my gash, then nibbling and biting my inner thighs. I like a rough fuck now and again and it looked like I was going to get one. We followed them towards the beach then branched off in to the dunes, hidden from the camp site where they set the gas lamps down and lit them illuminating the area and all three undressed. I slipped my thong off and started to finger my pussy, it didn't need, much it was already soaking and well lubricated. Just as well as they grabbed me, bent me over, one pushing his cock straight into my cunt, fucking me, the other pushing his prick to my mouth for me to suck. Marc stood watching, stroking his cock watching as his friends took me. The guy fucking me had hold of my tits, pulling and pinching my nipples. I remember hoping that he didn't leave any marks but was passed caring, getting close to orgasm and enjoying the shafting I was getting, even more so when I felt his cock spasm in my cunt signalling that he was spunking inside me. I stopped sucking the other guys cock as I came, then felt spunk running down my legs as the cock pulled out of my pussy. Marc said something to the guy I'd been sucking, who laughed as he laid on the sand. I was pushed on top, straddling him, taking hold of his erection and guiding it to my pussy, sitting on top of him riding his cock, taking him nice and deep, my clit rubbing against him as we fucked. I'd been riding him for only a minute or two, when Marc put his hand on my back pushing me down until I was laid on top of his mate. I felt Marc, behind me, then his prick, touching my pussy entrance, forcing my cunt open as he pushed his cock in next to the other and they both resumed fucking me. I knew that Marc could last and other other guy seemed just as good as they made me cum, continuing to fuck me. Marcs hands were on my bum, spreading my buttocks, he dribbled on my arse then I felt his fingers touching my bum hole, prising it open. A finger entered me then a second, I heard and felt him spit on me, pushing his fingers in my arse up to the knuckles. He pulled his cock out of my cunt, rubbing it against my bum then touching my arse hole. I'd never done anal, I hoped it wasn't going to hurt, I was wrong it did. He pushed the end in, meeting the resistance of my tightest hole. He continued pushing harder, spitting on me again, spreading his saliva on his cock. Then his prick broke through, I screamed in pain, a hand was clamped over my mouth, it felt as if he'd split me in half. He didn't stop he rammed his cock straight up my arse fucking me, thrusting in and out, I let out a sob, then the initial pain and discomfort started to subside. I could feel the two cocks moving inside me, either side of my cunt walls, him spitting on me again adding some lubrication, sliding more easily in and out of my arse as the both fucked me. My arse seemed to loosen as he slid in and out, the two cocks filling my holes, I was enjoying the sensations. It didn't take long for me to cum and as my orgasm peaked I felt spunk shooting in my pussy, followed a minute or so later by Marc emptying his load of cum up my arse. We lay with there softening cocks still inside me getting our breath, from the corner of my eye I could see the first guy was almost hard again stroking himself to erection, spitting on his hand, spreading it on his prick and realised I was going to get fucked up the arse again before they finished with me. The bloke under me wriggled out, and Marc, pulled me up so I was knelling, pulled his cock out of my arse, moved out of the way. My arse hole must have been gaping open, I felt the guys prick against my bum then sliding in to my arse. Much less discomfort this time as I took his length, watched by Marc and his friend who had started to dress. With Marcs spunk helping to lubricate my arse hole, the second arse fucking was even more enjoyable, made even better by being able to reach between my legs, frigging my clit. I fingered my slippery pussy faster and faster, ramming four fingers in my hole each time he slammed his cock up my arse. I had a wonderful climax just as I felt him cum with a groan and pull out, shooting a final spurt of spunk on my back. After that I think you could say I was a convert to the joys of anal sex, though now I always ensure I’m well lubricated first. Marc and his friend had my thong and were sniffing it and refused to hand it back when the three of them had dressed, leaving me to walk back naked. I found my ripped T shirt and put the remains on, for the final few hundred yards, though it was after midnight and very dark and no one was about. I crept up to the tent, unpegging a towel from the line, then had the fright of my life when John spoke “Enjoy your fuck then, Slut?” He was sitting on a chair only a few feet away, I dropped the towel and bent to pick it up, as I bent he switched on a torch, shining it on me. I had my back to him, legs slightly parted, I could feel spunk running down my legs, more dripping from my cunt. Unless he'd been struck blind in the last ninety minutes I knew I'd been busted. I turned to face him the light shone in my eyes I looked down. The beam moved down my body, my nipples were still poking out erect, red marks on my tits. The beam moved lower, shining on my cunt, I could see more marks, around my pussy, on my thighs. I moved and air was forced from bum, more spunk with it, I could feel it dangling between my legs. I waited, not daring to say a word. The torch clicked off “You've been fucked again. Willingly I assume” he said. There was no point in trying to deny it. “Yes. I'm sorry. It won't happen again”. He stood up, I felt his hand I my tits, he pinched my already tender nipples, first one then the other, making me flinch. He moved his hand down over my stomach touched my pussy, roughly pushed all his fingers in my hole, they slid in easily. Calmly, his mouth close to my ear, he whispered, “This feels like a fell fucked Sluts cunt” He touched my arse, pushed a finger in. “You've been arse fucked too. How many fucked you?” “Three” I said. He told me to lay on the lounger and open my legs and stood shining the torch on my cunt. He knelt down beside me, pushing his fingers in and out of my cunt, “Like that do you Slut” “Yes” I muttered. I felt his thumb joining his fingers, him twisting his arm, rotating his wrist, his fingers bunching into a fist. I bit my lip to stop myself crying out as his fist stretched my hole and he pushed it inside me and began to fist me. I guessed he was turned on by what I'd been doing and encouraged him, “Fist me harder. I'm your Slut. Please make me cum” He fisted me harder, I started to thrust back against his arm, luckily no one was camping near us as I started to moan, until I came. He slowly pulled his arm out holding it over me covered in frothy cunt juices and spunk. “How did you know?” I asked he told me that he'd needed the loo, the block had been near the tent and had seen Marc fucking me in the shower. We'd both had our backs to him and hadn't seen him. I realised he had known for about five days and had said nothing, had been biding his time. I told him once more it wouldn't happen again. “You're wrong. It is going to happen again. I think you're going to be getting more cock in future than you could ever have dreamt” he told me. Now most weekends he arranges meets for me, usually just one or two men, once he told me there were going to be three but they invited friends and ten guys were there. They all fucked me while John watched. That's what he usually does, watch and only occasionally participate. Then afterwards he fucks the arse off me, literally, my arse hole is reserved for his personal use.