I was inspired to post here after looking at last years holiday snaps. Seeing the one and only photograph of their tent brought it all back to me. It had seemed bigger at the time, now hard to believe it could ever have accommodated the four of us. Tents that size are just not intended to be used by two couples for drunken sex with each other. I mean, where did all our arms and legs find space to spread and stretch? We really were like sardines in a can. The early summer was already full of erotic undercurrents. Gary and I discussing new possibilities. He’d broached the subject of swinging earlier in the year, hinting we might try meeting other couples, maybe a single girl. Just bedroom talk at first, but soon it was obvious the idea could never just remain a fantasy. It had so much appeal to us both. I suppose we imagined when it happened it would be through an ad placed on a site like this. We’d browse SH of an evening and fantasise. We even drafted our own ad but never took that final plunge -- just then, that is. Who’d have thought our first time would be with friends from our day to day lives, Mark and Kay. Our July holiday with Mark and Kay. Gary and I are in our mid-twenties. Mark and Kay were younger, she not quite nineteen, he twenty-one. We are married, they engaged. We were down on the coast in Southwest England, camping in the hills just up from a fishing village that will remain nameless. As couples we had our own tents, ours large and theirs small. Why we ended up in their smaller tent will become apparent. The first night we all went to the pub and all drank too much. I can’t remember how we began talking about what we did, but we got onto the subject of sexual fantasises. I don’t think in any way Kay was hinting at anything when she came out and asked me what my biggest turn on was. I think she was just a naïve young girl with a tongue loosened by wine. Maybe she was trying to show us how grown up she was, letting us know she was comfortable with sexuality -- I don’t know. But I do know that when sober, the words, “ I want to watch Mark fucking another woman,” would never have passed her middle-class, butter-wouldn’t melt lips, cupid bow lips. Before that night, I’d always thought her such a prissy little thing. Always neatly nicely turned out, never without makeup, though always understated. Her hair cut neat and tidy in a bob. And so petite. Whenever she stood next to her husband I wondered how her elfin five foot nothing managed to cope with Mark’s six-two of bone and muscle when they made love. So when she told us her fantasy was to watch her husband with another woman my immediate thought was, and I’d love to watch you being fucked by your hench husband, darling. Even as she told it us, movie was rolling the opening credits in my brain. But when it was time for me to tell them my fantasy, I didn’t say I wanted to watch her and her Mark. No, I spouted something bland about wanting to be tied up by Gary and then have him watch while a complete stranger licked my body all over -- which is in fact true. But at that movement in time it was running a poor second to wanting to be a fly on the wall in their bedroom. And the men! What did they have to say. Just the usual male fantasy about being the center of a two-girl sandwich, I’m afraid. Talk about lack of imagination. I studied Kay’s reaction when Mark described the kind of girls he’d like to see together. And when he said he liked redheads (I’m one), and how having one each side of him would be his dream come true, I saw her glance my way. I’d never thought of Kay that way before, but something new was in the air that night in the pub. I felt strangely bemused to see a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, a sparkle of desire. On the way back to the campsite she put her arm around my waist as we walked, pulling me to her so that our hips rubbed. I in turn, being taller than she, put my arm about her shoulder. Now really lazing it up, she called out to our men walking ahead of us. “Hey you two, about us then: Is this what you both like?” Her words shocked me. This was not the Kay I knew and suffered because she was Gary’s friend’s wife. Funny how sex with a person never crosses your mind until some small hint, some tiny clue, lets you know they are interested in you. The men turned around, stood and stared. We walked past them conjoined at the hip. “In your dream, boys,” I said over my shoulder. We both giggled like young girls. When we got back Gary and I visited the shower block before we headed towards our own tent. He was just about to unzip the entrance when I asked him where he was going. To bed he said. I told him not to be so daft, hadn’t he seen what was happening. He really was that clueless. It takes a lot to shake a fixed perception of someone you have known for years. It wasn’t until later on, when he saw me with my mouth on Mark’s cock, that the penny actually dropped. I walked over to Mark and Kay’s tent. Inside torchlight cast shadows, silhouettes like misshapen puppets looming and dissipating.. Kneeling in front of the zip door, the knees of my tights became damp. I wondered if I should say I was coming in but decided if I’d mis-read things. they only ask me to leave. Before going inside I looked across at Gary, still standing outside own tent just ten feet away. I gestured him to follow me. Inside their tent, Kay had taken off her jeans ready to get in her sleeping bag. She was stretched out besides Mark, who was also lying on top of his own sleeping bag, but still clothed. She was talking to him quietly and earnestly. I think she was telling him she loved him and that it would mean nothing to her, just sex. But he was saying “Not them, especially Gary.” Then I was with him, my hand on the zip of his pants saying, “Come on Mark, don’t be a spoilsport. We‘re all up for a bit of fun.” I was very drunk but still managed to find his cock. Kay had changed to a kneeling position across from me leaning over Mark and pleading her case in his ear. Soon Gary was behind her, his hand between her legs, rubbing at her the silky crotch of her knickers from behind. I don’t think she even looked at him or acknowledge his presence. All the time Gary was feeling her up she continued to speak quietly and persuasively to her husband. I licked and sucked Mark’s cock and was a little disappointed to find, when it finally became hard, its size not what his height promised. Even as I licked him, Kay and Mark kept up a whispered debate. When I was satisfied I had aroused him, and was sure I’d swung things so Mark would willingly allow Kay to go with my husband, I broke from sucking him and looked sideways at Gary. He was in the midst of removing Kay’s top, then he reached around her to unclip her front-fastening bras, which required both hands to undo. I’d never owned one so it must have been something of a challenge for him to tackle -- poor dear. But even during his fumbling with the fastener, she remained leaning over her husband, continually telling him she loved him in intense whispers. I could hear everything they both said. I decided to let them have a moment. So I took a break from cock-sucking and crawled over to Gary and released his cock. I wanted to compare it with Mark’s. I was behind him, gently wanking him, while he now massaged Kay’s breasts. Gary has always been such a thoughtful husband, and now he took my hand from off his cock and guided me forward so that it cupped Kay’s right tit. I was taken aback to find my palm cupping her sweet little breast. I let it rest there for a moment, pleased by her unannounced firmness, the convex uplift of her youth. It was a thrill to remember she was not yet nineteen. I felt quite lecherous. I still can’t recall how we positioned ourselves the way we now did. Kay and I were lying face to face on our sides, she in just her knickers, I still fully dressed. I ran my hand over her entire body, occasionally my fingers brushing against those of Gary who now lay behind her with his arms about her. It was just a drunken grope at that point, and some part of me felt we were taking advantage in some way. I don’t know why. Then I was aware of Mark behind me. His hands on my legs, moving up over my buttocks. Then he was gathering my hair back and kissing the back of my neck. By this time, Kay and I were lost in a delicious girl-kiss. God, I thought, me and Kay kissing. For Christ’s sake, this is all so unbelievable. The night before I would never have imagined it at all. Although she was cute, and I am bi, I’d never looked at her that way; how many people do look at established friends like that. Mark roughly pulled my tights and kickers down. At some point the had lost his jeans and now I could feel his cock pressing into my buttocks. Four people in varying state of undress and trying to lose their clothing is just chaotic. Something of the moment became lost while we all huffed and puffed with clothing. Kay was the best off, having only her knickers to discard. Eventually we were all naked, the men condomed-up. And so Kay and I were fucked from behind by each other’s husbands while we kissed and touched each other. I fingered Kay while my husband fucked her from behind, my hand sandwiched between her and my abdomens. I’d never shared a girl which anyone before and it was a real turn on to be kissing Kay while I fingered her clit to orgasm. Her moans reverberated around the limpet seal of our mouths. As she shuddered against me, I thought of Gary’s cock deep inside her only inches from my own belly. The image of its coming and going behind her skin and stomach muscles added herbs and spice to the delicious meal she had become. When both men had both cum, Kay and I remained in each others arms. Then still full of need, I coaxed her down over me. It took her a moment to understand where my hands were leading her. She hesitated but then continued. I don’t know if Kay had ever licked pussy before; if not she was a fast learner. Even in her drunken abandon she showed talent. I ran my fingers through her fine dirty-blonde hair as she gobbled me up, applying pressure or relaxing it to let her know when it was just right for me. I also remember both men, one each side of me, stroking and licking my breasts as Kay obligingly brought me to completion. I tired to stifle my cries during orgasm, but couldn’t help the sounds I made. How sound travels at night on campsite. I shudder to think what our fellow campers thought was happening on that tent. When it was over things were awkward. I think a lot jealousy must have been bubbling up in Mark. Kay asked him if he wanted us to stay with longer. He said he didn’t. A torch came on and Gary and I collected our clothes and went back to our tent. Even now, my imagination conjures the image of Gary and I leaving their tent, our bare backsides mooning as we crawled on all fours through the small zip door. The next day I went to Kay to see how she and Mark were. She was very standoffish, said things were a mess. Gary and I went for a walk down to the village but when we got back their tent and car had gone. I tired texting and phoning but she never replied. I felt responsible. If I hadn’t blustered into their tent and started giving Mark a blow-job, things might still be good between them. We never saw them again as a couple. They split up earlier this year. Last night Gary and I were discussing phoning her and asking her to come round ours one Friday. She really is such a sweet thing. Now that sounds like a plan.