If you have been following this story you know how we met Doug and Clare at a club in London. We met for a quick stop a couple of months later, but we will tell you about our third meeting today.

We hired a caravan at Harlech. Lisa and I arrived first, claimed the caravan and picked up some supplies.

Doug and Clare arrived a few hours later.

Clare hardly got in the door before I put an arm around her and kissed her. Our lips melted together and I felt the warmth of her body.

“Should we leave them to it?” Doug asked.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” Clare apologised.

“Who's hungry?” Lisa asked. “For food.”

After dinner we got back to the caravan, and sat down with some wine.

“What have you two been up to since last time?” Doug asked.

“Not much, Naked Occasions and a few men.” I told them.

“Is that a club?” Clare asked.

“Yes, in Devon. You would like it.” Lisa answered.

“It's a long way to cum for a bit of fun.” Doug dismissed the idea, they lived in Scotland.

Lisa reached over and touched Doug's leg. “If you can't come to the club….”

“...we will have to make do.” Clare completed and looked at me.

I took her glass and put it with mine on the side.

“I'm not making do.” I told Clare and ran my hand up her arm, behind her head and she leaned in to kiss me.

Doug started to undo his buttons. Lisa pulled her dress to her waist displaying her tits in a blue bra. Clare stole a look.

“You like?” I asked.

“Maybe.” Clare answered as she felt my cock. “Is that for me?”

“If you want it.”

“That is why I…we are here.” Clare reminded me.

Lisa pulled her dress up to her knee. Doug put his hand on her knee and moved up her inner thigh.

“Nice” Doug declared.

Clare looked over. “What have you found?”

“A wet pussy.” Lisa said.

“No nickers.” Doug informed his wife.

“I wish I thought of that, do you wish I thought of that Tony?”

“As long as they come off.”

“Then we better see to it that they do.” Clare said as she started towards the bed.

We stripped off, I glanced towards the bedroom at the other end and saw Doug with his hands around Lisa holding her tits. Lisa was happy.

Clare was laying on the bed, her legs parted. I moved up and kissed her pussy, then my tongue explored. As I moved further up her body I heard Lisa calling Doug names and knew she was having fun.

Clare's silky pussy excepted my cock which felt warm as I repeatedly plunged deep into her. Clare was twisting her body and panting hard. With one hand she pushed my shoulder away and the other kept my waist against her.

“O I've been thinking of that all day.” Clare told me.

I looked down at her, still pumping her, feeling my cock and body getting close and I jetted into her. That is when she allowed me to kiss her, but I never stopped pumping her wet and hot pussy.

“You are making the bed wet.” Clare condemned me.

“We are, not my fault if you can't hold it in.”

“Cheeky bugger.” That was followed by a gasp and violent contortion.

I spilt my second load into her.

I moved off her and she laid her head on my shoulder. We were both warm but still unwilling to part.

“Our profile is a lie, you know?”

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“He fucks men.”

“He thinks saying so would scare off meets?”

“Yes, does it scare men, you saying you are bi?”

“I don't know, but probably. Then again it attracts some.”

“Would you fuck him?”

“I would not say no if you keep coming back.”

…but that is another story for another day.