My old English master would blanch at the phrasing of my title saying it suggests that I am going on holiday to fuck. He would be perfectly correct. I was :-). Hi, me again! Thanks for your comments on my last couple of escapades. A few weeks back I promised to tell you about my pending holiday with Andy, Mike and Sue, if there was anything worth telling that is. Well here goes. “Our holidays are based on the four S's,” said Sue as she pulled smoothly away from the kerb. “Sun, sea sand and sex?” I asked hopefully. “Close,” she laughed, “sex, sex, sex and sex but there is sun sea and sand as well. Best not to get the sand near your sex though. Very uncomfortable!” “So I'll need to take my new collar then?” I grinned at her as I said it. “Absolutely! We shall wear them every evening when we go to the beach. When we're on holiday you won't have any sex with Andy and I'll not have any with Mike but we shall have as much sex as possible with anybody else we want. It's no good going on holiday and fucking our partners, we can do that anytime. In the evening we don our collars and head for the beach and loads of sex but during the day we have to behave a bit so we can go out and look for holiday cock and hopefully get pulled. We need to get you a suitable wardrobe for the daytime.” On the Friday afternoon us two girls trundled our wheely suitcases towards the foot passenger section of the ferry terminal. There was a little breeze coming off the sea which played teasingly with the hem of my short dress. Technically, I suppose, I should have been wearing leggings or maybe shorts/hot pants. Sue pointed out that leggings and hot pants are not the easiest things to remove in a hurray and anyway I'd be wearing a bikini bottom most of the time, if anything. I was wearing a very pretty pair of boy shorts instead on the basis that, from a distance they might look like proper shorts. We stood in the sunshine looking around innocently. “Two guys behind you. Looks like they are off on a cycling holiday. Can't take their eyes of your bum!” whispered Sue. Cycling holiday? Fit and with stamina then I thought to myself as I turned nonchalantly to check them out. “You OK with the one on the left?” I asked her quietly. I smiled at the guys, they smiled back as a cheeky puff of wind blew my hem up. I walked towards them. “Going far?” I asked chattily slightly thinking of the Avenue Vert on the other side of the Channel. “Oh, we always go all the way when we get the chance,” said the one on the left with a lovely smile, “How about you?” “We like to go all the way too, don't we Gwen?” Sue replied. “Sure,” I told them, “when we get the chance.” I added eagerly not thinking of the Avenue Vert at all. We chatted to Pete and Malc while we waited to board. They had come down from London and were headed for Paris. They also had a cabin so that they could freshen up and asked if we would like to use their facilities during the crossing. Sue accepted their offer slightly quicker than I could. We followed Mike and Andy down the corridor to the cabin. They stopped and as we eased passed Mike said to Andy 'lucky buggers!' and I saw both Pete and Malc smile back at them as they stopped to open the door to the next cabin. It was small, a single bed along each of the two main walls, a port-hole between and the facilities just behind the door. “Small,” announced Sue after opening the toilet door, “but then I like a little head. We could probably squeeze in two at a time to save water, if we were very friendly. Gwen, Pete, do you want to go first?” When we came out of the shower Sue was playing with Malc's cock with her fingers while running her tongue around the top. She looked up at me and smiled happily, “thought you two had drowned,” she said getting up and squeezing passed me. “We had to introduce ourselves.” I told her, getting on to the other bed so that Pete and I could continue our introductions. When I was being 'pleasured' by Eric I was on a high. A young, virile, horny lad was fucking me! Andy was there and I was on a public beach. What more could a slut want? Where would I go to improve on this? I told Sue about what was going through my head at the time while we were doing my holiday clothes shop. Sue had laughed. “When you first felt Andy's cock slide into you on Xmas night, how did it feel?” she had asked without any hint of embarrassment. “Incredible, fantastic, wonderful. All of the above,” I told her without any hesitation. “And the night before last?” she prompted. I thought for a second or two, “wonderful, very, very nice.” I told her. “Not 'incredible or fantastic?” she chided. That got me thinking. “When we make love or fuck it is always wonderful and I never fail to have at least one fantastic orgasm but it's different now, I 'spose,” I admitted. “And what about when my husband first slipped his cock in and gave you a sound seeing to?” There was no tone of censorship in her voice. “Out of this world!” I admitted. “So, is 'out of this world' better than 'incredible, fantastic, wonderful'?” It was a reasonable question. That took longer to think about but eventually I admitted that it probably was. “Because?” That was a loaded question! How the hell could I answer that? It's her husband we were talking about after all's said and done. “You want the truth?” I asked cautiously. “Of course!” she told me, “Don't worry. Bin there, done that. I know exactly what you're thinking and don't forget you slept with my husband in my house last night!” That was true, while she fucked my fella! I smiled at her. “Aren't we a perfect pair?” I suggested, “He wasn't mine to fuck. He belonged to somebody else but he was fucking me. That gave me a hell of a buzz!” I replied honestly. “And how was it last night?” she probed. Again I thought for a second or two, “wonderful, naughty, delicious.” I told her then pre-empted her next question with, “I think that's because he still isn't mine to fuck and you were in the room next door fucking Andy at the same time. I don't honestly think Mike is a better fuck than Andy, nor is Andy a better fuck than Mike. They're totally different when it comes to the actual sex. I think it's the extra little buzz of 'shouldn't really be doing this' that makes it so delicious. Even now, I love Andy watching Mike shaft me. I even enjoy Mike watching Andy screw me. As to those times when you are there watching Mike fuck me ....? You probably think I always have massive orgasms but believe me those big ones are more likely down to you being there.” Sue was smiling contentedly. “So, it's safe to say you like an audience then? And if it's watching a new cock, like Eric's, fucking you then so much the better.” I didn't disagree, I just smiled as memories of the time on the beach with Eric and the others flooded back. “I know exactly where you are coming from,” she said, “Getting fucked by another guy in front of your lover or husband is always going to be great if he enjoys watching you fuck. Getting fucked in a place where getting fucked was frowned upon adds that little extra due to the risk of being caught. But if you are lucky enough to do one, or the other or both with a total stranger then the buzz is, as you say, out of this world'! Getting fucked by a stranger is always going to give a tremendous buzz! Opening your legs for a stranger, inviting him to use your body as he wishes will always excite because you have no idea, at that time, what it will be like. A new cock is always a new adventure. That's why we are sluts, always looking for the new adventure. If a cock was a cock was a cock, we'd just be horny wives, content to fuck our husbands morning, noon and night!” As Pete and I laid head to cock I felt that buzz again. A new cock, a new adventure. My pussy throbbed with the anticipation of feeling a new cock sliding in. Sue was perfectly correct and I was totally hooked. I was a slut and wanted lots and lots of new adventures. Pete rolled me over so that I was on top and parted my legs. In the shower we had taken it in turns now it was simultaneous oral. I was in heaven! The slut that came to the fore on the beach came again as his tongue traced delicately between my pussy lips. I was particularly noisy, Andy and Mike being just next door. Delicious foreplay was part of the adventure and I played happily until he was ready to slide this new cock into me. When Sue and Malc finally came out of the shower I was riding Pete to my second noisy orgasm, leaning forward and sliding back and forth on his stiff cock. I smiled at Sue in gratitude. Now I knew why Sue was so happily playing with Malc while she waited. She watched the cock driving into the cunt that her husband's cock had fucked only a few hours before. Malc laid on the bed and Sue straddled him lowering her pussy onto his face. Foreplay, the preface to all good adventures. I was right. They were fit and had a lot of stamina. It was a good hour before Pete pumped his first load into my grateful cunt. After a few minutes recovery I automatically went down to clean him off. “I'll do that!” said Sue, “send him over here. You can have Malc, when he's filled me up.” Pete delightedly stood in front of Sue and fed his dripping cock into her mouth. I laid and watched his friend fuck my lover's mistress, patiently waiting for my chance to savour their mixed juices. When we both had a pussy full of fresh spunk and the delivering cocks had been licked and sucked until they were perfectly clean we laid, me with Malc and Sue with Pete, on the two small single beds just chatting, stroking, kissing and teasing. There was none of the fabled 'and two minutes later they were as hard as iron and 10” long and they fucked us again like stallions'. We rested and played for about an hour (this is the real world). When I felt Malc's cock responding positively to my encouraging touches I went down on him, teasing him with my mouth, lips and tongue. It was well worth the wait. We fucked, gently this time. We changed position after each of my frequent orgasms. We swapped partners. They spit roasted Sue. They spit roasted me. The constant changing of positions gave me many orgasms and the short breaks in fucking enabled the guys to last for ages. Even the slight lack of rigidity caused by the delay of getting from one slut to the other worked to everybody's advantage. It was fantastic to feel them grow inside me again. All good things cum to an end. When Malc was ready to shoot he pumped into my cunt then fed the rest into my mouth. Sue was just as lucky if a little slower. Malc and I cuddled up until I heard the alarm going off in the adjacent cabin. “A quick shower then dressed, I think,” I suggested. For speed Malc and I showered together then Sue and Pete. We were just about ready when the tannoy system advised that we should start preparing to disembark. We came out of the cabin just as Andy and Mike opened the door to the adjacent cabin. “Sounds like you two had a good time,” said Mike picking up Sue's suitcase. “Sorry,” said Sue, “did we keep you awake?” “Narh!” replied Andy, “we just listened to make sure you were OK and having a good time then went to sleep. We've a long drive ahead.” he picked up my suitcase. “Excuse me,” said Pete tentatively, “do you know these two gentlemen?” Sue started up the companion way stairs. She, like me, had put on her wet panties to catch any dripping spunk. She turned at the top, smiled and said “You could say that, they're our husbands.” A great way to start our holidays Would you like to hear more? Lots of love Slutty Gwen. XXX