The year was 1972. Lynda was 23, and we had been married for just four years.

We had a chance to buy an older house in Barlestone. The place needed a lot of work to make it liveable, so I bought a caravan to live in while we worked on the property. We made the property liveable within six months. I then changed my job to maintenance electrician, working a seven day three shift system. This gave me more time at home for my hobbies of fly-fishing, rugby, golf and my wife, not necessarily in that order.

Lynda continued her modelling career.

We went for a drink one evening with our friends Peter and Audrey. They had both been divorced. Audrey escaped from the Isle of Man to get away from domestic abuse. Peter was also abused by his wife. I mentioned them in my first story. (Friday before Christmas.)

Pete suggested, “Because you now have a caravan, why don’t you join our club? We could go out together.”

“That would be a good idea, darling,” Lynda agreed.

Audrey backed her up by saying, “Yes, it would be fun, and stop you from working on the house, all of your spare time.”

I answered by saying, “Okay, I will think about it.”

“Nothing to think about,” said Pete. “All you have to do is get a tow-bar fitted to your car, and check with your insurance. I will look after the club.”

I soon got my side sorted, and we went on a few local meetings; we had quite a good time.

They both asked us to spend the White Bank Holiday together at Porthmadog in Wales; we said we would. The closer the time came, the more we looked forward to going.

We decided to meet there because I did not fancy travelling in convoy on a Saturday afternoon.

We arrived at the site in the late afternoon; Pete was already there, and they helped us to set up camp. During that time, Pete told us they could only stay for the Bank Holiday and would have to go home early because of work commitments. We then went to sample the local pub. There was another couple of campers at a table and they asked us to join them; they were in their forties, I would think. As per usual, later in the evening and after a few drinks, sex popped into the conversation; the ladies were leading by talking about the sizes of men’s penises.

The other lady, whose name was Kate, said, “David has a good one, so I must not complain.”

It was then that Lynda commented: “I would like to try a bigger dick; it's a long time since I’ve had one.”

Everyone in our group laughed, except me. I looked at Audrey; she was looking at me and laughing, then at Pete, who seemed to be embarrassed but still laughing.

“So how big is it?” Audrey asked Lynda.

“Oh, about six inches,” my wife said, “but you always like that bit more, don’t you think? I'll show you when we get back.”

Kate said, “It looks like you're in for a treat, Audrey.”

Audrey just smiled. Shortly after that, it was time to go home.

As we left the pub, Audrey put her arm through mine. I turned and saw Lynda’s in Pete’s, they were chatting away, walking behind us.

“When do you go fishing?” Audrey asked me.

“Usually on the Tuesday when I have a long weekend off. I could drop in for a coffee on my way, if you would like.”

“I would like that very much, but give me a call when you are on your way. After 10.30 would be best because sometimes Pete drops in for a coffee, and I would like him to be gone before you arrive,” she said. We all got back to the site, then bid the other couple good night, and the four of us went back to our van.

I made the coffee while they sat chatting, while watching me.

We sat opposite each other on the bench beds that doubled as seats, when Pete said. “So what’s the problem with his dick then?”

“I’ve told him he’s not big enough,” she said, “Would you like to see Audrey?”

“Yes, she would,” Pete replied to her.

“Hey, hang on a minute,” I said.

Lynda told me, “Shh darling, I’m talking about you. I only want Audrey’s opinion; that’s all.”

With that, she kissed me and undid my zip. She then put her hand in my jeans and released my dick and balls. I am uncut; she has a way of moving her thumb around my bell end that really stimulates the nerve so it jumps to attention and turns me on. She then sat back to show me off. I was so hard I could not help it. So I just leaned back to let them look. I looked at Audrey, then at Pete, expecting him not to be happy, but he just sat there. I looked back across at Audrey, who was looking down inspecting me.

Lynda said, “What do you think, really, Audrey?”

“Not bad really, nice balls though,” she said.

“Well, I think it's time for bed, I’m getting tired, and it's been a long day,” Pete said, stifling a yawn.

With that, I tidied myself up, and we all said goodnight, then they went to their own beds. I kissed my wife and told her, “I’ll get you for that.”

“Maybe, but not tonight. You can try to go to sleep, thinking about the look on Audrey's face as she was looking at your dick and those big balls,” she replied with a grin.

It took me ages to fall to sleep, but she was determined not to give me any release no matter how often I asked her.

The next morning (Sunday) after breakfast, we made our picnic, called for Pete and Audrey, then set off through the dunes to the beach. We set up our four recliners and windbreaks, then settled down.

Lynda took off her top, much to Pete’s enjoyment.

He then said, “This is not a topless beach, you know.”

“When someone tells me, then maybe I will cover up; besides, it is no different from you men taking off your shirts,” Lynda replied.

“Hear, hear, I agree, Lynda,” Audrey replied.

I asked, “So why don’t you take yours off then, Audrey?”

She looked a little sheepish, then she said: “Okay, I will.”

She slipped off her top and said, “There is that better?”

Many people walked past, including some from the club; they all greeted us, and I noticed the husbands having approving glances.

Both ladies stayed that way while we were on the beach.

All too soon it was time to go back.

In the evenings, there was usually a social get-together in the middle of the club area, so we went across to join them, bringing our own booze, chairs, and snacks, etc.

After a while, Audrey said to Lynda, “Let’s go and mingle, and I will introduce you to some of our fellow campers.”

“I will stop here with Pete if you don’t mind, darlings, and have a drink.”

They were only gone for about half an hour.

Audrey was really excited when they arrived back and started the conversation.

“We chatted with a lot of people who saw us,” she said, “and got some really nice remarks.

Lynda got rather chatty with Howard.”

“Oh, what did he say?” Pete asked.

Lynda replied. “He was telling me about his wife and how she would go topless, and sometimes they would go naked before he lost her, but he has not done it since.”

“Oh, that's a shame,” I said. “How old is he?”

Audrey replied, “He must be in his sixties, I would think.”

The next day was Bank Holiday Monday, and the four of us went to the beach. We set up as the day before. At about midday, who should walk by but Kate and David. Pete called them over and asked them if they would like to join us.

They answered in the affirmative, put up their windbreak, extending our line in a horseshoe open to the sea, giving us plenty of room and some privacy, then David blew up his air beds, and they settled down.

Kate did not need telling when she took off her blouse and bra, just leaving her shorts. She had rather large boobs and nipples you could hang your hat on.

Just a little later, who should walk by but Howard. He waved, and Audrey waved him over.

“Come and join us,” she said.

“Thanks,” he answered. “It’s nice to see all you ladies in your one-piece costumes. I’ve bought some wine to have with lunch. Would you like a taste? It’s homemade?”

He had two bottles of what looked like red wine. We all got our cups out, and he filled them.

After we had lunch and the wine was almost gone, we settled down to catch the sun. Then Kate said something and the other two started giggling.

David asked, “What’s the joke, girls?”

“Oh,” said Audrey, “Just that we can see Howard's balls up his shorts legs from where we are lying.”

“Howard replied, “I might as well take them off then, but only if you girls do as well.”

My wife, always up for a dare, said: “Okay, I’m game, anyone else?” And with that she took off her bottoms, gave him a quick flash and smiled.

Audrey looked at her husband, then took off her bikini bottom. She had trimmed her pubes and looked quite inviting.

Lynda then said. "Okay, Howard and Malvyn, your turn now.”

I climbed out of my recliner and slipped out of my trunks and sat back down. Howard stood, then faced us, and took off his trunks. He already had a semi on, and it looked good.

Lynda did a double take, then said, “Very nice, Howard. Do you use it often?”

“I’ve had my fair share, but not since my wife passed. How are you fixed?” he replied.

"Oh, I only give hand jobs to men I barely know," she replied. “Or I would with pleasure.”

“I would volunteer any time for you, my dear," he replied.

We all stayed like that until it was time to go back to the vans.

It was a quiet evening because people were going home the next day, so they were packing away, ready for an early start.

The next morning, after breakfast, we helped Pete and Audrey load up, and off they went. All in all, about two-thirds of the site had left. We spent the day on the beach with Howard, and yes, we went naked; the conversation was light and funny with some risky remarks.

That evening we went for a drink, just the two of us. We found a pub with a nice garden and sat outside. We had been chatting for a while and relaxing. Lynda said to me.

“Darling, I want to ask you a question, but I don’t want you to get mad.”

“Well, I won't know if you don’t ask me,” I replied.

“Well, you know how you are the only one I have ever given a blow job to.”

"Yes," I answered.

“Would you be very annoyed with me if I visited Howard in his van later? I know he fancies me," she asked.

She then said. “If you say yes, I promise to tell you all about it when I get back and give you anything you want." She gave a little throaty giggle and said, "I love you, you know, and I am all yours."

So what could I say?

Wednesday, we went and explored the surrounding countryside for the day. Wales, being the beautiful country it is, we fell in love with it so much that we holidayed there from then on until we bought a 200-year-old cottage and live there to this day.

We decided to go home on Friday to miss the heavy traffic on the A5. On our last full day (Thursday), we went to the beach just the two of us. There were not many other people around, so after I put the windbreak up, we both stripped down naked and had a day relaxing.

“Darling, when do we go to the local for our last drink tonight? If Howard is there, would you mind if I slipped back to his caravan for a little while, please?”

I looked at her and replied, "You really are serious?”

“Yes, darling, I’ve thought about it a lot since we spoke," she answered.

I said, "You know I can’t say no to you, but just be careful, okay?”

That evening she really got dressed up in a plain white blouse with no bra and a smart flowered pleated mini skirt with skimpy panties and high-heeled shoes.

“Do I look okay for you to take out?” She asked.

“You look good enough to eat," I said.

“You will have to wait until we get home," she answered with a cheeky grin.

We walked to the local establishment and into the lounge, where she turned a few heads, then saw Howard sitting in the corner. Lynda joined him while I went to the counter to get a round of drinks for us all. He was already one drink in front of us.

We chatted about caravanning and gradually changed to sexy chat, and he kept telling me how lucky I was having Lynda.

At about 10 PM, Howard said, “I think it's time I headed back to my van.”

I still had about half my drink left. Lynda said. “Could I walk back with you, Howard, please? Malvyn will not have to rush his drink then."

“Not at all," he answered. “Besides, it's been a long time since I’ve had a sexy young lady on my arm.”

She gave me a light kiss and a wink, then said, "I'll see you later, darling,” and they left.

I finished my drink and got another, making it last for an hour, then I decided to go back. When I got there, the van was empty, so I made a coffee and waited for her. When she came in, she had a white stain on her hair and down her cheek.

I said, “I see you got your wish then, darling,” as light-hearted as I could.

She sat next to me and cuddled up and said, “Thank you, darling.”

“So will you tell me what happened, and did it taste different, darling?" I asked.

This is what she told me. “When I went into his caravan, I asked him what he wanted to do."

He told me to “Sit down, take off your top.

“So I obliged him. I leaned back in the seat so he could have a clear look at me; he then stood in front of me and said,

“Now take it out and do what you want.”

“So I took hold of his zip and made a point of looking at his face as I slipped it down and took out his dick; he was watching me all the while. I then looked at it.

“Very nice,” I told him.

It was hard, large, and thick, so I decided to put it in my mouth. I worked on him for a while with my tongue and hand; we did not speak, but I felt him start to twitch, so I started to take him out, but he came just as I released him; his first squirt hit me in the face and must have gotten in my hair, so I put it back and got a mouthful,” she said with a rather shy smile.

He said, “I’m sorry, I did not mean to do that.”

“I answered, ‘Not to worry, partly my fault.’ After that he thanked me, we kissed, and I left.”

“Was the taste different?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “not that different, I don’t think; more salty, not as sweet as yours but drier. I will let you know in about five minutes. Just stand in front of me.”

After she took a shower and went to bed, we continued with our plans.

The next day we packed up the caravan, hitched it up, and drove home.