It was a stag weekend, and we were staying at a caravan park near Blackpool. It was our first night, and two of the lads went into town, but as it was raining, Mark and I stayed on the site and had a few beers.

It was about ten o'clock, and we decided to go back to our caravan, as there was a big drinking session the next day.

By the time we had got back to the caravan, we were soaked and decided to go straight to our rooms to get out of our wet things.

I quickly stripped out of my cold, wet clothes and dried myself down. That's when Mark spoke, "It's nice to get out of those clothes."

"Yes, I hope the weather gets better."

As we spoke, I could sense how close we were, just a very thin wall between our naked bodies.

"Next time I get naked this quick, I hope I'm with someone."

Mark laughed, "You are, me, I can feel your ass pushing against mine. God, these walls are thin."

We both laughed. "Shame you're not that singer in that tiny red mini skirt."

I felt Mark move away. "I don't know. Looking in this mirror, I think my ass would look good in that skirt."

"Now I know you're drunk, Mark. Let's get some sleep."

I was on the bed, listening to the rain hitting the caravan roof. It was very relaxing until Mark started rustling about in his room.

Moments later, the caravan rocked; I assumed it was Mark jumping on his bed.

"Keep it down, Mark, some of us are trying to sleep."

"Sorry." Came back the reply.

I lay there for about twenty-odd minutes listening to the rain and people passing by the caravan. Then I felt the caravan being gently rocked, and I heard Mark moaning softly.

As I listened, my cock began to grow. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and pulled back my foreskin before pulling it back over my helmet, and as I grew, the faster my strokes got.

I let out a deep moan. That's when Mark said, "You can't sleep either? Are you wanking?"

"Yes, I couldn't help myself. Are you?

"Mmm, yes, what's got you horny?"

"Listening to you moaning."

"Sorry, I just had to. I found a pair of my wife's used knickers in my bag from last weekend's naughty getaway."

"Mmm, tell me more, Mark."

As Mark spoke, I gently and slowly stroked, hoping he wouldn't notice, "Tell me more."

I thought of Mark's wife, Caz, with her long, jet-black hair and curvy figure. Mark continued, "As I pulled them out of my bag, I could smell the sweet scent of my wife, and I started thinking about our naughty weekend. Before I knew it, I was sniffing her dirty panties and pulling on my cock."

"Mmmm, that sounds great."

"Are you getting off while I'm talking to you?"

"God yes, sorry Mark, just can't stop, tell me more about her panties."

"Well, they're yellow and... wait no, meet me in the lounge if you want to know more."

I stopped wanking as I heard Mark get up, leave his room, and go into the lounge. I didn't move for a few minutes, not sure what to do. Then I think the drink got the better of me and made me brave. I got up and went to the lounge still naked, my rock-hard cock leading the way.

In the lounge area, I found Mark standing there in his boxers. I quickly tried to cover up my throbbing hard cock with my hands.

"Nice cock, you are keen."

"So where are these knickers, Mark? Or was this so you got to see my cock?"

Mark smiled and moved in front of me, "There in here."

As he slowly removed his boxers. His cock sprang out, hitting the back of my hand, covering my cock. It was wrapped in a pair of bright yellow lace knickers; they covered his shaft, with his big purple helmet poking out the end and resting on my hand.

Mark looked down and said, "Take them and have a look and feel."

I untangled them and held them up. I had seen them before, on his washing line, and thought how good his wife's suntanned ass would look in them.

Mark looked at me and smiled, then looked down at our cocks rubbing together. I looked down too as he said, "I didn't mean the panties."

Without thinking, one of my hands let go of the knickers and touched his shaft. I gently ran my fingers up and down his lovely thick cock, and he let out a soft moan, letting me know he was enjoying my touch.

I stretched my hand around both our cocks, and wanked them together, making us both moan a little louder.

Mark took the panties from my hand, placed them on his face, closed his eyes, and took a big sniff. I wanked us harder as I watched; he then took hold of my cock and started stroking me.

He opened his eyes and placed the knickers over my nose; they smelt so good. We continued wanking each other and took it in turns to smell the knickers.

Mark changed his hand position and pointed my cock straight to the ceiling, began wanking me hard, making me take a deep breath. As I did so, he pushed his wife's knickers into my mouth; they tasted amazing.

Moments later, the door burst open, and there stood a tall, thin woman in a long raincoat and an umbrella.

"Sorry guys, you were putting on such a show, I had to come and get a closer look."

We both turned to the window; the curtains were open, and we could see clearly inside her caravan only about ten feet away. As we looked, she squeezed between us, her cold wet coat brushing our hot naked bodies.

"Let's shut them; we don't want my hubby seeing."

She pulled the curtains and turned around. She undid the belt on her raincoat and pulled it off her shoulders; we watched it hit the floor.

She looked good, standing between us with her mousey-blonde hair tied in a ponytail, lovely brown eyes, and bright red lips that looked freshly painted.

My eyes slid down to her tanned shoulders, a thin white bikini line tracing her body. My eyes followed them down to two white triangles of flesh with hard brown nipples in the middle.
If I wasn't already hard, her body would have been hard in no time.

"Well, boys, this is a nice treat. So, whose knickers are these?" As she pulled them out of my mouth and put them to her nose.

"They're Mark's wife's."

"Well, she smells nice. I'd love to meet her."

"My wife's not here; it's a lads' weekend."

"That's a shame, but you boys look like a lot of fun."

She kissed my lips before replacing the knickers back in my mouth.

"This seems a little unfair. Where are your knickers?"

"We only have my wife's pair."

The woman bent down, her face inches from our cocks, and removed her black thong, then, before standing up, kissed the tips of our cocks.

Then she stood up and rolled her panties into a ball, kissed Mark, and pushed her thong in his mouth.

She sat on the bench, lifted her legs, and placed her hands between them; her scent filled the caravan. She looked up at us and said, "Continue the show, boys."

I felt Mark's hand grip my shaft and began pumping my foreskin up and down. I quickly did the same to his cock, and as I stroked, I felt his precum leaking from his swollen helmet.

We watched as she got louder as she rammed her fingers deep in her pussy. I could feel my hand getting stickier with Mark's pre-cum.

The woman screamed as she squirted her warm juices over our legs.

"Fuck that felt so good. Now give me some cock."

Then dropped to her knees on the floor and took Mark's cock into her mouth. He gripped my cock hard as she hungry sucked on his cock.

It didn't take her long to make Mark cum deep into her mouth. When she had finished, she moved to my cock. As she sunk her mouth over the head of my cock, I felt Mark's cum coat my skin.

The sensation was fantastic as she sucked up and down my shaft. I let out a loud groan as I filled her mouth.

She stood up, pulled the knickers from my mouth and kissed me, pushing our cum onto my tongue, before putting the knickers back in my mouth.

She then turned and did the same to Mark. I watched as cum dripped on my feet from our softening cocks.

She slipped on her coat, grabbed her umbrella, and quickly left. We watched her rush back to her caravan in the rain.

Mark removed her panties from his mouth and said, "What happens in Blackpool stays in Blackpool."

We high-fived, and I said, "Quick back to our rooms before the others get back."

As we got to our rooms, Mark said, "We better swap knickers."

"I guess so we've swapped cum."

Before I knew it, I was back in my room, and lying in my bed; it was like a dream. Thank God I had her knickers.