Last summer, hubby (Rich) and I (Jen) decided to take the kids on a week-long caravan trip to stop everyone going crazy over the school holidays.  Unlike previous trips, we decided to park ourselves at the one spot for the entire week, to avoid the whole pack-down and set-up routine of our little pop-top trailer.  We had discussed this at length, acknowledging that we would be limited in the number of new sights and experiences we’d come across … or so we thought.

Over the course of the week, our two kids managed to quickly find new friends in the way only kids seem to.  For us adults, that required alcohol!

On site 109 next to us was another couple – Matt and Soph - slightly younger than me (a young thirty-eight!)  From the time we backed our van in, we could tell they were livewires.  Music playing; drinks flowing early in the afternoon, plenty of smiles and an all-round good vibe!  So, from night one, it was drinks under their awning from the moment dinner was finished.

Matt and Soph were good eggs. As wells as their sense of fun, they had a willingness to include anyone and were open to everyone’s viewpoint.  He was a trained lawyer working in some corporate job, and she worked in a medical practice.  Both had kids to previous marriages but for this trip were kid-free. This was their off-week, or as they called it, their 'fun week'.

Oh, and they were also incredibly hot. 

By night three, a guy from a neighbouring site, Johnno, had also joined us for drinks.  He was younger, maybe mid-twenties, a tradie with piercing blue eyes and a footballer’s physique.

That night we all drank a bit more than previously.  There was plenty of banter and as the night went on, it became more flirty.  This had got me unexpectedly horny.  Unbeknown to the others, Rich had told me a fantasy story in bed the previous night about Matt fucking me from behind in the shower, and it had made me cum.  We had always been a pretty straight couple, and had never ventured into the unconventional.  But Rich did love sharing his fantasies of me with other men, which invariably got both of us going.

And now his damned shower story kept popping into my head.  I could feel my nipples hardening, and my pussy getting moist. I found it hard to sit still, jiggling my leg in excitement and moving around in my seat.

I whispered this to Rich and cursed him. Every part of my body just wanted him to take me by the hand and lead me back to our caravan where this itch could be scratched.

But Rich was also feeling horny and not going anywhere, loving the flirty dynamic and enjoying my restlessness.  He just laughed and whispered back to me, “Maybe last night’s story was a premonition, not a fantasy!”

That didn’t help.

It got to about 10pm - really late in caravan park hours – and the whole place seemed to be asleep, except for site 109, which was just getting started!

Before long, the park ranger drove past and asked us to keep the noise down, which could mean only one thing: moving the party into Matt and Soph’s van.  It was a standard set up, beds on each end with a table and cramped seating in the middle.

We were making room inside and transferring the booze (alcohol!) when, wouldn’t you know it, our youngest kid came wandering over still half asleep and asked for, "Someone to lie down with me".  Damn, this was a really fun night which was now about to be cut short. 

Being the devoted Mum I am, I stood up, grabbed my little one by the hand and started walking back to our van.  But before I got to our door, Rich rushed over and said, “Why don’t I do tonight, you look like you’re having fun”.  Oh how I love this man!

I lodged a token protest to his suggestion, but not too much as I was keen to kick on.  I wrapped my arms around Rich and gave him a big thank-you kiss, at which point he grabbed my arse and whispered into my ear, “Your turn with a story tonight; fantasy or real, I don’t mind”.

I tingled all over.  Not sure if it was the touch of my husband’s hands on my arse; the prospect of returning to Matt & Soph’s caravan; last night’s damned fantasy story or the idea of constructing one in my head for tonight, but I knew my senses had been heightened and a building sense of anticipation.

When I opened the door and stepped back in to Matt & Soph’s caravan, I received an almighty cheer. They had all thought I was done for the night!

The drinking continued and, after about half an hour, Matt pulled out a pack of playing cards.  He proposed a very simple game:  we all draw a card, and whoever got the highest number could order the person with the lowest number to do something, and they couldn't refuse.

For the first couple of minutes, it was all pretty harmless. 

“Skull (chug!) a shot of tequila”

“Tell us your most embarrassing moment;” and

“Name the riskiest place you’ve had sex.”

I got a little more risqué by asking our twenty-something hunk to take his shirt off, to which he didn't hesitate and promised to get me back.

Sure enough, he pulled the highest card to my lowest, and ordered me to take off my underwear.  Now this was taking things to another level, but given I was still wearing my white T-Shirt and summer skirt, I figured I was fairly safe to comply.

I did that trick that all guys seem to love – taking my bra off through the arm of my shirt – and under the table managed to slide my panties off without giving anything of myself away.  That said, my tits were now standing to attention and I was pretty sure my dark brown nipples could be seen through the shirt.

Then Soph drew a king against my two, and she ordered me:

“You have to kiss each of Matt and Johnno for at least ten seconds, and report back who’s the best kisser.”

Wow! How could I comply with that?  I’m married, loyal, and my husband was maybe twenty metres away in the neighbouring caravan.  But I was also drunk, having the most fun I’ve had since kids, and feeling really horny!

I sat there processing this demand, but before I could lodge an objection, Johnno changed seats so I was now squished in between the two guys.

While Johnno was still getting into position, Matt decided to ensure he was first and put his left arm around my neck, leaned across and started kissing me passionately.  For waaayyy longer than ten seconds.  I tingled all over – and I mean ALL over.  Not sure if it was the forbidden nature of it all, or just the physical reaction to his touch / kiss, but the feeling was exhilarating!

Not only that, but under the table I could now feel Johnno’s hand touch my leg and slowly move up my thigh.

Oh My God, I couldn't be doing this!  I’m MARRIED!

After what seemed to be an eternity, Johnno told Matt he had to finish up as it was his turn.  So Johnno now took over.  He was not as good with his tongue as Matt was, but his ripped body was a massive turn on.  I gently positioned my hand on his bare chest, which prompted him to move his hand further up my skirt.  In one movement, he effortlessly slid his index finger inside me. I didn’t understand how he managed this so quickly – it was like my pussy had a homing beacon telling his finger exactly where to go. Johnny kept kissing me, and was now moving his strong tradesman’s finger inside me, at one point bringing me to the verge of cumming after only seconds.

Matt, clearly feeling left out, lifted my T-shirt up to expose both tits, and vigorously fondled one whilst sucking the rock-hard nipple of the other.

That was enough to tip me over the edge and my lips separated from Johnno’s for a moment to allow me to let out a high pitched squeal of delight.  I was not just cumming, I was actually squirting, which has only happened to me once before in my whole life with my high school boyfriend.

Matt seized the moment when Iwas no longer kissing Johnno, to lift the T-Shirt over my head, when bang! The caravan door flung opens and in walked Rich.

Oh God, how could I explain this?  How could I have been so stupid? Is this the end of our marriage? 

I instinctively pulled away and tried to get my shirt back on, but Rich stopped me.

“It’s Ok”, he said, “I’ve been outside the door for the past ten minutes listening, and it’s the horniest thing to have ever happened in my life.” 

Then Soph chipped in to relieve any awkwardness: “Maybe, so we’re not missing out on the action, Rich and I could play our own game of cards on the bed?”

Clearly, cards were not on the agenda, and I was being asked permission for my husband to fuck another woman.  We’d never ventured down this path before, and all of Rich’s fantasy stories had been about another guy getting involved, not him fucking someone, so I really wasn’t sure how I felt about this.  A thousand thoughts flashed before me in an instant, with regret being my greatest fear.

Sensing my slight hesitation, I felt Johnno’s finger – still inside me – wriggle ever so slightly and again hit my G-Spot.  Decision made.  It was way too early to stop this adventure.

So I gave Soph my nod of approval and she took Rich by the hand to the other end of the caravan and laid him down on the bed.

Johnno and Matt then took it in turns to fuck me bareback, and I lost count of the number of times I came.  I got so engrossed in it all, I didn’t even know who was fucking me at any given point in time, and to be honest, didn’t care.  I just wanted them both so badly and didn't want it to ever end.

In the background I heard the groans of pleasure coming from both Rich and Soph, and I caught Rich watching me at various times as I’m being fucked in ways we never did it.

Matt and Soph moved on the next day, and our remaining time there felt bland and boring.  Johnno just disappeared, to the point we were asking ourselves if he was even real?

But almost every night since, Rich has got me to tell him the story of what was happening in that caravan, and as we fuck ourselves silly thinking about it, we realise that Matt, Soph and Johnno will be a part of our lives for a long, long, time to come!