My husband Ted and I were enjoying a break in our motorhome. We were down in Cornwall at a fairly remote and small campsite overlooking a lovely rocky cove with a small beach. There were steps going down to the beach, which were steep but not difficult. It was midweek and low season so very quiet with only three other vans there, two with couples both a lot older than us, Ted and I being in our thirties, and the van closest to us was occupied by a man on his own, Terry. Again he was in his sixties and was retired. He also mentioned he was a recent widower. We obviously didn’t know him before but formed the impression that both he and his van were missing the female touch when it came to being clean and tidy.

The reason we knew this was that we got chatting to Terry on our second day and he invited us into his van for some of his home made wine.The wine was delicious, although strong, but his van, like his clothes, was a mess. He had asked us to bring glasses as he only had one. There were dirty dishes from several meals on the side and the bed area was messy as was the toilet. We could tell he missed his wife as he kept saying it was her favourite spot. As the evening wore on he remarked several times how I looked like his late wife and when he showed us some photos of her we realised he was right. When it came time for us to leave Terry had thanked us for the company, helping him deal with the sadness of being without his late wife, Even. He’d shook Ted’s hand and, without asking, hugged me. He’d held me tight and long then whispered in my ear, “so like my Evie” Then a last tight squeeze as he kissed my cheek.

Back in our van we got ready for bed. We always slept naked, even when camping, as we lay down Ted suddenly said, “wow! You certainly made a big impression on him. I think he enjoyed the hug and the kiss!”

I frowned as I responded,” he was just sad and missing his wife. I think the kiss was just instinct.”

So you aren’t annoyed about it?” Ted asked.

“Are you?” I asked quizically.

“No! I think its sweet. You making a sad old man feel happy. Maybe you should have kissed him back. Now that would have made him happy.” Ted said as he chuckled and gave ne a goodnight kiss. I was too confused and tired to respond and turned my back to him, we always start off the night with a little spooning cuddle before sleep. As we cuddled and I began to drift off, Ted shuffled a little and his cock pressed hard against my buttocks, it felt different, not hard but not totally flacid. I couldn’t help but think there was more to his comment than hunour. Then a memory of us making out in the car once and a pervey old guy catching us. I had freaked a kittle but Ted had said, “let him have his bit of fun.” We had talked about it later and Ted confessed he would have been quite happy for the old guy to jerk off watching us have sex, if we’d actually gone that far.

The following day we chilled a bit and spent some time on the beach. We didn’t see much of Terry until we walked back up the steps from the beach. As we neared the top I was in front of Ted and I saw Terry standing close to the top of the steps. “I still cant get over how much you look like my Evie. She even had a bikini just like that when she was younger.” Terry called out to me.

As I got up close to him I could see sadness in his eyes and I instinctively gave him a hug. Weather it was unintentional or not I couldn’t tell but as I hugged him one of his hands stroked my back and his other hand pressed on my lower back just above my buttocks. He held me close for a few seconds until Ted was right next to us then as he released me he said to Ted,” you’re a very lucky man Ted.” We carried on towards our van and Terry called out, “please come around for some more wine tonight. I enjoyed the company.”

Ted turned around and responded, “our turn to host. I have some cold beers in the fridge. Come join us for one now.” Terry accepted, telling us he just had to get something from his van. When we got inside I went to grab a T shirt and Ted asked me what I was doing. “Getting a fucking T shirt! What do you think. I’m not sitting here in a bikini with Terry ogling me. Did you notice his hands on my back and nearly my ass?” I scowled.

“I did. The randy old goat. I bet he really has the hots for you.” Ted replied.

“And that doesn’t bother you?” I asked.

“No way. I think its hot and kind of sweet. He’s no harm and he is clearly sad. Just give him a treat and let him ogle you in your bikini.”Ted said.

Before I could respond Terry arrived carrying a bag of mixed nuts, “I don’t like to come empty handed.” He said. I took the nuts from him and gestured for him to sit on one side of our lounge area. He squeezed in between the seat and the table and shuffled along to the end. I got a couple of bowls and filled them with nuts as Ted got some bottles of beer out of the fridge, checking Terry was OK without a glass, which he was. Ted opened the beers and turned to face me. He put one bottle down on the table oppositte Terry and went to hand me the other two.

“Here babe, for you and Terry” he said before leaning forwards and whispering to me “sit next to him.” As he spoke he pressed the cold beer bottles against my bikini covered boobs making me jump back and almost land on the seat next to Terry. Ted quickly put the bottles down and stood in front of me so I had no real choice but to sit next to him. I wasn’t totally happy and less so when, as I sat, I noticed the cold bottles had made my nipples hard. My hard nipples were also noticed by Ted and Terry and I felt that Terry’s eyes were glued to my bikini clad C cup boobs. It was odd. I should have been offended but the fact Ted knew Terry was gawping at my boobs and smiling at me as we all chatted kind of aroused something inside me and made me wonder if he was genuine about the fact he said he would let an old man watch us having sex.

As we chatted and drank more beers I relaxed a bit and didn’t react or object when Terry noticeably slid closer to me. After a while Terry had to go to the toilet so I got up to let him out and as he passed by me he nudged one of my boobs with his upper arm. I suspected he did it deliberately but didn’t make a fuss. Ted noticed what had happened and smiled. We quickly finished all the cold beers we had and I told Ted we needed to think about food. Terry seemed to take the hint and excused himself, thanking us for the beer and company and wishing us a pleasant evening.

We ate and drank a little wine and the subject of Terry didn’t come up again until we were getting ready for bed.We were just closing the blinds and Ted saw Terry walking accross to the campsite facilities to empty his on board toilet cassette. I popped to the loo and brushed my teeth and when I came out Ted was standing by our bed area. He didn’t allow me to get into bed before he took hold of me and kissed me. He apologised for how he behaved when Terry was here but told me he was just enjoying showing me off and bringing a bit of joy to an old widower.

I told him it was fine and I understood. “Do you?” Really?” He asked. I nodded and kissed him. We got into a bit of a raunchy embrace Ted squeezing my boobs, even giving one of my nipples a suck. His hands were all over my bottom and he even found my wet slit at one point. After a few minutes Ted turned me around in a complete 180 so my back was facing the bed and as I continued kissing him I opened my eyes to speak to him. That was when I noticed he had opened one of the blinds. When I asked him about it he said, “I was hoping Terry might walk past and get an eyeful.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shrieked as I grabbed him and we both tumbled onto the bed. Ted had no plans to close the blind so I had to. Talk about bad timing. As I reached up to close it, bare chested, I made eye contact with Terry who looked like he was taking a very slow walk back to his van. I was so mortified I froze and forgot to move. After Terry had stared long enough to have had a good look but not long enough to be accused of being a peeping Tom, he scurried off to his van. As I flopped down onto the bed I scowled with a degree of shame, “I dont believe it! I’ve only gone and given Terry an eyeful of my tits!” Ted could tell I was mad as I don’t usually refer to my boobs as tits unless I’m drunk or having roleplay sex, something Ted and I often do.

Ted let out a little chuckle before he said, “wow! That will give him some sweet dreams” I stared at him and he could see I was annoyed. His tone changed as he pulled me close to him. “No harm done baby. So he has seen your fantastic tits. We wont ever see him again after we leave. If you want we can leave tomorrow.” I didn’t reply just looked at my husband with softer, less annoyed eyes. Ted lowered his head and kissed me, my lips parted to receive his tongue and we made out for a few minutes. Then Ted ran a hand over one of my boobs and whispered, “I bet he has never seen tits as nice as these. I bet he is in his van stroking his cock, visualising them right now.” As he spoke I felt my nipple tingle and harden and visualised the scene of Terry wanking while thinking about me. Then my mind flashed back to the time in the car when the old pervert watched us.

“You! You’d like that wouldn’t you? Is that why you opened the blind? You wanted him to see me bare?” I asked my husband.

Ted kissed me again before softly saying,” yes baby. He deserves a thrill and some joy and who better to give it to him than my sexy wife. I love to see men look at you wishing they could have you and right now I hope he is wanking himself silly over the image of your fabulous tits swaying free and bare before his eyes.” As he spoke his hands cupped both my boobs and squeezed them. His thumbs flicked accross both my, now hard nipples. Fuck! I was aroused at the thought of Terry wanking over me. I was aroused by the memory of the old man catching us. I was aroused at the thought that my husband wanted me to see me bare. To desire me and right now I was aroused at the feeling of my husbands mouth on one of my nipples and his fingers exploring my soaking wet slit.

A moment or so after Ted was between my legs and I gasped as his hard cock entered me. He began thrusting into me long and slow. After a few thrusts he softly whispered in my ear’ “ Imagine he’s come back. He’s seen the blind reopen and thinks you want him to see you.”

“Mmmmnnn the dirty sod!” I crooned as my pussy twitched and sexual tremors rumbled gently theough my body.

“You ok with him watching us?” Ted softly asked.

“Mmmmnnn! Yes. Let’s give the dirty old goat a thrill he never imagined. Fuck me as he watches!” I groaned. Ted responded by thrusting into me a little harder and faster. “Oooohh! Yeah! Just like that lover!” Lover is what I call him during role play or fantasy play.

Ted propped himself up on his muscular arms and rammed his cock into me harder. Now with his head higher, he grunted, “he’s watching, I can see him through the window. He’s looking at your big fabulous tits bounce. Play with them for him!”

“OOOOOHH! AAAAHH! The dirty old sod.” I groaned as I began squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. Ted got his thighs under mine and as he humped me he could now thumb my clit. It was driving me crazy and I came in no time. Ted hadn’t cum yet, he usually waits for me to cum then gives me a good hard pounding before spurting his seed into me which feels great as my pussy is super tight post orgasm.

Just as I was bracing myself for the pounding and seeding I wanted Ted stopped humping me and looked out if the window and said, “He’s still there. I can see him lurking in the shadows. Let’s give him a real treat!”

“What have you got in mind lover?” I asked with a little chuckle. However the way I was feeling, still riding my post orgasmic wave, I would probably agreed to anything, role play or real.

Ted pulled his hard cock from me and said, “kneel up and face the window. Let me do you from beind so he can see your face and your tits bounce as I fuck you hard.”

“Ooooh! You’re a wicked man!” I softly groaned as I eagerly sat up and shuffled onto my hands and knees facing the rear window. Of course, looking out there was nobody there but I went along with the scenario. “Oh yess. I see him, he’s come a bit closer into view. Come on lover. Shove that big cock into me.” I crooned. Just to note that Ted’s cock isn’t massive but at seven inches its bigger than average and fills me very well. “Aaaaahhhhh!” I gasped as Ted slid his iron hard rod right up me and began fucking me. “Yessss! Lover. Give it to me hard!”

“Is he watching?” Ted grunted.

“Oh! He’s more than watching lover. He’ got his cock out. Fuck it’s massive and hard and he’s stroking it! The dirty old fucker!” I scowled at my husband. My words spurred Ted on and I had to say me to. We had often fantasised about this very situation ever since we had been watched briefly by a dirty old pervert. “Yeeeoow! Fuck! Yes that’s it really give it to me!” I yelped as Ted slammed into me so hard my buttocks stung as his hips slammed into them.

Ted ramped up the pace and force of his thrusts then he reached forwards and grabbed both my wrists before pulling my arms back so my hands were behind me. “ The dirty fucker will really see your big tits bounce now!” Ted grunted as he sped up even more. My pussy burned with lust and tightened as Ted’s cock swelled inside me. The new angle of my body, my back arched and pelvis tilted meant my G spot was getting maximum friction as Ted’s cock slid over it. We both began breathing harder, tremors surged through my body, my nipples throbbed and tingled and then it happened. A simultaneous orgasm. Both our bodies tensing then releasing as my cum juice and Ted’s hot jizz hit each other loke waves crashing together.

We lay together, panting hard. Our hands enjoying each others bodies. My skin tingled as my husband gently caressed me. “ God! That was hot!” I groaned.

“It would have been even hotter if it had been really.” Ted replied.

“I looked at him and said,” you’re fucking serious arent you?”

“No babe! He replied then, just as I relaxed he said,” if I was being serious I’d have said it would be hotter if I was the man outside watching you being fucked like that.”

Maybe I was still a bit delirious from my last orgasmic explosion but I found myself asking, “oh yes lover and whose fucking me then?”

To my utter surprise Ted paused and then replied, “well how about Terry. You know how he feels about you, reminding him of his late wife and stuff. Think of the thrill that would give him?”

I couldn’t answer. I wanted to scream at him. So I just quietly said,” I need the bathroom. I’m leaking before dashing to the loo with my hand cupped over my dripping snatch. I sat on the loo after cleaning myself up for about five minutes. For no other reason than I was trying to get my head around what Ted had said regarding Terry fucking me. Plus, more to the point I was trying to get my head around how I was going to deal with it. This worried me because I should have been dealing with it by giving him a slap and telling him in no uncertain words to forget the notion and never utter anything like it again. Instead I had withdrawn from the topic with, “I’m leaking.” Which I knew really translated into “Im leaking and I need to go and think about this.”