Chapter 1

The so-called Swinging Sixties were over, it was now the mid-seventies, but some things were more swinging than they had ever been. In the UK wife swapping and indeed swingers clubs were attracting married couples from every walk of life. Hard-core porn could be obtained from across the English Channel while soft porn girlie mags containing ‘adult adverts’ and specialist contact mags with photos of sexy wives were on sale in most newsagents.

Married couples were exposed to a new world where extra-marital sex was seen as good fun and practised by many. New terms entered the vocabulary describing popular practices once only known to niche groups who indulged, like, BDSM and wife-watching.

A married couple that were now on the wrong side of forty, feeling life had passed them by had acquired a couple of top shelf magazines and their developing interest had made them curious enough to buy contact magazines, if only to see how the other half live!

Sitting at a table just feet away from the bar, the nervous looking couple studied the other customers.

‘Maybe we should have stuck to the pubs in the main resort,’ the woman told her husband.

‘I thought this one would be packed out with folk from the camping site,’ her husband said.

Well if it had been, they’d mainly be families or couples, not what we’re looking for,’ the wife said.

‘That’s the trouble, we don’t really know what we’re looking for - or how to recognise the right sort even if we saw it!’

‘We’re looking for a ‘he’ not an it!’ the woman corrected.

‘Or, more than one - ‘they,’ argued the husband.

‘I feel very conspicuous,’ the woman said, ‘Nobody comes out dressed like this when they holiday in a camper van!’

‘Are you having second thoughts about trying to make it happen now?’ asked the man.

‘Not really,’ answered the wife, ‘the thought still really excites me, but I’m not sure we’re the sort of people that can make it work - neither of us are extroverts or worldly wise.’

‘Well, lets not give up yet - we both get such a turn-on from talking about it and trying to imagine what it would be like, I think we ought to carry on trying.’

‘Yes, but we’re not actually trying anything, we’re just sitting here hoping for miracles, same as we have on the last two occasions.’

‘That was near home, so being cautious about someone we know seeing us put us off. Now we’re in a place where no-one knows us with more people, we might find it easier. And being in the camper van means we’ve always got somewhere private to take them.’

‘We should have bought more of those contact magazines where swingers and wife swappers advertise.’

‘If we see any likely men, we’ll try and make an effort to talk to them and get in their company.’

‘There’s a group of men just walked in,’ the wife said eagerly.

‘Smile at them!’ her husband urged.

The four men stood by the bar waiting to get served exactly opposite the couple’s table.

‘Now is a good time to buy another round of drinks,’ the husband said, ‘In fact you should go then you can stand amongst the men and see if they’re interested in chatting to you.’

The woman agreed, took a deep breathe, stood and walked up to order drinks as close to the men as she dared; close enough for them to notice her.

‘Sorry love, I’d have let you get served first if I’d have noticed you get up,’ the man ordering told her.’

‘That’s quite alright,’ she said smiling, ‘I’m in no rush.’

Now they had broken the ice, as they say, she was determined to make the most of it.

‘Are you men here on holiday - staying at the camp site?’

‘Yes, we’re here in a camper van parked down toward the beach. It’s a bit cramped for the four of us so we’ve brought a small tent too.’

‘Really - you must be near to us then, we’re down there.’ The woman showed her delight that the men were neighbours.

‘Actually I didn’t think you were fellow campers,’ said one of the older men, ‘You being dressed so smartly.’

‘Yes, I feel quite foolish dressed like this,’ she replied, trying to think of a good valid reason and save face. ‘We set out intending to find a restaurant but changed our minds.’

‘You shouldn’t feel foolish,’ the man told her, ‘On the contrary, you look very attractive. I’ve always thought a well shaped lady dressed in a tight skirt with a split up the side and dark tights looks very fetching! What’s your name if I may ask?’

‘Gina, it’s Gina,’ she told him excitedly, pleased at the progress she was making and the interest the men were showing in her. ‘And I’m wearing stockings, not tights,’ she corrected him without thinking what she was saying. ‘Oh my goodness, I can’t think why I said that!’

The men laughed, but not mockingly.

‘That’s even better,’ joked a third man, ‘stockings are much more sexy than tights! Which do you favour most Gina, traditional suspenders or hold-ups?’

Gina felt a tingle in her tummy and her heart began to beat a little faster. Already the conversation had taken on a sexual tone. To a librarian in her early forties who had led a very sheltered life, talking this way with men who were complete strangers was almost sinful - but it felt very thrilling!

‘I tend to prefer suspenders,’ she told the men, feeling her self blush, ‘I worry that hold-ups might slip down.’

‘You know Gina, the way you say that, makes it sound very sexy, stockings slipping down a well shaped thigh conjures up a provocative image. Especially if wearing a tight short skirt with a split up the side like the one you’ve got on.’

The youngest of the bunch, a lad in his mid twenties laughed and piped up.

‘You’ve given my dad a turn-on, Gina, don’t think he’s had a sexy thrill for years! Though he’s a bit old - you’d have a better time with a young stud like me!’

‘I could give you a run for your money, you cocky young bugger!’ the older man said.

‘I don’t think Gina would let us find out which one of us can satisfy her most - unfortunately!’

‘Careful Gina,’ said another, ‘This young buck fancies having a good time with an experienced older woman!’

Gina felt a tremendously intense and exciting sexual thrill shoot through every nerve of her body. She repeated in her head that the younger man said it was unfortunate that she wouldn’t let them try to satisfy her. She was now very aroused.

‘Sorry to keep you waiting,’ the bar man said, ‘a barrel needed changing.’

It was Gina’s turn to order her drinks. She gave the barman her order then turned to the men.

‘I’d better let my husband know why it’s taking so long.’ Gina went back to her table and spoke to her husband, telling him about her new friends.

‘They’ve been flirting with me and paid me lots of compliments, even asking me about my stockings and suspenders!’ she told him, excitedly. ‘I can’t stay over at the bar talking to them all evening - and anyway they might not want to keep chatting to me. Apart from that I can’t very well leave you on your own.’

‘I’ve been watching them closely and it’s obvious by the way they look you up and down that they’re enjoying your company. See what develops, you can’t force the situation.’

‘I’ll go back for the drinks,’ Gina said, not knowing what to do.

‘Hope your husband isn’t mad at you for chatting to us for too long.’ Gina was asked when she returned to the bar.

‘No of course he isn’t. We hoped to meet new people and make new friends,’ Gina said.

The man smiled, ‘Well you can consider us your new friends,’ the man said, ‘We’d better tell you our names. And allow me to pay for your drinks! I’m George, this is Tim, and these guys arguing about who’d be able to satisfy you the most are Ralf and his son, Paul.’

Again, Gina felt that same big thrill from hearing another reference to sex and men talking about sexually satisfying her.

‘Which one do you think would give you the most satisfaction, Gina?’ Tim asked.

Taken by surprise the shy wife didn’t know how to answer.

‘While you’re thinking I’ll take your husbands drink over to his table,’ Ralf said. ‘By the way, what’s your husband called?’

‘His name is Stephen,’ Gina said, hoping they’d change the subject.

‘I suppose it depends on whether you prefer an older experienced man like Ralf or a younger rampant guy who you can mother, and mould to your liking!’ Tim said, with definitely no intention of changing the subject.

‘Or maybe you’d like to try both - then choose!’ Paul suggested.

The look on Gina’s face and her reaction made it obvious to the men the comment had excited her and definitely not annoyed her. Her laboured breathing and heaving chest together with the way her eyes narrowed as she licked her bottom lip whilst gazing at the men in question, betrayed the fact her state of excitement had been brought on by imagining the situation of having sex with both of the men to see which gave her the most pleasure.

‘Here Gina, you need to sit down, you look all hot and bothered,’ Tim said, dragging up a stool.

‘I’m sorry, I can’t think what brought that on,’ Gina stuttered, embarrassed by how obviously she had displayed her emotional state.

‘It’s okay, you don’t need to try and explain yourself - am I right in thinking this is a new experience for you - even though we’re exactly the sort of new friends you were hoping to meet, you’re not quite used to it?’

Gina had climbed onto the stool without regard for being careful about how her skirt might ride up or the slit widening and showing off her upper thighs.

‘No don’t worry about that Gina,’ George said quietly when she noticed, ‘Relax and enjoy the thrill. We will enjoy the thrill of admiring your body.’

‘Have we been so obvious and transparent,’ she asked meekly.

‘Let’s say a couple of things gave the game away,’ Paul said.

Meanwhile when Ralf had taken over Stephen’s drink he had introduced himself.

‘Hi, it’s Stephen isn’t it, your wife told me your name - I’m Ralf. He sat making small talk until Stephen noticed his wife’s dizziness then watched as she climbed on a stool showing most of her left thigh and stocking tops.

Ralf had turned to look too and when he saw Stephen enthralled by the sight of his wife’s display of bare leg as she sat on the stool he decided to jump straight to the real reason he had come to join him.

‘Your wife is a real good looking woman, Stephen, we’re really enjoying her company - especially the cute way she goes shy and nervous when we flirt with her and she sees us admiring her figure. She told us you hoped to find new friends - but I think you both hoped those new friends would be men - you want Gina to make the acquaintance of new men friends.’