Things cooled slightly with Bill after our little manage a trois,he was old skool and I don't think he was comfortable with the idea of another man playing with his cock although he wasn't daft. He knew the only pussy he was going to get was Julie's and to do that he'd have to put up with me.
She'd got him around a couple of times more but still wouldn't let him fuck her, he could do anything else but that was out of bounds, why I don't really know as she'd let Richard seemingly discover every part of her but still an unexpected opportunity presented itself a couple of weeks later.
We had planned another caravan trip and a week or so before, on one of my days off, nipped up to do a couple of jobs on her that I hadn't got around to doing.
Id took some lunch and a flask up there, whenever I'm in her, the thoughts of Richard come back and this particular day, feeling particularly horny as I always did, I pulled the blinds down, shut the door,and sat playing with my cock,thinking of Richard and Bill for that matter, pawing Julie,the image of Julie laying in top of Richard, his cock stuck up her arse and Bills face munching between her legs, had my cock hard in no time, infact I was seeping already, suddenly a tap on the door.
I didn't know whether to cum or shit myself.
I quickly pulled my joggers back up and opened the door, my heart was pounding and my cock still erect stuffed down the front.
A lady, mid to late fifties I reckoned stood with a smile on her face.
Erm sorry to bother you, it was at this point I realised it wasn't a good look, the blinds had been pulled down,the door shut and me standing there with a bulge in the feint of my joggers.
You couldn't help us could you?
Er yeah sure, hang on, I said nipping back in, making sure there wasn't a wet patch to accompany the bulge, by this time had settled down.
Check complete I opened the door and followed her down a couple of vans. She apologised again, for "disturbing me"
She introduced herself I think she said Karen or Carmen and her husband was Dave. Dave was about the same age, late fifties, it looked like they'd both enjoyed life and food with the obligatory middle age spread,although both not hugely over weight. I'm a boob man myself so the first thing I noticed was that Karen was fairly blessed in that department.
Introductions over, they explained that they'd recently inherited the caravan off her late father,they'd caravanned before but years ago and were rusty and hadn't much clue how her dad's caravan worked apart from putting in a new battery.
They wew in two minds whether to sell it and get rid or take it away for a weekend to see how they got on, if it was something they'd enjoy they'd keep it.
We went inside, it was a bit damp but in fairly good order and sat and chatted.
Obviously I didn't go into sexual detail but told them about the wonderful people and adventures we'd had in ours and had to stop thinking too hard in case my cock decided it was time to play. My dirty mind had a vision of me, Dave and Karen getting it on, Karen stretched across the seating while Dave and I took it in turns.
Yeah we haven't really got a clue what were doing said Dave, knocking me out of my dream.
Having spent an hour or so chatting and another helping them, it was too late to finish the jobs I had planned.
Thank you so much for helping us
No problem, no problem at all.
Karen opened the hatch of there car and rifled through a couple of bags and pulled out a bottle of wine.
Here you go, sorry you do drink wine don't you?
Yes I love it and really there's no need, but thank you anyway.
Their caravans tyres pumped up, towbar and electrics sorted I wished them a great weekend and a promise to let me know how it went.
I returned to the caravan my perverted mind kicking in once again and a vision now of Karen and Dave and the roles reversed with Dave watching me playing with the lovely Karen's wonderful tits...tbc
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