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  Ashton stayed at Roger's shoulder for a while, and Catherine didn't meet his eyes, but she was blushing and quite obviously knew she was displaying herself.

  For the next hour or so Roger was constantly watching the young wife. Whenever she moved, his eyes would flash upon her legs, and there were times he sat staring. When he stood up to take a turn at getting more drinks, his cock was completely erect and stretching the waist band of his shorts.

  "Must be that native blood," he joked, and Catherine's blush deepened.

  Liz then went inside with Roger, and Ashton saw they were having a cuddle. He met his wife's eyes then looked down at her exposed pussy. "Are you nervous?"

  "A little. He's been staring at me."

  Ashton bent down and kissed her. He smoothed his hand along her thigh and felt into the leg of her shorts. Her warm little slit was wet, and he teased it open with his fingertips. She moaned into his mouth, but she also pushed against his arm.

  "Not here," she uttered softly. "You have to take me home if you want to do that."

  "And you’re going to let Roger do it later?" Ashton asked as he kissed her some more. He wanted to make her say yes again – to be sure.

  "Yes – I will," she replied teasingly. "If you’re certain that’s what you want?"

  Her eyes closed softly as he tasted her lips again. "You know it's what I want," he groaned, and he felt up under her top and wet a nipple with her pussy juice. Her head then rocked back, so he mauled her neck and lifted her top and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  Catherine's legs scissored, and she took hold of her husband’s head, kind of pushing him away but not immediately.

  "Stop that," she scolded. "What if someone's watching?"

  Roger and Liz came back after putting on music, and the night eased into some slow dancing. Another couple joined them, and a little later two more couples and a few single men wandered over from nearby camps. Catherine was a good ten years younger than anyone else, and all of the men were watching her, but she had avoided sitting down since the first couple arrived, and mostly she was hiding behind her husband’s shoulder.

  Ashton didn't feel much like dancing, but he was happy to start offering his lovely wife up to each of the other men. They were gentlemanly. They would hold her close and feel her back, but he didn't see any of them try to go any further until after they'd announce they were leaving and Roger claimed her for one last dance.

  He was holding her close and swaying to the music. He'd gotten in beneath her arms, which were resting loosely around his neck, and her top had lifted so her breasts were available beneath it.

  They were over the far side where it was quite dark, but Ashton could see the guy’s big hand was stroking the underside of Catherine’s tit – just sort of feeling the exposed portion. Then he searched up under her little top and gave her nipple a squeeze and softly rolled it.

  Ashton was chatting with one of the other men, but he was watching them over his shoulder. Two other couples were dancing, but they were in their own little worlds. Another woman was chatting with two other men, but they were paying no attention, and Liz had been teasing all of the men, but one of them had taken her inside the camper, and Ashton thought he may have been fucking her.

  Catherine's head was resting beneath Roger's chin, but her eyes were wide, and Ashton glanced away when she looked over. Roger's other hand had lowered to the small of her back. He was gently stroking her and caressing beneath the waist band of her shorts. Their slow swaying turned their bodies again, and before Catherine's eyes were upon Ashton’s he saw that Roger had his hand completely under her top. She met Ashton’s gaze, and he smiled, and she offered an embarrassed little grin in reply.

  The song ended, and Ashton saw Roger steal a kiss and a quick little feel of Catherine’s crotch before he released her. Ashton didn't know whether the older man had managed to get his fingers into his wife. She seemed to linger just for a moment, though, and she was completely flushed when she approached.

  The young couple walked back to their camper, and as soon as they were in the door they fucked without speaking.

  ****

  The next day at the beach Catherine again wore a bikini, but it was just a tiny string with a few triangle patches. After a swim Liz went back to get some shopping done, and Ashton lay down with Roger stretched out on the other side of Catherine. She was on her belly and had undone her top. After a while she lifted to her elbows, and Ashton noticed her top slip from beneath her tits.

  "You don't want that, do you?" Roger asked, only his voice was low, and Ashton pretended to be asleep.

  "No I guess not," Catherine answered, and she looked at her husband but soon turned away again.

  Roger sat up and began applying sunscreen. He only covered his arms and face, then he started rubbing some into Catherine's back. He was on his knees beside her, and he smoothed it over her shoulders. He then squirted more of the fluid and rubbed it into his palms, then he smoothed his hands up Catherine's sides with his fingers flaying over her tits.

  Ashton felt her eyes upon him again but only for a moment. His wife then laid her head down upon her folded arms. The older man had settled to massaging her gently, smoothing his hands down her back then palming her sides with his fingers searching beneath. He'd been feeling the roundness of her breast with each stroke, and after a little bit, Catherine lifted for him.

  She was looking around, but they were quite secluded between sand dunes. "There's no one watching," Roger assured, and he reached beneath her body and cupped her breasts and felt them properly. He rubbed her nipples then squeezed her fully in his big hands. Catherine lifted to her elbows again. Her eyes closed and she bit down on her lip.

  Roger's cock was standing upright. It was virtually throbbing, and there was pre-cum oozing from the tip. He kept feeling a tit with one hand, and his other hand smoothed down Catherine’s back again, and that time he felt over her bottom and up in between her legs.

  Catherine squirmed onto her side, pushing at his arm.

  "It's okay – no one's watching."

  Roger felt into her crotch again, but she clung to his wrist.

  "No – not here. Not like this," she whispered urgently. "Just wait and I'll do something for you, okay?"

  Ashton’s young wife's body was being groped. Roger had his hand firmly wedged between her legs, his fingers squelching in her juices.

  She fumbled with the sunscreen, squeezing a glob into her palm, and she closed her hand over his cock. He bucked immediately and abandoned her pussy. He held her close, with his wet fingers gripping her hip, and his other hand over the back of her head. It looked like he was trying to get her to suck him off, but Catherine's palm was rolling over the head of his cock, and suddenly he convulsed.

  Cum then lashed Catherine’s cheek, but she pressed her fingers over the throbbing head, and Roger's load oozed between them. He shuddered and weakened to slump down onto his towel, and Catherine checked around, but they hadn't been disturbed.

  Ashton could see beneath her body as she leaned over and sucked Roger's cock into her mouth. She sucked it softly, cleaning it then licking his cum from her fingers.

  “That’s right, baby, eat it all,” Ashton said, and he met the older man’s grin.

  Roger was propped on his elbow watching her and looking around to be sure no one came along. A thick glob of semen had seeped from Catherine’s fingers and pooled in his ball sack, and she lifted his cock and gathered it with her tongue.

  “It’s a good wife you’ve got here, lad.”

  Ashton nodded. “I’m pleased you’re enjoying her…. It looks like she loves the taste of your cum.”

  Catherine moaned softly as she kissed and sucked on the older man’s balls, then her tongue trailed back up his shaft and gathered the glob of semen that was oozing from the swollen tip. She smiled up at him, teasing his cock head with her teeth, then she closed her eyes and sucked half his length back into her mouth.

  Two women were app
roaching, though, and Roger had to go and meet his wife.

  Catherine was blushing when she lay back down. She met her husband’s eyes and questioned him with her smile. He found her fingers and gave her hand a squeeze, and she leaned to him tentatively and met his lips.

  Her lips were tacky, her breath thick with the scent of the other man's cum, but Ashton kissed his wife softly, and she moaned into his mouth, extending her warm, salty tongue as evidence of what she had done to please him.

  “Are you satisfied now?” she whispered softly. “Did you like watching me do that?”

  “There’s still cum on your face,” he said. “It’s all down the side and down on your neck.”

  “I know. I can feel it,” she said, smiling through her blush. She giggled. “Now I really am marked.”

  She then leaned across to be kissed again, and Ashton met her open mouth and her warm moist tongue.

  “It feels really thick,” she uttered, touching the splotch of goo that crossed her cheek and the corner of her mouth, stringing between her lips when they parted. “I’m going to just lie here with it like this so you can see what he did, okay?”

  Ashton nodded, and she lay on her belly with her head turned towards him and her hair pulled back from her face. They stayed for another hour with her smiling every time their eyes met, and Ashton spent the whole time watching the cum seemingly congeal and dry up a little bit before Catherine wet the corner of her towel and cleaned it away.

  ****

  That night Liz had on a tiny skirt that flashed her pussy and a string bikini top that covered her nipples. Catherine was bare beneath one of Ashton’s t-shirts. Roger was completely naked, and Ashton had on only a pair of thin cotton shorts. They were having a few drinks before dinner when two men approached and said hello. They were both naked.

  Catherine immediately blushed. The t-shirt wasn't long enough to cover her pussy when she was sitting, and both men had positioned themselves in front of her. They were talking with Liz and Roger, making plans to visit later that evening.

  “Hey I know that guy,” Ashton whispered to Catherine. “Mike Creed – I went to school with his son.”

  “That’s freaky. What are the chances of bumping into someone so far from home?”

  “I know…. I’m sure it’s him. He was a real arsehole. He used to tease the hell out of me when I was a kid.”

  The two visitors both glanced at Catherine's legs, and while the older one was talking, the younger one, a balding man of about forty, turned his head quite casually and stood staring at her crotch.

  Ashton leaned a little to the side so he could see past him. Catherine was sitting with her knees almost touching, but between them there was a clear view of the length of her slit. She rubbed her thighs, tempted to pull her t-shirt down, it seemed.

  The guy was just staring at her. He was completely out of the conversation. He seemed to be in a daze, and Catherine was trying not to meet his eyes.

  Roger noticed. He looked over at Ashton and smiled. The guy's cock began to firm. It flexed and lifted away from his body. It expanded and lengthened, and Catherine went bright red as she tried to keep nodding and smiling at Liz and the other guy.

  “Ashton? It’s you, isn’t it?” The man Ashton recognised approached.

  “Hey, Mister Creed.”

  Mike chuckled. “It is you, eh? Imagine bumping into young weasel in a place like this…. He used to hang around with my son,” he explained to the others. “He was always a skinny little runt. Looks like he’s grown up.”

  “Yeah I grew up,” Ashton agreed, chuckling along nervously. The man still intimidated him a little.

  “Looks like you married well, though,” Mike went on, nodding down at Catherine.

  She blushed up at him, smiling shyly.

  He tilted his head to have a look under her t-shirt. She was sitting forward, but Roger kneaded her shoulders, and she peered up at him. She also leaned back, resting on her hands, and with the hem of her t-shirt lifting slightly.

  Roger whispered something, making Catherine giggle. Mike and his friend were both examining her pussy. Mike glanced at Ashton and winked. “Nice,” he said, smirking.

  Catherine turned back to blush up at him again. She looked down at herself, smoothing her t-shirt over her belly and fiddling with the hem. She didn’t cover her pussy. She just peered back up at the two men.

  Roger was distracted, talking with his wife. Mike’s friend left to respond to someone calling him from their camp. Mike placed an arm around Ashton’s shoulder and gripped him. “You’ve done very well for yourself, weasel. We don’t get a lot of pretty young things like this here,” he said, smiling at Catherine again.

  Catherine bit down on her grin. The older man tilted his head to have another look at her pussy. She plucked at the hem of her shirt, fiddling with it and meeting Ashton’s gaze as she folded it up a little, showing herself properly.

  “Yeah – that’s nice…. Shaved is how we like them, eh, son?” He gave Ashton’s shoulder a squeeze and shook him encouragingly. He winked at Catherine. “Don’t worry, love, me and your hubby here go back a long way. He won’t mind me checking you out.”

  Foley’s face was red, a grimace twisting it into a forced smile.

  “Come on – one more little look before I have to go, eh?” the guy went on, winking at Catherine again.

  Catherine blushed deeply as she held her husband’s eyes and lifted the bottom of her shirt up to her belly. She tucked it under to keep it there and rested back. “Yeah – that’s nice,” the older man groaned, and as Ashton looked down at what she was doing, she parted her legs a little.

  Mike’s cock flexed. He took hold of it and held it to one side as it quickly expanded. He smiled. “Oops!”

  Ashton chuckled nervously, his shoulder being gripped and shaken amusingly.

  Catherine watched her husband being jostled. She kept her legs open for the older man, parting them a tiny bit further when he looked back down at her.

  “That’s a pretty little pussy, love,” he said, his voice even now.

  Catherine blushed a bit deeper. “Thank you.” She glanced down at herself then at both men. She tugged her t-shirt up a bit higher and opened her legs more. She placed her foot on the edge of a block supporting the annexe, bending her knee, and she let that leg sway outward, spreading her thighs wide open as her face heated and she met her husband’s eyes again.

  “Fuck yeah!” Mike exclaimed under his breath, but an older couple were approaching, and Catherine quickly sat up and stretched her shirt down.

  Roger then returned. Mike nodded to him. “So we’ll call back around after dinner,” he said.

  “Good, Mike. See you then.”

  ****

  After dinner things settled with some music and more drinks. Catherine and Ashton cuddled, swaying together through a few songs.

  “So what about that guy Mike?” Catherine asked.

  “I know. He’s always been like that. He doesn’t like me, and the feeling’s mutual.”

  “I noticed…. But I didn’t mind him looking at me.” Catherine lifted to whisper. “Did you like me spreading my legs like that?”

  “Yeah – except I wasn’t sure about it with him exactly. I bet he enjoyed it with you being my wife.”

  “I know, but I hope he comes back. He feels so strong and confident – just the look in his eyes…. I’d love to do that again for him in front of you.”

  “Yeah – I don’t want it to change anything, sweetheart. I still want you to be sexy.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah – it might be hard for me to watch him with you at all, but I don’t want that to bother you….”

  Roger approached and cut in with a big smile. Ashton went and sat with Liz, watching them dance.

  Roger worked his hand from Catherine's hip to her thigh, and with her resting against his shoulder he felt her crotch. Their dancing was just swaying gently together, and Roger was toying with her pussy while he
r soft little fingers closed over the head of his cock.

  Ashton looked at Liz. She had her hand between her legs. He didn't know whether she was inviting him or not, and he felt almost rude by not responding, but he and Catherine hadn’t spoken about swinging as such, and regardless of what happened between her and other men, he couldn't imagine being with another woman in front of her. He knew she would be upset by that.

  Ashton thought Liz understood as they exchanged glances and smiles. She then closed her eyes, and Ashton turned back to watching his wife pinned against the camper with her legs apart and old Roger on his knees eating her out.

  Catherine was looking around anxiously. She was obviously nervous about people from the other camps watching.

  Roger then took her hand and led her inside, and when Ashton walked in, he saw Catherine on the bed with her legs spread and Roger on top of her. He was thrusting slowly and methodically, and Ashton could see the older man’s cock stretching his wife open. She was moaning into his shoulder, and he was gasping with each surge of his body. She suddenly convulsed, and he held her and waited for her to settle, then he started fucking her again, with his deep thrusts gradually quickening, and just as Catherine's body convulsed again, his old balls clenched and started to throb.

  Ashton watched the guy’s big, hairy testicles very closely. He could see them gently pulsing with each spurt of semen they were injecting into Catherine’s belly. Her legs rested wide open as she accepted the deposit. She was peering from the older man’s shoulder. Ashton met her eyes and questioned her with his look, glancing again at where she was coupled with the guy. She gave a tiny nod, biting her lip and opening her legs a bit wider.

  Roger must have felt that because he resumed screwing her slowly. His bottom was rolling back then clenching as it rolled forward.

  Ashton sat down on the bed next to them, and Catherine reached for his hand.

  Roger arched back and took his cock in his fist. He pressed the head against Catherine's pussy and rubbed it into her. He opened her with it, slicing between her swollen lips and exposing her pink inner folds dripping with semen. He worked the head in and out and rubbed it over her clit.