One of my best earlier experience of a 3 some was while I was off travelling when I was younger. I was doing a trip alone around southern France by train. I was to meet a friend and travelling companion in Arles but had about a week to kill and with an inter-rail ticket, was just vaguely heading in the rough direction. I met Mark and Anna on the night train south from Paris to Poitiers and Biarritz. Like me, they’d spend some time travelling about over the summer and they kind of adopted me. They were obviously very much in love and flirted outrageously with each other and joked about me being the gooseberry. Of course we had similar interests and a lot of time to kill so we chatted and shared a cabin on the train together. 12 hours in each other’s company like that often feels like much longer. They persuaded me to change directions for a while and go with them to the Atlantic coast by the Garronde where there’s an immense area of sandy beaches with dunes behind that stretch for miles. There are a lot of good campsites there, with plenty of fine swimming and beach fun to be had. Its mainly French holiday makers though and the locals seem to keep it to themselves.
We camped together for a few days enjoying the good weather and just relaxing. I’d been travelling for some time and when we arrived, I was pretty down, tired, almost broke and feeling pretty sorry for myself. It came to the head on the first evening when I had had enough of living on fresh French bread and cheese (Ok for a while but gets you down after too long). After pestering me for a little while, they recognised my melancholy and invited me over to their tent and gave me a good French dinner with plenty of wine. Afterwards we sat by their fire, with Anna in Mark’s arms and talked. I was feeling so much better - amazing what a square meal can do.
Mark jokingly got he subject around to sex. When I told him it had been a while for me, what with the constant travelling, he was amazed and quite apologetic that they had been overtly flirting on the train. I said it didn’t bother me and that I found it quite sexy really. The conversation was getting interesting and Anna kept getting up to fill up my glass with more wine. She really was very pretty, attractive face, lovely questioning eyes which held your gaze when you talked, a full figure with curves in all the right places, tanned and brown, and wearing light summer clothes, loose for travelling. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her.
She sat down between Mark and I for a little while, staring at the firelight as we chatted. Then she whispered something to Mark and got up and left towards their tent in the darkness. I vaguely saw her undress and climb into the tent. Mark and I sat there for a little while longer. I was enjoying his company but thinking it was time I made my excuses, I made to leave. Mark stopped me. ‘Anna’s very sexy! Yes?’ he asked. Well, I had to agree. ‘Why don’t you stay the night in our tent?’ I hesitated. I didn’t know what to say. ‘Anna would like you to stay and I to! We like you’ He said reassuringly. I seemed a little unsure but he had such an easy relaxed tone with me that made me feel very much at home. ‘Follow me’ he said when he could see I was convinced.
He led me to the tent and pausing outside, took off his T-shirt, shorts and briefs. I remember he had a body like mine at the time, bronzed, lithe, no ounce of spare fat due to the camping/travelling lifestyle on a budget, but not exactly muscular either, a sort of lean brown beach bum. Like me, his hair had beached with constant contact with seawater and the sun. He climbed inside beckoning me to follow. I undressed and stuck my head inside the tent. Anna was lying in the middle under a sleeping bag and Mark was to the right, without a stitch on, lying on the carpet of sleeping bags that covered the floor of the tent. I was a quiet, warm, clear night. Using the light from a small torch, Anna invited me in and instructed me to lie on the left. I clambered in as deftly as I could and lay down on my back trying not to seem self conscious or tense.
She handed the torch to Mark and in the soft light, unzipped her sleeping bag with such a sexy sound that I could feel my heart beating. She rolled over towards me; her naked warm flesh touching my side. She kissed me passionately, pushing her tongue between my lips, her hands resting on my shoulders. She slid one hand down my chest, across my tummy and I brought my arms around her in a light embrace. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, which was now straining with excitement. She played with me a little, making sure I was really turned on and then climbed on top of me, holding me between her beautiful thighs. Without a word, sliding me into her warm wet pussy, she rocked up and down controlling the speed with which I fucked her, pushing me deep inside her and withdrawing until I was straining to be back inside her. My hands played with her naked breasts and erect nipples in the low light of the torch and she responded to my touch. I looked over at Mark, who was admiring us both, wanking to the same rhythm. He smiled at me, muttering words of encouragement and compliment.
It was all too much. I hadn’t had sex for so long and the heady mixture of this beautiful girl, her boyfriend watching and the warm night was incredible. Grunting uncontrollably, I pushed up and into her with powerful thrusts holding her by the waist. With a loud cry, I came, spurting up inside her, pulsing again and again, it was almost painful as my hot come surged through my swollen prick and into her. She lent forward as my orgasm subsided and kissed me lightly on the forehead, leaving me panting for breath. ‘Thank you’ she whispered coyly.
She then slid off me and crawled over to Mark. He handed me the torch and lay flat on his back allowing her to climb on to him. In that faint light I saw them make love, slowly and intensely until she started to urge him faster. She was sweating now, riding him hard, her breasts rising and falling with her motion. At one stage she looked over at me, lying watching them with my now stiff cock in my hand and smiled sweetly, enjoying the desire in my eyes. Shortly afterwards, they came in a shudders and gasps that were perfectly in tune with one another, and I thought of my spunk mixing with Mark’s deep within her. Satiated, she lay down between us, turned off the torch and in the darkness we soon fell asleep.
I slept so well that night. In the morning, I was awoken by Anna, kissing my chest. Behind her Mark was fucking her doggy style and I guessed they had already been at it sometime. As he took her from behind, she manoeuvred over to me on all fours and moving down my chest and tummy, took me in her mouth. Sweetly she toyed with me, coaxing me out of sleep until I was squirming beneath her. Mark was having great fun pushing deep into her and forcing her against my crotch. She loved his enthusiasm and being pinned between two cocks. It was the sight of Mark, his face screwed up in pleasure as his orgasm came upon him that sent me over the edge. She hungrily took my come in her mouth licking my end clean with delightful flicks of her tongue. She shared it with Mark in a kiss afterwards and then she lay between us, both men now satiated for the time being and let us kiss, caress, lick and fondle her naked body, four hands exploring every curve and recess of it, until she too having occupied our attention for quite some time, had to give in to a powerful orgasm which came on her in waves.
We spent the next few days together, swimming, sunbathing, getting mildly d*unk and delighting in relaxed sex together. There seemed to be endless possibilities. Mark and I got on really well and sharing Anna seemed natural. Anna liked sex for herself, not just to placate Mark’s desire for her and it seemed appropriate that Mark shared her. He was confident with her and knew that it was the sex she liked; He was the man she loved. I was only glad they had chosen me as the third party. They’d done this, they said, because, well, they liked me. It was as simple as that.
With great reluctance I left Mark and Anna four days later. I had to make my appointment in Arles or my friend would have been lost without me and there was no way of getting a message to him. We exchanged addresses as travellers do and although I wrote to them once or twice when I eventually got back to the UK I never got a reply. I did get a postcard from them once from Southern Turkey many months later. They were having a great time, wishing I were there to enjoy it with them, and looking forward to meeting up again.
This encounter was great. It was relaxed. We spent some excellent days together and we got on really well, just normally. The sex of course was mind-blowing. Sharing Anna with Mark, I never felt I was an unwanted intruder in their relationship or jealous that they were together. Maybe it was because they were French and had a different attitude but it always seemed my involvement only contributed to their connection rather than getting in its way.
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