My wife and I recently became semi retired; we both recently turned 50 and have been together for 25 years. We have three children who all live away from our home in various parts of the world.
Recently we purchased a small caravan with the view of taking a few trips around the country. Our first trip was to be Tasmania. My wife Helen and I are quite fit; we use our local gym regularly and hike whenever we get the chance. Our sex life is also quite active and monogamous.
I am 6.1 tall with a solid build weighing about 90 kgs. Helen is 5.10 tall, blonde 60 kg with small narrow hips and firm and still perfect breasts.
We took the spirit of Tasmania ferry from Sydney to Devonport, on the North coast of Tasmania. The boat trip takes 20 hours and we were given the only cabins available segregated 4 birth cabins. Each cabin is designated as a male or female berth.
There were no problems with the loading of our car and caravan, they were soon safely onboard and we sought out our respective cabins, as it turned out we were opposite one another.
Helen was lucky, she only had to share with one other, Yvette a French woman. On the other hand my cabin was full, a French man Roger (the husband of Helens roommate) and two overweight truck drivers who were headed to the bar to get on the piss.
I wasn't looking forward to a noisy snoring and smelly farting night ahead.
Helen and I teamed up with the French couple, Roger and Yvette; their english was very good with fantastic accents, a little different than Helen's who is from the Netherlands.
Roger and Yvette looked to be in their late 30's fit and trim. Yvette had breasts that swayed as she walked, drawing stares from men and women alike.
We came up with the solution to the problem with our roommates. Roger and I would bunk in with the girls. Roger and I took the two upper bunks with the girls beneath us.
We spent the rest of the evening together, at first watching the South Coast of New South Wales slide by and disappear into darkness, afterwards we had dinner together. We finished the night off with a couple of drinks where we told our life stories and finally a walk around on the ships deck before turning in.
Back in our cabin, the couples took turns using the bathroom, Helen and I went first with a shower together and then into our respective beds. I was well asleep by the time the French couple finished and was in their beds.
I later woke to noises coming from the lower bunk opposite. I could barely make out a shape on the lower bunk. There was a slow rhythmic moaning, punctuated occasionally by a slurping noise.
I noticed that the upper bunk opposite was empty. Roger and Yvette were making love only a metre away from us. I immediately had an erection, something I never have a problem with.
It was'nt hard to figure that the slurping noise was that of a hard penis sliding in and out of a wet slippery cunt, a very wet slippery cunt. I could also see the slow movement of Roger on top of Yvette slowly moving back and forward, each forward movement answered with the muffled groan and the withdrawal brought with it the slurping noise.
I also picked up the sound from a different direction, a muffled sigh and deep swallowing noise. It had to be Helen, she always swallows when she is excited. So I was not watching alone and I desperately needed some company to take care of my stiff cock which I was holding firmly in my right hand.
I rolled off of the top bunk, crawled over Helen and settled in behind her leaving both of us looking toward the others. As soon as I stopped moving I knew that I had caused Roger and Yvette to stop, it was disappointing, the silence was deafening.
I said to them, 'Don't let us worry you, keep on going.' Helen immediately admonished me with a 'Tommy'. But as luck would have it Roger and Yvette had a short muffled conversation in French and started up again, this time they didn't concern themselves with keeping quiet.
Roger was moving faster with stronger strokes into Yvette who lifted her knees up pulled them back to her chest, she didn't keep quiet either with every stroke there was a loud ooohhh! The slurping and impact of flesh upon flesh was also much louder, it was combined with the obvious kissing and tongue action going on just a long arms length away.
Helen and I were both engrossed with this voyeuristic performance, with my hard cock pressed up against Helens bum, and her pressing back into me. I ran my left arm over her flat waist and up to her hard nipples of her lovely titties. After a few soft pinches on both nipples that drew a few ohhs and a swallow, I felt the caresses answered with the pressing of her bum against my stiff cock.
I moved my hand down to her kutje, a Dutch term that we use for Helens cunt. As my hand softly passed over Helens mound and short fine public hair, I felt her legs move apart for me, her kutje was swollen and very wet. I paid particular attention to her clitoris and before long she was making as much noise as Yvette, just across the way.
Helen had one hand behind her back playing with my cock, gripping it like her life depended on it. The fucking on the French side got into overdrive with the bed covers thrown off and by the way they were bucking into each other it was going to end soon. We couldn't see any detail, just two shapes of white skin vigorously colliding and moving together.
They were both very vocal, although I couldn't understand any of it; it was a fantastic turn on. I rolled Helen towards me onto her back, her eyes had been glued to the other two the entire time, she kept them there while her legs parted automatically and she pulled her knees back to allow me to moved between them.
My cock slid straight into her swollen and wet kutje, she came almost immediately by gripping me tightly with her legs and arms. We locked lips and tongues as we started to fuck each other in earnest.
Roger and Yvette had finished and were lying cuddled together watching us. As we fucked Helen and I watched them watching us, it made it that more exciting and all the time bucking our groins into one another. I leant down kissing and sucking Helens titties and open mouth, I could tell that it was one of those times that her excitement was overwhelming as she does not normally like sloppy kissing.
Now as we were fucking the kissing was as sloppy and wet as hell. Helen approached her last orgasm, she had had a couple of smaller ones and she was building up to one of her big ones that don't happen every time.
With Helen exclaiming 'fuck me' fuck me' we came together with her legs locked around my backside and her nails stuck into the flesh under my arms, I spurted and spurted into her already sopping kutje. We were lathered in sweat and caught the applause and congratulations from the bunk opposite.
Roger and I stayed with our wives in their bunks for the remainder of the night.
We all awoke at around the same time the following morning. The night before we had decided that we all wanted to get up early and watch the sea and the islands in Bass Straight. We all rose at about the same time walked about naked washing and getting dressed.
It seemed so natural for us after what were had experienced the night before and during our morning chitchat we found that we all frequented and enjoyed nude beaches.
It wasn't hard to notice that Roger had a long thick cock, very similar in length to mine, mine I thought was thicker and he was uncircumcised.
Helen and Yvette were very similar also with trimmed fair pubic hair and prominent swollen vagina lips, the swelling probably due to the closeness and nakedness of us all in that small cabin.
Yvette had medium sized perfect tits with prominent swollen areolas. The women used the bathroom together; Roger and I could hear a long muffled conversation interspersed with much giggling. Roger and I agreed that we liked watching and being watched and would do it again if the opportunity arose. We also concluded that either of us were not into swinging or swapping partners.
The morning was spent watching King Island slide by and over brunch the four of us talked about what we expected on our trips to Tasmania. As I said before we have a small caravan that suits our needs and intended staying at Camping grounds both commercial and in National Parks, but the first few nights we were staying with friends in Northern Tasmania.
Roger and Yvette had a hire car with camping gear and intended to do much the same other than stay at a few Bed and Breakfast's. We hoped that we would cross paths as we exchanged notes on various camping grounds and National Parks. The ferry pulled into Devonport and we disembarked and were on our way. Helen and I left our friends home after a few days and made our way to the east coast and found the National Park Camping ground known as Scamander. The camping ground was hard to find and about 15 Kilometres inland off of the coastal highway.