Author's note.
Towards the end of my 'chronicles of a shared wife' series, I made mention of a brief affair I enjoyed with a charming, if rather strange older man while on a caravan holiday, stating that I may come back to this encounter later as a stand alone story, and so, here it is.
Firstly, a brief reminder/introduction. My name is Pippa, 49, I'm medium build and have long blonde hair, I am currently in a very loving relationship with my hubby John who's 54, and his best friend Glen.
I have enjoyed being a shared wife for many years now, from experimental beginnings with Neil, a very shy painter we hired to redecorate our home, to more 'wild' encounters, such as entertaining my hubby and our two friends Eric and Josh, at a remote camp site in the yorkshire countryside.
And it's from this point in our past that I will now relate the story of an unusual encounter with an eccentric older gentleman called Bob.
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Going back to the late summer of 2019, myself and John were spending most weekends up at Eric's campsite in the north york moors national park. There we were joined by Eric's friend Josh, a large black guy with an insatiable appetite. To say I was shattered after a weekend at the camp would be an understatement, with three eager guys giving me lots of attention... by the end of it I was practically limping back to the car.
Anyway, earlier in the year John had booked the two of us a short break, nothing special just a week in a caravan at a large holiday park on the yorkshire coast.
So, one bright monday morning in early september we packed the car and set off for what was planned to be a week of relaxation, just taking it easy and doing what we pleased. We had no plans to meet anyone, but if it happened then that would be a bonus.
Arriving at the seaside resort after an hour and a half of listening to John grumble about traffic, I was in need of a drink, and so suggested we go for a pub meal. After this it was a little shopping in town before heading up the coast a few miles for the holiday park to check in.
The caravan was a large 'gold' series with sea view, wrap around decking, etc, and right at the far edge of the park. After unpacking the car and settling in we went for a walk around the area. This was a huge park containing hundreds of caravans and chalets and it took us a good ten minutes to walk from where our van was, back to the main reception area. Here we found a leisure centre with pool, show bar, a restaurant, camp shop, fish and chip shop and an owners club.
With all the children back at school after the long summer holidays the park was fairly quiet with mostly older folk busy chatting in small groups, sat on benches eating ice cream while watching the world go by, or walking their dogs.
The place had a relaxed, almost lazy atmosphere, as though breathing a sigh of relief after the noisy hustle and bustle that comes with the height of the season.
For the first day we stayed within the park, deciding to use the pool it was back to the van to get our swimming things and towels. The pool itself was a little crowded and it made me wonder how they coped when all the kids were here. My bathing suit displayed rather a lot of deep cleavage, my 40E bosom proving popular with several of the older gentleman. One of whom did take an interest in me, making casual conversation about the camp and how long I was staying etc.
Unfortunately, as soon as he realised I was with my hubby he quickly backed off, much to my disappointment. The experience did have a positive note however, wetting our appetite for the week ahead, this holiday was supposed to be about rest and relaxation but if the fish were biting this quickly then perhaps our week long break may involve some mischief after all.
With our hopes up, later that evening we made plans to go to the show bar, with me actively seeking some attention. It was decided between us that John would hang back so as not to put any would be casanova off, sometimes less is more as they say, John deriving a great deal of pleasure just knowing I'm being chatted up by another guy.
After showering, John joined me in the bedroom while I prepared myself for what promised to be an exciting night, one of the highlights of our special relationship is my hubby watching me get ready. After all we'd been through together, it was often these little things that brought the most pleasure.
While I put on some lacy black underwear, complete with stockings and suspenders, there is little conversation, an electric anticipation hangs in the air between us, John intently observing my every move and me soaking up his attention.
For this night I wore a short floral dress with a plunging v neck, not too tarty but showing enough to generate interest. Finishing it off with a black cardigan, the days were warm enough but at night it would get cold quickly being here so close to the sea.
With my hair done and a little make up applied we share a loving kiss before heading out into the twilight evening, hand in hand initially but as the main camp complex looms John slows down and lets me take the lead.
I can hear the show bar before seeing it, loud familiar music steadily getting louder as I approach, Bryan adams 'heaven'. Walking through a small arcade and entering the bar I'm greeted by two security staff who ask to see my pass. Once that's sorted I head for the bar, glancing at the stage while doing so. A Bryan adams tribute band are the entertainment for tonight, and I note that the large seating area is rather full, with very few empty tables.
Acquiring a pint of cider I pass John on his way to the bar, we exchange knowing looks but nothing else, once again that sweet anticipation that only these special little moments can create fills me with a mischievous excitement.
Finding a table near the back I sit myself down and slowly begin to survey my surroundings, upon doing so doubt immediately begins to creep in. It soon becomes apparent that most of the people here tonight are middle aged or elderly couples, the few exceptions being young families who no doubt, are taking advantage of the cheaper off peak prices, allowing their kids to have an extra week off school.
Kicking myself for not checking out the place first I give it a chance anyway. However, for the next half hour my only company is a young lady collecting empty glasses, passing her mine I resignedly stand up, motioning for John, who'd been seated nearby to come over.
We sit down together and he talks into my ear to make himself heard above 'summer of 69', "We shoulda checked this place out first." John echoes my thoughts before asking if I'd like another drink, I do, and so with another round of drinks acquired we settle down to enjoy the show.
The band are very good and both of us being fans of Bryan, it's an enjoyable nights entertainment. Afterwards, feeling rather merry, John suggests we hit the arcade, where we receive some comical glances from the few children remaining at camp, their bemused expressions as they watch two tipsy adults playing whack-a-mole, leading me into giggles territory.
After we've made fools of ourselves in the arcade we head outside for some fresh air, and this is when we notice the owners club.
Walking slowly past and gazing in through the large windows it's John that speaks first, saying what I'm thinking, "Now that's where we need to be."
His words are a quiet understatement, for the scene inside is one that screams opportunity.
There are a few couples but most of the patrons are mature and elderly men, some drinking by themselves while others are gathered into small groups sat chatting.
