After our rather exciting journey down, I didn't think things could get any better, how wrong I was.
We arrived at the caravan and piled out. Fran was still groggy from the effects of the pills she'd taken to help her on the journey. Little did she know how short the journey had seemed to us. We got the keys and made ourselves at home in the caravan. Fran and I claimed the double bedroom and left Adam, Steve, john and martin to sort themselves out. Our plan was to go out to get a meal and a few drinks, so in preparation, after the journey, we would shower and change.
Fran elected to go first in the shower. As soon as I heard the water running I made an excuse to go in and see her. While we were talking she commented on how wet she felt and hoped that we wouldn't be out too late, as she wanted a good shagging with me when we got back. I smiled at the thought of the afternoon's session, which she took to be agreement. As I left the bathroom I left the door slightly ajar, so that by careful positioning we could see Fran in the shower. This didn't last long though as she was nearly finished.
Once all freshened up, we headed off to the local pub for something to eat and drink. It turned out to be more of a social club, with a bit of a disco on later. We ordered our meals and got the first of what we hoped would be many drinks. As the evening went on, I noticed Fran was stating to get quite drunk. I watched what she was drinking and saw that the guys seemed to be ensuring that her glass was never empty. By the time the music started she was in a very happy state and couldn't wait to start dancing.
One by one she dragged us on the floor and between each dance she would down another drink. After about an hour of this she was dancing real close each time, rubbing herself up and down who ever she was with, not that we were complaining. Acting like a real drunken slut, she pulled me up to dance. As we moved around I started to feel her up. First I rubbed her arse, pulling her skirt up to show the lads which thong she was wearing now, then I turned her around and pressed my erection into her arse crease, so that I could maul her tits. I couldn't believe her I was in the middle of a crowded dance floor showing off my gorgeous wife again, to four men who had only hours before fucked her on the journey down. It was my wildest dream come true.
This was the signal for the guys to join in. In ones and twos they joined her on the dance floor, pawing and mauling her in full view of everyone. Not that any of the men there seamed to complain, but a few of the older women didn't look too happy.
We decided enough was enough, so we collected our things and headed off back to the caravan. Once the fresh air hit Fran, after all she'd drunk, she was out cold. Between us we half carried her back to the caravan and I'm sure more than once I caught the guys having a crafty feel of her.
As soon as we were in, we re-arranged the cushions in the lounge area to form a mattress in the middle of the floor and laid Fran on it. Her skirt had ridden up again showing off all her glory. As quick as a flash Martin and Steve were either side of her and started removing her clothes. When they'd finished, she lay naked on a her back, with her legs and arms outstretched, showing off all she'd only ever shown me.
The guys soon had their clothes off and were down at Fran's side. They obviously assumed it would be OK with me. If they'd bothered to ask, they'd have found out I was well up for watching them have plenty of fun with my wife. Steve knelt between Fran's legs and began eating her out like he hadn't eaten for a week. John and Martin grabbed a tit each and began sucking on her nipples like two little babies and Adam slid his cock between her lips. By this time all of them were sporting huge erections and no one them had anything to complain about in that department.