This is a true story about our first threesome.

We were camping up at Hayfield, just south of Glossop in the Derbyshire peak district.  It’s only a small campsite so there were not so many tents.   We arrived mid-morning and after setting up the tent and getting organised we were sitting outside taking in the sun.  It was a glorious day, not too hot and not too chilly.  It was just nice. 
After an hour or so a fella arrived and pitched up about 20 feet from our tent.  I studied him through my sunglasses.  I guess that he would have been mid to early 40’s and a bit older than us two.  We nodded and kind of made small talk while he set up his stuff.

The day progressed and Greg and I went to the Sportsman pub just a short walk from the campsite.  We had a nice meal then went back to the tent for an early night.  We wanted to be up at first light so that we could hike up on the Kinder Scout first thing in the morning to have the place to ourselves. 
The Kinder Scout is a moorland plateau a couple of thousand feet above sea level and is mainly peat so easy walking unless it had been raining in which case it would be a peat bog.  But it hadn’t rained for a few days so it would be dry and easy under foot.

Around about 9pm we were hunkered down in our sleeping bag inside the tent.  I love making love in a tent.   I am a bit of a squealer when my juices are flowing and tonight was no different.  Greg is also very verbal which I find a real turn on.  Sometime later we fell asleep and awoke long before the rest of the camp site.  The grass was wet with dew and the sun was about to break over the edge of Kinder.  Soon we were heading up to the Kinder Downfall with our day sacks on our backs. 
We spent a great day just walking and talking and talking and walking.

At mid-afternoon on the way back to camp we paused at the Downfall for a drink and to admire the view across Kinder Reservoir.  While we were there, our camping neighbour chanced upon us.  We started chatting about the weather and what a beautiful day it is.  He introduced himself, Tom, and we introduced our selves.  We sat and chatted for a while then we left him and continued our walk back down to the campsite.  It was a bit surprising to see that most of the other campers had packed up and left.  I guess today being Sunday and tomorrow a work day for them probably explained their exodus.   After a shower, change and a while before the sun was due to set, we sat outside our tent with a can of lager in hand.  Greg just wore shorts while I had my bikini top on and my denim cut offs.

About an hour later Tom arrived.  Dumped his rucksack in his tent and headed off to the shower block in just a pair of shorts and a towel thrown over his shoulder he gave us a cheery nod as he passed by.

Greg noticed me watching Tom walk past and said as much. 
We were back in the tent before Tom returned from his shower.  Time for a little shut eye before we head up to the Sportsman pub for dinner and a pint. 

One thing led to another and before long I felt Greg’s hand down my pants as he spooned me from behind.  I could feel his cock on my back.  It didn’t take much for him to push my pants down then slip his cock into my pussy.  I gotta say that this is in my top three positions. 

Slowly he eased his cock in and out of my pussy and his hands came round to cup my tits.  I say cup but being a fell runner, my tits are not so well endowed.
“I saw you watching Tom walk to the shower block, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him” Greg whispered in my ear.
“I didn’t realise that I was” I whispered back while enjoying the feeling of Greg’s hips rocking back and forth and his cock sliding in and out of me.  Talking about another guy while Greg was fucking me was super horney and a first for us.
“Did you like what you saw?” Greg asked.
I wasn’t sure how to answer that so I answered “Maybe”.
Greg’s gentle rocking in and out was starting to get a bit more vigorous.
A sigh slipped past my lips. 
“I know that you were thinking about Tom when I slipped my hand inside your pants and felt how wet you are” he whispered.  “I bet if Tom was in here right now you would soon have his prick out, wouldn’t you?”
Since being with Greg I have never been with another man and yes, I have looked.  I sometimes think about our window cleaner in those ‘lady’ moments, not because he is super sexy, in fact far from it but he is a man, maybe around about 50 I guess and I love older men. Sometimes I parade around in skimpy undies, stocking etc in our bedroom pretending that I didn’t know that he had put his ladder against the ledge and was about to come up to clean the bedroom windows.  We have a mirror against the far closet wall that I have angled so that I can see him through the window. I often put on a little show for him as I decided what to wear but he doesn’t know that I can see him, I hope. I am surprised that he has never toppled off his ladder.  I always slip on a robe when I hear him knock at the door for his money. Then I really have to get ‘Big Bob’ (my vibrator) out and give my pussy a good sorting. 

I couldn’t believe how horney I was getting thinking about the picture that Greg was painting in my mind about Tom.
“What would you say to Tom if he were here now?”
“I would pretend that I was asleep” hoping to sound convincing.
“Call me Tom” Greg said and see what you get.
“Tom” I whispered getting into the game.
“I can’t hear you”
“Tom” I said a little louder.  Damn I was so fucking horney right now.
“What would you tell Tom to do”?
“Fuck me”
“You would tell Tom to fuck you?” Greg’s was getting off on talking about Tom and so was I if the truth be known.  His thrusts were getting more urgent, I could feel his hips slapping my arse. 
“Yes” I said.
“Well say it then you horney fucker” Greg said.
“Fuck me Tom” I tried to stop my voice from betraying my lustful emotions.
“I can’t hear you” Greg Said.  Did he really want Tom to hear me I wondered.  He was taking us to another level of lust by making me say another man’s name while we fucked.
“Say it louder and I will dump my load right into your cunt”
I love a man who talks dirty and Greg was using all the right words.
I am sure that he wanted Tom to hear, let’s face it tents are pretty thin and he would have to be deaf not to hear Greg’s belly slapping my arse.  “Fuck me Tom fuck me Tom” By the time that I said it a third time I came so fucking hard, my cunt squeezed Greg’s prick as he pumped his spunk so far into me that I thought that I would have his cum shooting out of my mouth.
I don’t know why but I kind of hoped that Tom had heard us.

We were both sweating and completely spent. It had been a short and super sweet fuck. Greg hitched my pants up, then it didn’t take long for us to fall asleep.  We awoke at
about 8pm and got ready to head up to the pub for dinner.  I slipped into my short denim shirt and was about to put on a clean pair of pants when Greg said “No pants tonight”. 
My skirt was pretty short but I thought that there are not too many people about and it was dusk so why not.

When we walked into the pub, I was pleased to see Tom.  He was sitting in a booth on his own so we asked if we could join him.  He said sure.   I got in first then Greg so I was between them.  We chatted and ordered food.  We were having a really pleasant evening.  Tom was a gentleman and stood up to let me pass when I went to the toilet.  For some reason my pussy was already a little wet before I started to pee.
I walked back to my seat and Tom stood up to let me squeeze in.  I distinctly felt his hand brush my bum and I would swear that I felt him push his groin against me as I slipped into my seat.  It was like a bolt of lightning shooting through my body.  I sat down and Tom sat a little closer to me than before.  I am sure that I was blushing but thankfully the lighting was pretty intimate and subdued so I thought that nobody would notice. I did wonder what they had been talking about while I was in the toilet.  Greg just smiled and winked. 
We continued to make small talk then I felt Toms hand touch my leg and as he slid it up the inside of my thigh, I couldn’t stop my legs from parting.  He just stroked the lips of my pussy with his fingers.  I must have jumped a little because Greg said “Are you ok darling?”
“Mmmm” implying yes but I was far from alright. 
Tom flicked my clit a couple of times with his finger tip which nearly made me cum right there and then before removing his hand.  I was going to fuck Greg’s brains out when we got back to the tent for sure.

We left the pub at about 10.30pm.  As we walked back to the tent, I said to Greg that it was getting a little chilly.  He pulled me a little closer to him and told Tom to get on the other side of me. His arm slipped around my waist.  My knees were so weak I was glad to have a man either side of me.  I kept feeling somebodies hand wander down to my bum but I was not sure who’s hand it was.  Then I felt the coolness of the night air as my skirt was lifted up and then a finger was running up and down the cleft between my buttocks. I was not sure who’s finger it was but it was nice and quite frankly I didn’t care. 

When we got to the tent Greg said to Tom thanks for a great evening and that I should give him a goodnight kiss.  I thought that it might be a little peck but Tom held my head in his hands and kissed me as deeply as I have ever been kissed before in my life.  After he let my head go, I nearly fell over. 
The light from the moon was all that illuminated the campsite and our tent.

Greg and I said our goodnights to Tom and got into our tent while he returned to his.  We were both soon naked.  I was laying with my head on Greg’s shoulder and stroking his cock as I mulled over the events of this evening. 
“Did Tom touch you after you came back from the toilet”? Greg asked
“He did”

“Good” said Greg “I told him to have a little feel”
“You did?”
“Did he touch your cunt?” Oh dear that dirty talk again.
I just sighed and let out a little “Mmmmm” 
“I know he did because you gave a tiny sigh and went bright scarlet, even in the soft lights of the pub I could see that”
A thousand things were running through my head and none of them clean.
“Call out to Tom and ask him if he wants to come over” 
“No “ I said “He may read more into it than there is.”
“Do you really think so?“ Greg whispered back.
“I do”
“In that case, call him”

I was a bit hesitant but I surprised myself “Tom” I called out just loud enough for him to hear. “Do you want to join us?”
Before you could blink an eye, I heard his tent zip going up and down then our tent zip up and down and then he was there laying down behind me.  I felt his cock in my back so I knew that he was as naked as Greg and I. 
Fortunately, our tent is a 5-man tent so plenty of room.  I was laying facing Greg and Tom Spooned in behind me.   Oh, that spoon position mmm.  I could feel that his cock was rock hard as he rubbed up and down the cleft of my buttocks. 
Greg and I were kissing and caressing each other and with Tom behind me I felt a wanton lust that made my pussy ooze loves lubricating juice.  Toms hand slipped round to caress my tits, oh gosh, how my tits were aching.   Then I felt his cock probing for my sweet spot and he slipped straight into me.  I whispered to Greg “He has got his cock inside of me”.  I felt Greg’s cock twitch against my belly.  “He is sliding it in, I think that it is going right up into my tummy”
My pussy was aching and I could feel Toms hairy chest on my back.  In and out he went in long firm strokes.  His hand stroked down to my tummy and back up to my tits.  Each time his hand went down he would have been brushing against Greg’s cock which was poking my stomach.  Then his hand lingered a little longer down below as Greg let out a little “Oooo, that’s nice Tom” 
“You like that then?” Tom asked which was pretty much the first thing that he had said since coming into out tent.
“It’s different” Greg said “But don’t stop” You don’t need a science degree to know that as Tom was fucking me he was also wanking Greg off.
I could feel my climax building, Tom started to thrust more urgently as I felt my cunt contract to suck the spunk out of Tom’s cock.  At the same time, I felt a wetness on my stomach as Tom wanked Greg’s cock and milked his load onto my tummy.  

We lay there panting for a while.  I was a little disappointed when Tom slowly eased his cock out of my pussy.  We all kind of relaxed.  Greg told me to turn over and face Tom, I could feel his chest hair on my tits, his lips soon locked onto mine as he stroked the curve of my back and my buttocks. My hands went down to hold his cock sticky with my pussy juice and his cum.  Greg spooned up behind me.  And that is how we fell asleep.

It was still dark when I was woken by Greg sliding his cock into me from behind.  Gently rocking it in and out.  It was so nice, his helmet gently sliding over my G spot as I lay in Toms arms.  It didn’t take long for me to cum again nor for Greg to cum in my pussy.  Next, I was rolled onto my back and I felt Tom go down between my legs and start lapping the spunk and cum out of my pussy.  Then sliding up my body he slipped his prick into me and was fucking away.  When he kissed me, I could taste man cum and pussy juice and it was delicious.

We went on to spend another couple of hours fucking between bouts of dozing off and action.  Eventually I gave up trying to work out who’s cock was in my pussy or how many loads of cum I had dumped on me or in me.

This opened up a whole new world of adventure for us and we have never been happier.  Tom comes to visit us when he is in the area but it is never the same as that first night in our tent.  

Greg and I now have an open relationship with one golden rule, we must tell the other what we do and with whom. 

Truth be known Greg is happy if I am happy these days and even happier to lick me clean after I have been with a lover. He has embraced the cuckold lifestyle as if he was born to it.  He has even taken to blowing other guys who I bring home, but that’s another story.   
I no longer need to dress up for the window cleaner and I get my windows cleaned for free.

We have had many adventures since.  Often while camping or staying in hotels.