Our backpacking honeymoon through Europe had gone a bit astray and, I have to admit, it was my fault. I had taken us out to Le Mont St. Michel and I had done no research. The monument was great, but the hostel I'd planned on staying in was closed. I'd also done a pretty poor job with budgeting, so we couldn't stay in any of the extremely expensive hotels nearby. the best I could manage was a nearby and, I suspect, illegal, campground. We had sleeping bags, but no tents. We would sleep under a tree and head back to Paris in the morning. The view of the Gulf of Saint Malo, at least, was amazing. Until it started to rain. It was turning into a pretty miserable evening.

In the lot across from u there was a much older couple in a vintage Volkswagen campervan. They had an awning out and were frying shrimp in butter. It smelled amazing. The older woman kept glancing up at us and then whispering to her partner. Finally she came over, hurrying through the rain.

"Did you kids want some dinner?" She asked. "You look pretty miserable."

We heartily agreed and went over to what, for us at the time, was a feast. Fried shrimp, a salad, wine. It was the first wine we'd drunk since our wedding.

We were soaked and the older lady, Margaret, found us a couple of huge warm blankets. We stripped down underneath them and huddled up for warmth.

They turned out to be an amazing older couple. They weren't French, as we'd initially assumed, but from the Island of Jersey. They were in their 70's and both retired. He had been a concert pianist and she'd held some sort of government position. They had been coming over to France for decades, usually in the same campervan.

We told them our story and they were delighted that we were trying for such an adventure when we were still young. They were even delighted by my terrible planning and thought that it was all part of the adventure. They were sympathetic to our money woes and talked about how challenging life had been for them when they first got married. They finally admitted that this was a final farewell. They didn't think they could manage the trip anymore. The older man, Louise, chuckled to himself and said that he certainly couldn't keep up with the French women anymore. His wife shot him a meaningful glance. I looked at him quizzically. He shrugged.

"Not much point in pretending." He said. "One of the big reasons for coming over here was that I was making so much more money than locals. I could come over, spread some money around get so much more attention from the women than I ever would at home."

"Before you were married?" I asked.

"No." This time his wife was the one who answered. She was blushing lightly. "I used to come over to watch him pick up the girls. It was so much fun seeing him be the big shot. I loved watching him bring girls back to the van. A few gifts here and there and modesty when completely out the window."

"That's pretty hot." Anne whispered. They looked at her in suprise. Anne would never be called sexy. Instead, she is very, very cute. A type of cute that looks very innocent. Whenever she expressed any sexuality around someone for the first time, they were almost always taken aback.

"Did you join in?" I asked Margaret. I tried to keep any judgement out of my voice. I wasn't being judgemental; I was genuinely curious.

"Oh my no." She said. "I used to just love watching Louis seduce them and have his way with them. You might not be able to tell now, but he used to be quite the magnificent man back in the day.

"Hardly much seduction." He said. "Flash a little money at them and they came running."

"How much money would you flash at them?" Anne asked.

"A few thousand francs."

"What's that in today's money?" She persisted.

"Maybe 500 euros."

"Would you flash that me?" Anne asked. She shrugged the blanket a little, exposing her cleavage. She was still wearing her bra, a white lace thing.

Louis looked at me. Looked at Margaret. He pulled out his wallet and then a handful of bills.

Anne dropped the blanket entirely and stood up. She was wearing tight panties that matched her bra. She was still a little damp. You could easily see her nipples through the bra.

"Do you like what you see?" Anne asked. Louis nodded. She undid her bra and handed it to Louis. She stepped out of her panties and handed them to Margaret.

"What would happen now, Maragret?" Anne asked. Margaret smiled.

"Louis would touch them. Get a feel for their bodies." Anne stepped close to Louis. He reached out, ran his hand over her soft, young body. She was trembling a little. He played with her breasts, circling her nipples, then ran his hands down and cupped her ass.

"When they were ready Louis liked to bend them over, see them from behind." Anne turned away from us, bent over the small wooden bar that separated the living quarters of the camper from the cab. In the low light, she looked amazing. Louis ran his hands over her ass and the tops of her thigh. Anne reached back and spread herself wide, letting Margaret get a good look at her. Anen moaned softly as Louis slid a finger into her wet pussy. In the small space you could hear how wet she was.

"What now Margaret?" Anne moaned. She was almost purring.

"Usually Louis would take them. Bent over like that."

"Oh, please do." Anne moaned. Louis stood up. Started to undo his pants. He looked a little stunned, but delighted. "Wait." Anne put up a hand. "I want to see Margaret." She turned around put her hands the wall of the van. She bent almost in half. She looked over at Margaret as Louis stepped up behind her. In the tight space everyone was close together. Louis undid his fly, leaving his pants on. With a grunt he pushed into my wife. She moaned loudly, exaggeratedly. Louis started to pump into her slowly. Anne met a Margarets gaze.

"Do you want to touch me Margaret?" She asked. Margaret leaned forward but didn't reach out. Anne moaned in disappointment. "Please touch me Margaret." Margaret reached out, softly touching Anne's breast, then stroking her young supple skin. Louis started to move a little faster. Anne got louder, encouraging him. It didn't take long. How could it? He shuddered softly and came in my wife. Anne breathed out softly as he pulled out. I could see that the tops of her thighs were wet.

Anne moved closer to Margaret. Slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed herself. Bringing herself to orgasm, watching Margaret the whole time. When she finished she moved directly in front on Margaret, knelt on the cold floor.

"Don't you deserve a little something Margaret?" She whispered. "A reward for being such a good wife. After all those years of watching."

Margaret was suddenly very shy, she looked up at me, then back at Anne. She looked desperately hungry, but so reticent.

"Did you want some privacy." I asked. Margaret nodded silently.

As I stepped out of the camper Margaret was standing and undoing the buckle of her pants. Anne was reaching to help her.

I went for a brief walk in the rain. A quick tour of the campground. When I came back everyone was fully dressed and all smiles. Margaret set up a bed for us and we went to sleep, warm and cozy.

The next day, on the train out of town, Anne snuggled next to me and curled up to nap. Just before she did, she popped open her purse and showed me what was inside. It was substantially more than 500 Euros.

The Chronology of Anne