by Vivian Ward
The tip of his tongue traces the hood of my clit as it slowly moves closer and closer to my entrance and I hold my breath in anticipation until he slips it inside of me and begins tongue fucking my pussy.
“Ohhhh!” I cry out as I reach for his hair.
His hair is soft and thick in my hands, the perfect kind for pulling and that’s exactly what I do.
Enjoying the sweet torture he’s putting me through, I suddenly feel something on my face, near my mouth. My eyes pop open, and that’s when I see my husband with the fire burning brightly behind him.
He’s discarded his pants and is stroking his cock. Pre-cum is practically dripping from his tip, and it’s begging to be sucked on.
Opening my mouth, I nod at my husband, inviting him for a blow job. As hot as it’s always been being watched by other people, having them participate is even hotter!
Chapter 10
Tom
She looks like a fucking angel with her legs dangling over another man’s shoulders. Maybe it’s the pose she’s in or the way her eyes barely flutter beneath the lid, but it’s undeniable that she loves what this man is doing to her body.
I love watching my wife being pleased by him. It’s got me so fucking turned on right now that my cock is throbbing and aching for release.
As selfish as I might be for setting things up for tonight one small step at a time, I want this to be all about her and her pleasure. I, literally, want to watch him make my wife squirm and come all over his face.
Maybe I took things a bit too far tonight. She has been drinking, after all, but I don’t see her hesitating one bit. I know she’s enjoying herself and that’s exactly what I’d hoped for.
None of this would be any fun or worth it if she were nervous, scared or unsure of herself. She’s none of those things.
There’s something so fucking sexy about watching my hot, confident wife own her feminism and embrace it. Deep down, I always knew she had it in her and tonight she’s showing me that side. She’s taking everything she wants and enjoying the hell out of it.
I reach down, cupping the back of her head to give her more support as my stiff cock slides inside of her mouth.
Damn. She looks even more beautiful with both of our hands on her.
With my cock in her mouth, I can feel the slight vibrations of every moan that escapes her body as she licks and sucks my tip. She’s always given the best blowjobs, and with the way things are going, I don’t know if I’ll be able to last long.
From time to time, my wife looks up at me, and I can see the sexual hunger in her eyes. She wants more. She’s telling me with her beautiful dark eyes, and I’ll make sure she has more than enough to keep her satisfied.
Most men would be too scared to let their wives enjoy themselves, but not me. I know Beth would never leave me, not for a minute. She’s all mine and I’m all hers.
It’s as simple as that.
Not wanting to leave anyone out and give her the sexual satisfaction that she craves, I nod to Hunter and give him the okay to come join us.
As he approaches, he grabs Beth’s breasts and begins playing with them while Shawn continues to eat her pussy. When her eyes flutter open again and she notices Hunter’s joined us, she eagerly grabs his cock and takes him in her mouth.
Alternating between jacking each of us off and blowing us, we have her more than occupied and with the way she’s grinding against Shawn’s face, I don’t think she’s going to last much longer either.
Like my favorite book, I know what each page holds. I know exactly where one arc begins and the next one ends. I can read her like no other.
She always does that right before she comes; grinds against my face. But I know my wife well and she won’t get there unless you’re fingering her while you eat her out, so I give him a little assistance and reach between my wife’s legs.
For the first time all night, I notice that I’m trembling while she’s completely confident. She’s so sure of herself and everything that’s going on around her, but I find that I’m the one nervous as hell but I do my best to control myself and keep it under my hat.
She’s completely fucking soaking wet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this wet. Shawn stops for a moment to look up at me, but I smile at him.
“Trust me,” I say. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He dives right back between her legs while she continues to stroke me and blow Hunter at the same time.
I know we’ve all had a lot to drink tonight, but I wouldn’t change anything. My wife is enjoying herself and that’s all that matters. This has been a long-time fantasy of mine and now that it’s finally coming true, I don’t want it to end.
Picking up my pace, I begin to finger her harder and faster, just how she likes it. It’s all about those arcs; those valleys and peaks. I know her so well.
There’s no doubt that she’s getting closer when she starts stroking me in time to match my movements. There’s no way I can take it much longer. My dick jerks and that’s when I see how much more pre-cum there is now than there was before.
It’s crazy how she still has the effect on me. It’s like she holds some sexual power over me that I can’t control. No woman should have any right to handle so much power over one man, but she does.
If she keeps jacking me off at this pace, I’m going to come all over her tits. Wanting to get her off as quickly as possible, I finger her harder, going a bit deeper until I find her G-spot.
Her eyes pop open the instant the tip of my fingers comes into contact with it and I don’t think my wife has ever looked hotter giving a blowjob.
Hunter’s nicely endowed, stuffing her mouth completely full and I can see the shape of his dick lightly outlined on her cheek.
For fuck’s sake.
Feeling like I’m about to blow my load all over her tits and stomach, I begin pushing against her G-spot over and over until she starts thrusting her hips against Shawn’s face and moaning uncontrollably.
She completely lets go of my erection and grabs onto the bench but doesn’t dare stop sucking Hunter’s cock as she comes all over Shawn’s goatee.
I swear, it’s so fucking hot and that I’m so turned on that a droplet of my pre-cum lands near her belly button.
Not wanting to be the first guy to come, I decide that I’ll hang back and watch for a while and let those two have some fun with her.
I walk over to Beth and ask her, “You okay taking this a bit further?”
She nods her head, still busy blowing Hunter. Pleased with her answer, I ask them if either of them has condoms.
“I have a box in my backpack,” Shawn says.
I figured he might.
“She says it’s okay. Go for it,” I open another beer and let the cold brew quench my thirst.
Shawn returns with a box of condoms and tosses one to Hunter, “You first, my friend.”
Beth eagerly lies back on top of the picnic table and scoots her ass to the edge, making it easier to be fucked by both of them. Shawn picks up where Hunter left off and lets my wife begin sucking his cock while Hunter slips his condom on.
Walking to the edge of the table, he positions himself between her legs and grabs the base of his cock as he lines up with her opening.
He looks over at me for a second as he slides right into my wife. I watch her face light up and her eyes pop as she feels a different cock in her for the first time since we got married.
My stomach turns for just a second, but not in a bad way. It’s the same kind that you feel when you’re on a roller coaster. It’s out of excitement and jealousy.
I’ve always pictured this but never imagined any of it happening and right now it’s all unfolding before me. Watching my wife be pleased by two complete alpha studs is easily the best thing I’ve ever seen.
Seeing the two of them working together to please my wife and use her how they want to use her does something to my core. Short jolts of jealousy shock my syst
em, but then I remember that she’s all mine.
My stomach twists in excitement as I watch her hips buck as each wave of pleasure washes over her. Her soft moans fill the dead silent of the night and the scent of sex wafts through the air.
And even though I’m not participating, it hasn’t stopped me from stroking my cock as I watch Hunter thrust into my wife while she gives head to Shawn.
Sitting by the fire, I continue to nurse my beer and alternate between slow strokes and rubbing the tip of my head. If I do anything more than that, I know it’ll all be over for me and that’s not how I want to go out.
Hearing my wife moan as she gets pounded by someone else is almost enough to push me over the edge, so I try to concentrate on just watching her breasts bounce each time he penetrates her.
For just a second, she takes Shawn’s dick out of her mouth and props herself up on her elbows and beams at me.
“Thank you,” she mouths.
I swear, if I died tonight, I’d die the happiest man on Earth.
I might let those two have some fun with her but when they’re done, I’m going to own her and make her mine again. I will always own her—mind, body, and soul.
One wild night of fucking around a campfire will never undo the love that we have for each other and I’ll make sure she knows that. Even if I had to spend an eternity showing her and convincing her of my love and the fact that she’s mine, it would be an eternity well spent.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman and I think she knows that. I try to show her in every way possible and tonight is no different.
I’ve seen mothers often say that their children are their hearts walking around outside of their body. Well, Beth is mine. That woman is my lifeline and I wouldn’t be anything without her.
I’d also never do anything to put our relationship in jeopardy or lose her.
As I sit by the crackling fire watching her enjoy herself, I remember just how lucky I am and why this has always been a fantasy of mine. I think I picked the perfect weekend to go camping with her and I’m glad the guys backed out on me.
Nothing this exciting would have ever happened with them.
I love seeing her showered with attention and right now, I’d say she’s getting more than enough. The smile on her face has been there all night and there’s no sign of it fading anytime soon.
Chapter 11
Beth
The instant Hunter slid inside of me is something I’ll never forget. He’s a bit smaller than my husband, but it still feels just as good.
Part of me still feels a little bad for enjoying this so much and for letting it happen, but the fun by far outweighs the guilt.
After all, it’s not cheating if your husband is there watching. Is it?
I can feel my confidence growing with each thrust he delivers as he fucks me and every inch of cock that goes down my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, his pace continuing to quicken.
My words don’t come out quite so clear as Shawn’s cock is still occupying my mouth.
With him busy fucking my mouth, I try to take him in as much as I can, eager to please. I don’t know why I want to please him so bad, but I almost feel a need to submit to him.
Maybe it’s because of his masculinity, or maybe it’s because of how attracted I am, but whatever it is, I want to make sure he’s completely satisfied.
Sensing that Hunter is close, I lift my hips slightly off the table and begin to match him thrust for thrust. With my tits frantically bouncing as he plows into me, I know he’s very close to finishing.
“Ohhh,” he howls as he comes inside of me.
His fingertips dig into my hip bones as I milk him for all he’s got, which seems to be a lot by the way his body continues to jerk and twitch until there’s no more cum left in his balls.
Pulling Shawn’s cock out of my mouth, I begin stroking him with long, steady strokes to keep him nice and hard as I look over at my husband.
I motion for him to come here and when I do, he doesn’t hesitate. He instantly flicks his cigarette into the fire and sets his beer can in the holder of the lawn chair as he makes his way over to me.
“Having fun?” he asks.
“I am,” I say.
And it’s true. I’m having the time of my fucking life!
“Come here, let me suck your cock while Shawn has a turn,” I say to my husband.
I’m not sure if he was already hard or if my words did it, but when he slides his shorts off, his rock hard cock springs forward from the waistband of his elastic shorts.
Smiling up at him, I never once lose eye contact as I take him into my mouth. At least not until Shawn presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.
I knew he was big when I was blowing him, but I guess I didn’t realize just how much until now.
“You okay?” he asks, holding his dick firmly by the base.
“Mhmm,” I nod.
I want to maintain eye contact with Tom, but there’s no way in hell I can do anything but watch as Shawn pushes into me.
Stretching me and filling me, I look down between my legs and can see my delicate skin completely wrapped around his girth as he slides in and out of me.
Fucking hell!
I’ve never been so full in my life. He’s easily the biggest I’ve ever had, and it almost hurts each time he pushes into me as I feel my skin trying to accommodate him.
It doesn’t take long for me to take him with ease when my husband reaches down and begins playing with my hood and clitoris. I can feel myself becoming wetter by the second and the thought of my husband touching my pussy while another guy pounds it is almost enough to send me off the deep end.
Moaning between thrusts, I try my best to suck my husband’s cock, but I can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to or anything like that, but it has more to do with the fact that I can’t concentrate.
“Hang on, I’ve got an idea,” Tom says, pulling himself out of my throat. “Get up for a second,” he tells me.
I look up at Shawn who’s still stuffed deep inside me and shrug my shoulders as he allows himself to slip out of me and backs up.
“Here, Shawn,” my husband says. “You sit here on the table and straddle it so that your feet are on each of the seats.”
Doing as Tom says, Shawn sits on the table and allows his legs to hang over the sides of the picnic table with each of his feet touching the seat of the bench.
“And I’ll do the same,” Tom says.
I laugh because they’re sitting facing each other, both of them straddling the picnic table and it looks a bit ridiculous. It almost puts a whole new meaning to the words “cock fight” because their dicks are pointing at each other like they’re about to wrestle.
“Now, you,” he pats the open space between him and Shawn. “You come here, beautiful.”
“Me?” I ask. “What am I supposed to do?”
No sooner than the words are out of my mouth, my husband grabs me by the waist and drags me on top of the table, and I realize what’s about to happen.
Squatting down, I face Shawn and grab his cock, allowing myself to slowly slide down it. Taking him from this angle is a bit more difficult as gravity works against me. I didn’t realize how long he was until now.
He’s completely impaling me, and it takes me a few slow up and down movements to get used to feeling him from this position, but damn it feels good.
With my legs dangling over the tops of his thighs, my feet barely reach the seat of the picnic bench for any leverage, but where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Tom’s arm wraps around my waist, and his fingers find my clit before he starts playing with me like a finely tuned guitar. I swear his fingers are fucking magical. I feel like I’m going to lose my damned mind as he stimulates me while I ride Shawn.
It’s almost sensory overload, but he’s only getting started.
My husband’s hard cock begins teasing my backdoor, brushing against it ever so slig
htly with each stroke my pussy delivers to Shawn’s cock. Before I know it, I’m sandwiched between the two of them.
He rests the tip of his head at my back entrance, and when I give him the okay, he slowly begins pushing himself inside me.
We’ve had anal sex before—plenty of times—but having both holes filled at once is an entirely different sensation. It doesn’t take much—just a few more thrusts—before I come undone.
My body takes over my mind, and I begin exploding from within, coming all over Shawn’s thick, massive cock as the two of them find the perfect rhythm to get me off.
Sensory overload sets in as my husband continues to play with my clit and Shawn grabs my tits while the two of them continue fucking me. It’s raw, primal sex and these two are completely dominating me.
It’s hands down the hottest sex I’ve had, and I don’t want the night to end.
The guys keep a nice, steady pace until I’m finished coming before they lose it and both come at the same time. Even though Shawn’s wearing protection, I can feel him swelling inside of me as he gets off.
My husband thrusts himself hard and deep inside me as his balls begin to tighten and I feel his warm seed spreading inside of me.
A sweaty pile of mess, the three of us pull our sticky skin off one another in an attempt to cool off.
After we’ve taking our towels that were hanging in a nearby tree, we wipe off and all grab something to drink. The cold beer is so refreshing but doesn’t quench my thirst. I take another pull of beer and suck it all down before plucking a bottle of water from the ice chest.
Guzzling the water bottle, I finish it in record time. Breathless and wiping the excess from my mouth, I laugh as my husband watches me in amazement.
“Thirsty?” he asks.
“Hell yeah,” I say. “Your um, little game of truth or dare kind of caught me by surprise and things escalated a little quickly,” I tease him.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, he laughs at me but doesn’t respond.
“Hey! I, for one, am glad that it escalated,” Hunter says, bringing me another bottle of water.
