"I know," was all I said back, as I reached inside my sleeping bag and grasped my rapidly growing cock. The sounds grew louder and the moans and vocalizations more frequent. I couldn't make out who the woman’s voice was other than it wasn't Alesha or Lisa. But whoever it was, I was building toward a spectacular orgasm, and it was enormously arousing to listen to. I couldn't help but stroke my cock.
I wasn't doing it for long when I felt the top of my sleeping back being pulled down. Becca's hand grabbed a hold of my cock and took over. Moments later, the woman belted out "oh god, oh god, oh god" before trailing off, clearly in the throes of an orgasm. Becca stopped stroking my cock to listen, whispering "holy shit" in my ear. "Who do you think that was?" she finally asked.
"No idea," I whispered back, trying to hide my disappointment that it was over. But no sooner had the sounds of the mystery couple died down than more sounds began, this time on the other side of us. We could hear sounds of creaking cots and heavy breathing. And then there was even more noise, coming from a whole different direction. Over the next few minutes, sounds of sex slowly emerged from all over the camp. It was as if everyone had, all at once, realized the kind anonymity the cloudless sky provided and was determined to make the most of the opportunity.
Becca and I were no different. I felt her climb onto my cot. She must have taken her shorts and panties off while we were listening because, as soon as she was straddling me, I felt her guide my cock into her already very wet pussy. She gasped audibly as I entered her and within seconds was rocking up and down on my cock and kissing me furiously, our cot creaking loudly with every movement. After a few minutes, she began to moan and sigh loudly. I sat up and gently lifted off her tank top, followed by my own shirt. It was so dark that I still couldn't really see anything. But we were now completely naked. Our sweaty bodies sliding against each other in the warm pitch black night, while sounds of other couples having sex echoed all around us. It was completely intoxicating and surreal.
At one point it dawned on me that Brent and Lisa, who had set up their cots less than ten feet to our right, were making loud slapping sounds. While I couldn't see them, I pictured Lisa getting fucked doggy-style and it was almost too much too take. The sounds were so loud throughout the camp that I was pretty certain every couple there was engaged in some kind of sexual act. It was like a Roman orgy in the dark.
Becca was clearly incredibly turned on by the whole experience. She was never the most vocal lover, usually only making any real noise toward the very end, as she neared climax. But this was different. She was moaning and sighing loudly from the beginning, with an occasion "oh god" thrown in for good measure. Eventually, she seemed to completely lose control and started bucking her hips frantically. When she finally came, she nearly screamed. And the funny thing was, her scream barely stood out amidst the sounds everyone else was making around us.
Once she was done, I flipped us over until I was on top of her and drove my cock into her hard and fast until I came as well. For a quite a while thereafter, we just lay there, panting and catching our breath as we listened to the sounds of people coming all around us. I was particularly focused on Lisa's voice, which was close by and easy to recognize. When she finally came, she squealed "oh god, I'm coming, Brent," and I suddenly felt my erection return. Becca felt it too, and she responded by rolling over onto her side, facing away from me and sticking her ass out toward me. Within seconds, I had turned on my side and my cock was back inside her, my chest pressed against her sweaty back and my arm wrapped around her, fondling her breasts.
We took things slower the second time around, soaking in the sounds rather than contributing to them. While some of the couples had grown quiet, there were still a few who were actively and vocally fucking each other. And as I continued to slide in and out of Becca, other couples began to join back in, clearly on their second go around, like us. After a good long time and a slow build up, we were again both nearing orgasm. Becca was actively stroking herself, something she rarely did under normal circumstances. At the very end, I rolled Becca onto her stomach, pressing her into the cot as I plowed into her from behind.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, Clint, I'm coming again," she panted. I kissed her ear, grunting as I came too.
By then we were so exhausted, emotionally and physically, that we both fell asleep on top of our sleeping bags, still naked.
BOOK TWO
Chapter One: Can It Be Night Already?
When I woke near dawn, needing to pee, I stood up groggily, forgetting that I was completely naked. It was light enough at that point to see around us and I immediately noticed that several other couples were still in various states of undress. To our right, Lisa was only half covered by her sleeping bag and I could see one of her large breasts hanging out. A voyeuristic thrill coursed through me.
After enjoying a good, long look, I pulled on my shorts and walked in the opposite direction, toward the bank. On my way to the river, I passed by Candy, the one with the short hair and the nose ring. She was lying naked on top of her bag, as was her boyfriend, Keith (I had learned the night before that they weren't married). It occurred to me that they were lying in roughly the place where all the sounds seemed to originate the night before. Picturing Candy as the mysterious moaning woman somehow made the memory even more powerfully erotic.
* * *
Breakfast that morning was a fascinating study in group psychology. There was no question that the craziness of the night before was on the forefront of everyone's minds, to the point where it made normal chit-chat and small talk nearly impossible. But no one felt comfortable acknowledging the elephant in the camp. So most of us just sat there and drank our coffee in silence.
That is until Aaron strolled up from the river with a big grin on his face and said, "did you folks save any energy for the river today? I mean, damn, when I said that modesty would be one of the first things to go, I had no idea. You guys are animals." We all started laughing, with sheepish grins on our faces, while glancing around awkwardly at each other. But acknowledging the craziness of the night before did seem to ease the tension.
I spent most of the rest of that day thinking about the night before and hoping we could replicate some of that magic once the sun went down. Based on the frequent looks and occasional touches I was getting from Becca, I knew she was thinking the same thing. And lest there be any doubt, as we were disembarking the raft at the confluence of the Little Colorado River that afternoon, Becca leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight." Then she winked and walked ahead to catch up with Lisa and Alesha. You've gotta understand, that my wife never says anything like that. I couldn't remember a single time she had ever said the work "fuck" to me in a sexual context. Something about this situation had really brought out another side of her.
And it wasn't just her. We all hiked some distance up the Little Colorado, admiring its stunning turquoise water. Eventually, the guides stopped us and Jim and Jen jumped into the river to demonstrate how to body surf down the miniature rapids. Perhaps not surprisingly, Jen again chose to go topless, something that didn't even seem all that odd in light of everything else that had happened. But what was surprisingly was how many of the other women chose to follow her lead when their turn came. Sonja, the other guide, also went topless, as did both, Candy and Krista, both of whom had done so the day before, though Krista seemed much less self-conscious about it this time around. But a few others did as well, including Alesha, whom I'd always wanted to see naked. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and sexy. Both Becca and Lisa kept their tops on, despite Alesha's best efforts to convince them to join her, but I could tell they both at least considered taking them off, which is something I never would have believed even a day ago.
Most interestingly, none of the women who took their tops off appeared in any hurry to put them back on once they got out of the water. It was only when we got back to the rafts and risked being seen by other raft groups that the bikinis
and tank tops came back on.
Chapter Two: The Wrong Cot
That evening, once we arrived at the campsite, Becca and I carefully scouted the terrain. As there hadn't been a cloud in the sky all day, we were looking for a spot that offered at least some visual privacy but was not too far from everyone else. We found what seemed like a perfect spot, near the center of camp but with some bushes blocking the view on three sides. There were several of these little bush-encircled "alcoves" at the site, and we noticed that Alesha and Alan took the one just upriver from us and Brent and Lisa the one just downriver.
As it turned out, visual privacy wasn't an issue, because, like the night before, a bank of clouds rolled in during dinner. By the time we all turned in, it was again pitch black. We were now in the heart of the canyon, with its looming walls blocking out most of the night sky and the clouds blocking the rest. After brushing my teeth and taking a leak in the river, I made my way back to our cots. Becca, who preferred to use the camp toilet, told me she was going to go get in line for it. Before she left, though, she grabbed my crotch firmly and said "don't you dare fall asleep before I get back. I'm not done with you." And then she left me alone in the pitch black.
As I lay on my cot, waiting for her to return, I heard the same sounds of intimacy we'd heard the night before. It was intermittent and hard to pinpoint just where it was coming from. I could hear a woman moaning. I wasn’t certain, but it sure sounded a lot like Jen, our river guide. In my mind, I pictured her straddling Aaron (or maybe Jim?), her guide shirt unbuttoned and falling to each side, her breasts exposed. In a matter of seconds, I had a raging erection. The night was still so warm that I was lying on top of my sleeping bag, not inside of it. Nevertheless, I slid off my shorts, confident that the darkness would hide me. I lay there stroking my cock, soaking in the sounds, waiting for Becca to return.
A few minutes later, I heard steps approaching, accompanied by the bouncing beam of a flashlight. I wondered momentarily if I should cover myself, in case it wasn't Becca and the flashlight's beam happened to shine down on me and my exposed cock. Before I could act on that impulse, though, the flashlight switched off. I couldn't see Becca as she approached the cots, but I heard her footsteps. She stopped just in front of the cots and stood silently. The sounds of sex in the camp were unmistakable by now, and they seemed to be coming from at least two locations. I could tell Becca had just noticed the sounds and, like me, was trying to figure out who was making them. I continued to stroke my cock with my right hand, but with my left, I reached up for Becca, finding a leg and then moving slowly up her thigh. When I eventually reached her pussy, I felt her hand already there. She was touching herself. A moment later, her hand pulled away, and I felt her sleep shorts slip down to her feet.
She stepped out of them, and I felt her lean toward me. Her hand touched my leg first and then quickly worked its way up to my cock. If she was surprised to find it already exposed and rigid as a flagpole, she gave no indication verbally. She wasted no time. I felt her swing her leg over me and climb onto the cot, straddling me, and then guide my cock inside her with her hand. Something felt odd, and it was only when I reached out for her that I realized she was facing away from me. My hands touched her back just as hers reached forward and touched my thighs. Now, Becca and I have a pretty good sex life, but I couldn't remember the last time we'd had sex in this position. It just wasn't in our normal bag of tricks. But damn if she's wasn't good at it. She slid up and down on my cock effortlessly, rolling her hips rhythmically as I gripped them with my hands. I could tell that she'd resumed touching herself with her hand.
As she gradually picked up speed, she began to moan softly. That was when the first twinge of disorientation hit me. I was lost in pleasure and distracted by the unusual surroundings and sounds around me, but I wasn't so far gone that I didn't notice how unusual Becca sounded. Why was she acting so strange? Was she pretending to be someone else? Was this some kind of role play fantasy for her? Whatever it was, it was incredibly arousing. I sat up, pushing her forward onto all fours, while I disengaged briefly and got up onto my own knees behind her. Then I drove my cock back into her and began fucking her doggy style, my hands firmly planted on her hips. She whispered, "oh yes, fuck me." I reach around and grasped her tits through her tank top. They felt large. As my blood-diminished brain tried to make sense of that, she whispered again, "Fuck me, Brent, just like that."
I stopped cold, the sudden realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. "Lisa?" I managed to say. She must have recognized my voice because, in a heartbeat, she had pulled away, scrambled off the cot and was fumbling in the sand for her shorts, muttering, "Oh shit. Oh my god." And then finally, she asked, "it's you, isn't it, Clint?" She already knew the answer.
I was too stunned to respond at first. After a long, awkward moment, I said, "yeah, it's me, but I swear, Lisa, I didn't know. I thought you were Becca."
"Oh god. I've gotta go." And with that she was gone. I collapsed back onto my back, my stiff cock still in my hand, my mind racing. I was still in a state of stunned disbelief when Becca finally stumbled back into our campsite. It couldn't have been more than a minute after Lisa had stumbled away.
After listening to her rummage through her bag a little, I felt her sit down on her adjoining cot. "I’m sorry it took me so long, the line-up for the toilet took forever." Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "listening to all that moaning made me horny as hell. I couldn't wait to get back." With that, she reached over and I felt her hand grasp my cock.
"Whoooaa, big boy! Looks like you're ready to go!" I thought I should stop her, and tell her what had just happened, but before I could even begin to formulate the right words, she was straddling me, guiding my cock inside her. And while my encounter with Lisa had left me shaken and confused, it had also left me incredibly turned on and desperate for release. So I just went with it and didn't say anything.
Becca, for her part, was more locked in than I'd ever seen her. Like the night before, she made no effort to be quiet. She rode my cock aggressively, despite the loud creaking noises the cot made with every up and down motion. She was clearly getting off on the thought that others were hearing her and wanted to put on a show. And she wasn't alone. The sounds of sex coming from around the camp had only intensified, and I was pretty sure some of that noise was coming from Brent and Lisa, whose cots were no more than 20 feet away.
Just before Becca climaxed, she belted out "oh god, I'm coming, Clint!" loud enough for much of the camp to hear. At that point, I sat up, lifted her off of me and manoeuvred her onto all fours. As I got onto my knees and thrust my cock inside her, the memory of being inside Lisa, in the exact same position, less than 20 minutes earlier, was disorienting. But it was powerfully arousing as well. I grunted and came hard.
As we lay there afterwards, thoroughly spent, Becca kept kissing me on the cheek and whispering things in my ear. "I can't believe how fun this is! Who knew this trip would be such a constant turn-on?" I didn't say much back. I just kept thinking of the mishap with Lisa and its repercussions. Had Lisa told Brent? Did she plan to? Should I tell Becca now? Should I wait until I could talk with Lisa about it? In the end, I decided not to ruin the moment. I'd sleep on it and try to talk with Lisa in the morning.
Chapter Three: The Talk
I had a hard time sleeping that night. I kept playing out imaginary conversations in my head, trying to imagine how I would tell Becca, how she would react, whether she'd be able to forgive me or move past it. On the one hand, it hadn't been my fault. I genuinely thought it was Becca up until the last second. On the other hand, would she believe that? Would she believe that I couldn't tell I was fucking another woman? And even if she did, would she be able to get over the fact that I had my penis inside another woman's vagina? And how would she react to learning that, instead of telling her right away, I just went ahead and fucked her? Becca had always been a perfectly reasonable person, but no matter how I played things out in my mind, I couldn't envi
sion the conversation going well. And I knew that the longer I put it off, the harder it would be.
But I had to talk to Lisa first. That morning, I got up early, hoping she would too. But she didn't. The first time I saw her was during breakfast, when we made some brief, awkward eye contact. I wasn't able to get her alone until just before we climbed back in the rafts for our first river run of the day. I was brief and to the point, knowing we didn't have long: "I've gotta know. Did you tell Brent? Are you going to?"
She looked completely mortified, almost white. After an awkward pause, she answered "I think I have to, Clint. I don't think he'll take it well, but I think this will eat away at me if I don't. I swear to god, Clint. I didn't know. I thought you were him. I just wandered into the wrong area. It was so dark..."
"I know, Lisa. Believe me, I didn't know either. I thought you were Becca until the last second..."
"I believe you too." She looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes. She really was very beautiful. "Are you going to tell Becca?"
"I think I have to. I'm scared how she'll react, too, but the longer we wait, the worse it'll be. Maybe we should try to do it at the same time, though?"
"Yeah, agreed. Maybe lunch?"
Just as she said that, Becca and several others walked up behind us. I gave Lisa one last look of understanding. The moment of truth would be at lunchtime. Then we all hopped on the raft.
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