As I looked over, I realized that Brent and Lisa had stopped what they were doing and were watching us. Both were now naked, and Lisa was stroking Brent's cock, but otherwise, they were just watching us. When Becca saw this, she left my side and walked over to them. She stopped in front of Brent and then wriggled out of her dress, letting it fall into the sand. Then, after looking briefly at Lisa, she stepped forward and put a knee down on either side of Brent's waist, straddling him. She reached back, grabbed his cock, and guided it inside her.
I was so stunned by Becca's boldness that I momentarily forget how surreal it was that Alesha was sucking my cock. At that point, I reached down and lifted her up and began kissing her. She kissed back passionately. Taking control, as I knew she would, she spun me around and guided me back onto one of the cots. Then, like Becca had done with Brent, she climbed onto the cot, straddling my waist, and guided my cock inside her. She felt much different than Becca or Lisa, somehow tighter, and very wet. I reached around her neck and untied the strap holding up the top of her dress. It fell forward, exposing her perky little breasts and washboard stomach. I leaned in and began kissing her breasts, while keeping an eye on what was happening on the other cots.
While Becca continued to straddle Brent, pistoning up and down on his cock, Lisa sat just to Brent's left, watching them. She was sitting on the cot with her legs spread wide and her hand stroking her clit. All this time, Alan had been sitting quietly on his own cot, watching the action around him. But he was now stroking his cock through his shorts, his erection evidently returning. Lisa was now looking at him too and I wondered if she might initiate something.
She didn't have to. A few seconds later, Alan was standing and he let his shorts fall to the ground, exposing a rather healthy sized erection. He walked over toward Lisa and as he did so, she slid off the cot and onto her knees in the sand. Then she turned away from him, leaning over onto the cot and thrusting her ass up into the air, clearly beckoning him to take her from behind. Alan wasted no time. Within seconds, he was on his knees behind her and had driven his cock in as far as it would go, causing her to squeal in delight. It was such an erotic sight that it took nearly all of my concentration not to come inside Alesha that second.
Brent wasn't as lucky. The sight was apparently too much for him, as a few seconds later I heard him say "oh god, I coming."
"It's okay. Come inside me," I heard Becca reply, and I watched as Brent shuddered and Becca eventually came to a stop. It was soon thereafter that I heard footsteps and saw two more people walking into our camp area. It was Jim and Jen, and both were completely naked. I confess that my eyes were immediately drawn to Jim's cock, which even in its semi-erect state was quite large, just like the rest of his muscular 6'5'' frame. He towered over Jen, who was no taller than 5'1''. Jen was looking right at me with that same wicked smile she'd had when we were dancing earlier.
With his distinctive New Zealand accent, Jim said, "I hope you don't mind if we join you." He said it as casually as someone might ask to sit at your table in the cafeteria. No one said anything, but heads all turned, including Becca's, who had just now noticed them.
With an incredible boldness, Jim walked straight over to Becca, who had just dislodged herself from Brent. He reached out a hand and she took it, standing up slowly and turning toward him. He leaned down and kissed her. Almost reflexively, she reached out with her hand and grasped his enormous cock, which almost instantaneously hardened into its fully erect state. As we all watched, in stunned silence, Jim picked Becca up, like she weighed nothing, and lifted her up to his own height as he continued to kiss her. Becca wrapped her legs tightly around him as he expertly lowered her down right onto his cock. Becca gasped loudly as he entered her. Jim just stood there for several seconds, holding her up, lifting her up and down on his cock. Then he slowly turned around, got onto his knees and lowered Becca gently down onto the sand on her back, all the while maintaining the connection. They were now in the missionary position, Jim on top, with Becca's legs splayed wide.
As Jim began to drive his huge cock into Becca, Alesha suddenly shuddered and cried "oh fuck, Clint" as her orgasm gripped her. Somehow, I was able to hold back. Almost as soon as Alesha had come to a stop, Jen approached. Alesha, sensing what she wanted, slowly got to her feet, kissing me one final time as she did so and then walked over to sit down by Brent. No sooner had Alesha left than Jen leaned in and kissed me, reaching down to stroke my cock as she did so. Then she slowly turned around to face Becca and Jim, while lowering herself back to sit in my lap. I guided my cock right into her opening as she did so and a second later she had fully impaled herself on me, her hands resting on each of my thighs. I kissed her neck as I reached around and fondled her breasts. She moved up and down on my cock as we continued to watch the scene in front of us.
Meanwhile, Alan and Lisa were still going at it, but had moved into a similar position as us, with Lisa sitting on Alan's lap, facing outward, presumably so as to get a better view of Becca and Jim. As Jen slid her lithe, sweat-soaked, 22 year old body up and down against me, it occurred to me that she was the third woman I'd had sex with that day, and none of them were my wife. Meanwhile, my wife was a few feet in front of me, getting ravaged by a 21 year old dude built like a lumberjack. She was loving every minute of it. I'd never seen her so utterly lost in the throes of passion. At that moment she wouldn't have noticed or cared if a thousand people were gathered around her watching. And I have to admit, flashes of jealousy were at times overpowering my own lust.
It didn't take much longer for Becca to come. Arching her back and gripping the sand with both hands, she screamed, "oh fuuuuuck!" and her eyes bulged. As she was writhing in pleasure, Jim pulled out and let loose an absolutely massive rope of cum that splashed across Becca's stomach and up onto her breasts. She didn't even look like she noticed. It was a powerfully erotic sight.
I was so turned on that I lifted Jen up and pushed her gently down onto her hands and knees on the sand. I moved with her, staying inside her, until I was on my knees behind her. I then grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her hard and fast. To our left, I heard Alan say that he was going to come. Not wanting him to come inside her, Lisa jumped off and quickly spun around, moving her breasts underneath Alan's cock. A second later, he unloaded on her, soaking her tits with cum. That, in turn, seemed to trigger Jen, who shuddered and squealed. I couldn't hold out any longer. Not knowing if it was safe to come inside her, I pulled out and let go. My cum shot clear across her ass and up onto her back.
For the first time in a long time, there was no longer anyone fucking or fooling around. We were all just lying or sitting there, catching our breath or cleaning ourselves off. I'm not going to lie. It was more than a little awkward. No one had any idea what to say. Jim was the first to rouse himself and kiss Becca on the forehead and saying "you're lovely" before standing up. Jen gave me a peck on the cheek before getting up to join him. The two held hands as they walked away into the night.
As the rest of us were returning to our respective cots, Alan switched off the lantern. Just before it went off, plunging us all into darkness, Lisa and I made eye contact. I had wanted so badly to be with her one last time, and by the look of regret in her eyes, I sensed the feeling was mutual. Had we missed our last chance?
It turns out the answer was no. A few hours later, as I lay on top of my sleeping bag, next to Becca, I was awoken by a kiss. I assumed it was Becca, at first, but as my eyes adjusted, I realized it was actually Lisa leaning over me. I turned to my right and saw that Becca was still asleep. By this time, Lisa was tugging on my shorts, pulling them down and then off entirely. And then, before I had time to even think about what was happening, she had her lips around my cock. Within seconds, I was hard. She didn't spend long down there, just long enough to get me good and ready. Then she slowly climbed onto my cot, straddling me. She had a tank top on but nothing below the waist. Once she was in position, she reached back and gently guided my cock inside her.
Of all the multitude of sexual encounters I'd had on this trip, this was the first where we were actually trying not to make noise. And it was refreshing in that way. Lisa was moving very slowly, very delicately, silently gliding up and down on my cock. Remarkably, Becca had still not woken up.
After a few minutes, I reached up and gently pulled down the straps of her tank top, pulling the entire thing down to her waist and freeing her breasts. She leaned into me, dangling her breasts over my mouth. I sucked on her nipples, first one, then the other. Then she leaned back, sitting upright as I reached forward with both hands, fondling her breasts. Her hips were now moving a little faster, grinding against me. It was at this point that Becca finally stirred. As she opened her eyes, I could tell that she was having trouble processing what she was seeing. Lisa reached over and put a hand on her arm. She leaned in and whispered, "I'm sorry, Becca, I didn't get my chance earlier. I hope you're not mad."
I held my breath, not really sure how she'd respond, but all she did was smile and roll over onto her side, facing us. Taking that as permission to continue, Lisa resumed her slow movement, her hands now resting on my bare chest, her breasts squeezed together between her arms. Becca was watching us intently and, to my surprise, I saw her hand move down into her shorts. I turned my head to face her and for a moment our eyes locked. Then we were kissing, gently at first, but then very passionately. Lisa seemed to get off on this. The more Becca and I kissed, the more urgent Lisa's movements became and the closer she got to orgasm. When I knew she was getting close, I turned back toward her and leaned forward, propping myself up on my arms and burying my face in her tits. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth, Lisa suddenly and silently came, her whole body shuddering.
When she'd stopped shaking, I gently pushed her off and rolled over onto Becca's cot. I was on my knees, facing Becca, who was now lying on her back, looking up at me. I reached down and pulled off her shorts. Then I pulled her toward me until my cock was resting on her pussy. Gently, I reached down and moved the tip of my cock against her clit in a circular motion, teasing her. I did it again and again, causing Becca to moan softly. As I was doing this, Lisa moved around behind me and I felt her breasts press up against my back and her arms reach around me. At first she just touched my chest, but her hands soon made their way lower and lower until they were touching my cock and balls. She stroked my cock a few times and then lined it up with Becca's opening. I leaned in and buried my cock inside Becca. It felt so comfortable and familiar, like finally sleeping in your own bed after a long trip. Becca was now stroking her clit with her finger as I slowly thrust in and out. We didn't try to draw things out. Neither of us had the energy. In less than a minute, we were both there. It felt so amazing to come inside her, to orgasm right at the same moment she did, her eyes bulging the way they always did just as her orgasm washed over her.
When it was done, I kissed Lisa one last time. She smiled at Becca and then got up and returned to her cot, where Brent remained asleep.
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The last day was somewhat anticlimactic. There was no more sex. No more nudity (no need to bathe in the cold river when hot showers awaited us). And no one really seemed to want to talk about the sexual escapades of the last night (or the entire week for that matter). We rafted the last few miles and then were taken by helicopter out of the canyon in small groups. At Bar Ten Ranch, we all showered, shaved, and changed into clean clothes. It felt wonderful, but as we sat down to eat lunch, it already felt like everything that had happened in the canyon was something that happened in another life. I knew it wasn't something that would or could continue. It was unsustainable. And it needed to be contained if we wanted to return to some semblance of normalcy in our lives. We didn't even need to discuss it. We just all knew.
That was six months ago and nothing even remotely like those nights in the canyon has happened to us since. Becca and I have returned, at least for now, to our normal, monogamous marriage. But though we rarely talk about what happened, we haven't forgotten about it either. The memories, powerful as they are, will always be there, waiting for the right opportunity to lead to mischief.
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** EROTICA FOR WOMEN WITH EXPLICIT SEX - Book One **
‘Oh god, am I really going through with this?’
"What is it?" he asked.
I stood up. Wearing just a short plaid skirt and no panties, I pulled my skirt up and started rubbing my pussy, working a finger up inside me. God, I have never been so wet! I bite down on my lower lip and looked him straight in the eyes. The heat exchanged was intoxicating.
"I want to feel you inside me,” I answered timidly at first, but then the warmth of my fingers massaging my clit erased away all nervousness. All I could think about was how badly I wanted his dick deep inside my hot sex. My body reacted as he looked at me with those fucking gorgeous eyes. It was obvious, he was enjoying watching me finger fuck myself.
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