by Vivian Ward
I’m still not sure if it was something my husband did or the excitement of being an exhibitionist for the first time, but I was coming all over his cock within seconds.
Nothing could have stopped me from moaning and calling out Tom’s name, not even the stranger who was intently watching us. As soon as he heard my cries and saw my back arch as my husband fucked me faster, the man pulled his dick out and started jacking off.
Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe I’m mistaken since he was so far away, but I swear to this day that he was jacking off in rhythm to the way Tom’s hips crashed against me.
“Oh god,” I moaned in pleasure to my husband. “He’s got it out, and he’s jacking off!”
My husband looked over at the jogger and smiled.
“Yes, he is,” he nodded at the man.
I can’t describe it, but it was almost like my husband was granting him approval or giving him permission to watch us or something because the man became even more vulgar and really started stroking it.
Ironically, he and Tom both finished around the same time.
After Tom slipped out of me and I climbed down off the hood, the man seemingly disappeared as quickly as he had originally appeared.
Since then, there have been many times where we’ve had sex out in the open with the hopes of ‘getting caught.'
Making out my husband’s features through the darkness of the tent, I pull him closer to me as we listen to the guys next to our campsite continue on with their partying.
“Come here,” I say to him. “I want those guys next door to know what it sounds like for a man to fuck his wife well.”
Even in the darkness of the tent, I can feel my husband’s smile, and for a minute, I think I can see his movie-star teeth.
“By all means, Mrs. Crescent,” Tom says, sliding on top of me. “I think we should.”
His mouth covers mine, and our tongues begin to dance a feverish pitch as his hands start exploring my body.
He breaks our kiss, making my lips beg for more.
“That’s a good start, Mr. Crescent,” I giggle. “Now show me what you’ve really got!”
It takes less than two seconds before he finds the evidence of how turned on I really am. Knowing that the two men next to us are about to hear us and that my husband is going to fuck my brains out while they listen has me so fucking turned on that I’m dripping—literally—in anticipation.
“My, my, my,” he coos. “Mrs. Crescent, you seem to need some extra attention in certain areas. Let me take care of those needs for you.”
God, he’s so fucking sexy!
His head darts between my legs before he starts lapping my juices. The musky smell of my sex fills the tent, and it makes me want him even more.
“I need you,” I whisper, sucking in a deep breath as I say that last word.
The way his tongue twists like a tornado around my hood drives me insane.
“I’m all yours,” he says, stopping to suck on my clit as he makes his way back up to me.
My mouth finds his in the darkness as his body covers mine, his cock sliding into my opening with ease and our teeth clash against one another’s.
I can taste myself on him, and it’s so damn delicious. A hint of musky mixed with sweetness. The fact that it’s coating his lips makes it taste even better, almost perfect.
As soon as he’s inside of me, I moan in pleasure as his warm breath exhales against my ear, moving my hair.
“Damn, you feel so good,” his deep voice booms in my ear.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him in even deeper.
“Fuck me, Tom,” I say, locking my wrists behind his neck.
“Listen to that filthy mouth you have, Mrs. Crescent,” he teases. “If my dick weren't already occupying your pussy, I’d stuff it right in your mouth to stop you from talking like that.”
I love my husband’s playful banter. He can be so naughty and funny at the same time.
“Well you can’t, Mr. Crescent, so you’ll just have to fuck me senseless,” I hiss, biting his earlobe.
Pistoning in and out of me, I can’t help but moan and call out his name. The louder I get, the faster he goes, and I can’t help but increase the volume of my voice so that he’ll go even faster.
Skin slapping against skin, whimpers and cries of me begging for more and the scent of sex filling the tent under the light of the moon bring out the animalistic side of Tom, causing him to not only fuck me fast but to go as deep as he can.
The men next to our campsite have been listening to us for quite a while based on the obscene phrases that they’ve been shouting and their cheers of encouragement.
I know my husband has held back for as long as possible, and I’m amazed by how long he’s lasting because any other time, he would’ve finished a long while ago but not tonight.
Tonight, he’s taking his time. He’s enjoying what is his and letting the whole world hear how much pleasure he gets from my body, and I’m glad to give it to him. In fact, I want to bring this man as much pleasure as humanly possible.
Clenching the muscles of my pelvic floor, I can feel myself tightening around his thickness that fills me as he fucks me with wreckless abandon; and I know he can feel it, too.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts through his teeth as he tries to keep his composure.
Sweat beading on his brow threatens to drip on me as I raise my hips to meet each of his thrusts and it feels so damn good.
“That’s it, baby,” I coo, stroking his sweaty hair as I watch my tits bounce. “Come in me. Let me have all of it.”
“Ohhhh,” he says, unable to stop.
Gently rocking my hips back and forth, I let him explode inside of me and can feel a warm rush of his seed spilling inside of me.
Keeping the same steady pace and rhythm, I continue to encourage him to keep going because I’m not done yet. I’m always good for one more orgasm after his cum fills me.
I don’t know what it is or why it happens, but I like him to fuck me just a little after he’s come, pushing it deeper inside me. Sometimes, it’s the only way I can get off.
“Yes,” I hiss in his ear. “Keep going, baby. Don’t stop until I come.”
Each time he drives himself inside of me, I can feel the warmth of his semen spreading and leaking out of me. Knowing how close it is to my cervix gets me closer to climaxing until there’s so much of it that I get lost in that sweet oblivion.
“Oh, oh, oh,” my eyes roll in my head as I drown in a sea of waves that never stop rolling.
My orgasm is so intense that I don’t even realize I’m screaming until I finally come down from my high and Tom’s donning the biggest grin I’ve seen on his face in a long time.
Around this same time is when I hear a round of applause coming from outside of our tent.
I could die a thousand deaths of embarrassment and shame, and I know if I did, I’d die the happiest woman on earth.
“Should we go have a smoke, Mrs. Crescent?” Tom beams at me.
“Ugh,” I sigh and lower my voice to a whisper. “I don’t know. What if they’re right outside of the tent? They sounded like they were awfully close.”
“Eh, fuck ‘em,” he slips his pants on. “Then they got to listen to a performance of a lifetime.”
Shocked by his words, I pull my shirt on over my head and start getting dressed with him.
“I wasn’t ‘performing’,” I say with finger quotes. “You, Mr. Crescent, know how to fuck like no other.”
A throaty laughter that escapes his chest puts a smile on my face.
“I didn’t say that you were performing,” he begins unzipping the tent. “I was on top and did all of the work, so I believe I was performing.”
And with that, he climbs out of the tent and I hear him say, “Oh, hello.”
I was right, they are literally right outside of our tent, and I can see their legs in the dim moonlight once Tom has made his way completely out of the tent.
; “Nice going!” I hear one of them say as they high-five each other.
“Man, you guys are fucking animals,” the other one says.
Chapter Four
Beth
Shaking my head, I can’t believe that I have to go face them, but I really need a cigarette. That fuck was too good not to enjoy one right now.
Climbing out of the tent, I look around to see who might be there. I don’t know why I’m suddenly shy, but if I’m being completely honest with myself, the guys next to our campsite are pretty fucking hot.
I tried not to pay much attention to them while Tom and I were setting up our campsite, but they both look like bronzed gods. They might be brothers, but I doubt it because of how well the two of them seem to get along, but they appear to be pretty close. Maybe they’re just best friends or something like that.
“Beth,” Tom says, grabbing my hand to help me out of our tent. “This is Hunter,” he nods toward the man who is the leanest of the two friends.
“Hi, Hunter. Nice to meet you,” I shake his hand.
“I’m Shawn,” the stockier guy steps forward, taking my hand into his without giving his friend a chance to respond.
“Shawn? Nice to meet you, too,” I smile.
Something about the way his hand feels in mine makes me tingle inside, and I know it shouldn’t. I quickly withdraw my hand from his grip and put my arm around my husband.
“Here you go,” Tom removes a cigarette from his pack and hands it to me.
“Thanks,” I put it between my parted lips and wait for him to light it.
Before my husband can do the honors, Shawn flicks his lighter in front of my cigarette.
“Allow me,” he grins at me.
Lighting my cigarette, I thank him and tuck myself in closer to my husband. I don’t know why but I feel vulnerable to this man and the effect that he has on me.
His eyes are a dangerous caramel color, the kind that you see in those candy commercials when they show their rich, creamy batter being stirred in a large pot, teasing your senses.
Tom takes a drag off his cigarette as he pulls me close to him and squeezes me while planting a kiss in my hair.
“You two are pretty entertaining,” Hunter says.
I’ve never seen eyes quite as blue as his. They’re as bright as the ocean yet a darker hue, a deep cyan, surrounds his pupils. The contrast between the two colors is stunning and I wish my eyes were as beautiful as his.
My husband laughs at his statement.
“Yeah, she can get pretty wild. Can’t you, babe?”
Sometimes I hate it when my husband puts me on the spot, but he means no harm by it. He’s just proud of how great our sex life is and there’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve been known to brag when given the opportunity.
I can feel myself blushing while the back of my husband’s hand caresses my face. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he could feel the heat flushing from my cheeks with the way he stops and holds his cold hand over it.
“Mmm, yes,” I murmur, taking a drag of my cigarette.
Grabbing my long chestnut-colored hair, I pull it back and wrap it in a ponytail in an attempt to calm myself.
“You know,” Shawn’s eyes hold my gaze. “If you like to get pretty wild, we could all hang out tomorrow night. We’ve got plenty of booze, and I think we could have a very good time.”
The way he stares at me for a few seconds too long makes me think that there’s more to it than just having a few drinks around the campfire, but Tom doesn’t seem to notice it.
Or if he does, he’s not letting on one bit.
“Sounds good to me,” he agrees with Shawn. “But I must warn you, she can hold her liquor, so I hope you’ve got enough for my little fish to drink.”
I watch in disbelief as he blows smoke rings in the air.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was trying to get these guys to get me drunk. He also knows how turned on I get when I’m drinking and when you couple that with us out in the wilderness, that’s the perfect recipe for one horny Beth. And he’s acting cool as a cucumber the whole time.
“Tom!” I playfully smack him. “You make me sound like I’m a drunk.”
I turn my attention to our new friends and smile at the two of them, trying to keep concentrate on Hunter because he’s the least distracting of the two.
“I’m sorry. I think what my husband means is that I can hold my own for a lady. I’m not a terribly big drinker,” I nod at Hunter.
Shawn steps in front of his friend, folding his arms.
“We’ll see about that,” he winks.
Surely, Tom had to see that. Right? I turn around and look up at my husband who is blowing his smoke up at the moon.
My mouth hangs open as I realize he missed the whole thing. Trying not to make a big deal of out of it, I laugh it off.
Finishing the last drag of my cigarette, I grind the cherry out against a tree and toss the butt into our garbage bag, waiting for my husband to join me, but he’s busy making friends.
“What are you two doing tomorrow?” I hear Hunter ask my husband.
“Eh, you know. Probably a little fishing in the morning and then maybe go on a float trip early afternoon.”
“Yeah? Shawn and I were going to go fishing in the morning. Depending on what time you’re getting up, we can all go together,” Hunter suggests.
My husband seems more than pleased to have a couple of guys to fish with, especially since his friends backed out on him and eagerly jumps at the opportunity.
“Yeah, that sounds great! I was going to head out to the bank around 5 and then come back here for an early lunch around 9 or so before we take our rafts out on the water.”
“Awesome, that works man,” Shawn says.
The men all high-five each other as we wish one another good night before we make our way back into our respective tents.
“Tom! Did you see that?” I ask my husband, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open.
“See what?” he asks, adjusting his pillows as he tries to get comfortable.
“Those guys! That guy! He was flirting with me.” I look at my husband who is waiting for me to elaborate more on what I’m talking about.
“You didn’t see it, did you?” I ask.
My voice sounds small. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe it’s all in my head and Shawn really wasn’t flirting with me.
But all of those glances, those looks, the way his eyes locked with mine. Those beautiful caramel eyes.
I shake my head. There’s no way that I imagined all of it. Tom mustn’t have been paying very close attention, but sometimes he’s oblivious to the fact that men come onto me.
At least, he never seems to pay any attention. Maybe he doesn’t care?
He doesn’t have to say a word because his silence speaks volumes.
“The guy named Shawn was coming onto me really strong. Not only did he invite us to come drink with them tomorrow, but he also winked at me while he kept flirting!”
“Do you want me to go punch him?” he teases, stretching out in his spot.
“No!” I say.
“Did you like it?” he asks.
Would it be bad if the answer was: yes, a little?
“No,” I say, even though it’s sort of a lie.
“Then that’s all that matters. Good night, babe. Love you.”
It doesn’t take long for him to doze off and start snoring while I lie next to him thinking about the hot guys right next to us who are using our normal camping spot.
I’ve got to admit, they are pretty hot and they both seemed friendly. That Shawn was a bit too friendly, but I liked him.
A lot.
He is a bit on stocky side, but not overweight. His build is solid muscle, almost no fat at all and he was pretty thick.
Wonder if he’s “thick” everywhere?
Really Beth? Stop it, you bad girl. You were already naughty enough for the evening when you let them listen to Tom fuck your brains out.
And to think that after they all go fishing in the morning, Tom invited them to float with us and they want us to drink with them.
I can only imagine how tomorrow will go. My insides flip and churn just thinking about it.
Chapter Five
Tom
As hot as it was that Shawn and Hunter heard me fucking my wife last night, it was even hotter to watch her squirm when Shawn flirted with her.
I pretended not to notice and turned a blind eye, but none of it was lost on me. I caught every glance he stole, every scan of her body, and every smile he gave her.
I was also completely aware of her reaction to him. I’m not sure if she even realizes how much she was flirting back with him, but I watched her giggle and tip her head at everything he said while she batted her eyelashes up at him.
She can be quite the flirt herself when she wants to be, but I don’t say a word. I’m afraid that if I do, she’ll stop being a little flirt and it’s so much fun to watch her.
There’s no denying that she was floored when she thought I was oblivious to it all, but that’s what makes her even cuter and everything that much hotter.
The thing is with Beth, I know she’d never cheat on me or leave me for another guy. We’re too close for that to happen and I know that I love her with every fiber of my being. It’s clear by her actions that she feels the same way.
There’s not a day that doesn’t go by that Beth doesn’t plop herself into my lap while I play with those long, sandy locks of hers or that she doesn’t jump into my arms when I hold her tight.
That woman is my life, and she’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Sure, there are lots of pretty girls in this world—beautiful ones even—but they don’t have the charisma that my wife has or the sweetest personality that any man could ever wish for.