by Vivian Ward
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 system, 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 Eleven
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 slightly 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.
“Thanks,” I say to him, taking a normal drink instead of sucking it all down like an animal.
Pulling the cigarette that’s resting between’s Tom’s fingers, I take a drag from it and hand it back to him.
The rich, smooth flavor goes down smooth and is much needed after a good fuck like I just had.
“Yeah, I’m going to have to agree with that and say I also enjoyed myself,” Shawn says, grinning from ear to ear as he sits on the picnic bench.
Chapter Twelve
Beth
After we’ve all gone back to our tents, I have to know what in the hell possessed my husband to pull such a crazy stunt.
“Babe,” I ask as he’s zipping up the tent. “What in the hell made you do that tonight?”
“Do what?” he asks as he straightens out his sleeping bag.
“You know what,” I playfully smack him. “What was up with that crazy game of truth or dare?”
“Are you mad?” he asks.
How could I be mad? I had a fantastic time tonight. I got fucked by three hot men, one of them being my husband. How could any woman complain about that?
I could see how he might be mad though. It went from a semi-harmless adult game of truth or dare to a ménage that none of us will ever be able to forget about.
“No. Are you?” I ask him.
“Why would you ask if I were mad? If I were mad, I could’ve stopped things anytime I wanted. We’re all adults, I can say no.”
“But you didn’t,” he smiles at me.
“I know, that’s why I asked if you were mad. Are you disappointed that I didn’t stop things?”
“Are you fucking kidding?” he asks.
We both start laughing. My husband possesses the ability to turn a serious situation into a funny one at the drop of a dime, and I love him for it.
“There’s no way in hell I’d ever be mad for you making good on a dare that I started. Besides, did you see how those two were all over you?”
“Yeah, they were, weren’t they? What made you do it? The dare, I mean. Seriously.”
Propping myself up on my elbow as I lie on my side, I patiently wait for his answer. I really want to know. Actually, I’m dying to know. Being an exhibitionist is one thing but participating in a ménage is something entirely different. He’s never….shared me before.
He’s never even mentioned it before. Even all of the porn we have at home has nothing with ménages, orgies, or any other type of group sex. Tonight very much caught me by surprise.
Normally, he’s very protective of me. This is not something that I ever expected out of him, but it was surprisingly….amazing? I just don’t understand what possessed him to start all of this.
He sighs and slides his hand through his hair.
“I’ve never said much about this before,” he pauses. “Actually, I’ve never said it, but you know how we like people watching us?”
I nod because it’s true. We’ve been like this since as long as I can remember.
“Well, for a long time, I’ve always— I kind of secretly hoped that maybe someone would join us,” he looks at me for reassurance.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve wanted to do something like this for a long time.”
He licks his lips and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands.
“Do you want to go have a cigarette?” I ask.
I know I could sure use one.
“Yeah, let’s have a smoke. We’ll go for a walk and talk so our ‘neighbors’ don’t hear us,” he puts air quotes around the word neighbors and motions over to the campsite that Shawn and Hunter are occupying.
Walking down a gravel path, we listen to the bugs in the night make their mating calls and communicate with one another as we enjoy the fresh country scent filling our senses.
“So you’ve always wanted to do what we did tonight?” I ask, my voice sounds weak and small.
I sound so unsure of myself, and I am. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to jump to conclusions or put words in his mouth that don’t necessarily belong there. I want all of his words to be his own, so he can explain it to me in his own way.
“Yeah. I mean, I’ve always wanted to do it with you,” he says.
“With me? As in you’ve done this before with other people?”
A smile creeps across his face.
“Once. With an ex of mine, about four years before we met. I never brought it up because I didn’t think you’d ever go for it.”
He lights his cigarette and passes me the lighter. I take a deep puff off my cigarette and blow the smoke into the dark air, leaving a white cloud in front of my face as I walk through it.
“Why didn’t you think I’d do it? I mean, I don’t know if I would’ve or not, but why didn’t you at least talk to me?”
Now he’s the one stalling, taking a long drag off his cigarette.
“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want you to say no.”
We continue walking a
long the gravel path until we come to the bridge and decide to turn back to the campsite since our cigarettes are almost out.
“Do you regret it?” he asks me.
“No, I don’t regret it one bit,” I laugh. “It was actually pretty fun. I liked it.”
“Really?” he laughs, putting his arm around me.
“Yeah, I did. Do you regret it?” I ask him.
He thinks about it for a minute as we walk and for a second, I’m afraid that he’s going to say yes.
I’m afraid that he’ll regret his choices—our choices—and think poorly of me. That’s not something I could handle. If his image of me were tarnished in some way because of tonight, I’d never forgive myself because, in my eyes, this man is perfect.
He’s the only man I truly ever want or will ever need. He’s my everything.
“The only thing I regret,” he begins, taking a long pause.
Shit, I knew it. He does regret it.
“Is not having a camera to record everything because what I saw tonight is way better than anything I could ever buy, and maybe I regret that we were all drinking. I think it could’ve been more fun if we were all sober.”
We both laugh for a moment as he pulls me close to his side.
“And why is that?” I ask.
I’m not sure why watching me almost get splinters in my ass while fucking two strangers could be so hot, but apparently it’s better than anything my husband could ever buy.
“Because you were in it.”
He leans down, kissing the top of my head and lets out a deep sigh.
“Say, Mrs. Crescent, have you ever thought about a career in film?” he teases.
“Oh, shut up, Tom!” I giggle.
“You know, I could hold an audition for you. It would be,” he stops for a second. “A private audition, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh yeah? I don’t know. My husband kind of has a thing for me fucking strangers, and I don’t even know your name Mr. Film Director,” I tease, pretending not to know him.