One Wild Night

by Vivian Ward

  I never thought I’d say this before, but I’m ready to give it to him.

  Hunter leans back down to me, pressing his bare chest against my naked breasts and now I know why my husband’s dare to me was to remain topless.

  He’s setting this up.

  None of this has been an accident, and I’m more than okay with it. I’m ready for it.

  As I realize that this game of truth or dare is about to reach a point of no return, I begin to mentally prepare myself for whatever my husband’s plans are for the four of us because I know Hunter is next and the night is just getting started.

  Hunter’s lips come crashing down on mine hard and fast, his hands wrapping around the back of my head as he pulls me into him. There’s no doubt he felt what I felt and wants more, too.

  After a few minutes, he slowly pulls his tongue out of my mouth and softly bites my bottom lip, making me quiver.

  I am putty in this man’s hands.

  “That’s what I’m talking about!” my husband says.

  He and Shawn both start clapping and yelling, “Wooo!”

  A small part of me is embarrassed, but I’m also very excited and eager to see what else my husband has up his sleeve. Shaking my head, I grab my beer and take a drink.

  “Here, have a shot,” one of them says as a shot glass filled with amber liquid magically appears before me.

  When I look up, it’s Hunter, and he also has a shot and two lime wedges.

  “Come on,” he says. “Do a shot with me?”

  I lick the salt from the back of my hand and take my shot. The warm tequila burns as it goes down, but I love the warm fuzzy feeling it gives me. I quickly chase it down with the lime.

  “Shawn,” my husband says, “truth or dare?”

  “Dare,” he proudly announces.

  Of course, why wouldn’t he choose dare after seeing his friend getting to kiss me?

  My husband looks at me and stares at my naked breasts as he comes up with Shawn’s dare. When I first took my top off for my dare, I felt vulnerable and a little embarrassed but not now.

  It doesn’t bother me one bit. Actually, it feels empowering. I feel free, and I like it, so I sit up a little straighter, giving my husband—and the guys—a better view of my rack.

  “Shawn, I dare you to go down on my wife for as long as you can without making her cum.”

  Whoah!

  I can’t believe he just dared him to do that. This is way bigger than a kiss.

  Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he finishes the last of his beer, he smashes the can and tosses it into the fire while he makes his way over to me.

  “With pleasure,” he grins.

  Just like my husband did earlier, Shawn drops to his knees in the sandy dirt between my legs.

  “I’m going to need to remove these,” he looks up at Tom. “Unlike your husband earlier, I’m going to be a while because this won’t be just a kiss.”

  His fingers hook around the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms, and he begins sliding them down my body. I lift my ass off the seat of the bench, allowing him to remove them completely as he finishes pulling them off around my ankles.

  “Open up, beautiful,” he says, pulling my knees apart.

  He doesn’t have to pull very hard because I let them drop to the sides and open right up for him. Looking over at my husband, I can see that he’s watching intently.

  “I’ll try not to make her come, but no promises,” he smiles, then his face disappears into my wetness.

  I can’t believe my husband is going to let another man touch me, become intimate with me. Watching was always one thing but actually acting on it? That’s entirely different.

  But at the same time, I can’t help but want it. I mean, I’ve been practically naked in front of them all night, and all of them have been staring at me.

  I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t already had a few dirty thoughts myself.

  “Ohhh,” I moan out as his tongue slowly circles my button.

  This is a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. As hot as he is, it shouldn’t surprise me that he’d be an expert at eating pussy, but damn he’s good!

  Dare I say, maybe even as good as my husband?

  I feel guilty for thinking that, but I can’t help it. This man could melt steel with his tongue as hot as he is at eating pussy. For some reason—maybe because I have my husband’s approval—I don’t feel guilty at all.

  Enjoying the sensation of another man’s mouth, I go with it and let him do whatever he wants to me. Maybe Tom’s just in a mood, maybe it’ll never happen again. Whatever the reason for tonight, I’m not complaining one bit.

  I let my head drop back and bathe in the moonlight and warm glow of the fire as he continues lapping up my juices. I’m almost ashamed of how wet I am for this man, but I’m not. I know that I should be because this man isn’t my husband.

  In fact, he’s a perfect stranger. Other than knowing his name is Shawn—if that’s his real name—I don’t have a clue what his last name is or where he’s from or anything.

  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 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 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.