One Wild Night

by Vivian Ward

  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 12

  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 along 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.

  “Then you’d fit right in, Mrs. Crescent,” he kisses the back of my hand like a true gentleman would. “And you can call me Mr. Right.”

  “Mr. Right, huh?” I laugh at him. “And why are you Mr. Right?”

  “Because I’m the perfect man for you and I want you right now.”

  He hoists me up over his shoulder and dashes for the tent with me squealing into the night air. With my legs flailing and my arms gripping him tightly, he never struggles even while he’s running all the way back to our tent.

  Bouncing on his shoulder, I laugh and laugh until we’re back inside the tent where he lies me on top of our sleeping bags and pillows, adoring my silhouette in the moonlight peeking inside the small opening of our tent.

  It’s in this very instant when I realize that he really did enjoy everything tonight and he doesn’t regret a thing. Nothing has changed between us, and I’m all his.

  This makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.

  And I am, at least for him. I need to feel him inside of me. I want to feel his hands on my body. I need his lips on mine, and I can’t wait another second.

  Leaning up, I hurriedly pull his shirt over his head and begin stripping him as my mouth crashes on top of his. Normally, he’s the aggressor when we have sex, but I literally have to have him right this second.

  I need him to feel me. I want him to make me his again, and I want him to own me.

  Chapter 13

  Tom

  I don’t know what has gotten into Beth, but I can sense a desperate, frantic need in her that’s never been there before.

  With the way she’s tearing my clothes off, I can’t help but reciprocate when a primal urge to take her and make her mine again kicks in. In one swift motion, I have her panties and shorts off while she removes her top, exposing her soft, curvy breasts.

  Cupping them with my hands, I rub them and lick each of her nipples, causing her to stir beneath my fingertips. Straddling her, I use my weight to my advantage and pin her hips down with my thighs, rendering her unable to move.

  This is exactly how I want her.

  I want her helpless. I want to control her pleasure, and I’m going to take her like I’ve never taken her before.

  Tonight has done something to me. Seeing her with other men and watching them enjoy her body makes me all that more aware how lucky I really am. All I know is that I need to be inside of my wife and I want her to know that I love her. She’ll always be mine.

  Forever and ever.

  Thrashing about beneath me, I can tell she’s eager for sex, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet. I’m going to enjoy her body just as the guys did earlier tonight.

  I want to suck on and kiss every part of her that they sucked on and kissed. I will lick every inch of her that they licked. I’m going to fuck every part of her that they fucked.

  “Uh-uh,” I say, shaking my head no. “Shhhh,” I lean over her, putting my mouth next to her ear as I pin her wrists above her head on the pillow. “Tonight, you’re all mine. I’m going to lick, kiss, suck and fuck every inch of your body until I wipe every trace of them off of you. I’ve got you, and you’re not going anywhere.”

  A soft whimper escapes her lips as her hips grind against my pelvis.

  I’ve always been a sucker for her, and I want to give in this instant and just fuck her silly until her sandy brown curls are bouncing as hard as her tits, but I won’t do it.

  Not tonight.

  I’m going to take my time and own her. I want her to feel wanted, loved, and cherished. If it takes me until dawn, that’s what I’ll do because I want to imprint myself on her so that she never forgets who she belongs to.

  In my eyes, this is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s the only woman in the world that means a thing to me. Sometimes when I look at her, I still see the rain-soaked beauty that I met in the co
ffee shop when I finally started becoming a permanent fixture in her world.

  She will always be special to me, and I want to remind her of that. The best way to do it is by showing her.

  Keeping her wrists pinned above her head, I push her legs apart with my knees and allow our sexes to grind against each other without penetrating her.

  Biting her plump bottom lip, I slide my tongue in her mouth and kiss her as though our lives depend on it. Because right in this instant, I feel like our love does. I want her to feel how much I love her.

  Our hips still grinding against each other, we continue our teasing and tantalizing each other. The tip of my cock grazes her pussy, and I can feel how wet she is which makes me want her even more. I love knowing the effect I have on this woman with barely touching her, but I’m not giving in to her that easily.

  My nose gently pushes her face to the side, exposing the length of her neck, granting me full access to lick, kiss, suck and tease her. She loves her neck and thighs to be kissed on, but I haven’t made my way that far south yet.

  “Please,” she whimpers. “Stop teasing me.”

  Reaching down with my free hand, I position the head of my cock and rest it at her entrance with just enough pressure to drive her crazy.

  “Oh,” she gasps. “Tom, please.”

  I love hearing her beg. There’s no way I’m going to stop. Giggling, I tell her, “Shhhh, it’s not time yet.”

  Reaching back down between us, I grab my cock and move the tip of it and begin lightly tracing her hood, flicking her clit with it. The hitch in her breathing tells me that she’s enjoying this, maybe enjoying it a little too much.

  Making my way down to her breasts, I take her nipple into my mouth and begin sucking on it until it’s perfectly pointed before I move onto the other one. As I take the second one into my mouth, I notice the goosebumps that are lightly prickling around her nipple, and it makes my cock jump.

  It’s killing me almost as much as it’s killing her, but I want to relish in the foreplay and take my time with her body, giving every curve all of the attention it deserves. Her full-figured body is too beautiful not to appreciate.