It was one of those trips where you know something’s going to happen before it even starts. The energy was just different. We were camping with a group of new friends, and one of them—let’s call him.
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Our camp site was pretty deep into the forest. And we had just started setting things up when my phone rang. “Yeah just park next to truck, I’m walking over right now.”
I started walking from the camp site to where we had parked. My husband followed me.
His car pulled up and my husband said “who’s that?” He seemed a bit confused. I invited that guy I’ve been talking to. “Is that him?” He said unapologetically I said“Yeah, that’s him. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
My husband grabbed the rest of the gear while I stayed and waited.
From the moment he showed up, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We only had the opportunity to meet up before, we kept trying but our schedules always conflicted. He got out and gave me a hug. “Wow you look so sexy.” My tits were busting out of my white top and I turned lifting my black skirt to show him my thong. Him and I walked back to camp. I wondered what our friends thought after introducing him to everyone. Thinking he was my husbands friend until after they saw him meeting my husband for the first time. They all knew we were in the lifestyle, but He wasn’t just attractive— I knew it was okay to explore that craving. So when we all went for a hike, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
As we walked my husband lit a joint and passed it to me I whispered in his ear, telling him how badly I wanted to feel my bulls thick cock inside me. I don’t even know if he was surprised—it felt like he could sense it too, this unspoken tension between me and him. My partner just smirked, giving me that subtle nod of approval, and it was like I had been unleashed.
We found this little spot off the trail, hidden enough for a moment of indulgence. I grabbed him by the hand and led him away. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t resist. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It as longer and thicker then I remembered. My breath caught in my throat as I dropped to my knees.
The way he tasted, the way his hands gripped my hair—it was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough. I worked my lips and tongue over him while everyone else was distracted, the thrill of being so close yet so hidden making it even hotter. “If you cum in my mouth now can you cum In me tonight.” I asked him staring up as I rubbed his precum all over my lips and cheeks. “I can cum In you right after this.” He said
“cum In my mouth, I want to taste it so bad” I moaned, I was so wet thinking about him bursting on my tongue. He didn’t last very long. He said he has thinking about my mouth taking his load since the last time we had sex. I had been thinking about it too. When we finally rejoined the group, I felt electric, as if I was carrying a delicious little secret.
Later, back at camp, I was restless. I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t focus on anything but the way his cock felt in my mouth. I finally found an excuse to walk off with him, and the moment we were alone, it was like the floodgates opened. I set up my phone and started recording. Then I shoved him against a tree and dropped to my knees again, savoring every inch of him. But it wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me.
We ended up by this rock near the lake, the sunset reflecting off the water as I laid back, spreading my legs for him. The first thrust nearly broke me—it was too much, too perfect, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to wreck me. And he did. Feeling his raw cock. Knowing my husband was back at camp wishing he could witness the events unfolding.
His cock stretched me in ways I didn’t think possible, filling me so completely that I thought I’d explode. I begged him to cum inside me, and when he did, I felt every pulse, every burst of heat, sending me spiraling into another orgasm. The fullness, the rawness of it all—it was everything I’d craved.
We walked back to camp like nothing had happened, though my legs were trembling. I didn’t say a word about it to anyone else, but inside, I was still buzzing. We smoked and talked for hours. Even at one point towards the end of the evening after someone asked where I disappeared to we told everyone. No one was surprised, they all knew how my husband and I are. I have to admit that this was one of the few times I would of rather not talked about it. The element of sneaking around was kind of exciting.
That night, after everyone had gone to bed, I couldn’t resist. I waited until it was quiet, then slipped out of the tent and into his. He was waiting for me, and the moment I crawled in, his hands were all over me. He pulled me onto him, his tongue finding my clit, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
When he slid inside me again, I thought I’d lose it right there. The thrill of sneaking, the heat of his body—it was too much. I tried to stay quiet, but when I came, I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips. I rode him again and again until I couldn’t move anymore, my body spent but so, so satisfied.
And then, like nothing happened, I slipped back into my tent. But I couldn’t stop there. I climbed on top of my partner, and the moment I slid onto him, I could see the realization in his eyes. “Did you cum listening to me?” I asked
“Not yet,” he said, “Good boy” rocking my hips. But the truth was, I didn’t need to. I wanted him to feel what I’d been filled with, to push it deeper inside me as I rode him to one final climax. It was messy, it was raw, and it was fucking perfect.
Sometimes, those moments are the ones you remember forever. That was one of them.