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It took a year since last time but finally my fiancee went out on midsummer day and found someone to hook up with.
I should begin with explaining that the way we celebrate midsummer here, at least where we live, is that most people go to a small festival area on tractor pulled farm trailers. Usually used for transporting hay we equip these with benches and sound systems and party on the road, usually for a few hours before we arrive at the festival area.
Just before 3 PM I drove her, as well as one of her friends and her boyfriend, to the friend where they were supposed to have some pre-drinks. When I dropped her off I expected it to be my fiancee, her two friends and their respective partners but apparently one of the partners had invited a friend from work to join them.
She later told me that it had started out as normal but there had been a bit of a flirty tone between them even during the pre party before they got a ride to another place where they would get onto their trailer.
Things had started to become more and more flirty between them at this point and the others were picking up on it and encouraging/teasing them.
As they were riding their trailer though she tells me he was getting more and more close to her, touching her and kissing her while she tried to, playfully, calm him down. Since not everyone present knows about mine and her’s open relationship and she didn’t feel like shouting it out to everyone on the trailer. Either way, she was getting more and more turned on herself by the attention and the building tension between them.
When they finally arrived at the venue they didn’t even go with the rest of the party to pay for entrance into the venue, instead they went off alone out onto a nearby field and started to give in to their pent up lust.
She says they made out there and his hands were finally free to roam all over her body. They went at it for a few minutes before they headed back into the venue for more drinks and dancing.
It was by this time she sent me the first message, telling me that she’s made out with someone. I was still awake at the time, and knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all until she was back home again, and when I read that text my whole body tingled with arousal.
I asked her if it was good, and she answered that, yes it was, and I continued by asking her if anything more would happen.
It took an agonizingly long time for these messages to go back and forth between us so by the time she replied to my last message hours had passed due to the wonky signal at the venue. I was horny as hell by this time and my mind was running amock with fantasies and scenarios.
Her reply though was, not disappointing, but also not what I had hoped for. She replied that nothing more had happened, but that he did want to bring her home. Something she, first of all, wasn’t sure we had agreed on she could do, and secondly, didn’t want to fix a ride either during the night or the next morning.
She says she wanted to have him there and then, she told him to just pull her panties to the side and fuck her in the nearby woods. He though insisted on bringing her home, because he “wanted her fully” he wanted her naked and in his bed because he felt that she deserved more than the woods. Which I guess was sort of noble or nice but well, my fiancee isn’t really the princess type when she’s in a situation like that.
So they ended up going in and out of the venue, drinking, dancing inside and then out to the field to make out, grind and dry hump each other. She also said that some people who knows her did give her questioning looks throughout the evening since they went around together and he was a bit handsy even inside the venue. She did explain to some, and just dismissed others, but I find the idea that others looked at them and obviously saw what was going on between them so very hot.
So by the time she came home to me, at 3 AM, she was a wet, horny mess. AND, she was practically floating on a cloud as she stripped off her clothes and joined me on the couch.
There she straddled me and told me who this person was for the first time, and it was someone I, at least vaguely, know but that she hadn’t ever talked to before. Which in my mind made it even hotter.
Then she recounted the evening, telling me how much he had wanted her and how touchy he had been until they arrived and they went away alone to make out with each other. She told me how she’d felt him hard underneath her and how they had bickered about where they could fuck. How his hands had been free to touch her everywhere and how he had kissed and sucked her nipples.
She told me how much she loves that I’ve given her this freedom and I told her how much I love seeing her glow like this and how much it turns me on hearing what she’s done with another man.
She finally pushed me down on the couch so I lay down and then she mounted me. She told me to fuck her hard, since she hadn’t gotten any during the evening.
I did try to give it to her but after hearing everything she told me about the evening, about who and what they’d done I barely lasted a couple of minutes. It felt more like three thrusts before I was on the edge and I had to stop.
She told me to give it to her hard, to give her more, and I admitted that I would cum if I tried. She basically growled at me then, telling me she expected no more than a few thrusts from me anyway and that I should go ahead and cum(I absolutely love to be teased/humiliated for being quick so this didn’t exactly help my problem), so I did what I could and filled her a few seconds later.
I did of course finish her off after as well, though she was still frustrated and wanted cock the morning after.
So yeah, that was our midsummer and I almost can’t wait until the next one. It’s just something about midsummer that brings out something in her.
I know it’s far from midsummer now but life happened as I wrote this and then I forgot to post it.