It was shaping up to be one the craziest summers of my life. I'd come to Minnesota with my husband and a couple of friends to visit with some of our old gaming buddies and found myself having a VERY unexpected affair with one of my friends' husbands. Ironically, it was MY husband who put the idea in my head. It was he who noticed that Richard must have a really big dick and he WANTED me to notice it. And notice it I did, becoming a bit obsessed actually about wanting to know just how big it really was. Richard's wife didn't help either when it became clear that she had NO idea just how big her husband was and yet apparently had no interest in having an active sex life with him. It didn't justify my actions, of course, but it certainly didn't help.
Now here we were a few days into our summer vacation and my husband was pressuring me to seduce Richard behind his wife's back, and Richard's wife had somehow found out that Richard and I ALREADY had fooled around once or twice and rather than being angry at us, she was more curious to watch next time.
I didn't know how to feel about all of this. Knowing Guen wasn't angry at me for sleeping with her husband certainly lessoned my guilt to some extent. On the other hand, Guen had a strange way of letting me know that while SHE had forgiven me, she still thought I was going to hell or something for committing adultery. Maybe, in her strange little religious world, she felt that I could one day be forgiven for my sins if I turned to Jesus, but if she was waiting for that day, I was pretty sure she was going to be disappointed. I can't see myself ever being a church girl or feeling I need to turn my life over to the church. For one, Jason hated church and he would never get over his childhood religious trauma. Ironically, turning to Jesus would end my marriage faster than getting fucked by Richard's really big dick behind his back.
Speaking of that, while my husband was encouraging me to test the waters with Richard, he had no clue I'd actually fucked him twice already. Jason was a difficult man to figure out. So long as another man fucking me was HIS idea, he was turned on by it. However, he had made it clear on more than one occasion, that doing it WITHOUT his permission was cheating. And, I certainly had cheated on him several times. I had no idea if he would forgive me. I was now playing a dangerous game of convincing my husband that if Richard ever DID fuck me that he only fucked me AFTER I had his approval.
Things reached a critical mass, however, the day after Guen and I had "the talk". In that talk she had made it clear to me that she knew about Richard and I's filthy affair and that she understood. She had forgiven me, even if God couldn't, and she didn't even expect us to stop. All she wanted, perhaps, was to be a little more "in the know" and perhaps see it for herself. That part was completely unexpected.
Later the next day the six of us friends were all sitting around having lunch out back of the cabin when Richard suggested we have a big fire later that evening and make s'mores around the campfire. Loving s'mores, I was all in and so were the other girls.
"We should probably go gather up some firewood for tonight," Richard offered. "There's a field nearby with lots of dried downed trees and kindling if anyone would like to help me get some."
"I'll help!" I quickly piped up. I honestly expected the whole group to volunteer but my husband quickly shut that down.
"Great," Jason said smiling at me with a devious grin. "Rachel and Richard can go and we can all help clean up from lunch and maybe set up a game?"
"Sounds good," Richard nodded. He didn't even bat an idea at the idea of Jason suggesting Richard and I pair off together alone.
It was obvious to me that Jason wanted Richard and I to have a little time alone so I could "test the waters" and see if he'd be interested in playing around with me. I didn't know how Richard would feel about it but knowing he enjoyed making dirty movies, chances were good the boys would get along fine.
Suddenly Guen threw a wrench in my husband's devious plan.
"We should get enough wood for a few nights," Guen added unexpectedly. "You guys go on ahead of me on the four-runner and I'll bring the truck up and help haul it back."
Jason looked at me and frowned subtly.I could tell that he disappointed and he wanted me to know that he was at least TRYING to give Richard and I alone time but had failed. "Well, I guess the girls and I will clean up and see you all when you get back."
As it was, Richard and I didn't get off ahead of Guen by even 60 seconds. The four wheeler or whatever you call it was in the infamous workshop or "man-cave" that Richard first introduced me to his big friend in. By the time Richard and I got situated, however, Guen was pulling in behind us in the truck.
I, of course, had to sit directly behind Richard on the ATV, my legs and arms wrapped around him a bit as we ascended the bumpy road heading up out of the cabin. Jason probably would have been jealous seeing how close I had to be wrapped around Richard like this had it not been HIS idea for me to try and seduce him. God my marriage is strange.
I may or may not have allowed my hands to slide around Richard a bit and feel the big lump in his crotch while his wife followed closely behind in the truck. His big dick responded to my touch, getting hard when I touched him and softening when I stopped for a bit. It was, in a way, delightfully naughty realizing I was feeling up my friend's husband on the way to where we were going. Even knowing Guen had admitted she would like to see Richard and I play sometime, it felt like I was getting away with something behind her back and I realized THAT was half the fun. Would it be AS fun playing with Richard once my husband also knew? I guessed it would, knowing that I'd still have to keep it secret about exactly how and WHEN it all started between us. In a way that would ALWAYS enhance the naughtiness of it all.
Something was wrong with me, I now realized. Here I was married to a man who would willingly encourage me to sleep with another man if he could watch but the REAL thrill was doing it without his permission and behind his back. Yet, on the other hand, there was still the realization that I didn't want to hurt him OR Guen. I just wanted to make it a game. I simply enjoyed the feeling of being "bad" or "naughty" and getting away with it. I hoped one day, when Guen AND Jason both knew, that it would still be as fun as it was now.
Before I knew it, we had arrived at whatever clearing Richard was planning to gather wood from. Richard cut the gas to the ATV and we both sat there strangely silent as Guen parked the truck and got out.
"So," Guen said as she walked around the truck and leaned against the passenger side door. "Here we are."
"Right?" I said, still apprehensive about what would happen the first time she had us both alone. I wouldn't have been surprised if she pulled out a shotgun and blew us both away right there. What if she had simply faked being ok with everything just to lure us to our deaths? I guess wouldn't blame her.
"So are you guys gonna play a little?" Guen asked just like that.
Here it comes, I thought, the moment she makes it clear she's NOT really ok with all this.
"I guess that's up to you," Richard answered a bit hesitantly. "You SURE you really want to be part of this?"
Guen took a deep breath as if she were trying to calm her nerves. I knew the feeling all too well.
"Well don't get me wrong," Guen finally shook her head. "I'm not CONDONING what the two of you are doing. You're still both committing adultery and that's something you'll have to face God about on judgment day. But...." she paused now looking at both of us back and forth. "I'm certainly not going to STOP you from doing what you CLEARLY want to do."
I was the next to pipe up, "Guen, we don't need to do this. It can stop right here."
Guen frowned as if doubting what I just said, "Come on Rachel, do you WANT it to stop right here??"
I didn't know what to say. Did she want me to say yes or no?
"I mean it's fun," I shrugged, trying to look indifferent about the whole thing. "But I don't NEED it."
"That's a shame," Guen laughed now. "I kind of got the impression from Richard you DO need it."
I blushed at that. "I enjoy it, I'm not going to lie about that.". I then risked being a bit vulgar in my response. "I mean he's a LOT bigger than I'm used to at home and that's fun."
"He's really that big?" Guen asked with a genuine curiosity in her voice? I swear to God, this woman. How does she not know her husband has a REALLY big dick?
"Oh HELL yes," I nodded vigorously. "At least twice as big if not three or four times bigger."
Guen laughed now. "Richard's always bragging about his dick size,"
Guen seemed to be looking at her husband with now with scorn or disapproval.
"Well, he's pretty fucking big," I laughed, then suddenly felt a little ashamed. Guen never uses swear words. "Sorry for my language."
"No, it's ok," Guen nodded. "I know he's on the large side."
"Ladies, I'm standing right here," Richard interjected with a grin.
