Last Sunday afternoon, the weather was beautiful. At about 2 p.m., my wife, Becky, and I, decided to take a stroll through the patch of woods bordering the outskirts of town. It's a beautiful walk, and we take it often.
We've never encountered anything out of the ordinary during our walks, save for the occasional deer or rare bird.
Last week, however, all of that changed.
Parking in the small lot at the entrance of the forest, I turned to Becky and smiled. As usual, she was beautiful. Becky always dresses sexily, even for a walk. It's one of things I love about her.
"Ready babe?" I asked, opening the door.
"Yep," Becky smiled, swinging her tanned legs over the edge of the seat and exiting the car. As her hiking boots struck the ground, she stood, and I couldn't help admiring her breasts for the umpteenth time, swinging braless in the tight, white, button-down shirt she'd chosen for the walk.
I also noticed that she'd left the top few button undone, presumably for comfort, but her cleavage teased nevertheless.
Her cutoffs, hugged her ass indecently...leaving little doubt as to the condition of her tanned cheeks...which peeked ever-so teasingly from underneath them as she walked.
God, my wife makes me hard.
Anyway, we set off hand-in-hand onto the path leading into the trees.
The day was truly gorgeous and clear. The warmth of the afternoon sun enveloped us, and cast shadows from the tall canopy of trees overhead onto the path under our feet.
Becky was lost in the sweet smells of the forest, stopping to admire various wild flowers growing here and there along the path.
My mind was elsewhere of course, hoping to get lucky somewhere along the way, as I watched her bend and stoop...her breasts threatening to burst from their confinement as she moved...at least I hoped so anyway...her gorgeous legs and luscious ass cheeks teased my cock, forcing it out and up...making it strain hard in the front of my shorts as I walked.
There was a bend in the path up ahead that I knew well. Just as we reached it, I was scheming a way to get my wife out of her clothes, when we heard what sounded like someone moaning in pain, some distance to our left.
"What's that?" Becky asked, stopping in front of me. "It sounds like someone's hurt."
Silent, we waited, listening for it again.
Nothing happened.
"Hmm...must have been an animal or something," I shrugged, returning to my scheme.
A moment later, rounding the bend in the path, we heard it again...this time it sounded like a groan.
Stopping, we looked at each other.
There was genuine concern in Becky's beautiful blue eyes. She's such a kind-hearted person...another thing I love about her.
"Babe," she said, shielding her eyes towards the source of the sound, "it sounds like a person, maybe someone's hurt, or needs help."
Turning to me, her face implored.
"We have to go see," she said flatly. "I would feel terrible if someone needed help and we just walked right past."
There went my fantasy.
But she was right.
With softening cock, I stepped off of the path towards the brush about twenty yards away. It seemed that the sound had originated from that area.
Becky followed, beside me, her hiking boots tromping thick indents into the deep grass.
The going off of the main path was a bit rough.
As we neared the brush, it became evident that there was a clearing on the opposite side of it. Before I realized it, my boot snagged on branch, and I tripped, crashing forward into the grass and staining my pant knee.
"Shit!" I uttered in disgust.
"You okay babe?" Becky called behind her, already at the edge of the head-tall brush.
"I'm fine," I said, brushing myself off, "haven't walked in a while I guess..." Glancing at Becky, I saw her peeking through brush.
"OH...MY...GOD..." she said slowly, punctuating each word with disbelief. She sounded stunned.
"What Beck?" I asked, coming up behind her, noticing the way the back off her cut-off rode down, revealing the top of her wonderful ass crack tucked in her pink panties.
"Holy...fuck..." she said again, still sounding stunned, ignoring my question.
"Babe...what?" I asked again, more insistent this time.
Stepping back from the brush, she looked at me in shock. Her eyes widened in disbelief and I thought her jaw would fall off at any moment.
Pointing, she indicated through the brush to the clearing.
Stepping forward, I pulled the brush apart and peered through.
"What the fuck?" I whispered, understanding Becky's state.
Beyond the clump of brush, about fifteen or twenty yards from where we were, stood a man with his back to us.
He was completely, totally, and utterly naked.
"He's fuckin' naked..." I said low, whispering.
"Let me see again," Becky said, shoving me aside.
"God...he's gorgeous!" she exclaimed, peering through the brush again...also in a whisper.
It was true.
Stepping beside her to make my own hole, I looked him over again. I have no interest in guys, but I am secure enough in my own manhood to recognize a good looking man...and this guy was more than good looking.
Bronzed deep by the sun, he had a thick, black mane that fell to his broad shoulders. Although I could only see him from behind...I could tell that he was incredibly muscular. His back rippled with his movements and he flexed his butt cheeks into tight globes, as he rose up on the balls of his feet again and again with his efforts. He looked like some sort of gladiator...grunting and groaning as his right arm moved in front of him.
Suddenly, it dawned on me.
"Uh...Becky..." I elbowed her, "I do believe he's...uhm..."
"He's masturbating," she said excitedly, cutting me off, "he's stroking his cock..."
I went silent, processing it.
Becky spoke again.
"Wow," she said, "I can't believe he's totally naked...jerking his cock right out here where anyone can see him..."
She sounded...awed?
Peering through the brush again, I took stock of the situation. He was indeed totally naked...he was indeed masturbating...but what I thought odd was that there was no sign of his clothes...anywhere.
Where were his clothes? Had he walked naked through the woods to this spot?
"I wonder where his clothes are," I stated, half-wondering aloud.
"Who cares?" My giggled, glued to the sight of him. "He's naked."
"God," she breathed low, "I wish I could see his front."
At that moment, almost as if he'd heard her wish, the naked man turned in a ninety-degree angle, showing us a side profile.
Becky gasped.
The man's front side was as chiseled as his back.
But what really stood out...literally...was his cock.
It was enormous.
Although the exact size of it was difficult to judge from a distance, it had to be foot long...jutting straight out from his body as he stroked it slowly...running his hand from the base up to the swollen, purple head, then pulling it upwards, and repeating the pattern.
The man's eyes were closed, as he masturbated right out in the woods, seemingly lost in what he was doing.
Pursing his lips, he moaned.
It was the same sound that we'd heard earlier.
"Jeezus..." I whispered, turning to Becky "look at that thing...it's fucking huge..."
"Yeah...I know..." she answered, staring straight ahead through brush. She had a hand inside the waistband of her cutoffs, slowly rubbing herself as she watched the naked man stroke his huge cock.
I felt my own cock rise again.
"You like that huh?" I asked, teasing.
"Oh god, that's hot..." she said, never taking her eyes of the guy. "I've always fantasized about a naked man in the woods..."
Moving behind her, I stood with my groin against her ass...pushing my hard-on into her through my shorts.
My wife moaned, and pushed back into me.
Reaching around in front of her, I cupped her huge, hanging tits, running my hands over them through her shirt...pinching both of her nipples between my fingers.
Becky's movements in the front of her cut-offs increased, as she rubbed herself faster, pushing back into me, grinding her ass against my throbbing cock.
"Look at him babe," I said low, still cupping her breasts in front of her, "look at his big, cock...he's stroking it just for you..."
My wife was silent, as she watched and fingered herself.
One at a time, I undid the buttons at the front of her shirt to just above her belly button...and cupped her bare breasts in my hands...lifting them, feeling their weight. Twisting her hardened nipples again between my fingers, I pushed into her backside.
Becky moans grew louder as she masturbated in her cut-offs, and I clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle them.
Leaning in, I tongued the inside of her ear, and whispered, "look babe, it's your fantasy...a totally naked man, stroking himself right out in the open where anyone can see him...he knows you're watching...he knows you're looking at him, fingering yourself..."
Becky bit into my hand over her mouth.
"He doesn't have any clothes with him at all...he'll have to walk home totally nude..." I said, throatily, enflaming her passion further.
"God...yeah," my wife breathed, jamming her hand into herself inside of her cut-offs, "he'll have to...be...naked..."
"That's right babe," I said, pulling her nipples hard, "why don't you go over there and talk to him?"
With that, Becky came hard, clamping her teeth into my hand.
Her knees buckled, and I held her up from behind, pinching and pulling on her swollen nipples as her body shook in front of me with orgasm.
Finally, when her orgasm subsided, she straightened and turned to face me.
Her dark, disheveled hair hung across her gorgeous blue eyes. With her shirt undone, her large, nearly exposed breasts heaved with her efforts to recover her breath. I saw that she'd also managed to unbutton the top button on her cut-offs, revealing the waistband of her pink panties.
Flushed with her recent orgasm, she was beautiful, hot and sexy.
"Let's go say hi," I whispered, glancing through the brush. The man had now sat down on a log, and was furiously stroking his cock with his legs stretched out in front of him.
Becky's eyes searched mine.
