My wife and I took a week off work to spend some time together. Our home state of Michigan had warmed up as summer approached, and we were tired of being confined indoors. We were going to take a roadtrip and camp, two of our favorite things. Not for everyone, maybe. But we were dying to go.
We set up camp on the northern shore of Lake Michigan on the first night. The waves lapped against the beach, lulling us to sleep as we snuggled close together in our little tent. The dawn came, and sunlight glistened over our bodies as we awoke. We had sleepily kicked off the blankets; things were heating up quickly. I looked over at her nude body, tan in the dawn glow. Her small, tight breasts and pink tits brought a smile to my tired face. My eyes traveled down from her collarbone to her taut stomach. She was so sexy. I knew how lucky I was.
My cock stiffened as I admired her, and I began to stroke slowly. The motion made her stir, and I paused before reaching over and running my hand along her side. She opened her eyes and smiled, and I kept stroking. As she stretched and yawned, she grabbed my full cock in her hand. Without saying a word, she deepthroated me with one effortless motion, swallowing my stiff cock all the way to my balls. I gasped in surprised pleasure as her tongue immediately went to work on my shaft. She had confided to me when we were dating that she loved giving blowjobs. And I had the consistently empty balls to prove it. Still, I had never seen her suck me so eagerly. Ten seconds after waking up, she was giving me the best blowjob I'd ever had. She was drooling and gagging without missing a beat, and the noises alone could've brought me over. Her tongue was reaching all the way to my balls, wildly caressing my shaft. I probably didn't last a full minute. I exploded in her mouth, my body writhing with pleasure, and she swallowed every last drop like the good little slut she was.
She collapsed on top of me, pleased with herself. We both drifted off for a few more minutes, in the hazy heat of the summer morning. We were covered in cum and sweat, nude in our little tent. Eventually a breeze swept through the mesh window, nudging us out of our stupor. The breeze also carried a voice. We were pretty isolated, but it wasn't too surprising that another camper would wander by. I unzipped the door's screen a bit to peek outside, and saw a man on the water's edge with his back to us. "It's just some guy," I told her. She looked over my shoulder. "He's hot," she said, smirking at me. I had confessed my hotwife fantasies to her earlier that year, and it went over surprisingly well. She was into it, even though we both insisted it would never actually happen. It was all talk. But deep down, I hoped it wouldn't be all talk, at least someday. She flirted with guys at bars, went out in public with no bra or panties, flashed strangers, and played along with any fantasy I brought up.
She managed to pull off the balance between good girl and bad girl; being impossibly slutty with me and the perfect faithful wife. I had been trying to help her cultivate her inner slut, asking her to play along with all my wifesharing games and fantasies. It was working. On the first leg of the trip, she wore a short skirt with no panties. Every gas station and rest stop we went to, she'd get out and make sure someone could see her as she dramatically bent over and stretched. A lot of midwestern dads saw my wife's perfect ass yesterday. The weird thing was that I didn't ask her to do it -- she did it on her own, which was a first.
I started to get dressed, but before I could pull my shorts on, the front door unzipped. My jaw dropped as my naked wife climbed out of the tent. I peeked out and saw the man was still at the beach, his back towards us. My heart was racing. Was she going to say something to him? I hurriedly grabbed my clothes, stumbling out after her.
She shouted "Hey, good morning," as she sloshed past him into the clear lake. The man stammered a good morning in return. He turned his head over his shoulder back at the tent, and I was unable to suppress a smile as we made eye contact and I saw the bewildered expression on his face. He smiled back and turned in my wife's direction, us both watching her as she crashed in the shallow water. She was really something.
"She's...um, a bit of a nudist," I said sheepishly.
He laughed. "Lucky man!" I noticed the man's hand was in his pocket, moving softly. He was absently rubbing his cock while staring at my wife. My heart fluttered at the thought of a threesome, but I pretended not to notice and asked him what he was doing out there.
"I just packed up my site this morning. I just thought I'd hang out on the beachfront before leaving this afternoon." His hand was still moving subtlety, but we both kept looking ahead.
"We just got here." Both of our cocks were hard now. I tried to hide it, but I was wearing basketball shorts that I had thrown on in a hurry with no underwear. I reached my hand in my pocket and pulled my dick to one side. My pulsating cock only got harder.
My wife came out of the water, glistening. "The water's actually pretty great!" She had shaved right before we left, and her soft pink pussy glistened with the rest of her wet nude body. She smiled at the man, whose face turned bright red as she got closer. She walked past us to get a towel from the tent and I turned to watch her bouncing ass for the entire walk. The man was trying not to look.
"Oh, you're not uncomfortable with nudity, are you?"
"No! Definitely not," he blurted out.
I laughed as he regained his composure. My wife had emerged from the tent and was laying a towel down on the sand. She laid face down, so we could admire her perfect ass in the sunlight. "God damn," I murmured.
"Would you be uncomfortable if I swam naked?" The man asked.
"No, of course not," I replied. "I can't speak for anyone else, but I don't really see anyone else around here."
"I've been here for a few days and I've only seen one other couple besides you," he said.
"I love the isolation," I said, dropping my shorts and taking off my shirt. I stepped into the water before I could see his reaction, but when I looked back, he was undressing as well. I came out soon after, getting my own towel and laying it down on the sand. The man swam for longer, giving me a chance to speak to my wife alone.
"What has gotten into you?!"
She just smiled at me and squinted in the sun. "This isn't going to actually happen, right?"
"Stuff is already happening!" I gestured vaguely. "We're naked on a beach with a complete stranger! What more needs to happen besides that?"
She looked a bit relieved. "Okay, good. Because I wasn't sure I could actually go through with having sex with somebody else."
I looked over at the man. He was in better shape than me, and had a bigger dick. I saw it flopping around when he was undressing. I started to get hard thinking about my wife sucking his cock, satisfying another man with her mouth.
"Are you getting hard?" She interrupted my daydream and laughed. "It's not happening, cuck." I blinked, surprised. "I'll get naked in front of strangers, I'll even fuck in front of them. But I really don't think it would end well if we went through with it!" She was right. Post-nut clarity was a bitch.
We got dressed and wandered away from the beach for a while. The man was gone by the time we came back.
On the walk, all she could talk about was how sexy it made her feel to be stark naked out in the open, with two men watching her. She said she felt free, like any vestige of sexual repression had dissolved in the clear water of the lake. More than anything, she was horny. She was playful: She kept taking her clothes off, grabbing my dick, touching herself. I had been kidding about her being a nudist, but it seemed like being naked out in the middle of nowhere filled her with an animal spirit.
When we got back to camp, she threw me down on the sand and got on top of me. Her shirt was already off, and we kissed ravenously as she rubbed her clit against my hard cock. Within seconds, she was naked again. I thought to myself that I needed to go down on her. Despite draining my balls just a couple hours earlier, I could tell that her lustfulness would make me cum fast. It seemed like she wanted to be in control, so I left her on top and slid her body up to my face, my back still pressed against the sand. I eagerly ate her pussy, clawing at her ass while she rode my face, cumming again and again. I counted three orgasms before she backed up, lowering her breasts into my face while she sighed. She laid on top of me, her heart beating fast. My cock felt like it had never been harder. I thought it was going to burst.
I finally slid my shaft into her dripping pussy. She was so wet it felt like someone had already blown their load inside her and I was getting sloppy seconds. The thought of fucking her cum-filled pussy turned me on even more, and it was too much. She brought me to orgasm within five seconds, and I buried my face in her breasts to muffle the intense sounds I was making as I shot my load inside her. I'm pretty sure I came in her brain.
After lying naked and catatonic for a while, we eventually found our way back into the water, rinsing off the sweat and sand. Suddenly, the man was back. He was already naked, wearing nothing but his hiking boots and his backpack. His dick hung down heavily, and I felt self-conscious about coming out of the water. I crouched down, submerged.
"You come back from a hike?" I shouted.
"Yeah! You guys inspired me to go au naturel. It was great."
