I was finishing my breakfast coffee sitting around the campfire with my friends. I was watching Donna, my girlfriend, clean up after breakfast. She looked spectacular. She was wearing only a lacy white bra and matching panties. She was laughing and joking with all of the guys.
I was not too sure where I stood with Donna. I loved her madly and wanted to marry her, but when I woke up that morning Donna was naked in the tent of another guy being fucked. I had opened the tent flap and found her in the doggie position taking a dick from a guy I could not stand, Ross. He talked dirty to her and came all over her. In fact, she still had some of his dried cum on her face and chest.
After she was finished being fucked, Donna had partially convinced me that what she had done with Ross was done to turn me on. I was not too sure about that and it bothered me. It did make my dick hard, but I was none too sure that Donna fucked Ross just to turn me on.
Despite my worries and simmering anger toward Donna for messing around with that dipshit, Ross, I still thought she looked awesome that morning. Her white bra showed off her dark tan and a huge amount of cleavage was showing.
Every time Donna bent over even slightly she showed even more of her huge cleavage. I have always been a cleavage fan.
I was getting a hard dick looking at her clean up the camp stove, so I went over to grope her for a minute and talk about our plans for the day. She moaned softly when I gently squeezed both of her giant boobs.
I said, "I really want to try to catch some bass today. I think I will paddle the canoe upstream and then drift back and fish along the shore."
Donna said, "I might join you later, but right now I want to go for a swim and sunbathe for a while. The sand by the river is perfect for getting some sun."
I really wanted her to come with me so that she wouldn't be surrounded by horny guys, but I didn't want to push it. Instead, I said, "Do me a favor and stay away from that ass face, Ross."
"I'll try!"
That response did not make me feel very good about the prospects of keeping Ross' prick out of my girl. I tried again to get her to come with me, but she just gave me a big smile and looked at me with her giant blue eyes and said, "Don't worry about me, sweetheart. Go have some fun!"
I left in a canoe not feeling very good about the situation with Donna. I was worried that we might be breaking up.
I paddled up the river and began to fish along the shore. After an hour or so, I saw two guys fishing out of a boat. These were the first people outside of our group we had seen in days. I struck up a conversation with the two guys who appeared to be in their early to mid 40s.
We talked about the fishing and I found out that they had just come in the day before and were camping on the river about a mile from us. They said their names were Jim and Bob.
One of the guys, Bob, asked, "Did you happen to see a naked girl with giant tits swimming in the river this morning? Man, we accidently stumbled upon her early this morning when we were fishing and damn near swamped the boat. That may have been the best looking girl I have ever seen and she did not seem to care that we saw her naked."
I said, "Yeah, that would be my girlfriend, Donna, and you must have seen her taking her bath this morning."
Bob quickly said, "Hey, don't think we are peeping Toms or something. We just came around the bend fishing the shore and there she was without any clothes."
Jim said, "Son, you are one lucky son of a bitch if that is your girlfriend. She was standing on the shore with nothing on. She just waved to us and slowly put on a bra and panties. I wish she were my girlfriend and you were married to my wife!
Bob added, "Yeah, if someone saw my fat wife naked, they would think a whale had somehow beached on the river bank!"
"I just have to know, are those giant tits real?" Jim asked.
When I confirmed that they were real, Jim looked at Bob and said, "Man, we would have both lost that bet." Then, to me, he said, "Don't think we are perverts or something. We have just never seen tits that big and firm that are real!"
They went on and on about Donna and were pretty funny about it. I liked them, so I invited them to come down and join us for a big fish dinner. They agreed to bring some fish and some ice. We still had lots of beer, but had run out of ice a few days earlier.
Jim and Bob made me feel really good about having Donna as my girlfriend. I realized on my own most of the time that she was a spectacular beauty, but sometimes it was nice to hear from third parties how hot she was.
All of the talk about Donna brought up my worries about our relationship. She seemed to be going out of her way to have sex with Ross at every opportunity. I liked the fact she was showing off and having sex with my friends, but she really seemed to be into it with Ross.
Ross was a scumbag. If he had any redeeming qualities, they were lost on me. I couldn't believe any girl would let him touch her. I certainly couldn't figure out why a babe like Donna would let him put his dick in her.
I guess Ross was not ugly if you ignored his personality. He had long black hair, a black, droopy mustache and was in pretty good shape. What really worried me was that Ross seemed to really turn Donna on with his nasty, mean talk and actions intended to be demeaning to her.
I was genuinely worried. I did not know what I would do if my darling girl wanted to keep seeing that asshole after the trip was over. Sometimes I thought I would let Donna do anything to make her happy. Other times I thought that I could not stand the total humiliation of losing this girl or sharing this girl with a guy I considered to be a complete loser.
I fished for several more hours and came back to the camp. When I arrived, I was concerned because Donna was not sunbathing on the sand. I figured that I was going to find her with someone's dick in her mouth. I hurried up the path to the camp.
When I arrived at the camp, I saw Ross lying on the ground and Donna holding a cloth or rag on his face. Blood was all over Ross' face and shirt. Shawn and Dave were laughing at Ross.
I asked what happened and Shawn said, "Ross tried to make Donna suck his dick. He had it out and was calling her names. Donna said no or not right now or something like that."
Then Shawn started laughing and said loud enough for Ross to hear, "Don walked up and told Ross to leave her alone. Ross started to call her another name and Don punched him right in the nose. It has to be broken."
Dave then added that Don told Ross, "If you ever get up and try that again, I will break your fucking nose again. Donna thanked him and Don said he was going fishing 'cause he can't stand to watch a pussy cry. Ross has been lying there ever since bleeding."
I started laughing with Dave and Shawn. Don was my new hero. The one and only problem I saw was that Donna was nursing Ross and trying to help him stop the bleeding. It did not seem that she was mad at Ross.
While Donna was trying to get Ross' face to quit bleeding, Shawn and I packed some food and tequila to take down to the river to fish. We fished from the bank and Donna joined us a half hour or so later to sunbathe. She looked great in her little tiny string bikini.
We had a pleasant afternoon. We did not catch many fish, but did not really care. We spent quite a bit of time just floating in the cool, clear water of the river.
Donna said, "I have a great nightgown to wear tonight at dinner. I saved it for our last night. It is a low cut white gown with a cute built in bra and pretty lace."
I remembered the nightgown and it was terrific. At least it was terrific on Donna. I told Donna and Shawn that the fisherman I met were coming for dinner.
The inclusion of the fishermen seemed to worry Donna. She said, "I can't wear that nightgown in front of strangers. I would be totally embarrassed."
Shawn tried to argue with her, but soon gave up. I figured it would be easier to talk to her about this after she had consumed more alcohol. I actually did not know if I really wanted my girlfriend to show off for all these guys again. I was starting to think that I liked monogamy and sex in the privacy of our bedroom.
Just before dinner, my fisherman friends, Jim and Bob, joined us. They brought extra fish to cook, some extra alcohol (as if we needed any more) and ice to cool off the warm beer we had been drinking. Everyone seemed to like the new guys except maybe Ross who was still sulking.
Donna took one look at Jim and Bob and told me, "I can't wear my nightgown in front of those guys. One of them looks like my Dad."
Jim really did kind of look like Donna's Dad. Donna's Dad was a quiet, conservative, church-going farmer. Jim's likeness to her father made showing off in front of him extra embarrassing to Donna.
I did not really care if Donna dressed in her sexy clothes. I was ready to get her home and away from Ross.
Everyone else was extremely disappointed that Donna was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. The guys were playfully giving her a very hard time.
Donna kept telling everybody that she could not wear her nightgown in front of our guests. Jim and Bob said that she should not be shy on their account. Don and Shawn were relentless in their efforts to get Donna to put on her nightgown. Donna had not shown much skill at saying "no" on this trip, but she was trying.
Donna resisted for a long time, but finally came to me and said that they were all going to start crying like little babies if she didn't put on her nightgown. I was torn between my desire to hide Donna away and my desire to see her show off her awesome tits to all of the guys. I said okay.
Donna said, "I can't believe I am going to show my body to these men especially the one who looks like my father! I am not going to be able to look at them with my boobs hanging out."
She went into the tent for quite a while. In the meantime, we drank tequila from the bottle and laughed at Ross' nose. This was a tough crowd.
We also listened to Jimmy Buffett sing: "Can't you feel them closing in, honey, Can't you feel them schoolin' around, You've got fins to the left, Fins to the right, But you're the only bait in town."
Donna came out of the tent in her white lace nightgown. She was stunning. The top part of the gown was like a lace bra. The rest was a thin, white lace gown down to the middle of her thighs. You could see through it well enough to see that she had not worn panties. The bra built into the top of the gown was probably not big enough for Donna anymore, so the top showed huge amounts of cleavage.
Everyone went crazy. Jim and Bob were damn near drooling. They just openly stared at Donna.
Donna was acting extremely shy. She tried to cover her boobs with her arms and hands. That did not work. She came and sat down next to me and continued to blush. I am not sure why, but the older guys seemed to really cause Donna to be embarrassed.
We ate the fish cooked over the fire and everyone looked at Donna's cleavage. I thought things were going well. I felt great and Donna was not fucking Ross. I thought we were going to get through the last night and could head back home. I also hoped that we would never see Ross again.
About that time, Donna got up and walked around the fire. She then sat down next to Ross and began to talk quietly with him. I was okay with her talking to him for a few minutes, but it continued. They talked privately for about thirty minutes.
Their heads were very close together and the conversation between them never seemed to slow down. Every time she smiled or laughed, I felt jealous. Why was she talking to that asshole?
After a few more minutes, I looked up to see Donna with her hand in Ross' lap rubbing Ross' big cock through his shorts. Ross was staring at me with a smug look on his face.
One of our guests, Bob, noticed what Donna was doing and said to me, "I thought she was your girlfriend."
I was embarrassed and mumbled something about me giving her permission to fool around. I am sure I was not very convincing since I could barely stand to look at her with Ross' big cock in her right hand.
Shawn and Don both saw my discomfort. Their solution was to feed me extra tequila. The tequila did not help.
Finally, with a serious look on her face, Donna looked at me and came over to where I was sitting with Shawn. Donna said, "We need to talk."
I was drunk and I foolishly thought that she wouldn't break up with me in front of Shawn, so I said, "You can say whatever you want to say in front of my good friend, Shawn."
