My husband and I were out camping with his best friend and his wife. I hadn't been camping since I was a child. My dad loved camping, sleeping on the ground, not bathing for a week, eating what he could catch or hunt. Me? Not so much. Truth be told, I pretty much hated it. When my husband and his best friend excitedly started talking about going camping, I thought, Oh Fuck No! I am NOT going. I never ever wanted to sleep under the stars in the dirt again.
But slowly they talked his wife into going. She had never been camping, so she had no idea the fun of gathering up dirty firewood, fighting biting bugs, watching for snakes and breaking nails while the men drank warm beer. She had never felt the pure bliss of sitting around a fire, eating unknown food. Smoke in your face eyes and lungs, the front of you cooking from the heat from the fire while your ass freezes behind you. She would learn the joy of not only never feeling clean, but feeling dirtier and dirtier as each day goes on. Only to crawl into a iffy sleeping bag to hopefully sleep with a filthy body on hard uncomfortable ground, that is made up with dirt and small hard sharp rocks. To awaken knowing that she will have several days more to endure before being able to go home and finally get clean again, eat real food and sleep in her own bed again.
Did I mention that I'm not a fan of camping? Now here I am, against my better judgement, agreeing to go with her on our husbands stupid camping trip. A fucking week long camping trip. I'm going to need a vacation to recover from my vacation. We left all normal things at home, make up, nice clothes, everything. Us girls were allowed to bring Levi's, two T-Shirts, 4 pairs of socks, one panty, coat, toothbrush and a hairbrush, boots and a smile. The smile, I had to paste on. Hers looked genuine.
Camping supplies consisted of a tarp to put on the ground, two sleeping bags, a bunch of freeze dried food from the camping store, back packs for each of us to carry our meager things, and of course, beer for the idiots willing to carry it, and a bottle of bourbon for us girls. I do hope our husbands remembered condoms. Forgoing sex for a week sounds unreasonable. So does sucking unwashed cock.
Our camping trip arrived during a heat wave. And our wonderful husbands had decided to not take us to a campground, like normal people do. You know the place where you can sleep in the dirt, and actually have a bathroom, or at least an outhouse? Oh no. Our husbands decided it would be super fun to go backpacking out into the wilderness. Yes, we lugged our backpacks in 100 degree heat for an entire day before the men found "the perfect spot". Ok. It was very pretty there and had a decent place to put our tarp and sleeping bags. A small spot. Too small to discreetly fuck my husband at night. Too hot to fuck anyway. LOL.
Tarp and sleeping bags down, the guys stripped off their clothes and made a firepit with rocks they gathered. Beer time, while the wives got to have fun picking up dirty wood to burn in the fire. Not exactly a clean activity. Finally done, we stripped off our dirty sweaty clothes, drank some water and relaxed on top of the sleeping bags with our Bourbon. The guys ignored us, too busy talking guy stuff.
Only married men could ignore two good looking naked women drinking Bourbon out of a bottle.
I was horny, but wasn't about to touch my tender parts with these dirty hands.
Evening came and us girls were almost too drunk to eat. Not big drinkers, we had too many swigs from the bottle. The guys found water somewhere and boiled it to use for cooking. The food wasn't all that bad, I think. We ate and laid down listening to the guys talking as we drifted off to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I felt my husband fucking me in my sleep. I was on my side, on top of the sleeping bag, sweating in the heat. I felt very dirty and sweaty. I couldn't understand how he would want to fuck me like this. I was still pretty drunk. And I couldn't even move. I just laid there enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding wonderfully back and fourth inside of me. In my drunken state, my husbands cock felt so much bigger tonight than normal. I wanted to just sleep, but his cock felt so wonderfully different. I was too drunk to understand why. But not to drunk to feel his sperm gush into me. All I could think of as I drifted off to sleep is, my husband should have known better than fuck me without a condom.
In the morning us girls woke up with massive hangovers. My husband didn't have one and said he had a good nights sleep. His best friend had a mild hangover, and said he slept poorly on the hard ground as his wife hogged the entire sleeping bag. He said he kept waking up, and looking at my bare ass only inches from him. He said he had a hard on all night.
The entire day was spent nursing hangovers while the guys went off exploring. It was early afternoon before we felt good enough to even start talking. And she said the strangest thing. She told me that she kinda woke up and imagined her husband fucking me in my sleep. She knew that it wasn't actually happening. She was drunk, and her husband often masturbated while he thought she was asleep. She just hoped he didn't get any of his cum on me.
I suddenly knew the truth of what happened last night. And I remembered the feeling of a too big bareback cock giving me unexpected pleasure in the middle of the night. And I was still filled with cum. Another mans cum. And the morning after pill was a week away. Would it still work? My thoughts through the rest of the day were in panic mode. My next period was still two weeks away. I was very fertile with the wrong mans sperm in my womb. What should I do? Damn!
I told her my feelings. My panic. She listened. She wasn't upset that her husband might have unknowingly impregnated me. Instead, she wished we could be pregnant together. Fuck? What?
Then she asked if I would mind if my husband impregnated her. She also was ovulating.
Oh fuck no. No! No! No! Was she fucking crazy? My possible pregnancy panic just skyrocketed into indignation and anger. I suddenly wanted to go home, take the morning after pill, and have nothing ever to do with these people again.
I packed up my shit and left. Heading down the trail to our car to go home. At the car, I discovered that I had no keys. I felt stupid. I sat down and cried. It was dark. Too dark for me to find my way back to the camp. Too dark for my husband to come find me. No food. No sleeping bags. No water. I slept with my back up against the car tire and my head on my backpack. In the hateful dirt. In a heatwave. I was fucking miserable. Emotionally, physically, miserable.
In the morning, I woke up starving as the sun barely showed the barest amount of light to see.
I dropped my pants and took a long pee, pulled my pants up and started walking fast back to the camp. I arrived feeling dirty and sweaty. And exhausted. They knew that I would return. There was no place to go. I ate and drank lots of water, not saying a word to anybody. Her and I gathered wood again, and she said that she was sorry. Over dinner I told everyone why I got upset and tried to leave.
Her husband apologized saying that he had no memory of fucking me in his sleep. She stated that he does fuck her in his sleep and has no memory about it in the morning. My husband said nothing. He just hugged me. Then when we were cuddling that night he kissed me and said he was sorry that had happened and everything will be alright. Is he fucking kidding me? I probably had another mans baby growing inside of me! How can that possibly be alright? Fucking Asshole! I can't believe he just said that. I went to sleep angry. With my pants on!
In the middle of the night I felt my husband get up to go pee. He disappeared for a few minutes and came walking back with a nice half erection. But fuck no, I was still mad at him. The fire was only coals giving off barely enough light to see by. My husband stood looking down at her, masturbating at her nude body laying beside me. Her husband was on the other side of her snoring loudly. She looked over at me as I pretended to be asleep, then motioned him to come to her and opened her legs.
He looked at me for a long minute. Then sank down between her legs, smoothly sliding himself deep within her as he laid fully on her. I watched his ass going up and down, her arms go around him. And listened to the wet sounds of two sweaty bodies fucking, her vagina making sloppy wet noises, his balls slapping against her asshole. I could smell the delightful aroma of excited pussy filling the air, overpowering days worth of sweating bodies. Their soft moans of lust became more urgent as they neared orgasm. Their orgasms were both obviously intense. They relaxed a bit and kissed. Then she brought her knees up high and said, "deeper this time". And he fucked her again. Deeply, shoving her forward and against me with each thrust. I could hear his sperm sloshing inside her excited vagina, she sounded so fucking wet. I could now smell his sperm as it leaked out of her. She looked over at me, right into my open eyes, she took my hand.
