Author's Note: This was a short fantasy I wrote for my wife and emailed to her while she was on a trip without me. While this particular story was purely fiction, we did in fact have several threesomes with a good friend of mine that played out very similarly to this, though that will probably end up in another story. Enjoy!
Imagine this for me.
We're camping, as we frequently do, but this time, it's not just you and I. This time, we have brought a friend along. I know you like our friend. You've told me just how much you enjoy hanging out with him. And I enjoy it too, and I enjoy that you enjoy it. And I enjoy that he enjoys you....
So we've brought him along with us, camping out for the weekend. We've found a nice, isolated spot, far from towns, and on an off season weekend, so there is really not likely to be anyone around for miles.
Setting up camp takes no time, especially with three of us working. It's hot work, though, and it's not long before you've opted to change into shorts and a tank top. Though I'm sure the heat isn't the only reason you've worn the tank top. In fact, I'm assured of your ulterior motives as, throughout the afternoon, you find every opportunity, every reason, every flimsy excuse to bend over in front of my friend or me, or both of us on many occasions.
You know how much I love your breasts. You also know that he loves them too. So you make a point of showing off a bit, letting us get an eyeful of your deep cleavage, moving in quick motions to give them that enticing jiggle and slight bounce. You seem very satisfied with yourself each time you succeed in catching one or both of us staring. It's an all day tease for you, and you enjoy every minute of the attention.
It's when the sun goes down, though, that you realize just how much fun camping in an isolated spot in the middle of nowhere can be.
After the sun goes down, we get the fire really going. What was just a small fire to cook dinner over earlier is now practically roaring. It's bright enough to illuminate the campsite in a flickering red that is sexy in and of itself, and puts off enough heat that you haven't found it necessary to put anything on over your tank top. In fact, there are small beads of sweat on the smooth skin framed by your low neckline.
When you stand in front of the fire, you are breathtaking. You hold your hands out to both of us like a goddess preparing to bestow a gift upon us unworthy mortal males. And, in fact, you do intend to give us a gift, but expect fair payment in return.
We are only too happy to oblige.
We surround you, envelope you, press into you from both sides, our hands wandering their own paths along your body, slowly slipping along every contour, every curve, bunching your shirt around you higher, higher, higher.....
You're keeping busy as well, turning first to kiss me, deeply, our tongues dancing as he latches onto your neck, sucking gently, kissing along your shoulder, your collar bone, up your throat. You break our kiss and quickly lock your mouth to his, kissing, tongues dancing as I trace a path of kisses along your neck. Back and forth you shuttle between our mouths.
As you again turn and press your lips to his, I lift your shirt up, slipping over the swells of your breasts, exposing them to the flickering light of the fire. Off the shirt comes, to be tossed aside and forgotten until tomorrow. Him and I both reach for you, each taking a breast in one hand as our others continue to roam. You revel in the sensations as we each employ slightly different methods of massaging, caressing, stroking your breasts, your hardening nipples.
Your eyes roll up as you throw your head back. He lowers his face to your breast and latches onto your nipple with his mouth as I pinch the other nipple and latch onto your neck. We both slip our other hands around behind you, cupping your buttocks, stroking down to the hem of your shorts, then slipping our fingertips upwards, under the fabric, teasing the crease where your ass curves outwards from the backs of your thighs.
I watch as your hand creeps downwards, running over his chest, belly, to the front of his jeans. You tug at the front of his pants, the button popping open and the zipper purring apart. They fall to the ground, puddling around his feet. His erection is now free, and impressive, long, somewhat slim. Your fingers wrap around the shaft and you begin to slowly stroke him.
Meanwhile, your other hand has located the front of my pants and they, too, are quickly gone. You fill both of your hands with large, hard, throbbing cocks, slowly stroking us both as we continue to take turns sucking your nipples and kissing you. My hand slips down the front of your shorts and I discover your lack of panties.
I also discover significant heat and moisture as my fingertip slips into the cleft between your thighs and comes to rest against a hard little button. You gasp, your hips thrust forward, and your grip on both of us tightens for a moment.
I caress that spot, rub, press, my finger slipping, sliding, teasing as he pushes down on the back of your shorts and removes them from you. Finally, you stand in the flickering light of the fire completely nude. Above you the stars flicker, sparks flying up from the fire, a full moon just visible through the trees. You continue to hold and squeeze our members, but you've ceased stroking as you're overcome by the combined sensations of his mouth on your nipple, my hand between your thighs, his stroking and caressing your bare ass.
The orgasm hits you fast. Hard. You cry out, your hips bucking against my hand, we brace you to keep you from falling. It subsides and you are breathless.
