[This story features characters that are all consenting adults 18+. It is loosely tied to a personal experience but to protect the privacy of others involved, no actual names are used. Life is an adventure that gets better when you can find others to share the adventures with! <3]
It all started when my partner started receiving drunk texts from the guy she had dated right before we got together. At the time, I was quite a bit more insecure and nosey, worrying about any guy that came sniffing around, especially my partner's former lovers.
We had little arguments, but my partner reassured me that his texts were harmless and that he was just really struggling with loneliness and addiction. He was trying to reach out for help because he wanted to get better. She was, and still is, a really generous person, and I like to think that I am as well. We both hated to see people hurting, so we wanted to help.
Fast forward a year later, we had decided that moving in with him would be the best option to help with his loneliness and to help him keep his hands off of the bottle.
He was, and still is, a really good dude. I could tell right away that he still very much loved my partner. She had been a friend to him when others had written him off and I think it honestly saved his life. I think he felt that it was a debt that he would spend a lifetime trying to repay.
The house was small, but my partner and I were given the largest bedroom. We were still young and the sex was good, but sex in a household with one other adult can be awkward, or at least it was for my brain.
Summer had come and my family had invited our household to join them on a camping trip to a state park on Lake Michigan. It was a beautiful park with hiking trails, river kayaking, and miles of freshwater coastline. My folks had a camper but there was only so much room. We had a tent of our own, one that was intended for 8 people. It was a bit large for us, though, seeing as there were only three of us staying in it. It worked out well because it provided room for two queen size air mattresses so that nobody had to rest on the hard ground.
We had spent the day split between playing and relaxing at the beach,grabbing lunch and ice cream in town, and hiking the numerous trails, including the long hike down to the lighthouse and back. Beach sand really takes it out of ya.
After watching the sun sink into the lake, we had all gathered to relax around the campfire. We spent time chatting and finishing off the last bits of a delicious dinner. We had been on the move all day long and I suddenly felt really tired, so I announced that I was going to go lay down for the night. My partner followed suit and our friend, not wanting to be awkward, figured he would turn in for the night as well.
We made our way into the tent, used the tiny air compressor to make sure the mattresses were good and firm, and then spread out our sleeping bags to get comfortable for the night. It was still decently warm, so our pajamas consisted of him and I in our shorts and her in shorts and a tank top. The three of us were lying in the tent, 30 feet from the fire pit, eavesdropping on the fireside conversation, quietly adding humorous commentary with hushed giggles. I honestly can't remember what led to it, but next thing I knew, my partner was kissing me and her hand had slid down my shorts. I moaned into her mouth, but luckily it was muffled by her kiss. I glanced over to see our friend right beside us with his hand down his own shorts. My partner noticed and I watched as she tugged his wrist, pulling his hand from his shorts, and proceeded to slip her fingers inside his waistband. She now had both hands wrapped around two hard cocks, stroking us both as we did our best to stay quiet.
She pulled her lips away from mine to place them on his. I was shocked for a brief moment but then incredibly turned on. I had to have been positively throbbing in her grasp. As quickly as her hands were on the two of us, ours were all over her.