My wife and I had taken the weekend for ourselves and gone on a long canoe ride down a secluded river. The outfitter dropped us off up river and we settled in to an easy three hour trip. We paddled most of the day without seeing many people -- just the occasional fisherman and a few other couples. We packed great food and a copious rose and prosecco, so by the time we reached the end of the paddle we were fairly inebriated.
Along the trip, we talked about family and eventually sexual fantasies. After paddling most of the day on the river, we came to the designated landing area where we to be picked up and returned to our car via a van. The spot was a grassy area beneath a bar with a large deck and reputation for pretty wild parties.
While pulling the canoe ashore and placing it in the rack, we noticed the partiers both on the deck and down in the sand volleyball courts below. More than a few turned to observe my petite, short haired wife in her one piece bathing suit - it was a party in full swing and it appeared to be getting rowdy.
After racking the canoe we walked up towards the crowd on the deck. As soon as we set foot on the deck, the crowd started forming around her. Clearly we were the "fresh meat" for a party that had been going on for hours. I was pushed away. I could see how she was starting to get groped. Someone pulled the left strap of her bathing suit down, revealing her left tiny boob. It was quickly covered by a hand that started pinching her nipple and cupping her breast.
Soon after the other strap was pulled down and her bathing suit was around her stomach. I saw two arms reach around and cup both of her breasts at the same time.
A guy in his 30's knelt down behind her and reached up to pull her whole bathing suit off. He got it down to her knees and she started to move her legs so she wouldn't totally revealed to the entire group of partiers on the deck, but he yanked the suit down to her feet and she was then completely naked.
The guy on his knees who pulled her suit down and off then grabbed her hips buried his face in her butt, trying to lick as deeply as he could into her crack.
Hands were all over her front -- feeling her boobs and belly as her arms were raised above her head. Fingers were probing in and around her shaved little pussy.
"Taker her to the barn!" a female voice called out.
Looking towards the river from up on the deck, there was a large yard with the volley ball courts to the right along with the canoe racks from which we came.
To the left there was a wooden structure that looked like a barn. There were a decent number of people standing around facing the wall that faced the river. I couldn't see what was happening, but it seemed like there were two loosely-formed lines of three or four each guys and a couple women.
We looked at each other with butterflies in our stomachs, not know what to expect, but curious.
"Just do it, Hon, you're going to love it!" yelled another woman from the crowd on the deck.
With the crowd jostling us, we were half propelled by them and half by our own curiosity. We descended the wood stairs to the yard and started walking across the 50 yards or so to the "barn". A few from the deck followed close behind.
