We were at a weekend campout rave in the woods in Northern California. It was a very sexy event, with a bunch of younger women and men dancing all night in sexy clothes, taking XTC and generally having fun.
It was the second night, and I was pretty tired. I turned in early. My wife wanted to go dance some more, so I told her to have fun!
I fell asleep after jerking off. The whole time I was imagining my wife, her sexy ass dancing among all those younger men. She is totally hot, and when she left, she was wearing very little as the night was warm. She had on a white see-through dress/shirt thing that opened all the way down the front, high white boots that went up past her knees, a white thong and matching bra. She looked great, and as I lay in my tent, stroking myself, I could imagine her sweaty form dancing, and as I imagined a man coming up behind her and touching her ass...I came. I soon fell asleep, happy.
At about 2:30, she came into the tent and woke me up.
"Sweetie, wake up. I took some XTC that these guys gave me, and I want to stay out with them."
"Sure, Honey, you don't need to ask me to do that."
"Well, these two guys seem really cool, and safe. I just had our Safe Sex conversation with both of them and they check out. I have the chance to 'play' with both of them tonight. I think they both wanna fuck me! I am really excited! Is that OK with you?"
Waking up fully now, I looked at her. She was clearly really high, her drugs had kicked in. She was also visibly turned-on. Her face was flushed and her nipples were sticking out of her bra. She already looked a bit disheveled, but still hot as shit!
"Yes, Darling. Be safe, and have a great time. I love you."
"Thank you, Love! I will bring back some of that juiciness when we are done! I love you!"
And off she went. Wow. This was actually a first for us. She and I had had an open marriage for 7 years now, and she had been with various men over the years. I too have a lover, a very cute, petite woman, who appreciates that my cock is slightly below average size. My wife on the other hand, was still in search of her "Prize Bull" as we joked about it. Since giving birth to our daughter, she had not found what I had to give her quite adequate to make her scream. I could really not give her the "Fuckgasm" that she so deserved. Therefore, while I do fuck her, and we both enjoy our morning ritual, she is mostly silent while I do it. I have heard her with some of her lovers, and I know, we all know, the difference.
As I looked up through the top of the tent, I began to stroke myself again, wondering where they are and what was happening at that moment. I did get hard again, but I also begin to shiver and shake. I was not actually cold, but my body was reacting to the knowledge that she was out there, with two men. I was not jealous, but rather, turned on by what she might be doing.
I couldn't stop shaking, and I couldn't cum, so I got up. I got dressed and I quietly left camp. I began to walk around the campground. Pretty soon, I was skulking around tents, listening quietly. Soon, I knew what I was doing. I was trying to find them so I could listen in. I did hear sex happening a couple of times, but both times, I could hear the woman, and it was not my wife.
After walking around for a while, hearing mostly nothing, I went back to the tent and tried to jerk off again and get to sleep. I could not cum, and the shaking came back. Then I had an idea! Of course! She must have been in our van! I quickly got up again and got dressed and walked through the woods to the parking lot.
As soon as I got there, I knew she was there. She had obviously turned the key to put the stereo on, because even from across the long lot, I could see the reverse lights were shining. I think I had left the van in reverse, so as soon as she turned on the key, the lights came on. There was a very bright security light at one end, so I could not skulk any more. Fearing that someone might be watching, or that my wife and her friends would see me coming if they looked out the window, I walked down the other aisle and when I was near the van, I dropped down into the shadows among the cars, and I crawled to the van.
As soon as I got to the front bumper, I knew what was happening. The van was rocking back and forth, and the shocks were squeaking a little bit. I peeked around the side of the van and I could see that the side window was open, and the rest of the windows were fogged up. And most exciting, I could hear her! She was gasping and breathing heavy, crying out a bit on each exhale. It was so hot. I immediately got hard.
Then I heard one of the guys, "Turn around!"