Cindy's Friends Ch. 01: The Hike
After a week of shuffling paperwork I was ready to get away for the weekend. The world of insurance sales can be a rather mind-numbing and tedious job. With long hours cramped within a small cubicle containing nothing more than a computer and telephone. Had it not been for the pay, I would have given his notice years ago.
I had been planning this small get away all week long. The need to get away and spend time alone was just what was needed. Just me by myself with a backpack hiking through the mountains exploring the wilderness without a care in the world. My life felt as if it had been turned upside down as of late. Cindy my wife of three years would be busy moving out of our apartment while I was gone. And I surely did not want to be around to relive the fight that led to our breakup.
It was just three nights ago I had arrived home early from an evening of working late. To find my naked wife Cindy in our bed with three strange naked men taking turns ravishing every cavity in her body with their throbbing hard members. In a state of shock I watched as my loving wife was filled with a hard throbbing cock, thrusting deep into her pussy and ass while she wildly sucked on the third one with a passion of a starving animal. Her facial expression was one of pure animalistic lust. Remarkably I just stood there transfixed on the erotic horror that was unfolding before me. My sweet innocent wife was being ravished with sheer animal passion as her body was impaled on the hard thrusting cocks. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy as she uncontrollably bucked against the hardness of the men as they ravished her. It wasn’t until I heard Cindy’s voice cry out in a begging tone, “Yes… Please…. fuck me harder…. oh yes that’s the way I want it” Her body was shaking and jerking increasing in intensity. Her hard counter thrust against her lovers looked almost painful, as she demanded they plunge even harder. “Yes…. Yes…. That’s it…. Oh god yes…. I feel it… oh, I’m going to…cum.”
Slowly I began feeling overcome with a mixture of feelings that was more then I could handle. A rage was building in me like a wave of heat encompassing my body. On the other hand I was very confused I felt excited my own cock was becoming erect and throbbed against the confines of my clothing. Slowly I began to regain my composure and tore my eyes from the sight before me and quietly walked out of the apartment. It wasn’t until later when Cindy saw my brief case sitting on the coffee table that she realized I was there and had seen her with her lovers in our bed.
I couldn’t bring myself to talk to her on the phone until late the following day. The strong feelings of disgust had made me sick to my stomach whenever I heard her voice pleading on the phone. I felt numb with no feeling, even when she sobbed pleading for me to return home. But I felt in my heart I could not forgive her actions, my trust had been betrayed. My last words to her on the phone were “I will call you when I get back Monday, but I am pretty sure I will not change my mind.”
Finally the clock struck 4:00 P.M; my day of work was done. I wasted no time as I cleaned off my desk and clocked out of work. The feeling of anticipation felt great as I pulled my SUV out of the parking lot to began my weekend trek to the mountains. Friday rush hour traffic felt light as my mind raced with thoughts of Cindy and what she did to me. Upon reaching the outskirts of the city I pulled over at a gas station. I wanted to top off the gas tank and make a final check of my equipment that would sustain me for three days alone in the woods.
Pulling back onto the highway I drove the truck for several hours before pulling to a side road-leading deep into the mountain range. After an hour of travel on the small road I noticed a small dirt road I hadn’t noticed in my earlier travels. It did seem to lead toward an area of the mountains I haven’t been to before. It was a small winding trail of a road. Two small parallel dirt lines were all that marked the trail at least that is what I thought it was since there wasn’t much room for the vehicle to move. The rest of the surrounding ground was covered with growth of different types of foliage and vegetation. Close on the edge of the road were trees with large ominous limbs reaching out to cover the sky over the vehicle it doesn’t look like many people have been down this road before. I followed this dirt road for over an hour before it slowly began to disappear into the heavy overgrowth of the woods. Maneuvering around the trees I finally found a small clearing with enough room to allow the Rodeo to turn around. This looked like a good place to park for the weekend. The seclusion would ease my mind that no one would be around to mess with my vehicle while I hiked.
About thirty yards from my vehicle I found a nice level clearing about fifteen yards across. Almost as if this spot were left untouched by the massive trees growing around its perimeter. The ground was covered with lush thick green grass. Feeling content this was a good spot to spend the night I made a fire ring in the middle and lined it with rocks the size of watermelons. Gathering several arm full of dead limbs to last the night I made my fire and rolled out my sleeping bag close enough to enjoy the heat.
The sun had begun to gently settle behind the peaks of the mountains as the campfire begins to take on a new light of comfort with the soothing crackling and warmth radiating out. I just sat on my sleeping bag and stared at the soothing flames of the crackling fire contemplating whether I wanted to cook something to eat. I really hadn’t felt like eating for several days. My stomach felt as if it were tied into knots. The same question that has been burning in my mind since the evening I unexpectedly walked in on Cindy, why?
Searching deep within my mind I tried desperately to find answers to the questions. But one thought kept overwhelming me. Why did I feel aroused at the site of my wife being wildly ravished by three lust driven men? This moving image had preoccupied my thoughts for days it was all I could think of. Every time the image entered my mind I notice a strange stirring of my cock as it would involuntarily became erect, almost to the point that it almost hurt.
To this day I am still not sure if it was the warmth of the fire or the feeling of seclusion. I did feel the animalistic need to release this pressure in my throbbing organ. Feeling secure that no one was around or even traveled this deep in the woods I opening my pants letting my herd member spring free as my pants landed gentle about my ankles. Leaning back against the sleeping bag enjoying the warmth of the fire as I wrapped my hands around the hard shaft and began to stroke my cock. The feeling and intensity was nothing like he had felt before. My head began to swim with the thoughts of Cindy and her friends meshed in a sweaty mass of bodies all wildly thrusting in unison trying to achieve the orgasmic release they desired.
I was quickly overcome with lust and was totally oblivious of my surroundings. Imagining in my mind that I was taking the place of each of the men in turn. My mind could only imagine what it felt like but the imagination itself almost felt real. I began to feel the tingling pressure in my balls that slowly began to build with each stroke of my hard shaft.
Sensations began to travel up the back, as the release of the impending orgasm was very near. I felt my back arch as the hips tried to buck against my pumping hand the release was very close. Then a cold eerie feeling ascended over my body as I quickly opened my eyes and recognized a set of headlights coming in my direction. There was a moment of panic as I quickly jumped up pulling my pants up. The engorged member throbbing wildly between my legs did not want to go back into the pants. Frantically I was able to force my cock back into the pants with some minor pain and discomfort. Sitting down again I began to feel a warm glow of embarrassment spread over the whole of my body as I watched the headlights slowly approach.
It was an old Volkswagen van with its four-cylinder motor that sounded like a running sewing machine. As the van drew near the campfire I could see the original paint was badly faded. The rust had eaten holes along the bottom of the body. The driver’s door appeared as if it had been hand painted with red primer. Throughout the sides there were patches of bondo that had been applied but never sanded smooth.
