From an original story idea by: Mr Frost
My beautiful wife Cindy and I’ve been married for almost three wonderful years now, and still going strong. Last summer we had planned a little getaway with our best friends Jason and Stef. We've known these two since we started dating almost six years ago back in our college days, and we try and get together with them as much as possible. A four day camping excursion for the long weekend seemed the perfect plan. We’d never done something like that before and wanted to do something special. Neither Cindy nor I had any idea just how special our trip would be!
We drove out to Mt. Hights, a nice, full-facility campsite just south of Rhode Island. Cindy and I arrived quite early in the morning so we could get a good site. We pitched our tent and assembled our gear, the novelty of it all making the work pleasant. In no time we finished our preparations, leaving us with a lot of idle time. Quality time, as it turned out.
"Let’s go for a walk in the woods," I whispered to my wife, nuzzling my face against her smooth cheek. My fingers twined through her curly red hair. My other hand had slipped down to her crotch. I massaged her pussy through her loose walking shorts. Underneath I could feel her bikini-style briefs. I made up my mind to undress her right there and then.
Cindy had other ideas.
"Not now Mark," she giggled, pushing me away. Her playful shove didn’t deter me in the slightest. I grabbed Cindy by her slight, toned asscheeks and pulled her roughly to me, kneading her taut backside while I drank her sweet nectar from her lips. The wilderness suited her. she tasted as sweet as a mountain spring. She responded to me favourably, her arms snaking around my back as she returned the heated kiss.
"Slow down, cowboy. Time to take a walk." Cindy broke our kiss and slid a tiny hand into my shorts. She grabbed me by the cock, then turned around and started walking. I had two choices, remain behind and be emasculated or follow her into the bush. It wasn’t the bush I wanted to enter at this moment, but I’d take what I could get. Cindy always led me around by the dick, though never before in such a literal fashion. My pixyish wife barely came mid-chest on me. Her diminutive frame always made me feel protective of her and compliant to her wishes. I could deny her nothing, a fact that she often used to her advantage.
"We going to get back to nature or what?" I asked her, amused by her little stunt. My cock pulsed in her satiny grip.
"Maybe later. Right now, we’re going out to get some exercise." Cindy increased her pace, forcing me to move faster if I wanted to keep my equipment attached to my groin. As much as I liked Jason and Stef, I almost wished that they wouldn’t show. I thoroughly enjoyed my time alone with my sexy, playful wife.
I’d soon find out that not only Cindy had come to Mt. Hights ready to play.
It wasn’t until early afternoon that we returned to the campsite, me walking unsteadily after two ball-emptying orgasms and my wife licking my cum off of her slim, pale hands daintily like a cat preening itself after feeding. She’d refused to let me fuck her though, saying that she had to keep something back for later. But with her hot mouth available to me I hadn’t felt cheated.
While we had been busy Jason and Stef had finally arrived, setting up their gear next to ours. Not only that, but Stef had something delicious already grilling on the portable hibachi.
"Damn, but that sure smells good!" I said, nose whiffing the air like a hound. My belly grumbled, reminding me that a bowl of cereal and a banana couldn’t keep a man of my stature content for long. Not when I saw burgers and all-beef franks sizzling on the grill!
"Something looks good to me, too," Stef said, staring directly at my crotch. Two blowjobs or not, the smell of food cooking had gotten my cock slightly stiff again. My rod made a definite bulge in my pants. "I’ll fix you a burger. You got sausage already." Stef winked at me. Stef was everything Cindy wasn’t; buxom, tall and ample sized. Her olive complexion and dark hair gave her an exotic, Mediterranean look I found absolutely enchanting. When I thought of Stef I thought of Greece and Greek both. That ass of hers was a perfectly rounded example of what a woman’s ass should look like.
A frigid deluge of icy water from Jason’s cooler chest sluiced over the crouching Stef, pasting her thin white halter top to her skin. In an instant the woman had turned topless, her halter now as clear as a diamond of the first water. She squealed from cold shock and the effects the water had on her breasts. Her nipples lunged out, creating little tents on her sizeable mounds. Jason ignored his cursing, sputtering wife and walked over to us, handing me a Bud. He quickly brushed his lips against Cindy’s. "Hi kids, sorry we’re late."
"Hi Jas," Cindy said, walking past him to greet the fuming, sodden Stef. She greeted Cindy warmly, kissing her on each of her cheeks while simultaneously glaring at Jason and me as if I’d become an asshole by association.
"What kept you guys, man? Cindy and I were starting to worry."
"You know, the usual. We left late, had to stop three times so she could use the can, then I just had to bugger that sweet ass of hers on the way up." He said that without missing a beat. Open, straightforward, and lacking any measure of tact. Either you loved the guy or hated his guts. Sometimes I felt that if it wasn’t for Stef we wouldn’t be as close as we were. I think he thought so, too. He never visited Cindy and me without having Stef in tow.
"You two clowns done talking? Come and finish cooking. I’m going to change. Come on, Cinds." Stef crawled into her tent, Cindy following close behind her. Angry mutters came from the tent, ‘assholes,’ ‘jerks’ and ‘clowns’ the only words we could make out from amongst the low level noise. Of course, those were the only words our women wanted us to hear.
"Glad you could make it," I said, raising my beer in salute.
"Hope you two made it before we showed," he said, clinking my bottle with his Coors. "Cindy’s got a tight bod that just begs to be slam-fucked." Couldn’t agree with him more on that point, but it did bother me that he always said things like that. Sure I lusted after his wife, but I’d never dream of doing anything about it. Besides being immoral I truly loved Cindy. Why cheat when you had everything you ever wanted in your wife?
Stef had a world class ass, though. No question.
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"Pay up Mark, my oh-so-cute pigeon," Stef cooed. I quickly counted the chips and paid her the thirteen dollars I owed her. She chortled with sadistic glee as she scooped up my money, counting it again as if I’d short her. I had thought about it, but where could I run to way out here?
Cindy and Jason had stopped playing poker hours ago, instead chatting quietly amongst themselves. Stef, card-shark extraordinaire, refused to give up, cajoling me to agree to keep playing with her. When that had failed she played on my sympathy, calling me a heartless brute for abandoning the gimp. Stef had badly sprained her ankle on our afternoon hike and had to be carried for over two hours. Bad enough, right? Well, we’d planned to hike for most of the evening. Her condition now made that impossible. Instead we’d been coerced into playing cards with her. Stef always had her poker set with her, dual decks, chips and scorecards perpetually ready. The cynic in me almost believed that she’d purposely twisted her ankle to skip out on the hiking. Stef wasn’t fat, but a plump ass and generous set of tits like hers needed careful maintenance.
"I’m done here. Cindy, let’s go."
"So soon?"
"Yup. Lost all the money tonight I’m going to. I’m jetting."
"Is that what’s making you leave?" Stef said. "Here." She counted out fifty bucks and pushed it into my hand, closing my fingers around it. She gazed at me with her black, bottomless eyes. "Now will you play with me?"
"Sure will," I said, settling back down. Satisfied, Stef reshuffled the deck and began to deal the next round’s cards.
"What did I just see?" Jason asked, incredulity larding his voice.
"I gave him back his money so he’d continue playing."
"You never give back money," Jason grumbled. I detected a definite edge in his voice.
"It’s not Mark’s money I want," Stef said. She continued to deal the cards, steadfastly ignoring Jason’s and Cindy’s looks. Jason stared at us for a couple more seconds before resuming his chat with Cindy.
I continued to lose. As much as I tried to keep my eyes fastened upon my cards they inexorably returned to Stef’s dark, olive complexioned face. Each time, I found her gentle, guileless eyes already upon me. Before long I’d lost my stake again. This time Jason suggested that Cindy and I leave. Truth be told, I’d been eager to get the hell out of there for awhile. Tension threatened to shred the nylon walls of the tent. Cindy scuttled out of the tent first. Just as I turned to follow her I felt a soft hand stroke my back. "Goodnight, my pigeon," Stef breathed. Her pouty, full lips brushed against my cheek, barely grazing the skin. My cock instantly hardened.
"Goodnight, Stef," I replied as I took my leave. I avoided Jason’s gaze, knowing that his wife’s actions had pissed him off. She’d never touched me in such a fashion, not in all the years we’d known each other. Jason kissing my wife on the lips was an old, accepted habit. Obviously he felt this to be something else altogether. Neither one of us knew what to make of it.
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Cindy and I awoke to awful howling. Feral snarls and agonized, Banshee-like wailing and shrieks pierced our eardrums. Cindy’s wide, fear-filled eyes consumed most of her face, but I stayed calm. She hadn’t lived in a dorm with Jason through college. I’d heard those noises before. Jason always seemed to find the screamers. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
"Mark! How can you sleep with that going on? What’s making that awful sound?
"That’s Jas working out some frustration. Ignore it."
"Working out his frustrations on what?"
"Stef’s ass, I’d say,"
