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All that night I tossed and turned pondering what I had seen my wife Danielle do. At first I had been upset about it, amazed at how she could so freely cheat on me with those two total strangers. But the more I considered it, the more aroused by the idea I became. I liked watching my wife become a slut and I wanted more, namely to involve myself in the action. But of course for this to happen, I would have to confront her about it, and there was no telling how that would go. After breakfast that morning, I decided that before we got going too far in our weeklong hike up the mountain I would broach the subject. That way, if things went bad, we could still get down from the hike and try to work things out alone instead of surrounded by strangers.
As we began the climb, it wasn't surprising to see Danielle keeping within direct earshot (and line of site) with Chris and Tim, the two college boys from the night before. I in the meantime, kept a reasonable distance from the three and watched their body language and their movements, as well as listened to the tone of their voice. Surprisingly, all three acted like nothing had happened; as if the double teaming they had given my wife was just an everyday occurrence. By mid morning however, I knew my plan of action, and I hustled to catch up with my wife to talk to her. Making sure that we were bringing up the rear of the 20 person group, and not within listening range, I began.
"Honey, by the way," I said, nonchalantly "I saw you in the woods last night."
I kept on climbing, but my wife had stopped dead in her tracks. I turned around to look at her and pay attention now to HER body language and her facial expressions. She had gone almost stark white, like she had just seen her entire family murdered.
"Wwwhhhatt do you mean? I wasn't in the woods last night," she stuttered. I could see her hand shaking a little. While this wasn't my idea of fun to lead my wife on like this, I must say I was enjoying it.
"Now, don't give me that," I said, in a half strict, half joking manner. "I saw you back there with those two college studs, getting the fucking of a lifetime. But don't worry, I don't mind."
At first her face gave a small wash of relief, but this last comment by me changed her expression to a look of puzzlement.
"Yyyyoouu don't mind? You don't mind that I was cheating on you?" she said, still very apprehensive about it. I meanwhile, maintained a cool head and a steady voice.
"Nope. In fact, I liked it. I liked watching those total strangers manhandle you. I liked watching you suck them off and then let them cum in your pussy. I really liked that expression on your face as you came," I said, still being totally cool about it, but now smiling a little so she knew I wasn't being sarcastic.
It was now impossible to read her face, as I could tell that internally she was wrestling with many emotions and feelings.
"In fact, I liked it so much, that I want to see you do it again, if you want to. Only this time, I want to be involved," I said to her.
Finally her face returned to a normal color, and I could see that all the talk we were doing had her head spinning full of sexual ideas and fantasies. She smiled at me, the morning sun light hitting her beautiful hair and framing her porcelain face behind the forest that we had hiked through and now lay behind us.
"Well, in that case, let me go talk to those two boys up there and maybe we can get at it right now," she said.
I held up my hand, motioning for her to stop. "No, not yet. All in good time. I have a plan that I think will work out for everyone involved,"
The rest of the hike went very well, the entire group gaining 5,000 feet for the day. The weather was getting a little colder, and this was the part of the hike where age started to become a factor. The 40-somethings couldn't keep up as well with us, so the speed and pace slowly shifted, with the lackadaisical college age group migrating from the middle and from straggling, to leading the entire group. Night began to fall, and we finally reached our shelter for the night, the mouth of a huge cave that would have been big enough for 200 people, let alone our 20. The cave was part of a series of caves, carved out of the side of the mountain. Despite it being colder however, things felt wonderful. The timberline had began to fade, and aside from a little bunch of trees here or there, the mountain was in pristine condition.
Around 9:00, exhausted and tired, the group began to settle in to sleep. We all had to wake up at 6 AM the next morning to start climbing again, with hopes of reaching the summit by mid afternoon. Setting up our sleeping bags in a fairly isolated and private spot of the cave, my wife and I began to get ready for bed. However, per the plan we had discussed, Danielle made her way over to Chris & Tim's area of the cave to talk to them while I did most of the unpacking. By 10, there was hardly an awake soul in the place, spare 4 horny people. My wife quietly made her way out of the cave, as I lay there watching her go, feigning sleep. 5 minutes later, on the dot, I saw two more figures walk out of the cave, going the exact same direction that my wife had went. Now came the tough part. My role was to wait 20 minutes before I left the cave, to give Danielle and the two guys time to get...ahem...acquainted. Laying there, watching the seconds tick by slowly on my watch, I slowly jerked myself off, just to get in the mood. By the time 18 minutes had past, I decided to say screw it and head out (patience isn't one of my strong suits), hornier than I had been in a long time.
Stepping outside of the cave, the entire mountainside was bathed in the pale white light of a full moon overhead that seemed so much closer now that we were so far elevated. I had no trouble seeing my way around. The rendezvous point we had chosen was actually a fairly decent walk from where the other campers were, and was at times, quite precarious. This was done not only to discourage OTHER people from following, but to give us all some privacy. Rounding the bend on the cave we had chosen, I switched off the only thing I had brought, a flashlight, and began to walk as stealthily as possible towards the mouth of this other, much smaller cave.
Danielle had spotted this cave herself because of the dimensions of it. It was only about 15 feet wide at the entrance, but as you walked maybe 20 yards into it, it expanded into a very comfortable area, probably the size of a small living room. The floor was smooth but cold, and there wasn't any debris (stalactites, stalagmites) sticking about any where. All in all, a perfect place for a little late night fuck session. Walking in, I stuck close to the far wall, guided by just the sparse light seeping in from the moon above. I could hear echoing on the walls the familiar sucking sound my wife makes when she is giving very good head. I could also hear a squishing sound, which meant that her pussy was very wet, and that it was getting slammed at that very moment.
Finally having reached the back wall of the cave, I moved my way slowly to the center area so that I could barely make out the shadow of the three people going at it no more than 10 feet in front of me. Relishing that I had gotten in undetected, I almost hesitated before blowing my cover, a part of me wanting to play the voyeur like I did the night before. But that wasn't part of the plan we had made; plus, it wasn't nearly as fun.
Grabbing hold of my flashlight, I pointed it straight ahead and flicked it on. All three bodies stopped what they were doing and stared directly at the light, with a look of fear that I hadn't seen since I almost hit that deer coming home one night. My eyes adjusted to the light change and I could see very easily what was happening. Danielle was on her hands and knees, her shirt laying on the ground near her, her perfect tits hanging down sexily. Her ass was in the air, and attached to it was Tim, his dick half in and half out of my wife's pussy, his pants around his ankles. Chris was in front of my wife's head, his dick just inches from her mouth. I could see a string of precum dangling from her lips to his cock head.
Knowing the way things were going to work, Danielle broke the silence.
"Hi honey," she said in an innocent voice.
The realization of what was happening hit them both at the same time, and it wouldn't have been possible to time it better, as both men reached down and pulled up their pants at the exact same time. Trying to explain themselves, they both began talking at once, blubbering like idiots.
