Our Nomadic Adventures

Our Nomadic Adventures

My husband Bill and I have joined the RV culture. Not the ones who sell their house and spend their entire life living out of their RV, but those who spend extended vacations going from RV park to RV park, sometimes for the night or sometimes for several days. Our is just a Class C motorhome, but it is a nice one and we can Dry Camp for several days.

RV life is nomadic, and you spend a lot of time with different people, but only for a short time. Unless you make an effort, you will never see or hear from these people again. It is an outdoor lifestyle with a lot of interaction, but the anonymity kind of encourages some people to do things that they wouldn't do anywhere else. Particularly where they would see those same people in church on Sunday.

You become aware of this the first time you see someone step outside naked to get something off the table or sneak a pee behind their rig, or you see them slowly getting changed in front of a window with the blinds up. Now, not everyone does this, but those people who like to be seen or are being playfully flirty do. And, those who think they might like to can try it, and if they don't like it, then roll out the next morning. You can even be one type of person at one park, and a different one at the next. Just erase and start over.

I was in the might category but have moved into the like category, and Bill fucking loves that about me. We have some of the best sex ever when we travel. Shorts with no panties and a tank top with no bra is my standard attire. If Bill sees a guy accidentally brush my free-range boobs after a friendly hug, or "accidentally" touches a little side boob while I lean forward, he can't wait 10 minutes until we are back in the RV fucking like animals. And yes the sounds of nature in an RV park include a lot of fucking.

You can also choose RV parks that don't usually have kids. Some are adult-only. There are also clothing-optional parks, but that really isn't our thing. Once it becomes acceptable, you lose the naughty.

An important part of this is that I have to make it safe for Bill. He is going to see other women showing off and flirting. He may even get some first-hand experiences. If he is afraid of how I will react, this isn't going to work. So, once we got a sense of what was going on, we talked a lot.

I expected I would have to steel myself to him seeing things. But then one afternoon, we pulled into a new park, and Bill was getting things set up. Across from us in the neighbor's picture window, she was standing there just taking off the last of her clothes. She stood there rubbing her body, bending over, playing with herself in a fake yoga session.

She finished her show, gave him a wave, and moved out of sight. How do I know this? Well, I was in our RV, watching him out the window, watching her. He immediately came into the RV and found me.

Like he had just seen a celebrity, "You will never believe what I just saw. Our neighbor just did a total strip show for me. I mean, she showed me everything. And, I know she knows I was watching because she waved to me at the end. I didn't know what to do. Do I wave back, applaud, throw money, or take my dick out and wave back."

I don't know if he even realized it, but while he was talking, he was taking my clothes off. Then he started feeling me up. "She had some nice tits too. She leaned forward and let them swing. She also had a natural amount of hair on her bush. I can't believe she showed off that much."

By this time he had me totally naked, and had laid me down on the bed and was about to put the very hard cock he was sporting into my pussy. Which he did.

There was no foreplay, and I was not as wet as I would have liked to have been, but he was pounding away at me. I wasn't being taken against my will, but I didn't actually consent either.

He just kept talking while he pounded away at me, "All I could imagine was you standing in our window and a guy watching you. Him getting all hard and excited watching you show off. He'd be thinking about sticking his cock in your pussy and feeling what it was like to fuck you. Would you like that? Would you do that? Would you want him to fuck you? Would you tell me about it? That guy would be so horny. Do you want to do that?"

I didn't know what to say. My juices had caught up, and I was getting ready to cum from the raw lust I was getting from him. So I said, "I so want to do that, and I would be getting myself off until I told you about it."

The poor boy just exploded inside me. He was convulsing, he was coming so hard.

He told me everything, and that was key. I didn't question him. I didn't ask him to think beyond his actual thoughts. If I just kept my mouth shut, he was going to tell me everything. I would never have to ask if he saw or did anything. He wanted to tell me, and I let him with no doubt or judgment. It was actually easier than I thought it would be.

It was also at this moment that I realized I wanted more of this. This was some of the most amazing sex I had ever experienced. The more he gets turned on by the world around him, the more I get this amazing sex. So, from that moment forward, I opened up to that world. We would talk about what we saw, and what we did, and compare notes. We were open in our sharing, and our sex life had risen to a whole other level.

There is a fundamental irony in this. When some guy is looking at me or touching me, Bill thinks all he can think about is fucking me. But, when Bill sees a nice tit or gets to feel a little bare ass all he wants to do is fuck me, while he imagines me doing it with a strange guy. I honestly don't think he has figured out the irony in this, and I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to explain it to him.

There are a lot more stories I could tell you, and they are all pretty good, or pretty funny, but there is one particular one I think you might enjoy the most, and it too took our sex to a whole other level.

Whenever we travel, we keep things kind of loose. In many ways. We pulled into our newest temporary home in the Southeastern parts of the US. It was nice and wooded, with some good hills and some water. It was summer, and it was kind of hot. As we settled outside to relax on our first evening, we were greeted by 3 other couples who joined us.

As usual, the introductory talk included the lay of the land. They shared nearby stores, local restaurants, and everybody's opinion on this park vs others they have been to. We learned that skinny dipping in the lake was popular, and where that part of the beach was. 8-9 if you wanted company, and later if you didn't. They also mentioned that the park had a really good handyman who knew RVs well, and his distinguishing characteristic was always wearing those long nylon basketball shorts, and no shirt. Jay was his name. Short for Jacob, Jason, or something.

As the hum of air conditioners filled the air, we made our way back into our rolling home, got cleaned up, and made our way to bed. A little pillow talk about what our newfound friends might look like while they were skinny dipping, and off to sleep.

Morning had Bill, fishing pole in hand, on his way to the lake, either to catch some fish or optimistically a look at some morning skinny dippers. I made my way, coffee in hand and a long T-shirt and nothing else to the porch table to wake up.

A few people were milling about, but it was pretty quiet. Then, coming down the path, I noticed what must have been Jay. He was a muscular black man with no shirt and basketball shorts, carrying a tool bag. He had an easygoing walk and a pleasant smile. He just seemed content with the day. Why he never wore a shirt was unclear, although his muscular chest was something to see, but why he wore the long nylon shorts became abundantly clear. As he walked, you could easily make out this enormous hunk of meat swinging back and forth in his shorts. It was long. It was thick. There is no way he had underwear on, and if those shorts were any shorter it would be hanging out the bottom.

He disappeared around the corner, and big surprise, he had a nice tight ass too.

You hear stories about these kinds of things. You see the porn stars, but I'd never seen it for real. No woman in this campground knows his eye color. You can't look away. I'm not sure how anyone has a conversation with the man. You can't not stare at it. It is surreal. I could feel myself getting wet just watching him walk by. I unconsciously reached down and felt the wetness, and was at a loss for what to do. It happened so fast, I don't know where my head was.

Then I hear a "Good morning" from behind me, and I jump like a teenage girl caught smoking. It was Bill back from fishing. "Well, I didn't catch any fish, but they were right last night about the skinny dipping though. This couple walked past me while I was standing there fishing. They were about our age. They disappeared down the trail but popped out again far enough down that they wouldn't disturb my fishing.

He gave me a little wave, and they started taking off their clothes. He must have liked being watched, or liked me watching her because he was sporting a pretty respectable hard-on. She had a full bush and a nice bubble butt of an ass. They made their way into the water and had their hands all over each other. After a bit, they came back out, and he was still sporting his hard-on. They disappeared into the woods, and I figured the show was over, but about 5 minutes later, they popped out again.

Not as hard as he was going in. He must have fucked her. I just imagined her bent over, holding onto a tree while he pounded into her. Clearly, it didn't take long. They got back in the water, I suspect, to wash off. I packed up my stuff and decided to head back. I didn't want to be there if they walked past me on the way out. I'm not sure what the appropriate greeting is in this situation. Thanks for the show. Can I have a go? How about a closeup? (but then what if they say yes?) Plus, I was sporting a little hard-on of my own. I wanna fuck you so bad right now. Meet you inside?"

I think I may have nodded, but I'm not sure. I followed him in to find him naked on the bed, lying on his back with his flag pole raised. I tossed off my shirt and climbed on. I had found a solution to my wetness problem. That first stroke sent an earthquake through my body.

Bill reached up to play with my tits saying, "You must have enjoyed my story you are soaking wet. Picturing yourself getting fucked in the woods?"

"Sort of."

"I bet you're thinking about that cock." With that another tremor rocketed through my body, making Bill cum, and he pumped and pumped filling my pussy. We were a mess, but at least it took the edge off.

We went and took our showers, met a few more neighbors, had a little breakfast, and settled in in the comfy chairs with our respective books, watching the comings and goings. It wasn't until almost lunchtime before Jay passed by again. He was a little closer on this pass, and I stared over the top of my book, taking in every inch of what was going on in his shorts.

Moments after that muscular ass made the turn, Bill leaned over toward with "Holy Fuck. Did you see that? That thing is enormous."

"Do you think it is real?" I replied.

"Well, of course, it's real. I guess. What else could it be?"

"I don't know, maybe he has a big rubber dildo hanging from his waist, and he just wears it to freak people out," I said with a smile.

"No, really, you think some guy would do something like that? It certainly freaked the hell out of me."

With a questioning look to Bill, "No one has one that hangs like that, do they?"

"Well, if he is a grower, he is going to put somebody's eye out someday."

In unison, "It's got to be fake." And we went back to our books. About 5 minutes later, and again almost in unison, "It has to be fake." We both broke into laughter, and it was time for lunch. Leftover kielbasa. What are the odds? The weather was great, so we sat out at the outside table.

Halfway through lunch, here comes Jay again. Bill, without a word, waves him over. I lean into Bill with a, "What the fuck are you doing?" Jay walks over and stands right in front of us as Bill stands up to greet him, leaving me sitting at the table.

"Hi, I'm Bill, and this is Jill. I know it could be worse, my name could be Jack." Jay responded with a little smile, polite if nothing else. I hate that joke. "Neighbors tell us that you go by Jay and take care of the place, and also do some RV repair work if needed."

Responding in the most wonderful baritone voice, Jay says, "I do. As for the RV work, it's $40 an hour plus parts, but if it's something small, I usually don't worry about it."

"I don't have anything particular in mind, but while we're here, I might ask you to take a look at a few things."

"Sounds good. I'm usually around, or you can just leave a note in the office."

"Great thanks."

Apparently, during this riveting conversation, it was my job to perform a complete medical exam. And, even if it wasn't, I was doing it anyway. He was standing about two feet in front of me, and as he was standing while I was sitting, the damn thing was right in front of my face. If he were any closer, he'd be able to feel my breath, and he'd be getting a long-distance blow job.

As he stood there, it swayed gently, almost like it was affected by the breeze, or maybe it was my heavy breathing because I was definitely breathing heavily. It was long and thick, and it had this weight to it as it hung there. It was not a dildo hanging from his waist. It came naturally from where it should come from. You could even see the outline of a nice pair of balls hiding behind it.

I was so close, I swear I could see it breathing. It took its thickness all the way back to his body. You could even make out the outline of the head in the nylon. Yes, that is all there was between me and this enormous piece of manhood was this singular thin layer of nylon.

And then he walked away. Wait, what happened? Where are you going? I'm not done yet. Bill looked over at me, and I looked up at him and softly said. "I'm going to fuck you now." I stood up, took his hand, dragged him into the RV, and back to the bedroom.

I kneeled before him and pulled his pants down, imagining them to be a certain pair of shorts. I sucked him hard. I fucked him hard, and I came, oh how I came. Oh, so hard. It happened so fast that I didn't think about that piece of art. I was more possessed by it.

Bill didn't know what hit him. I had backed him against the wall turned around bent over and inserted his cock into me pinning him against the wall. I didn't stroke him at all, just ground my ass into him getting him as deep inside me as I possibly could. I started to come and just pressed harder and harder against him. That had to hurt. He must have come at some point, because when I was done, I pulled away and went to get a mop. The floor was going to need a wash.

We went back to our lunch, and it was all we talked about. "It was definitely real," I said.

"Well, you were sure close enough to it. I glanced down a couple of times, and you could have reached out and touched it."

"I know, I know, and those shorts leave nothing to the imagination. It must weigh like 10 lbs."

"Imagine how big it is when it's hard."

Sporting a hungry smile, I said, "Oh, I am. Trust me."

Being late afternoon now, Bill went back to his fishing. Did I mention Bill likes to fish? Although I think in this case he hoped to see some more skinny dippers. This is pretty normal for him. It was fine with me, I had to take the shuttle to town to do some shopping.

As I made my way through the store, I came upon the condom display. I don't give them much thought. I'm on birth control, so Bill and I just free fuck. But, I started reading the boxes and I noticed they came in different sizes. The ones they handed out in school didn't.

I was fascinated, and I picked up a box of Durex XL, which seemed to be the biggest, and took it with me as I went to finish my shopping. Halfway down the next aisle, I stopped and picked it back up out of the cart. I stood there holding it, trying to figure out why I was buying this.

Then I came. I was just standing there holding the box, and I came. I mean, it wasn't a screamer or anything, but it was a real orgasm that came right up through my body. Choosing not to think about it, and a bit embarrassed, I put the box back into my cart. It did not appear that anyone had noticed.

Back on the shuttle, I sat there with my bags next to me, and I could not get my mind off those condoms. Then what the fuck I came again. Just sitting there. I was trying not to think about them. I was doing everything I could to not think about them. I was afraid the others in the bus would think I was having a seizure.

Once we were back at the park, I bent over to pick up my bags, and this guy passed down the aisle with his crotch right in my face, and I came again. I had to sit back down again. My legs would have gone out from under me. I didn't know this guy. Since I was bent over, all I really saw was his waist.

Bill was back from fishing, lacking both fish and a good story, and was reading while I put together some dinner. As we sat across the table, we were both lost in thought. Not unusual, there are always lulls, and it had been a noteworthy day. "Bill," I said.

"Yeah?"

"I want to see it."

And after a considered pause, he said, "Okay."

It is mid-morning, and it looks like I am going fishing. At least until I receive a text. We got cleaned up and enjoyed a little breakfast, and Jill is now sitting in the lounger reading her book, waiting for Jay to come by.

Call it being cuckolded or having a loving wife. I love it. Seeing other guys seeing her. Seeing them want to reach into her tank top and play with those naked tits. Flashing truck drives on the highway. It fills my head with fantasies and leads to the most incredible sex. I never have trouble getting hard. I have trouble holding back. So many thoughts flood my head. But, at the end of the night, I'm the one she's going home with. So, this is a great life. I never dreamed of being fucked like this.

As exciting as all that is though, it doesn't compare to when you know your wife is going to be with another man. That is the major leagues my friend, and it is by far the most intense feeling in the world.

In our life so far, Jill has done this twice. The first time was at another campground. Our lot was pretty secluded. Around the back of the RV was downright private, and that area got some nice morning sun. So, while I went off to fish, Jill would be out back sunbathing. She had a pretty nice bikini that she wore. Nothing outrageous, just nice on her.

This one guy, though, seemed to have figured out our schedule and had "stopped by" the last couple of mornings. Jill said, "Hey Bill, you know how we're always talking about me doing things with other guys? Well, the guy who comes by every morning when you're fishing. He is decent-looking, fun to talk to, and definitely leaning toward the flirtatious and suggestive. What about him?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know really, but what if when he comes by, I don't have the bikini on? Nobody else can see me back there, and we're out of here the next morning anyway. I think I really want to call his bluff."

"Is it exciting for you to think about it? I know I'm getting excited."

"Yes"

"Does that mean if I say yes you're going to fuck me now?"

"Yes."

"Okay then."

This was her first time. So her plan was to do her sunbathing as usual, just without the bikini. The loving-wife fun starts with what you intend to do, but ends with what you actually do. You are doing this with another human being, so circumstances will change. That morning, I left to go fishing. I said goodbye to her lying on her back naked on the lounger, and off to fish I went. So, this is not the first time I have stood with a pole in my hand waiting. When I got back, this is what she told me.