This past summer, Vicky and I went camping in the hardwood forest of Central Pennsylvania. There were three days left of vacation, and I suggested with our budget to spend them in the woods. We did not go to a campground, but instead found a secluded spot thick with maples and oaks. After we cleared an area and pitched our tent, I grabbed my fishing rod, and we walked toward the Clarion River. We found a path through waist-high ferns that led us to an opening with giant boulders along the riverbank.
Vicky was just telling me how she worried about bears, when we saw him. It was a huge man wearing an animal-skin vest that made my wife shriek. The sheer size of him was awesome. Vicky held onto my arm as we approached the bearded hulk fishing in the river. Up close, he was a good-looking man.
We said hello, and I asked if he was catching anything. He yanked a stringer out of the water with two fish on it to show us. He said it was a great spot and welcomed me to cast my line in next to his. We chatted, learned that he just had gotten out of the Army, and he had been camping here alone for the past week. He was an experienced woodsman. His name was Mark, and we befriended him right away.
Mark heard our ruckus when we arrived. He told us that we pitched our tent too close to the river. The 'skeeters' will eat us alive at night, and the crickets would keep us awake. He also mentioned that all animals, creeping critters, and slimy snakes liked the water. Mark said we could move to his campsite, which was a little ways up the hill. It was after he told us there was a bobcat sighted, when Vicky said we have to move.
"Do you mean move to Mark's campsite?" I asked.
"No, home," she said. Mark laughed and said that he would protect her. I could tell my wife liked him, and, that he tickled her fancy. I saw her estimating the large package in his shorts. We moved to Mark's campsite.
Vicky wanted to go swimming and changed into her bathing suit. She hitched a ride back to the river sitting on top of Mark's shoulders. I went along to fish. My wife was a redhead with freckles all over, except on her pearly-white breasts. Her perky nipples were stiff and sticking out. She was a little munchkin with pigtails to him, as he tossed her into the water. They were splashing and having fun, but their frolicking was scaring away all the fish. I went further upstream, and they disappeared from my view. There was a bald eagle circling overhead. I told it to keep an eye on my wife.
I trusted Vicky for the most part, but I knew of her secret desires. She was home by herself on the weekdays and had been watching too much porn. My wife was all of the time horny as could be. All she talked about was sex. Vicky had fantasies of men who were well hung. My five inches of hard-banging cock were fine the first two years of our marriage, but after Vicky saw all of the horse cocks on the internet, she longed for something bigger.
We discussed her sexual urges and agreed that she was a borderline nymphomaniac. Vicky bet she could outlast several men and come twice as many times as them. I joked that I might take her up on that proposition. She asked, "When and how many men?" She was not kidding. She went as far as asking me if certain friends of mine had big dicks. I said that even if they did, which they did, I did not want her fucking my friends, particularly while we were trying to have a kid.
Vicky said she was with me on that subject and fucking was not so much on her mind. She recalled the time when I let her make out with a friend. He had a reputation of being a good kisser, and I said that she could try him out. They were getting steamy in the kitchen with their arms around each other and sucking lip. He had her on fire. It was when she started dry humping against his cock that I told them to stop. She asked to expand upon that episode.
"I want to make out with a couple of your friends at the same time," she said. I told her that was a possibility. "It would be with the ones who are well-endowed between their legs. I would like it if they undressed me, fondled my breasts, and played with my pussy," she added to the fantasy, "But, do you know what I really would like to do, Bob? It is something that I think about a lot. I want to jerk on their big cocks and blow them," she said, "Would you let me do that?"
I hoped she was not already doing that, and now asked for clearance after the act. My wife was very good at giving a blowjob, but I was her only recipient. She was proud of her skill and yearned to broaden her horizons. Vicky talked me into saying maybe she could have her fun, only because she had a way of getting me to accommodate her requests. She was jerking on my dick and had me ready to come when she asked.
With that in mind, I thought it best to check on Vicky and Mark. The two of them had been friskily playing in the water for the past hour, but they were awfully quiet, now. Vicky was sitting on a flat rock in pain, and Mark was rubbing her leg. I asked what had happened. Mark said she twisted her ankle, but it looked only sprained.
"This is your fault for insisting on taking me camping, Bob," she blamed me.
"You'll live. Hey, guys, look, I caught a fish. We have three of them now, one for each apiece. Are you ready to eat? Show me how to filet them, Mark," I said excited. Mark carried Vicky in his arms. He wrapped her ankle, and she was as good as new. We ate fried fish over an open fire, and then explored the area before it got dark. Vicky held both of our hands as we hiked through the woods. We did not see any wildlife. All we saw were trees, and I wondered if they hate humans, too, but cannot run away.
After we watched a beautiful sunset, the three of us sat by the campfire and gazed at the twinkling lightshow of brilliance in the vast night sky. The faint band of the Milky Way and the Big Dipper dazzled us on that cloudless night. Vicky pointed to a shooting star and made a wish. She kissed Mark and me on the cheeks.
We were drinking wine, which makes my wife horny. One thing led to another, and eventually we were talking about sex. Mark wondered if we were swingers. I told him that we were an open-minded couple but monogamous thus far in our two years together. He said that a few couples had asked him to join them for sex. These acquaintances wanted to experiment with someone who had a big cock. He made love with the wives, while the husbands liked to watch. I said we were not into doing that. Vicky said to speak for myself, and that she, too, had a fascination for men with large cocks. She was tipsy enough to ask about the size of the lump in Mark's shorts. He looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Who would have guessed?" I said, "I know she has been eyeballing it, all day."
"I just want to see how big it is, Bob. That's all. You think I look at every guy's cock. Okay, so I look every guy's cock. You know what? Fuck you. It is because I never saw a big one for real. The men in the porn movies have very big cocks. Mark looks as if he does, too."
Mark said to judge for herself, as he pulled out his cock and showed it to my wife. She gasped and said it was impressive. It was a big one, and very thick, too. His imposing monster of a cock was uncut with a sheath of foreskin half covering the pink head. He squeezed its substantial girth and the blood-swollen knob emerged purple and shined. A drop of pre-cum appeared that made my wife slobber and moan.
"It is ten inches when hard," he said. Mark welcomed Vicky to feel it. She wanted to, but I said she saw it, and that was enough. Mark stuffed it back in his shorts. I hymned and hawed about the long drive here, and it was time to go asleep. I had to drag her away.
Once we were in our tent, my wife could not stop talking about the size of Mark's cock. His tent was not that far away, and he certainly heard her whining that she needed a big cock. If only she could suck it, she mused. Vicky was hornier than usual, and her pussy was dripping wet. We made love, but I knew she wanted Mark's masterful cock.
Most of the next day, we spent down by the river. I fished, while they swam and worked on their tans. My wife was wearing a skimpier bikini than she had on the day before, and Mark wore briefs that clearly showed the outline of his massive cock. It seemed to be semi-hard the whole day. I knew it was driving Vicky nuts. I caught her masturbating in our tent before and after lunch. I asked if it was because of Mark.
"Oh, Bob, I can see it. His cock is showing thru his shorts. It looks even bigger than it was last night. Oh, god, I cannot imagine what Mark's cock looks like when it is fully hard. Fuck me, Bob. Yes, baby, push it in as far as you can."
I tried to excite her more, while I fucked her. "You want to play with his big dick, don't you, honey? I know you'd like to suck on it, too. Vicky is a little whore. My wife wants to be a slut for other men. Maybe, you want him to fuck you, too. That is what you really want. Your pussy needs a big dick like his," I taunted her, as I pounded hard and fast into her wet pussy. I excited myself with the dirty talk, and I popped my load in two minutes.
"Honey, you came too fast, again. You do that all of the time. I am still horny. My pussy needs to come. Please, Bob, don't leave me this way."
We had fish again for supper that I personally caught. That night by the campfire, my wife sat close to Mark. I was across from them stoking the fire and noticed that Vicky placed her hand on his thigh. The conversation was again of sex, as a continuation of the tempting talk from the night, before. Mark told us more of his sexual exploits. He said that married women called him just to suck on his cock. I knew my wife wished that she were one of them. Her hand moved closer to his crotch.
"Do you mean they blow you behind their husband's back?" I asked and saw Vicky squeezing a likely erection thru his shorts. He said that was what they wanted to do. They met him at different places, or he picked them up and rode around while they sucked him off. That made it more exciting for them. "My Vicky would at least tell me," I said, as she pulled her hand away and looked at me with a guilty grin. "That must be some dick you have. How big did you say that it gets?" I asked and stoked the fire that burned in my wife's hot pussy. Mark said he would show us if we like.
Vicky wanted to see his cock, again. She asked that he please take it out. Mark stood and obliged. He pulled down his shorts and exposed his giant genitals to my wife. His cock filled with blood and rose before her eyes. He stroked it a few times and waved his big dick in her face. Vicky admired it saying it was as big as the cocks in the movies. She looked at me, and I said she could feel it this time. I hoped it would make her horny for later in our tent. She did so without hesitation.
My wife held his big dick in her hands. She praised its warmth and thickness. He told her that if she stroked it nice and slow it would get bigger for her. It did get swollen and very hard, as Vicky played with her newfound treasure. It grew to at least ten inches of hard- throbbing cock. She squeezed the thick shaft and circled her hand over the leaking head. Vicky jerked on his cock with both hands. She worked up a lather, and the steady slurping of her strokes echoed in the night.
"Mark, I want to be on your list of loyal subjects whom worship your cock," Vicky told him, "It's beautiful."
