WARNING:
This story contains male/male sex as well as female incest (and of course lots of other sex). It that's not your thing then click away now. If it is then read on and enjoy.
*****
I had always wanted to go glamping so when the chance came up to go for a weekend I jumped at the chance. The set-up was perfect with just two yurts on a field at the bottom of a farm in rural Devon. Andy, my husband of 10 years, just laughed at the idea at first, saying it was just "Camping for grown-ups."
"What is there not to like?" I said as I showed him the website with pictures of the insides of both properties with its luxurious trappings inside including a beautiful bathroom. There was a kitchen area and also a seating area inside, divided up by curtains. Outside was a shared seating area with a fire pit, BBQ and a hot tub that would take half a dozen people at least.
"Ah the problem is Shelly, I see is that it's shared facilities outside," Andy said as he read the website, I had shown him. "No way am I sharing a hot tub with strangers, well not unless we are going to fuck them."
"But what if it wasn't strangers?" I said slyly. "What if I could convince Sam & Paul to go?"
I watched Andy's mind working, knowing he had the hots for my younger sister Samantha. Sam was just 30 and a year younger than me and while you could tell from our faces, that we were related there were a couple of major differences between us, Sam had huge breasts. Well, I say huge they were 36D but compared to my 34A they were huge. Sam was blonde whereas I was brunette, but I was a good 6 inches taller than her 5' 3". Sam had good legs and ass, but I knew that mine were real head turners. When we were younger, we would walk along the road together and Sam would get all the attention from the front, but I would get the attention from behind. Andy always used to remark that if you could take Sam's breasts and put them on me you would have the perfect woman.
I knew Andy was turned on considering the possibility, as I could see it on his face. The reason was one night, not long after we got married, I was a little drunk and admitted that Sam and I used to share boyfriends. At first when I told him he didn't seem that fussed, but when I told him that our sharing was often together, I saw his erection trying to burst through his jeans. He simply stared at me before he croaked out, "And did you and Sam... you know."
I remember thinking about it before I answered, as at the time, I was unsure what his reaction would be. Eventually deciding that there should be no secrets between us I said, "Yes a lot of the time and sometimes when there was just the two of us."
I thought Andy's eyes were going to burst out of his head and I could see him replaying the scenes of me and Sam in his mind. He asked me a multitude of questions about who did what to whom and with what. When I told him about how one night a stud had fucked Sam and then he fucked me as I licked Sam clean, I honestly thought he was going to cum in his shorts. That night we made love with a passion and vigour that took my breath away.
I could never work out whether Andy liked the idea of me with my sister, me with another woman, or just me with someone else. A few days later we sat and discussed it, and he came out with, "I think it's really hot about you and your sister but the thought of you with any other person while I am watching is even hotter."
It was then he dropped his bombshell. "Shelly, I have to tell you that I am bi, have been all my life," he said quietly. "When I was at university I shared a dorm room with a gay student, and we had sex...a lot."
It was my turn to question him about who did what and it transpired that he liked to suck cock and mainly be a bottom but that changed when he met me. I felt quite proud that he wanted me over men and was prepared to change totally for me. Saying that, he admitted he still missed cock from time to time which is why we started swinging.
We were always careful to ensure that any partners we chose were clearly bisexual and on the odd occasion we invited a single man to our bed it had to be on the proviso that he swung both ways. Generally speaking with single males they were mainly tops and I found it hot seeing Andy getting fucked by a stud, especially if the stud had fucked me first so I knew exactly what Andy was getting. The downside was that many of the single males seemed to think we were into cuckolding which wasn't the case, we were just a loving couple who liked to share a cock now and then.
With couples, the other man tended to be more versatile which led Andy to develop his top side. It was weird the first time I watched him fuck another man but he pointed out that it was no different to him watching another man fuck me or him fucking another woman. The strange thing was that although I knew how hot it was to see my man being fucked, I wondered how the other woman felt when Andy was doing the fucking. The first woman I asked panted her reply in my ear as she pulled my fingers into her soaking pussy, her eyes never leaving Andy's cock while it was disappearing into her husband's ass.
"Now he can really feel what I feel and I know exactly what he is feeling."
The woman was so turned on that she ended up that afternoon with my fist buried in her pussy, Andy in her ass while she sucked off her husband.
*****
Everything was arranged with Sam & Paul as they were both as eager to try glamping as I was, even Andy was warming to the idea. I had to speak to him sternly a couple of times about not making inappropriate sexual comments when he was with them.
"Listen Andy, just because we swing it doesn't mean everybody does. Sam has never mentioned it so just be cool and don't upset anybody."
Andy pouted but I knew he would behave. Then the day before we were due to leave for the weekend, the owner phoned totally distraught. One of the yurts had caught fire the day before and was totally uninhabitable. We then had an uncomfortable discussion as she asked which one of the bookings we wanted to be refunded.
"Well both obviously," I said wondering how the hell I was going to break it to my sister. When it became clear that as the two bookings were separate the owner's insurance wouldn't cover the loss they couldn't refund. After some discussion, it was agreed they would get a spare bed from their own home and set that up in the undamaged yurt. As a gesture of goodwill, the owners offered a 25% discount, free heating of the hot tub and an extra two bottles of champagne.
While we had been talking Andy had rang up my sister on his phone and relayed the information to her. I breathed a sigh of relief when Andy gave me the thumbs up and I accepted the owner's offer.
*****
When we got to the yurt and unloaded our stuff a couple of the practical problems became apparent. The beds were almost identical so there was no argument about who had what, the problem was that they were only separated by an ornately embroidered rug. The rug gave visual privacy but virtually no audible protection.
"I hope you don't snore...or fart for that matter," Andy joked to Sam who blushed while Paul just laughed.
There was only one bathroom which had no lock and Paul looked at me as he joked, "You had better learn to whistle."
I felt my cheeks get hot when Andy replied, "Don't worry she pees like a horse so we will all be able to hear her."
Out of earshot, I whispered to Andy, "Hope you aren't expecting sex this weekend because it ain't gonna happen."
The plan for tonight was, that we would BBQ with what we bought with us and then tomorrow me and Sam would go shopping. While the men got the BBQ going me and Sam unpacked the salads and accompaniments, we had bought in plastic containers. At the same time, we all started to get stuck into the alcohol we had stashed in our cars.
The fire was dwindling down to red embers as we decided to go to bed, all of us having had a fair amount of alcohol between us. After we had used the bathroom in rotation and said our good nights through the curtain and settled down.
I felt Andy's hand pat my body and could sense his disappointment that I was wearing a nightie but he knew better than to reach under the fabric, bearing in mind my previous comments. I heard his breathing slow and deepen as he fell asleep but I couldn't sleep so I lay on my side with my eyes open.
I heard a muffled voice that sounded like my sister's but was too quiet to make out any details. Then there was the movement of bedclothes followed by a protest which was cut off. I strained to listen to try to work out what was happening when I heard Sam gag followed by a whispered apology from Paul.
"Oh my God," I thought to myself, "she is giving him a blow job, dirty cow."
Now I had an idea of what was happening I started to build a picture to accompany the noises. Every so often there would be a slurp of lips on flesh or a low moan from Paul. I couldn't help my reaction and I slid my hand under my nightie and started to tease my naked pussy.
The noises altered and it became clear they were changing positions. I heard a creak of the bed followed by a deep groan from my sister as Paul must have entered her. As I started to rub faster, I felt Andy's hand touch my flesh as he rolled against my back.
"He is fucking her with his huge cock," Andy whispered in my ear.
I remembered that not long after Sam had first met Paul, we were in a bar, well into our second bottle of Prosecco, discussing boyfriends. "I think he is the one," she slurred, "so no sharing and you can keep your hands off him."
"So what makes him Mr. Wonderful then?" I will never forget how she smiled and held her hands apart, then squinting with one eye moved them even further apart. Her hands must have been ten inches apart and I could feel my mouth go dry as my pussy got wet. From that day on I never looked at Paul in the same way again, always wondering what lurked in his trousers.
Andy had pulled my nightie up around my waist, slipping a finger into me from behind. "Mmmm you are wet," he whispered.
The noises from the other side of the curtain were getting louder and pushing my ass back in invitation, I felt Andy push his cock into me. It slipped in with ease as I heard the bed next door creak at an increasing pace. Andy reached round and tweaked my erect nipples making me bite my pillow to stop me crying out. I could hear Sam moaning in pleasure as Paul started to pant like a steam train. Sam was making little squeaks of joy and I heard her mumble, "So fucking big."
There was a deep grunt from Paul as he unloaded into my sister, a noise matched by my husband as he spurted into me.
Things fell quiet as Andy remained deep inside me, falling asleep in that position. As I closed my eyes I imagined Sam with her legs wrapped around Paul holding him into her body.
The soft creak of the bed and the movement of feet told me that one of them was awake. As the bathroom door was opened and the light switched on, I could see Paul's firm ass before the door was closed. I don't know what came over me but after years of wondering I had to see what had just pleasured my sister and if it was as big as I had imagined.
Opening the bathroom door like I was half asleep I stepped in. I had planned to catch an eyeful, mumble an apology and back out. Instead, when he turned round to face me I just stood rooted to the spot staring at his cock.
"Fucking hell," was all I could croak.
I wasn't sure what reaction I would get from Paul, but what I didn't expect was him to grip the base of his cock and point it at my face. I had seen big cocks in pictures and videos, and they were normally black, but this was the first I had seen of that size in the flesh. It was amazing. Even semi-hard it was as big as Andy who was a pretty reasonable seven and a half inches.
"I won't fuck you without Sam's permission," he said softly, "but you can suck it if you take your nightie off."
