I never intended to write any more of this series. I originally started it to see how far I could push readers and got complaints from some readers that the rape scenes and the resulting psycological effects were to "real" to be enjoyable. The last story really bothered me after it was finished so here is my attempt to bring it back to the absurdly enjoyable..

Shattered Paradise: The Next Vacation Part 1

By lecturer427

I pushed my son on the swing and tried to concentrate on pushing him as high as his giggling urges suggested rather than what I knew was going on inside our house. My brother was over, again, and my sweet wife, Stephi, was entertaining him in our bedroom. Stephi had recovered a lot of her independence over the past few years, which is good, but that independence came with a whole new set of problems.

While she was no longer completely controlled by her urges to have sex it was almost impossible for her to resist when someone, man or woman, propositioned her. And after the sex started she would become an unrepentant slut for the duration. Thankfully very few knew this about my wife and you’d be surprised at how many men didn’t have the courage to ask even when she was shamelessly flirting with them. So, yeah, I had to put up with my brother stopping by a couple of times a week, sporadic visits from some of his frat brothers, her therapist during her “therapy sessions”, and a few ballsy others but it was nothing like what I'd imagined when I’d first brought Stephi home. She no longer felt the need for cheat days where she’d have no holds barred sex with as many men as she could for a day or two.

Our son had been her saving grace. As he became more aware, Stephi became more careful about her behavior in front of him. She didn’t want our son knowing his mother was a slut and that had created a crack in the conditioning she’d been given that the therapist had been able to exploit. It had started with Stephi being able to resist her urges when she was around our son and had blossomed into independent thought.

She was able to hold meaningful conversations now. She was able to take our son to the park by herself. She went grocery shopping (with our son) and was able to decide what we’d have for dinner. Life was a lot better. My parents didn’t have to come over everyday and were able to enjoy their retirement. We were able to visit her parents without them judging her and they finally saw her for the victim she truly was. And selfishly, sex with Stephi had never been better. Like with other guys she never said no to me either and she still had sex like a harem girl.

My brother was really the sorest point in our marriage. He took advantage of Stephi’s condition too often. At least three times a week he was knocking on our door shortly after dinner always with a present in hand for his nephew. Within five minutes of his arrival Stephi was always giving me the sign to take our son out somewhere and I know as soon as we were out the door my brother was balls deep inside my wife on our marital bed.

This time my son and I had gone to the park. When we returned home over an hour later my brother’s car was still parked out front so I’d immediately taken him to the swing set in the backyard. He loved to swing and it was the only thing I could think of to distract him from the fact that his uncle was still inside. The last thing he needed was to hear his mom and favorite uncle having noisy sex upstairs.

About fifteen minutes after we got home, Stephi stepped through the sliding glass door into the backyard looking for all the world as if everything were normal and she hadn’t had my younger brother’s dick invading every hole in her body for the previous hour and a half. Her smile always made my heart stir and it was never bigger than when she had a satisfying bout of sex; at that moment it was large enough to brighten the coldest darkest room. Other than her smile, the only indication anything had happened while we were out were a few out of place hairs on her head. She was fully dressed, her clothes were all straight, and she walked as if she hadn’t a care in the world.

“How are my two favorite men?” she said cheerily. She tickled our son as he swung forward toward her and then walked to the side to give me a kiss. Her breath was minty fresh; she’d brushed before she came out and I wondered if my brother had made her do ass to mouth. It never bothered her, in fact I think she enjoyed it, but she knew I didn’t like kissing her after. So she’d brushed for me. That was fairly new, thinking of the comfort of others. “Johnathan’s gone,” she whispered to me. She didn’t want to say his name in front of our son. If he heard it he’d be asking after his uncle until he went to sleep and from experience she knew it would be easier to put him down if he just forgot his uncle had ever been over.

We went inside a short time later and Stephi started his bedtime routine while I loaded the dishwasher. Later on we switched and I read him a story while Stephi finished cleaning up the kitchen. It was so awesome having my partner back. Just a year before I would never have been able to trust her alone like that. She would have wandered out the front door to find some random guy to fuck. Now that her need for sex was diminished she could be trusted to do all sorts of housework all day.

One thing we don’t get to do though is go out, especially to bars. Stephi's looks draw a lot of attention and her bubbly personality makes it worse. We tried it once and I wound up going home alone. I’m still not sure where Stephi ended up but she got dropped off late the next morning by a couple of young guys in a jeep. I’m pretty sure one of them was our waiter from the restaurant we'd eaten at before we went to the club to go dancing. When I asked her, all she would tell me was that she'd showed a couple of guys a good time.

I went back down to the kitchen to help Stephi finish up after our son was down for the night. “He go down all right?” Stephi asked. She never apologized for the other men she fucked and only talked about it to get me excited when we were making love. My brother was such a frequent bed partner of hers that she never even acknowledged sleeping with him anymore unless I was inside her.

“Yeah, although he asks for more and more books every night.”

“That just means he’s going to be a good reader, like his daddy,” Stephi replied hugging me and resting her head against my chest. At times like that I could almost forget all the problems we had and the strains they put on our relationship.

We went to bed a little while later after. And yes I asked my wife for sex. I had been rock hard the whole time at the park and in the backyard. Of course she was still slick with my brother’s cum in both holes and she teased me about it while we made love. She told me how hard he liked to use her, how many times he made her cum, how good his cock felt inside her. She said he told her he never bothered to get a serious girlfriend because he knew she’d always be there to take care of him. And she promised that she would, that all of her holes would always be available to him to dump his loads no matter what. It always amazes me how she can go from being the sweetest most wholesome woman in the world one minute to a complete and utter slut the next. She did it for my benefit, of course. She knew how much I liked to hear about her sex partners when we were making love.

After we finished, and Stephi was snuggled up against me with her head on my chest, a sign of affection she reserved only for me, she asked me a question that took me by such surprise I couldn’t think of how to answer for a few seconds. “Have you given any though to a vacation this summer?”

Stephi and I hadn’t been on vacation for six years, since that fateful trip to the Bahamas. I’d spent so much time looking for her and then taking care of her that I never had any time off; until now. “Well, I don’t…I don’t know.” I responded lamely. I wasn’t sure Stephi was really ready for a real vacation, although it was one sure way to get her away from guys like my brother. A couple weeks with her all to myself sounded very appealing.

“It’s just that…your brother and a couple of his frat buddies…they’re going to Miami Beach in June after graduation. I know you wouldn’t want me to go,” she said apologetically, “but I’m having a hard time saying, ‘no’. It’s just the thought of being a fuck bunny for the three of them for two weeks…” she didn’t finish the sentence but there was no need. Her body was pressed against mine and I easily felt her shudder in orgasm at the mere thought of being at the beck and call of my brother and his two friends like some paid whore. I felt like I was punched in the gut as I hadn’t been able to give her an orgasm while we made love just moments before. “If we had plans of our own it would be easy to…”

“We could go to Disneyland,” I said quickly. “Stay at the Disney hotel?” It wasn’t a long trip. Only about a four hour drive and our son would enjoy it.

“Actually I was thinking we could leave him with my parents. They’re dying to spend more time with him. They’d probably love to take him to Disneyland though,” Stephi answered. That actually didn’t bother me. The last time I’d been I think I spent more time waiting in line than anything else.

“Did you have something in mind?” I asked knowing that she’d obviously thought about it. “No beaches though.”

“Definitely. No beaches,” Stephi echoed. "At least tropical ones," she amended. I think both of us had had enough of that for a while as a vacation. “I was thinking about all the fun we used to have when we were in college. You know, when we would go camping? We haven’t done that in a long time.”

We hadn’t. But I remembered those trips fondly too. Although I think most of our fun back then was from all the drinking and smoking we did. “Sure. That sounds like fun. But how about we go somewhere we haven’t been before? Like further north? Oregon…or Washington?”

“Yes!” Stephi said excitedly sitting up on her knees next to me. “We could hit a couple of campsites. Stay a couple of days in each. Some on the way up and different ones on the way down.” It sounded like a great idea to me. A nice quiet vacation away from everybody. We wouldn’t even have to much interaction with anyone if we didn’t want. Just Stephi and me alone. My brother would have to get some other woman to take to Florida, if he could even find one with his personality.

Stephi was so excited about our trip. Every day I came home from work she had some new part of our trip worked out that she wanted to show me. Her enthusiasm was so infectious that I found myself looking forward to what became her nightly rundown of our trip’s details. The best part was never once did I come home and find a strange (or familiar) car in the driveway; Stephi was always home alone with our son. Never once did I get a text from her telling me our son was with my parents while she went “out”. She was so engrossed in planning our vacation that her extracurricular activities ceased while our lovemaking was as good as ever.

Even when we went out shopping to replace the camping gear we had long neglected and Stephi received the usual flirts from every male we interacted with, she didn’t flirt back. I hadn’t seen her so focused and in control in years. The way I watched her shut men down before they even got started made me realize something else: Stephi had invited the propositions she had received before. My loving wife had always been in control, subtly and not so subtly letting men know that she was available. It was an amazing and very welcome transformation to see.

Finally the day we were set to leave arrived. We woke up early and I started packing the car while Stephi got our son ready for his stay with his grandparents. We drove about an hour out of our way to drop him off but Stephi’s parents were extremely happy to see him and had to get their own stuff packed for a stay at the Disneyland hotel. We didn’t stay long at her parent’s house and after about twenty minutes we were back on our way to our first destination, the Klamath National Forest.

When we arrived at the campsite I was glad Stephi had made reservations as the campground was nearly full and she had reserved one of the best spots. Setting up the tent was as much a pain in the ass as I remember and while I struggled with it Stephi went to check in with the camp host. She came back with an older man named Steve, one half of the couple hosting the campground.

“You’re wife said you’re having trouble,” he said congenially.

“Yeah,” I admitted, laughing. “It’s been a while and the first time with this tent.” Steve was a pro and with his help the tent was set up in no time. When he left he told me if I needed help with anything else just holler at him. Stephi said he and his wife Tracy were the cutest couple. They were both recent retirees who loved the outdoors and decided to be camp hosts to keep busy during the summer.

Stephi and I finished setting up our campsite together. It was still early when we finished so we decided to take a quick hike. When we got back we had some new neighbors in the site next to ours, a man and his two teenage sons who were just setting up. I gave a polite greeting to the dad who merely grunted in return but I received a happy wave from the youngest son.

While we were preparing dinner the youngest teen wandered over to our site with a measuring cup in hand. “My dad said to ask if you could spare any cooking oil,” the boy said timidly. “We forgot ours.” Stephi and I looked at each other for a second then Stephi turned to the boy with a big smile.

“Of course,” she said. The boy’s nervousness eased at Stephi’s natural open nature. She got out our oil and poured some into his measuring cup.

“Thank you!” he said cheerily. He was probably about fourteen and seemed a little smitten with Stephi, something I was used to seeing.

“If you need anything else, just ask,” Stephi told him.

The boy smiled again and covered the measuring cup with his hand. “I’m sure we’ll need something,” he replied. “Mom was always in charge of the packing and this is our first time camping since…” The boy didn’t finish his sentence but looked down into the dirt, the smile fading from his lips.

“It’s okay,” she said patting him on the arm. “My name’s Stephi, and this is my husband,” she said motioning toward me. “Anything you need, just ask.” The boy promised he would before trudging back to his own campsite. “Well, that made me just a little sad,” Stephi said once the boy was out of earshot.

“Yeah,” I agreed looking over at their campsite and remembering how I felt when Stephi had been taken from me but also extremely grateful that I had gotten her back.

Stephi and I enjoyed our dinner and were sitting near our campfire playing cards when she smiled at me and giggled before rummaging through our food and pulling out marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers to make s’mores. I was in the middle of roasting my second marshmallow when the kid from the neighboring site came back over again. “Do you have any marshmallows you can spare?” he asked shyly. “My dad forgot to pack ours and he said that if I wanted s’mores I would have to ask.”

Stephi turned to him with a huge smile and said, “Of course! Why don’t you come here and roast the marshmallows with us.”

The kid smiled. “I’ll go ask my dad,” he said before turning and running away.

As soon as he was gone Stephi looked at me with concern and whispered, “Go over there and invite them all over. It sounds like the dad is having a tough time.”

I wholeheartedly agreed and followed after the young teen. He was pleading with his dad to let him roast marshmallows and have s’mores with us. “Hello,” I said in greeting. “My wife and I would like to invite the three of you over to have s’mores with us.” The dad looked skeptical and the older son looked uninterested. “We have beer,” I said to the dad with a smile.

The man smiled back and stood up with his hand held out, “Peter,” he said in way of greeting. “and that’s Scott,” he said pointing at his older son, “and Dylan,” he finished pointing towards the younger. I took his hand and introduced myself. “Thank you. We’d love to join you and your wife,” he said. The older son groaned in exasperation and stood up a little angrily. Common teenager. The younger one gave an excited jump and said, “Thank you,” over and over to his dad.

They folded up their camp chairs and carried them over to our camp. I resumed my seat next to Stephi, Dylan set his chair on Stephi’s other side so he was close to the fire, Scott grumpily set his up a little distance away from me, and Peter set his up alone on the other side of the campfire.

Stephi handed her stick to Dylan with a marshmallow already on the end of it half-roasted. “Here you go. I started it for you.”

“Thanks!” the boy said eagerly. He took over and it was obvious someone had taught him well. I offered my stick to Scott who took it with false annoyance then retrieved a couple of beers for me and Peter. I exchanged common small talk with Peter while the boys roasted marshmallow after marshmallow and consumed s’mores. Scott remained silent most of the time although he shared a few barbs with his brother sporadically while Stephi and Dylan talked about young teenager stuff.

I didn’t pay too much attention to Stephi and Dylan’s conversation until Dylan said, “he’s just mad because he wanted to spend the weekend with his girlfriend.” He was obviously talking about his brother who glared back at him.

“What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?” Stephi asked Dylan.

“No,” Dylan answered, making a face.

“What? Don’t like girls yet?” Stephi asked, giggling.

“Oh, I like girls a lot,” he responded. “But they don’t seem to like me.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a nerd,” Scott retorted. Apparently that’s as far as he would go with the insults while his dad was around. Even so, Peter looked like he was ready to say something if their barbs got out of hand.

But Dylan ignored him and said, “I’ve never even kissed a girl. Not really.”

“Oh? Is there any particular girl you’re interested in?” Stephi asked.

“Yeah. Katie, at school. We have a couple of classes together.” Scott laughed at him.

“Why don’t you ask her out?” Stephi asked.

“He’s too shy,” Scott said.

Dylan stuck his tongue out at his brother. “I just don’t know what to do,” Dylan explained. “How do I ask her? What do I say? Where do I take her? What do girls like?” he asked in rapid succession.

Stephi laughed a little but I think all three of us adults understood. The questions the young man was asking would normally have been answered by his mom. “Well,” Stephi started slowly while glancing over at his dad, “get to know her. Find out what she likes to do, where she likes to go. Then ask her if she wants to do that with you.”

“Okay,” he said nodding his head. “When do I get to kiss her? How should I kiss her?”

“You really seem stuck on kissing,” Stephi laughed.

“Well, I’ve never done it before,” Dylan said matter-of-factly.

“You just purse you lips like this,” Stephi said leaning down and looking like she was going to kiss the young boy. He backed his head away sharply before her lips could find his forehead. His brother laughed and Stephi made a frown. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Am I not as pretty as Katie?”

“No…I mean yes! Yes, you are,” Dylan said alarmed. “But not in front of everyone,” he said in a lot lower voice.

Stephi smiled mischievously, looked at Peter who nodded his head in permission, stood up, and reached her hand out to Dylan. “Come with me,” she said, pulling him out of his chair. She never looked to me to see if I approved; she just led him over to our tent and went inside. For several seconds we could hear their whispered voices but I don’t think either of the other two could make out what they were saying and I know I couldn’t even though I was closest to the tent.

Then Stephi let out a low moan followed by a clear, “That was…that was good,” from her.

“Did I do it right with my tongue?” Dylan asked. I think with the excitement of the kissing they both forgot about the whispering.

“Yes…yes,” just right. More of Stephi moaning followed and several times I could make out lip smacking. “Yes, put your hand there,” I Stephi said panting hard. “Move it around a little.” Followed by more lip smacking.

Peter looked a little concerned and stood up. I was trying to control the butterflies starting to flutter in my stomach and Scott had an amused smirk on his face. Peter quickly crossed over to the tent but didn’t enter; he just remained standing outside with both hands holding the poles in front and his ear cocked toward the zipped up door.

“Is…is that good?” Dylan asked.

“Yessss,” Stephi moaned. “I like when they’re pinched.”

Peter’s head jerked back and he quiqkly ripped one of the zippers down enough to poke his head in. “Dad!” Dylan said startled. Peter looked for a second then pulled the zipper down enough for him to step through then pulled it up behind him.

“Don’t stop,” I heard Peter say a little gruffly. “Keep doing what you were doing.” The lip smacking started again, a little at first and then grew more and more intense and Stephi started moaning again. “That’s good, Dylan,” Peter said, “but fondle her a little more gently.”

I squirmed in my chair as I listened to them. Scott was staring at the tent while absently roasting a marshmallow. “Like this?” Dylan said.

“Yeah, like that,” Peter responded in a voice dripping with lust and Stephi moaned out in agreement. “Now move your hand down slowly,” Peter instructed. “Go slow so the girl doesn’t get scared. That’s good. Now slide it under the waist of her shorts.”

“Under the waist?” Dylan asked excitedly.

“Yeah,” Peter responded. “With most girls you wouldn’t be able to move this fast, but with a slut like Stephi here, it’s okay.

“A slut?” Dylan asked. “How do you know Stephi’s a slut, Dad?”

“Because she’s standing here half naked in front of a grown man she just met and his teenage son,” Peter responded. “And she’s not protesting that she’s not a slut. Keep kissing her, Dylan.”

My ears were burning and Scott turned to me with a smug smirk plastered across his face. Stephi was continually moaning and groaning and I could hear things dropping down and hitting our sleeping bags. “Now, most girls wouldn’t let you take their clothes off so easily,” I heard Peter advise. “You never want to do anything if the girls says, 'no'.”

“She didn’t say, 'no' because she a slut, Dad?” Dylan asked.

“That’s right, son. Now that she’s naked, go ahead and take your own clothes off. Do it quickly; you don’t want her to feel left alone.” I could hear the little Lothario kick his shoes off and then more clothes hitting our sleeping bag. “Good,” Peter said, “now help her lie down.” Shuffling bodies were easily heard.

“Should I kiss her some more, Dad?”

“Yes. Girls like that. You can never kiss a girl enough once she lets you do it.” The heavy sounds of open mouth kissing again filled my ears as well as moaning and groaning from my wife. “That’s good, Dylan. Very good. Now slide your hand down again. Between her legs.” Stephi gasped suddenly. “She’s wet, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, Dad. Really wet!” Dylan said in amazement.

“That’s to help your dick get inside her. Now, most girls won’t be that wet at your age from just kissing, especially if it’s their first time. They’ll be nervous. So you’ll have to do more to help them.”

“What, Dad?”

“Use your mouth on her pussy,” Peter said.

“My mouth?” Dylan asked.

“Yes. Girls love it.” I heard some more shifting around and another sharp gasp from Stephi. “That’s it. Stimulate that little nub there with your tongue.” Stephi was moaning louder and louder now and from the noises sounded like she was squirming all around. “That’s it. Keep doing that. With other girls you want to do it until their good and wet and begging for it. Stephi’s already wet and eager but keep doing it anyway. It could take some time.” Stephi was nearly squealing and sounded like she was getting close to cumming.

“How’s your dick feel?” Peter asked Dylan after a few minutes.

“Really hard, Dad,” the boy said. “And I just feel this urge…this need to put it inside her.”

“Yeah, so do I,” Peter replied. “Probably a good time to stop with your mouth. Now, hold on! Crawl up her slow. You want to treat every girl with respect. Even a slut. It goes a long way.”

“Okay, Dad.”

“Good. Now, take your dick in your hand and put it up against her opening. See it? See how she’s a little open right there? Most girls you’re with won’t be as open as Stephi and you’ll have a harder time finding it.”

“But Stephi’s a slut, right Dad?”

“Yep. You’ve got it, Dylan. Now, put the head in and do it nice and slow. It will hurt most girls your age and if you do it too fast you’ll cum too soon. That’s it. Nice and slow.” Both Dylan and Stephi sighed loudly. “Good. Good. Now you can lie down on top of her. That’s it. Move your hips slowly. Slower…slower! That’s it.” I listened intently as Peter guided Dylan through the fucking of my sweet Stephi. The sound of their naked bodies sliding on top of the sleeping bags seemed to fill the entire campsite but I’m sure my mind made it much louder than it really was.

“Yes, Dylan fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” Stephi chanted, the first words she had spoken in a while. “Harder, Dylan. Harder! Fuck me harder!” Their bodies were slapping together noisily and any other campers walking by would no doubt hear my wife begging the young teen to fuck her harder. It was hard to keep from taking my own cock out and jerking it while listening to them.

The young teen, being a young teen, didn’t last very long. And a few minutes after the fucking started his telltale groan indicating he was cumming in my wife erupted from the tent. I nearly came in my own shorts as I sat there and listened to the boy filling my wife with his seed. Soon the noises stopped and it was quiet for a couple of minutes before Peter spoke again.

“Dylan, you need to get your weight off her. I know you’re tired now but you have to remember that most of the girls you’ll have sex with will be much smaller than you.” I heard a small groan of protest from Dylan than the sound of shuffling bodies. “Good. Wow! You certainly filled her up! Now, normally you’d snuggle up with the girl, tell her how much you love her, and how great the sex was but Stephi here has a couple more dicks to satisfy. So tell her, “Thank you,” get dressed, and send your brother in.

I heard a few more grumbled complaints, then a, “Thank you, Stephi,” followed by the rustling of clothes. A weary but happy Dylan stumbled from the tent a minute later. He didn’t have to say anything to his brother, Scott just shot him a shit eating grin and the older teen made a beeline for the tent. As Scott went in Dylan dramatically collapsed into his chair and eventually resumed toasting marshmallows over the dying fire as if nothing had happened.

I threw another log on, partly to keep the fire going, partly to adjust my aching cock into a more comfortable position, and partly to cover the sounds of Scott starting to fuck my wife. There was no talking this time, no instructions from his dad. Apparently Scott already knew what to do, evident by the sounds of pleasure Stephi was making.

No talking, just Stephi and Scott moaning, groaning, and crying out in pleasure. Dylan kept sneaking glances behind him at the tent. He burned more than one marshmallow while his concentration was split between the stick in his hand and the activity behind us. But he never looked guilty; if anything he looked envious and like he wanted another go at my wife himself.

Scott only lasted a little while longer than his brother however, and soon enough he was grunting as he finished inside my wife’s clinging pussy, adding his cum to his brother’s. Some audible kissing followed after they went quiet and then I heard Scott thank Stephi too. A couple of minutes later the tent zipper opened quickly and Scott came out. He closed it behind him and crossed smugly back over to his chair.

I thought maybe it would just be the boys but that was a naïve thought. Stephi and Peter stayed in the tent. They whispered for a few seconds and I heard the rustle of more clothing being removed. Then he was in her, moving slow at first like he had instructed Dylan. We all knew the moment of penetration because Stephi cried out; he must have been bigger than either of his sons. The grunting and groaning was louder too leaving behind any doubt that the pair were really enjoying themselves.

Stephi came while Peter had her, something that hadn't happened with his sons, but it was hard to know whether she came because she was already close or if she came because he was just that good. After they were finished they came out together and Stephi unabashedly resumed her chair next to me and asked if it was her turn at the card game we were playing. Peter retrieved another beer and went back to his chair as if nothing had happened.

None of us talked about it or acknowledged what had happened, not even Dylan who was hopping up and down in his seat with nervous energy. But Stephi kept her legs spread after that, showing off the growing wet spot in the crotch of her shorts from their collective cum and the two boys kept staring at it; Dylan with surprise and Scott with smug satisfaction. I was just waiting for them to leave so I could take Stephi back to the tent to take care of the raging hard on I was sporting.

Unfortunately for me things didn’t go as I’d hoped. Stephi and I had resumed our card game and she continued talking to Dylan about school and girls. I got really excited when Peter announced to the boys that it was time to hit the sack but then Dylan asked, “Stephi, can you sleep in our tent tonight?”

Stephi had strange smile on her face. “I don’t know if there’s enough room in your tent for me,” she said to the young teen with a glance toward Peter giving him an out if he wanted one. But it would have taken either an incredibly strong-willed or an incredibly stupid man to tell Stephi she couldn’t share their tent and Peter proved to be neither of those.

“There’s room,” he said simply with a nod. He did give me a little apologetic look as the four of them stood up to head over to their campsite. Stephi didn’t give me an apologetic look all though she did thank me in advance for putting everything away at our campsite. After I finished cleaning up I tortured myself and quietly crept toward their campsite. Any doubt about what was going on in their tent was erased as soon as he got close. There was a light on inside the tent and soft male and female groans were emanating from inside.

My cock throbbed painfully and I quietly made my way back to our own campsite and tent. When I unzipped the tent the reek of sex hit my nose. I stood outside for a minute with the flap open letting it air out. Stephi and I had zipped our sleeping bags together so we could sleep in one big one and I was eager to crawl inside and jack off. After I got undressed I knelt down to pull open the bag and my hand hit slimy wetness. I raised my hand to my nose and smelled the unmistakable scent of cum.

The wet spot was large and right in the middle of the bag on top. I felt around between the two bags to see if it had penetrated the inside and it had on the top and bottom. The boys must have pumped an unbelievable amount of cum in my wife and when their dad fucked her most of it came out. Cursing, I unzipped the two bags and then zipped up the one that had been underneath since it was the least wet. Just my luck, no sex, but I was still sleeping in the wet spot.

I didn’t sleep well though; images of my wife with various men flitted through my mind. I thought we had gotten beyond sex with random men but I should have known better. And my reaction puzzled me as always. Why did I always get so hard when I knew my wife was being fucked? I lie there in the wet spot slowly stroking my dick while I imagined Peter and his boys on top of her one after the other.

I had a headache from lack of sleep when I woke up the next morning and Stephi hadn’t returned so I stayed in bed for awhile. When I finally woke up I heard the familiar crackle of a fire coming from Peter’s campsite so I walked over there and found Peter alone sipping coffee.

“Oh, hey man,” he greeted me. “Good morning. You look like you need a cup of coffee.”

“Yeah,” I admitted. He still had some made so he got a mug out to pour me a cup.

“The boys will never say this,” he said as he poured the hot coffee, “but they really appreciate you letting Stephi stay with us last night. She’s something else.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said lamely. I didn’t know what else to say. I had been both pissed and aroused the night before and as soon as I got up to no Stephi the feelings had come back.

“They should be out soon,” he said noticing my eyes continually drifting towards his tent as we both stood near the fire sipping our coffee. “When the boys woke up this morning they wanted to dp her one more time and she was more than willing to oblige. I was done after my third time last night but the boys…they kept going one after the other almost all night,” he continued, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t think they slept for more than an hour and they kept me up most of the night too.”

Stephi emerged from their tent about five minutes later looking more than a little disheveled. “Good morning, Honey,” she said walking over to give me a kiss and steal a sip of my coffee. She was shivering a little as the morning was a bit chilly and overcast and she was still wearing the tank top and shorts from the day before. “I need a shower and a change of clothes,” Stephi said sniffing herself. I hadn’t wanted to say anything but she did reek of boy and cum. She kissed me again on the cheek and handed me back my coffee, “I’m gonna go get my things for a shower,” she told me as she headed off to our campsite.

I took a minute to finish my coffee, then thanked Peter and handed him the mug back before following Stephi. She was nude in our tent when I entered pulling out some sweats to wear to the camp bathroom for her shower. Cum was trailing down her thighs from both her pussy and ass as she stood there bent over her bag. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to have her.

I pushed her down to her knees aggressively. “Honey, what…?” she started to say until I roughly felt between her legs. Both holes were raw and open from the continuous pounding the boys had given her during the night and early morning. I lowered my pants and shoved my cock into her cum filled pussy while I grabbed her by the hair and pulled up hard. “Honey, you never take me like this!” she called out as I rammed all my frustration from the previous night into her.

Her pussy was warmer and wetter than I had ever felt it. As I pounded in and out cum started running out coating my cock and balls. “Honey, remember you love me!” Stephie cried out. Then she was cumming on my cock, her pussy clamping down and pulsing all along the length of my rod as I continued to ram in and out of her. Her legs were slipping on the slick sleeping bag and soon she was flat on her stomach with me on top of her.

She felt tighter this way and the cum started boiling in my balls quickly. I was gasping in her ear, my hand still wrapped in her hair but I was no longer pulling up on it. Stephi cried out each time I plunged into her; her pussy squelched obscenely as well like a shoe pulling out of thick mud. I was oblivious to anything else, I was just my plunging cock going in and out of her tightly grasping pussy. She came again so hard that it actually became hard to move inside her. It was too much for me and after a couple more strokes I bellowed and came with her, finally filling my wife with a load of my own.

I collapsed on top of her, no longer able to hold myself up. I didn’t remember where I was until she started wriggling underneath me. I leaned up and kissed the back of her neck tenderly while still buried inside her shrinking. “Mmmm, Honey,” she moaned. “What brought that on?”

“I had to wait all night,” I replied. “I just…wanted you so badly.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just…Dylan was so cute the way he asked…” I kissed her to stop her from talking. I didn’t want to hear the excuses. I only wanted to enjoy the moment.

I had the spring back in my step as we headed towards the showers and it lasted for hours. Stephi was playful as we went on a longer hike, flashing my camera when no one else was around. Many people were on the trail but there were still breaks where we didn’t see another soul. At one point I felt daring enough to lead my wife off the trail for a romp in the woods and of course she couldn’t say, “no” so we had sex with her leaning back against a tree.

I was disappointed, however, when we returned to our campsite early evening and saw that Peter and his sons still had the site next to ours. They weren’t around though and I hoped they stayed away until late. But when I returned from filling our pot with water to get dinner started Dylan was leading a giggling Stephi by the hand back over to their camp. She waved to me as she went off with him and butterflies filled my stomach.

I tried not to think about it and went about preparing our spaghetti dinner. She hadn’t returned by the time I had everything ready so I walked over to Peter’s site. He was still preparing dinner for himself and the boys and it was obvious where the other three were as his tent was moving around a lot. “Howdy,” he called out to me. He handed me an unopened beer and apologized, “Sorry about Dylan. I told him he should wait until later tonight before he asked her over but he’s been so excited all day he just couldn’t wait.”

I mumbled something back to him, I don’t remember what. Something about boys being boys. Whatever it was Peter agreed with me and took it to mean that I was okay with everything that was going on. “Dylan looks so good on top of your wife,” he said proudly. “You should see them together. Watch out, I think he has a bit of a crush on her.”

I found myself walking slowly over to their tent and unzipping a small part of the opening, just big enough to see through. Inside, Dylan lying on top of Stephi and Peter was right; he did look good on top of her. His butt clenched and unclenched as he thrust into her, not really pulling out of her just pushing their groins together harder. Stephi was caressing the back of his head with one hand, keeping their mouths locked together as they shared one long passionate kiss. It never ended while he was on top of her, their lips never parted but their mouths moved together as they moaned.

I’ve seen Stephi with others before but I had never witnessed her like this. The passion between the two was real and intense; the way her hand tussled his hair, the way their lips crushed together, the way her hand gripped his young ass cheek as she pulled him inside her again and again. It was like being punched in the gut over and over again. I felt sick, I wanted to throw up, but somehow I remained standing there rooted to the spot.

Stephi came before the boy, crying into his mouth as her body tensed underneath him. He wasn’t far behind her though and before she completely relaxed he was groaning and cumming. I could see his hairless hanging balls contract against her bottom as he filled her. She caressed him in complete bliss for several moments until Scott, who had been sitting naked in the corner of the tent grew impatient for his turn.

Dylan reluctantly rolled off my wife to make way for his brother but he didn’t go far and I noticed that he held onto her hand. Scott quickly knelt down between Stephi’s thighs and pushed her knees back towards her shoulders. This is what I was used to seeing, my wife being used like a slut. His cock was in her the next second and he was pounding down into her upturned cunt with his hanging sac bouncing off her bottom. Stephi got very vocal as he sliced up into her urging the teen to fuck her harder. I watched them fuck for a few minutes, marveling at the stamina of teenagers and letting this more normal scene wash away the image of her with Dylan.

My stomach settled and my cock started to rise uncomfortably. I quietly zipped up the tent and walked back over to Peter. “Let Stephi know that I have dinner waiting for her when she’s finished.” Peter nodded and took a long swig of his own beer as I walked away.

Stephi hadn’t returned by the time I finished eating. She hadn’t returned by the time I finished making some s’mores. She hadn’t returned by the time I finished cleaning up and had put all the food away. The fire died down and I walked back over to Peter’s camp. They had no fire going and there was no one in sight. Plenty of muffled noises were coming from their tent though. This time I resisted the urge to take a peek and went back to my own tent to sleep. It was a little easier this time to fall asleep but probably because of the lack of good sleep the night before.

I woke up late again, alone. I threw some clothes on and walked back over to the other site and as I got closer a sinking feeling grew in my stomach. The campsite was completely empty; car gone, tent and chairs gone, everything gone. I pulled out my phone and texted Stephi while I quickly walked back to our site and checked our car. That was the only other place I figured Stephi could have gone. It was locked with no sign that she had ever been there. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I panicked. I called her phone. No answer. I called again. No answer.

Not knowing what to do I walked over to the host campsite hoping they had any contact information for Peter. As I approached their site I could see their motor home rocking a bit. Christ, was everyone fucking except for me? I really wanted to knock but couldn’t so I just stood there trying to listen. Their motor home was too well insulated to hear anything but it was obvious to anyone paying attention what was going on inside.

Eventually I walked away, calling Stephi over and over again on the phone with no answer. My feet led me towards the bathrooms and just before I reached them I saw the wife half of the camp host, Tracy, heading back from there still wet from a shower. She must have seen the panicked look on my face because she asked me with a sympathetic look on her face, “Are you looking for your wife?”

“Yes! Yes!” I nearly shouted.

She giggled. “She was ‘saying goodbye’ to the Johnston boys and we invited her over for some coffee,” she said. “Come on, she’s probably still with Steve.”

We walked back over to the motor home with me thinking that I must have misinterpreted the rhythmic rocking I witnessed earlier. But as Tracy climbed the steps that led to the door she giggled again and shook her head, “Looks like they’re still at it.” When she opened the door the grunting and groaning emanating from the motor home confirmed what I had thought earlier I just had one of the fuckers wrong.

We were greeted with the sight of Steve’s gray haired covered ass humping away between a pair of young legs. I closed the door behind me as Tracy walked towards the bed. “Good God, Steve, you’ve never been able to last this long before,” she commented.

“I…didn’t,” he gasped as he continued thrusting. “Second…time.”

“Oh, I can see that. Look how frothy her cunt is. The miracle of those little blue pills.” She sat down on the bed next to the copulating pair and called me over. “Look how much cum is in your wife’s pussy!”

I approached slowly, cautiously. The loud slurping in and out of Steve’s cock becoming louder with every step. He had a good sized tool, wider at least than mine, and both he and Stephi were enjoying themselves. It wasn’t like with Dylan, but it wasn’t like with Scott either. It was two people greatly enjoying sex, not lovers, but also not one just using the other as a convenient cum dump.

Tracy was running her hand over her husband’s ass as he thrust in and out of Stephi. She was right, her husband’s cock was covered with cum, stirred up and frothy. “She’s messy again after I cleaned all the boys’ cum out of her.” Tracy stood up and took off her clothes then bent at the waist and put her head between her husband’s legs to lick his shaft and balls. After a few seconds she wiggled her butt at me. “What are you waiting for?” she asked.

Despite the gray hair Tracy was a good looking older woman with a good body. She obviously kept herself in shape and she and Steve apparently had an adventurous sex life. Watching her husband put it to Stephi had me hard and since Stephi was occupied I decided I might as well go for it. So for the first time since I met Stephi I found myself sinking my cock into another woman.

Tracy felt warm and wet inside. She was also loose but not unpleasantly so. Steve must have had her before she left for her shower. It felt good and I was able to sink into her until my stomach was pressing against her generous ass. Tracy moaned around her husband’s balls as I started sawing in and out of her. It was strangely exciting to watch her husband thrusting in and out of Stephi while I humped in and out of her. I felt more a part of Stephi’s fucking than I ever had watching her with another man.

I mostly had a view of Steve’s back and ass as it swept forward and back clenching into hardened muscle as he pistoned his cock in and out of Stephi. I caught an occasional glimpse of Stephi’s head as she peeked around his shoulder to smile at me and of course I could see her legs, thighs, and pussy.

As in shape as Tracy was, she still started having a hard time staying on her feet while I pounded into her so she had me stop and she crawled up on the bed next to Stephi. It was very strange pumping the older woman right next to where Stephi was getting plowed. Stephi’s spread leg was brushing against my hip in rhythm with Steve’s thrusts.

“You like that young cock?” Steve asked his wife.

It had been several years since I’d thought of myself as ‘young’ but Tracy affirmed that she did like what I was doing. “He feels so hard inside me,” she moaned to her husband. I looked down at his thick fleshy cock as it disappeared and reappeared inside my wife. It looked so thick that I doubted it ever felt as hard as I was at that moment watching my wife get fucked.

I came suddenly, spewing what felt like a bucket full of cum inside the older woman. “Wow! That’s quite a load,” she giggled. “I can feel it all up in me.” I rolled off her and she got up quickly to clean up. I just lied there on my side watching Steve slide his fat meat in and out of my wife’s wide stretched pussy. “Is this what we’re going to do today?” Tracy asked as she came back from the small bathroom still wiping at her crotch.

“Actually, Stephi and I are checking out today. We really need to get going,” I said never taking my eyes off my wife and Steve.

“Oh, that’s right,” Tracy said. “Today is your checkout day. Why don’t I help you pack up your campsite and let these two finish? Does that sound good to you too Steve?”

“Yeah…yeah,” Steve said between gasps.

Tracy and I got dressed while her husband and my wife continued to fuck. “Don’t mind him dear,” Tracy said to me when she saw me continually glancing at them. “He takes his little blue pill so he can keep it up for a couple of hours. Eventually he’ll cum or go soft.” She exited the mobile home before me while I gave one last lingering look to the fornicating couple on the bed.

Tracy and I packed up the campsite in what seemed to me record time. Not that I was particularly eager to leave but I was eager to get back to my wife. It was hard to believe that this sixty-plus year old woman had my cum trickling down her thighs but she mentioned it more than once as she helped me pack. “We rarely find couples to play with out here,” Tracy commented as we folded the tent. “But then we saw Stephi giving those two boys some goodbye blowjobs and we knew the two of you would be fun.” She got closer and whispered, “You two should be careful. Those two boys were obviously underage and if she had been caught by someone else it could have led to some trouble.”

I assured Tracy I understood and that we would take better care to be discreet in the future. We continued to chit chat while we packed everything in the car and when we were finished we drove it over to their site and parked next to their motor home. When we got out it was obvious the motor home was still rocking. Tracy shook her head in disbelief as she climbed up the steps again with me in tow.

This time when we entered Stephi was on her hands and knees on the bed and both of them were grunting loudly with exertion. “Good God, Steve! Are you still trying to cum in her a second time?!” Tracy asked in exasperation.

Steve shook his head and managed to gasp out, “Third.”

“Third?” You need to give the poor girl a rest. You’re going to wear her pussy out,” Tracy said laughing as she approached them again. “Oh, I see you are giving her pussy a rest.”

I walked over to join her and saw that he was indeed giving her pussy a rest and instead was working out her over-stretched anus. It looked like he was trying to shove a power pole into a gopher hole and that was the reason for all the grunting noises the two were making. “Pull out for a second Steve,” his wife asked and Steve paused then pulled out what seemed an unending length of thick man meat. Tracy held Stephi’s butt cheeks open while my wife was breathing hard with her face pressed tightly in the bed. Stephi’s anus gaped widely. “Mmmmm,” Tracy moaned. “Look at that gape. You’re not going to be feeling the sides of that anytime soon,” she said to me. She was right.

Steve pressed his large cock back against my wife’s relatively smaller hole. His cock sank in slowly widening the hole as it went and causing both Steve and Stephi to audibly groan. Both Tracy and I stood there transfixed as her husband sodomized my wife. A knock at the door broke our reverie and Tracy reflexively took a step toward it before pausing. Steve didn’t pause and neither he nor Stephi made any move to cease their anal fornication. Tracy turned back to me and said, “You should wait here and enjoy the show. It’s probably just someone checking in.”

The knock came again before Tracy managed to get to the door and open it. I could hear the voice of the man at the door so I’m sure he could hear the louder noises Steve and Stephi were making but Tracy was quickly outside and I wasn’t sure whether he asked about the sounds or not. My attention shifted back to my wife and the cock burrowing in and out of her anus. Stephi must have felt my eyes on her because she turned her head which had been pressed face down on the mattress and looked at me. She reached over and grabbed my hand.

“Please, Honey, let me cum,” she said to me. I didn’t understand.

“You don’t need my permission,” I told her bewildered.

“I know. I’m going to cum. I want you to…to tell me it’s okay.” I was shocked by the pleading look on her face; I thought she might start to cry.

“What…what do you mean?” I asked.

She squeezed my hand. “Please! Just say it. Everyone says it but you…but you’re the only one I need to hear it from.” If Steve thought this exchange was weird he didn’t show it. His face was a mask of concentration as he pushed and pulled his thick cock in and out of Stephi’s hole. I understood what Stephi meant. I had viewed her need for orgasm as something that needed to be curtailed or cured. But it was a part of her now. She might be able to distract herself from it for a short time but it was still there constantly stalking her.

“It’s okay,” I finally said. “It’s okay to cum, Baby.” And cum she did. Her body stiffened and her hand gripped mine in a death grip as she grunted loudly. She stopped breathing for several seconds with her mouth open and her face turning red. Her breath finally came out in a big whoosh and her grip on my hand relaxed. Steve groaned loudly and his hips slammed into Stephi’s ass three times violently and then held it there.

“God damn!” the older man finally exclaimed when he was able to talk. “That was amazing! Just amazing!” He started pulling his softening log out of her ass. When the head emerged it was with an audible, “plop,” followed by a rush of cream colored cum. He kept his cock there less than an inch from Stephi’s openings with his hands on his hips as he took a breather. His flagging cock bobbed up and down a bit but refused to go down completely.

“I’ve never met a woman who could take my cock so easily right off the bat!” he said to me. “Your wife is wonderful!” I intended to make our excuses and get Stephi out of there so we could leave, but before I could say anything Steve was poking his semi-erect cock at Stephi’s cunt through the steady stream of his cum that was pouring out of her asshole. He had to heft his heavy member at the base in order to get the head up to penetrate her properly but once he did that, he easily sank into her with a satisfying groan. “Your wife has the sweetest cunt,” he moaned out loud to me. Yeah, tell me something I don’t already know.

He grabbed her by the hips and started thrusting in and out, short strokes at first then slowly getting longer and longer until he was shafting her with the entire length of his long thick meat, pulling out until just the head was right at the lips and then slamming it back in for all he was worth. Her pussy became even more of a frothy mess of cum from both of them making his pubic hair look even more gray as he solidly ran his cock in and out of her. Both Steve and Stephi were covered in sweat and reeked of sex from their hours long session.

As I sat there watching them and listening to the noises my wife made I think I finally understood; I don’t think I really had before, but at that moment it just clicked inside my brain how much Stephi truly needed to fucked like this without regard. She still held onto my hand and was softly chanting, “Thank you…thank you…thank you…” over and over again. At first I thought she was thanking Steve but then she squeezed my hand to draw my attention which had been riveted on the point where Steve’s unreal tool was filling her tight gripping quim. As my eyes met hers I realized she was thanking me; for being there with her, for letting her know it was all right for her to cum, for letting her enjoy this incredible fucking without guilt.

I brushed the hair from her sweaty forehead and then bent down and kissed her enjoying the saltiness of her soft skin as Steve jostled her back and forth. I don’t know if it was coincidence or not but Stephi started cumming as soon as my lips touched her forehead. Her chanting changed from, “Thank you,” to “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“Christ that feels goooood!” Steve groaned. “Your pussy gets so tight when you cum!” And then Steve was cumming again himself, filling my wife with what I believe was his fourth load that morning. He groaned and shuddered while he was buried to the hilt in her pussy, his hands spreading the cheeks of her perfect ass so he could get even further inside.

The seemed to stay connected forever but when Steve finally pulled out with a loud wet “schlop” a river of cum followed behind his cock as it left her vagina. His dick finally looked like it was going soft and as Steve wiped the sweat off his brow he said, “I think I’ve finally had enough…although your pussy is so tempting, Stephi, if I didn’t have work to do I’d be tempted to keep going.” Stephi giggled and wiggled her ass in response before slowly getting up off the bed. Steve flopped down onto his back next to where Stephi had been kneeling and I got up and stood next to my wife.

I caressed her back lightly and she shuddered. “We should get going,” I told her.

“Yes, you’re right,” she agreed. Stephi picked up her shoes and clothes but didn’t bother to put them on. “We’re off, Steve,” she told the resting older man. “Say goodbye to Tracy for me.”

“Yeah, okay,” he responded almost out of it. “Call us if you’re ever in the neighborhood.”

“Yes, will do,” Stephi giggled. “I have your number and your cock is welcome anytime.” She reached out and gave the aforementioned member, which was lying limply on Steve’s thigh almost to his knee, a playful tug before turning to leave with me still naked but holding her clothes in front of her so that she was mostly covered. I raised my eyebrow questioning her but she just shrugged and continued following me to the door.

Stephi at least looked around to make sure no one was watching before running to the passenger door after I had the car unlocked. She got in quickly then arranged her shirt under her butt so her leaking pussy and ass wouldn’t make a mess on the seat and leaned her seat back so that her body was below the window. It would be hard for anyone to see her unless a vehicle sitting higher than our SUV would be driving beside us.

I started the car as soon as she was situated and we were heading towards our second destination, Harris Beach State Park in Oregon. “Thank you,” Stephi said taking my hand and propping her feet up on the dash. “You don’t know how much that meant to me.”

I looked at my wife and thought, “I think I do…I think I finally do.”

Shattered Paradise 3

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