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Camping Out
by MyWifeDeanna (mywifedeanna@yahoo.com)
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Three couples go camping on Memorial Day weekend, and
my wife has more fun than anyone else. (MMF, nc, used-
wife, alcohol, husb-voy)
***
We went camping over Memorial Day weekend with 2 other
couples, our best friends. Jeannie and I are in our mid
30s, as are our friends, John and Lynda, and Mark and
Cassie. We're all in decent shape and good looking, and
we enjoy each others company, and I'm sure each of the
guys doesn't mind seeing the other one's wives, either.
We had found a great spot the year before - you have to
park and then hike for about 20 minutes, but it's
completely private and has a great view of a lake, with
a perfect grassy patch to set up the tents. After
setting up the tents Saturday morning, we had a great
day of swimming, hiking, and just hanging out.
As the sun set, we broke out the beer, then the harder
liquor. We were all pretty hammered after awhile, and
one by one, the wives went to their tents while the
guys stoked the fire. We had normal guy talk about
sports and women, and the subject of our sex lives with
our wives probably came up, with more lurid details
than should have been told, but it was all in good,
drunk fun.
We ran out of alcohol after awhile, but I had some in
my truck, and volunteered to go get it. I grabbed a
flashlight and began the 20 minute walk back to the
parking site. After about 10 minutes, I realized I had
forgotten my keys, and started back. The flashlight
gave out about 2 minutes before I got back to the camp
site, and I had to walk the last few hundred yards in
the dark.
I guess my friends didn't hear me coming back, and just
before I was going to announce my drunken
forgetfulness, I heard my wife's name. They were
talking pretty quietly, but it was quiet, other than
the crickets and other sounds, and I could hear most of
what they were saying.
"I guess I'd do Jeannie first," Mark said. "No offense
to your wife, John, but Jeannie's tits are great, and
her ass is dying to get nailed." They both laughed.
John chimed in, "Yeah, same here, Cassie is cute but
Jeannie looks like a fuck machine."
"I'd love to go in there and just see what those tits
are like," Mark said. "I mean, she's gotta be just dead
to the world, she'd never know if we peeked, and he
won't be back for like, 40 minutes."
John sounded a little doubtful. "Do you really think
she wouldn't know?" he asked.
Mark laughed. "Dude, she had like 10 shots, and barely
made it to the tent without falling down."
"True," John said. "God I'd love a good look, I mean, I
wouldn't touch her or anything."
"Oh no, no touching," Mark said, "just a peek."
I stood at the edge of the campsite in the dark,
listening to my two friends work up their courage to go
in my tent and check out my wife's perfect tits, and I
didn't say a thing. After a few more minutes, they both
decided it would be okay to just look at Jeannie's
body, and I watched in the moonlight as Mark unzipped
my tent and they both slipped inside.
I quietly moved over near the tent as it rustled with
their entrance, and listened intently to try to figure
out what was happening.
"Use the flashlight, but cover it some," whispered
Mark, and a soft beam of light went on in the tent. I
could see some silhouettes, but couldn't make out much.
"Pull it down more," John said, "I can't see yet."
Another rustle and a sigh from both of them. "Christ,
they are perfect," Mark said. A few moments went by.
"Dude, you said no touching," I heard John whisper.
"I know, but fuck, I had to," Mark said.
"Move," John said. "God they feel incredible," as he
evidently felt up my wife in her drunken sleep.
Another few minutes went by of silence. Then, "Man, I'd
fuck Jeannie if I could get away with it," Mark said.
"No shit" added John, "I'd give my left nut just to rub
my dick on her tits."
"You don't have to," Mark said. "Watch."
I heard the zipper on his jeans go down and then a soft
"plop," the sound of flesh on flesh, as Mark must have
whipped out his cock and dropped it between her tits.
"Whoa!" John said, "that looks like a porno."
"Shit yeah!" Mark said. "They feel so good on my dick,"
he added. "You should try it." I knew he just wanted
John to be as guilty as him, but it worked, John
whipped his out, and the next thing I heard was "oh my
god, she's got 2 dicks on her tits" and both of them
laughing quietly.
The next zipper sound was longer, and I realized
Jeannie's sleeping bag had been opened. "Dude, what are
you doing?" John said.
"I just want to see that ass," Mark replied, and a
minute later, "Oh shit, lace panties on a camping
trip."
"Take them off her!" I heard John say, and there was no
reply, just more movement and both of them sighing at
the sight of my nude wife.
"She is so out of it," Mark said. "I bet I could fuck
her and she'd never know."
"I bet you can't," John said. Which was really all Mark
wanted, I think.
More rustling, and then a low groan from Mark, and a
"Holy shit!" from John, as
Mark evidently pushed his cock into my tight wife.
"Turn the light off in case she wakes up," Mark said
breathlessly, and the light went out. I could hear the
sounds of wet sex, the slapping of bodies, as Mark
fucked my passed-out wife. "She's so fucking tight!"
Mark groaned.
"Shit, man, hurry up!" John said. "He'll be back in a
few minutes."
Mark let out a long moan as he unloaded inside my
wife's tight pussy, and John urged him to move as he
took Mark's place and slid into my wife's used cunt. A
few minutes later he added his load, and when I heard
them zipping up their pants, I moved back to the edge
of the campsite. They exited the tent a minute later
and went to take a piss in the woods only 20 feet or so
from where I was.
"We'll never tell," Mark said.
"Agreed!" said John.
After they went back to the campfire, I waited a few
minutes, then noisily made my way back, announcing that
I forgot my keys. They both laughed at me, as I went
inside my tent to get them.
I slipped my hand inside my wife's sleeping bag. She
was still nude, her panties were missing, and when I
slid a finger inside her, she was slick and open from
my two friends fucking her. I couldn't stay, though, so
I grabbed my keys and told them I'd be back. 45-minutes
later, I got back and we had a few more drinks, but it
was late and we all went to our tents.
I slid next to my wife eagerly, but found she had her
panties back on. Someone had visited her again after I
left.
"Oh well," I thought, sliding her panties down and
pushing my overly-hard cock into her. I'll never know
if they fucked her again when I was gone, but she was
full of cum and loose as I fucked her. I would've cum
so fast if she wasn't so loose and wet, but I was happy
she was as I thought about her taking multiple cocks in
her drunken state, and a few minutes later I added what
was probably a 5th load to her pussy.
***
Jeannie never knew what a slut she was that night, she
just thought I had fucked her in her sleep and never
thought twice about it. Mark and John acted like
nothing had happened, and we had an uneventful rest of
the weekend as I thought about her unknowing
infidelity.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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