Author: Rainbow Bee
Title: Burninman Folly
Summary: Husband cheats on wife with big-titted teen.
Keywords: MF,cheat,voyeur,teen,cuckquean,reverse/cuckold,wife
watches,female cuckold
WARNING: This file contains sexually explicit material.

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   Burninman Folly

   by Rainbow Bee (rainbowbee@gmail.com)

   Well, for me nudism was always a way to get close to nature.  It was
hard to convince my new husband Jim that there were little to no sexual
connotations involved.  He told me there was absolutely no reason to parade
naked around other folks...and basically had a negative outlook on
naturism. When he suddenly displayed an interest in the Burninman festival,
I thought it might be a unique way to introduce him to the idea of public
nudity.  From what I'd heard, that gathering in the desert abounded with
free-thinking natural people, and I had always intended on going myself.  I
hoped the experience would "open" him up - I never expected that he'd get
totally out of control...and start fucking around behind my back.

   At first, the festival was kind of boring, just sitting at our tent and
watching revelers.  I was trying to be patient.  I would have like to have
joined in the celebrations, but sensed Jim's hesitation.  That night, amid
hoots and the laughter of the masses, I broke out a bottle of Tequila I'd
brought along for the trip to loosen him up.  He squinted at me with a
skeptical look, but downed a shot anyway.  I held back, doubling his intake
to that of mine, and within an hour, I had a completely different fellow at
my side.  It was a blast.  He made jokes, mooned me with his bare ass, and
then started to talk nasty - first to me, then to three topless girls
walking by.

   "Hey - Got Milk?!!" They laughed and retorted, I laughed...we were both
having fun.  One of the girls seemed to take a special interest in my man,
because later she walked back by on her own and stared him down with a big
smile.  I didn't think anything of it at the time.  She had changed her
outfit from being topless with a sarong, to being topless with just a thong
on.  She had particularly large boobs for such a young lady - I guessed her
to be about 19.  I remember wondering if she might have had a child since
her chocolate brown nipples were so thick and long.  Jim was doing a jig
for me at that point in his underwear by the light of our campfire, so why
suspect that she had any interest other than general curiosity?  She was
walking slower than before when she was with her friends, and closer to our
camp.  Her butt cheeks and ample tits bobbled and shone from oil as she
walked past, and she glanced back at him, smiling.  I should have seen the
signs - that she was "cruising" my man.

   Maybe my husband was right about nudity - at least from his perspective.
What is a natural, free thing for me seemed to be "naughty" and titillating
to him.  He was sitting in his folding chair, legs sprawled, stroking an
obvious hard-on the third time that young Miss Boobs walked by, and her
gaze immediately riveted on his bulging crotch.  Jim has an extra large
cockhead, and it and the stalk of his bent cock were perfectly outlined,
straining against the thin cotton fabric of his white boxers.  I had hoped
that no one would take particular notice or be offended since it was
nighttime, but the campfire seemed to make the details of his hard cock
even more prominent with the shadows.  His dick looked like it was trying
to escape, suddenly jerking as he made eye contact with the girl.  Then he
slowly milked his dick through his underwear as he stared at her passing
round ass cheeks - her thong wedged up into her tight crack.  I was pissed
off by their obvious connection, and felt heat going up my spine, but
wanted so badly for my guy to relax...I was determined not to make a big
deal of it.  I kept my mouth shut.

   At about 2 in the morning, I was wasted and wanted to sleep.  Jim was
still going strong!  Sometimes he'd have a brief convo with neighboring
campers, once he broke into song...and he continually had a death-grip on
the now half-empty Tequila bottle.  He tried to steer me into our small
tent for a fuck, but I needed to retreat from the mayhem.  I resolved to
walk to our car and rest, since it seemed our campsite and tent were right
in the thick of the battle.  Foot traffic was increasing, not decreasing,
as the night wore on.

   At our car, the noise level was more bearable, and I refreshed myself
with a cool wet wipe-down and laid across the back seat.  Every so often
I'd pop up and check out Jim at our campsite to make sure he was ok...I'd
brought along some binoculars, and could just make him and our site out
past a few other tents.  After an hour, I checked again, and this time the
big-boobed girl had encroached...she was standing in front of my man with
her hand on her hip, reaching for the Tequila bottle he offered.  She
shifted her weight back and forth from one leg to the other, making her
pendulum tits sway, and my husband was watching her long erect nipples
point in one direction, then the other, more engrossed with them than in
whatever conversation she was making.  I could tell, even from my distance,
that she was equally taken with his hard-on.  It was poking almost straight
out behind his boxers, making a ridiculous mini tent.  Suddenly, she
grabbed his dick, pulled it, and his entire body seemed to swoon.  He
staggered a couple of steps closer, giving over to her grip on his cock. 
Neither one of them seemed to care that people were passing by.  I
struggled to watch them in my binoculars through the passing obstacles of
people, hats, festoons...resisting the urge to run across the sandy flats
to knock his teeth in...but I was curious as to his limits.  Did he have
any?  Would he be faithful to me, in the face of such temptation?

   She tentatively looked back over her shoulder to see if anyone was
watching, and began using her hand to pump his cock through the fabric of
his boxers.  Her right titty jumped and danced in time with her frigging.
The dark nipple on the end of that long fat tit looked like a frantically
jumping eye, trying to look everywhere at once, as she jerked his dick. 
They were still standing right out in the open in our campsite.  He swayed
and stumbled a couple of times - maybe from the drink - maybe from the
sensation of her hand gripping his dick, so I wasn't surprised to see him
grab her hand and head for the foldingchair out of sheer necessity.

   I thought he was going to retreat from her advances at first, but he
pulled her down onto his lap on the over stressed camp chair.  I leapt up
at his gesture, binoculars glued to my face.  I couldn't believe what I was
seeing!  He must have thought I was completely out of the way.  She ground
her nearly bare ass into his groin, laughing, and all I could see of him
was his legs and hands snaking around the front of her...making deep
impressions into her supple tits.  Then he found her thick nipples and was
slowly tugging outwards on them in unison...she responded by arching her
back and jutting her chest forward.  It almost looked like she was getting
milked.  Then she began to bounce, almost imperceptibly, grinding her ass
back against his lap.

   She spread her legs wide open.  It appeared that her thong and puffy
pussy were right on top of his cock, which was still retrained in his
boxers.  Her hot spot was driving him mad, and I could see him push upwards
in an involuntary fuck surge.  His cockhead was held in check by thin white
cotton, looking like a hand puppet pushing up and down between her open
legs.  The only thing that seemed to stop them from actually fucking was
her thong and his underwear.  I stepped out of the car, dizzy from my heart
racing...and advanced to get a better view.  I needed to be sure of what
was going on.

   I found a dark shadowed spot behind a quiet tent that was a stone's
throw rom our campsite, and used the binoculars again.  This time, I could
see very detail of the show my husband was giving with his fat-boobed
tart...down to the cunt hairs slipping out on the sides of her stretchy
thong.  He couldn't fuck her without my knowing.  And I wouldn't let it
happen anyway.  But would he actually go that far?  God.  This was the best
chance I'd ever get to know whether or not I could trust the man.  I had to
hold back and watch.  Strains of rock music issued from a nearby campsite,
thumping in a beat that matched her restrained little bounce on his lap. 
I'm sure to onlookers, it almost looked like she was just enjoying the
music.  But what she was actually enjoying was my husband's fat cockhead
getting heated and pushing against her inviting snatch hole.  He let go of
her nipples which looked painfully erect.  As soon as he released them, her
tits began bobbing in time to her lap grind, and he slid his hands down her
little waist, and one of his hands went further - back behind her ass.  I
couldn't tell what the adjustments were that were going on at first, but
then it became clear - he'd let his dick out of the fly on his boxers...I
could see the maddened purple head of his dick emerge alongside the crotch
of her thong.  She was now fully focused on that hot, newly freed meat of
his rubbing against her sheathed clit and hole.  She looked down at it and
hiked one leg over the aluminum arm of the folding chair so she could
control how his hard dickhead rubbed her pussy.  She was making artful,
deliberate sliding movements, and he hung onto her hips.  I could see his
fat cockhead catching from behind her pumping clit, and catching on the
entrance to her hole as she rubbed back and forth, but her wet thong was
still in the way.  I was livid and thought,

   "Well, husband - someone else's pussy is right there...are you going to
toss the slut off of your lap or not?"

   Just then some party-goers walked very near our campsite, stared
intently at the two of them nearly fucking in the camp chair, but kept
going.  My husband and the slut kept going, too.  It must have been a
pretty intense scene for the passers-by; her long hair around her
shoulders, a blank look of concentration on her face, her double d tits
shaking and her legs spread completely open with one leg over the arm of
the chair - the only thing hiding her pussy was a thin piece of fabric. 
His cock was jabbing up at regular intervals as she raised her ass up and
down.  I was keeping close tabs on it.  My husband's cock.  My cock.  It
looked as though it was leaving pre-cum wetness inside her upper thigh the
firelight made the area shine.  Then, his engorged cockhead got lodged at
the entrance to her hole again, but this time, instead of having it slide
past, she stopped sliding and strained against it, making it push partly
into her, but retrained by her panties.  It looked like her thong was
getting pushed inside her hole.  He was responding with the same gesture,
no fuck motion, just arching his back upwards, seeking entry.  The panties
slid to the side and suddenly, his dick disappeared.  At the same time, a
jolt went through her, and she wailed like a tortured cat.  She now knew
what it was like to have that fist-sized cockhead popping into her tight
hole.

   I knew what it was like.  His over-sized cockhead would catch right
behind my pubic bone inside my pussy, and get locked in when my muscles
responded involutarily down there.  When he ground it around inside me, it
reminded me of a ball in a tight socket.

   She seemed to freeze, ass suspended, apparently unwilling or unable to
free herself from his thing.  Meanwhile, my husband's hands frantically
slid all over her torso and tits, as he remained a prisoner of the
campchair - now with a hot pussy stuck on his knob.  I could see his legs
and ass quaking, wanting to give in to his natural fuck impulses.  He was
looking like a dog hung up in a tight bitch, dick stuck and unable to pull
out.  She had been leaning forward, raised a bit from one foot on the
ground, then she suddenly sat all the way down on his dick and leaned back
against him.  Her pussy wallowed his entire length down to his furry balls.
His arms came up fully around grabbing her, pushing her boobs up almost to
her chin.  Her stomach was stretched back and I suddenly got more than what
I wanted - the full view of his wet dick starting to slide in and out of
her spread pink gash.

   Spread legged from here to Kansas.  Right out in the fucking open.  That
was it.  Should I confront him with his infidelity?  I wondered.  I was out
of breath from the realization that my husband could, and would, fuck
someone else.  But somehow the compassionate side of me wanted to give him
a way out, so called his name from two sites over to give him warning.  I
acted lost, as I advanced slowly towards our camp.  By the time I got
there, she was gone, and he was asking me to hit the sack with him.  Once
in our sleeping bags, he tried to mount me, but I told him I was
tired...and he fell asleep.  There was no way I'd let him slide his thing
into me with her second-hand drying pussy crud on it.  I laid awake all
night, wondering what to do.

   The next morning I asked Jim,

   "Did you have a good time last night?" I examined his face closely.

   It was a complete blank, without any twinge of guilt.

   "Gawd, Linda, I don't remember a thing.  You tell me - did we have a
good time?" I was satisfied that at least - his actions were due to being
completely under the influence of the Tequila, I resolved to try to put the
incident out of my mind.  A group came by our camp that next morning and
asked if I'd like to join a body-painting artsite, and I looked back at Jim
for approval.

   "Go ahead, Hon, my head is splitting".  I was gone two hours at least.
And when I came back to camp, he was nowhere to be seen.  My neighbor
pointed out the tent area he'd gone to and added;

   "He's with his new friend...the brunette from last night."

   My heart fell into my shoes, I felt lightheaded.  Once upon the girl's
campsite, I saw that no one was out, or awake...just tents - all quiet
except one.  I walked over to it and heard my husband's voice.

   "I don't remember a thing, honest!"(...he seemed to be protesting.)

   Then I heard her voice;

   "If you don't fuck me...AGAIN....I'm going to tell your wife!" and she
giggled.  There was silence.  I stepped quietly towards the front of the
tent.  The flap was unzipped and hanging open a few inches.  The big-boobed
girl was laying back naked with her legs spread, rubbing her clit with one
hand...  but I couldn't see her face.  I couldn't see him, either, he was
apparently at her feet.  Then, gradually entering the scene, I saw his hand
and arm extend to her pussy and he stuck his finger into her hole.  She got
up and turned over in a doggy-style position and moaned;

   "Rub that big dickhead of yours on my pee-pee!" "On your "pee-pee"? 
Gawd I haven't heard that since I was a kid!",

   I heard my husband mutter in response.  She arched her hips upward into
the air and she spread her bottom open for him.  I could only see her from
her shoulders down to her thighs, but that's all the view I needed.  His
engorged dick then entered the frame, as he scooched along the tent floor
closer on his knees behind her...  aiming his waving hard-on at her waiting
puss.  He did as she bade, and rubbed the purple head up and down in her
wet gash.  The heat of the desert sun was making me dizzy, and I was too
confused to grab my husband out of this tent with the girl.  I collapsed,
sitting in the sand, inches from the open tent flap.  I was hypnotized by
the unfolding scene.  Was he being compliant because she had threatened to
blackmail him?  How much of this was coercion?  How much was just his
cheating pleasure?  Did his having a raging hard-on signal that this was
something he really wanted to do?  I had to see more.  His butt muscles
twinged as he dutifully poked and slid his cock up and down her crack.  She
raised and lowered her ass to give his tool extra travel in her wet gash. I
could tell from his involuntary hip pumps that he was getting teased
terribly.  His cockhead looked freakishly enlarged, and more purple than
usual.  The fat in her round butt cheeks rippled from his tool as he slid
it up and down.  She remained in a doggy-style position.  Then suddenly, he
made up his mind - he grabbed her tan hips, found her hole, and began to
push his dick in.  It took several tries before his cockhead bridged her
opening, but then it popped in and caught.  His knees must have wore out
because he got up on his feet, in a full squat behind her.  I could see
them from behind, fully engaged - her pussy skin stretched around his cock,
and her lower abdomen swelling as he filled her from behind.  His balls
were so tightened up, they weren't obscuring their genital union.  I was
only about two feet away...  peeking through the tent flap - and he
couldn't see me - he was turned away.

   "Fuck my pee-pee, yessss"!  She whimpered.

   "Gawd, you're a tight little whore!" he moaned.  As he started to work
this extremely tight union a little bit back and forth, I caught sight of
another movement between their legs, further up...her big dangling tits
were swaying off her chest, and her thick nipples rubbed on the fabric of
the sleeping bag under them.  They were responsible for the only sound
issuing from the tent so far, a "shoof-shoof" as her nipples brushed the
nylon.  His dick wasn't getting much travel, the sway was more due to the
fact that her entire body was getting pushed and pulled from his cock
wedged tightly in her cunt.  After several of these strokes, he leaned over
her back, grabbed one of her flapping boobs from the side and pulled it up.
I saw him grab the large titty with one hand, pull it up along the side of
her chest to get to her brown nipple.  He laid his weight on her back.  I
could just make out the side of his face and lips as he sucked the long
nipple in time with the short jabs he made with his dick stuck tight in her
pussy hole.  I was amazed that having her tit pulled almost to her back
didn't cause her pain she seemed to really like it, and that's when her
pussy started to lube.

   He responded to her hole freeing up with juices and his dick was
suddenly going deeper with a wet "shlock,shlock, shlock" sound.  He was
moaning with his mouth full of tit - the hand he was using to hold the one
boob pushed up her fleshiness all around his face.  His back arched more
freely.  He was really letting his ass fly, going for a nut.

   I was struck with the feeling that he was digging this fuck, really
losing himself in this chick, and it was going way beyond some response to
her blackmail threat.  My husband was liking this.  I had to stop him.

   I slipped in the tent on my hands and knees.  They didn't seem to
notice. I was right beside their legs and staring right at the offensive
mating.  She was face-down in the blanket, whining,

   " fuckmypeepee fuckmypeepee fuck..." Something weird happened to me in
that moment.  I knew Jim hated anal sex, so I thought I'd wake him up with
a few fingers in his asshole.  That would stop him.  I plunged three dry
fingers in his bobbing butthole, he released suction on her long nipple and
he looked back at me with a stunned expression.

   He hollered, "Gawd, YES!", and really buried his dick in her cunt deep.
She squealed.  I pushed and twisted my fingers inside him, and to my
dismay, it actually lubed inside from his excitement, and his asshole was
throbbing with a positive response!  I was sure it would distract and stop
him, but instead, he got hot and was fucking her harder!  He seemed to open
his ass cheeks and bobbed on the end of my skewering fingers, welcoming
them, as he squatted down further to get his dick more fully into her pussy
- which was now reddened by the abuse of his oversized cock.  He stared
ahead in lost ecstasy, looking like a fucking dog that needed to be hosed
apart from his bitch.

   "I'm gonna' cum!" He blurted, amid her non-sensical squalling.  "NO!" I
insisted, pulled my fingers out of his hot pulsing asshole, and pulled him
backwards by his hips.

   "Ga-a-wd, Lin-n-da, I got-ta cum...it's good...it's good!!!!" Jim held
fast, pumping into her and gripping her hips.  I couldn't believe his
strength against my yanking him back....  "Don't stop me don't stop
me..."He slammed all the harder against her ass, his dick thoroughly
entrenching in and out of her gap.  She yelped with each thrust...

   Finally, I managed to get him off balance and his body fell backwards
with a new grip I had on his shoulders.  He landed on his ass, from the
squat he'd been in.  The freaky thing was, his round-assed slut didn't come
completely off of his shank - instead, his swollen ball-like cockhead was
caught inside her twinging hole so tightly that her entire posterior got
pulled backwards as I pulled *him* backwards.  He and I both stared down at
his exposed stalk...it was thick, veiny, wet and twinging.  But his
dickhead was still stuck inside her!  Jim was just about to lose his nut in
the slut.

   I felt desperate as I tried to pull them apart, Jim was heaving,
breathless and sweaty...and then I gave a firm final, determined pull with
my hands under his armpits.

   At the same time, his huge dickhead, which had been firmly plugged
between her puffy cunt lips, popped free spewing cum.  His dickhead had
always been purple when he was hard, but this time, a flush of veins
protruded, covering his cock's helmet.  I'd never seen it so turgid.  I was
completely pissed.  His first shot of cum coated her dark winking asshole,
the second hit the tent just beyond her head like a shotgun pattern.

   She slumped face-first to the ground, spent, each of her big tits spread
out on either side, her ass and red sore pussy hole slightly up in the air.

   I made for our camp - livid, and didn't look back.

   I don't know whether to beleive my husband or not.  He claims that since
I was pushing him into nudism, pushing him with alcohol to get him to party
- he figured I was also pushing him into sexual freedom...since he knew
that I was watching him outside the girl's tent from the start of it, and
thought that I was getting off.

   He fucked her for me...he claims.  Sounds good, but I'll never be
entirely sure.

  
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