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From: rhonda69@super.zippo.com (Rhonda)
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Subject: Rhonda10 Rhonda and the biker (m+/wife) repost
Date: Wed, 07 May 1997 16:18:22 -0700
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If you're under age, stop reading this.





We hope you have been enjoying the experiences we have been sharing from
our past 23 years of marriage. It has been great to hear from so many
other couples who are into the same stuff as we are. While we were doing
all of it back in the 70's we wondered if we were the only ones. Guess
not!

If you enjoy our experiences and have a story to share, please send it to us.

Rhonda & CL
rhonda69@super.zippo.com


Rhonda had never been west of the Mississippi River so we decided to take
a trip out West one summer. We decided that as a destination we would go
camping in Yellowstone. It would give us a chance to try out our new four
person tent and double sized down sleeping bags. After four days of hard
driving we got there and found a nice campsite looking out at Yellowstone
Lake. There was a light pole nearby that cast just enough light at night
without being too intrusive and it was far enough away from the toilet
facilities so we wouldn't be bothered by people walking past. We were
surprised at how busy the park was and how difficult it was to find the
space. We weren't surprised then when a guy on a ten-speed asked us if he
could set up his sleeping bag and rain fly on our site. We agreed.

Chuck was a good "neighbor". He set up his space as far away from our tent
as possible under some trees he could use to tie up his rain fly. We
proceeded to go about our business of getting dinner ready. We were having
nachos and had plenty so we invited Chuck to join us. He eagerly accepted,
saying it would be good to have something other than freeze-dried food
again.

Chuck shared with us that he was riding from Canada down the Rockies to
Colorado. He had seen some beautiful country on his trip and told us of
some of his best places. While we ate and talked, I noticed Rhonda
sneaking glances at Chuck's tight cut-off jeans and the bulge in front of
them. I think that Chuck noticed her peeking too as the bulge in his pants
seemed to be becoming more pronounced. He kept standing up to get more
chips or dip and each time he did Rhonda's eyes got wider.

The weather during the days was very hot and Rhonda was dressed in jeans
and a t-shirt. As the evening progressed, the air cooled rapidly and I
could see Rhonda's nipples get hard from the drop in temperature. I'm sure
that Chuck was also playing a role in causing her sweet nipples to show
through her shirt.

Rhonda left to get  a jacket from the car. While she was gone I said to
Chuck, "I just love seeing Rhonda get cold. She has great nipples." Chuck
looked at me with a shocked look on his face. "Don't you think so?" I
asked him. Nodding and with a mouthful of nachos he said, "Yeah. They're
nice." As Rhonda was walking toward us I winked at him and said, "And I
think your hard cock is helping." We grinned at each other as Rhonda sat
down looking at us slyly. "What are you guys grinning about," she asked.
"Oh, I was just commenting on how I noticed how it's getting cold," I
said. To show she knew what I meant she wiggled her little tits for us.
Looking at Chuck I said, "Is it the cold or is it something else?" Rhonda
just smiled.

As we finished cleaning up the dishes, Rhonda suggested that we have some
hot chocolate to take the chill off. WE sat around the fire I built and
talked. Rhonda kept leaning forward poking at the fire. She sat next to me
and then moved next to Chuck and then back to me. She was putting out her
best vibes trying to let Chuck know she was interested in some action.
Chuck appeared to be cool to her advances but what I thought was his hard
cock proved different

About 10:30 Rhonda was getting a bit frustrated by the lack of response
from Chuck and went into the tent to change for bed. She put on a
sweatshirt and pair of baggy exercise pants. She also had to really pee
and didn't want to walk the path to the toilets alone. I was putting out
the fire so I asked Chuck if he would walk Rhonda to the toilets. Rhonda
took a flashlight and the two of them left.

Our site was quite far from the building. We had to follow a narrow, rocky
path to get to it. As Rhonda walked in front with the flashlight, she
tripped on a rock or something. Chuck reached out to catch her. Rhonda
later told me that his arms went around her and one of his hands came to
rest on one of her tits. As he started to take it off, Rhonda put her hand
over his and held him in place. She straightened up and leaned back into
him. When her ass was against his crotch, she began to squeeze her hand on
his so that her tit was getting massaged. With her free hand she reached
down and pulled his other hand to her other tit. By now Chuck was working
on both of her tits so she could take her hands away. She let her hands
drop down between them and play with his growing cock.

Rhonda told me he started getting much bolder. He was whispering in her
ear, "You are one hot bitch." One of his hands slipped under her top and
he began pulling on her nipples. Once he started to do this he was assured
that my wife was going to fuck him. His other hand snaked down the front
of her loose exercise pants and searched for her pussy. Rhonda told me
that during all of this she kept encouraging him by saying, "Yes. Yes. Do
me." She also managed to unzip his cut-offs and pull his cock out.

Rhonda said that Chuck spun her around and pushed her back against a tree.
He pulled his shorts off and she gasped when she saw his huge cock
pointing at her. Rhonda told me she dropped to her knees and began licking
his long, thick prick. Chuck pulled her back up. "No, I want your pussy.
Pull your pants down," Chuck ordered. Rhonda said it felt great to feel
the cold night air hit her naked bottom as her pants fell off her legs.
All thoughts about having to pee had left her mind.

Chuck was much taller than Rhonda so as she melted into his body his cock
was rubbing against her belly. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his
neck and pulled herself up. When she got her pussy high enough, she
started to lower it on his wet cock. Just as her pussy lips were engulfing
the head of his cock, a man and woman with two kids came down the path.
Their flashlight shined right on Rhonda and Chuck. The two of them
separated and dashed for the toilet. The family turned and went the other
way. 

When Rhonda finished, she came out and looked for Chuck. He was no where
to be found. She knocked on the men's room door and looked in. He wasn't
in there either. When she got back to our tent, she asked if I had seen
Chuck. I didn't and he wasn't in his sleeping bag. When I got back after
using the facilities, I noticed he still wasn't back. When I crawled into
the tent I found Rhonda naked in our double sleeping bag. She didn't say a
word but immediately stripped me and pulled my cock into her hungry,
thirsty cunt. As I fucked her she cooed in my ear and told me what had
just happened. As she kept saying how much she wanted to fuck him, I came
and filled her with the sperm she really wanted from Chuck. I rolled off
of her and we both snuggled naked into the bag. 

About two hours later we awoke to the wind blowing and a huge cloudburst.
The lightening and thunder were louder than we ever heard before. Amongst
the clammer, we heard a someone yell, "OH FUCK!" I opened the fly on our
tent and looked out to see Chuck's rain fly blow down and drop a load of
water on him. He and his bag were soaked. The wind was making it
impossible for him to refasten the rain fly. I called out to him to come
into our tent. He ran over and dove through the entrance and landed on our
sleeping bag. As he looked up, I realized that both Rhonda and I were
naked, although she was sitting in the bag holding it around her with just
her bare shoulders showing. Rhonda dropped the bag and pulled some towels
out of a duffel so that Chuck could dry himself off. Watching her sit with
her tits exposed to him, he gratefully accepted.

"You want to stay in here tonight?" I asked. He was most appreciative and
we settled down to get back to sleep. He laid on the opposite side of
Rhonda, who was still naked,  but outside of the sleeping bag. In a short
while I heard Rhonda's gentle breathing as she dozed off. I too went right
back to sleep.

Do you know how some nights you have dreams of great sex and fucking. I
was having one of those nights and could feel, in my dreams that I had an
extremely stiff hard-on. I could feel fucking rhythm and hear fucking
sounds. My dream was one of the most life-like I had ever had. I was just
waiting for a big wet dream finale. 

Eventually, I realized I was only half asleep. As I came to, I felt it
wasn't me doing a fucking rhythm but my wife and Chuck. When I rolled from
my side to face them, I got a terrific sight. In the dim light I saw that
Rhonda was out of the bag and both she and Chuck were naked. She was on
her back with her legs around his ass. Chuck was just starting to sink his
HUGE cock into her cunt. What I thought was his hard-on earlier was
actually just a flacid cock. Rhonda was hissing at him, "Oh fuck its so
big. Stick it in and stretch me. Fuck me." In the dim light Chuck's cock
was so big it looked like he was trying to sink a bowling pin into my
wife. Rhonda kept spreading and closing her legs around him to help him
get his cock all the way into her. As he pulled back and forth I saw his
cock glisten with Rhonda's cunt juice and the sperm I put in her earlier.
When they accomplished the task, he looked over at me and smiled, "Just
finishing what I started. Thanks for getting her lubed up. Her cunt feels
fucking great." I laid back down and said, "Glad to help."

Rhonda groaned, "Will you two shut up so I can get fucked." Chuck lifted
himself up on stiff arms and smiled down at Rhonda. He bent forward and
kissed Rhonda while he began stroking his cock in and out of her pussy. As
his pace continued, I noticed the in and out of his cock in her pussy was
matched by their tongues in each other's mouths. This continued until
Chuck had to break away to get a breath of air. In one fluid movement,
Rhonda rolled over, got on her hand and knees and pulled Chuck's cock back
to her drippy pussy. I crawled out of the bag and laid down in front of
Rhonda so she could suck and rub my cock. In no time she had me filling
her mouth with a load of cum. Chuck had more staying power than I and he
continued for another twenty minutes pounding into my wife's pussy. When
he came, he grabbed her hips and yanked her back fully on his cock. He
started to jerk as he pumped his thick, white cum into her. Rhonda pushed
back with each of his spasms to assure she got his load deep into her.
Chuck eventually pulled out and laid down. Rhonda moved over and sat on
his chest. She started to hump her slippery pussy on him. She reached down
and played with her clit and brought herself to a nice little orgasm. Her
little display caused Chuck to get hard again and he pushed her back onto
his cock. As she pumped up and down on him, sperm was flowing all over. In
a shorter time than before, Chuck replaced the cum that leaked out of
Rhonda's cunt. Rhonda pulled off and fell asleep, cuddled between Chuck
and me.

We stayed in the tent the next day while Rhonda fucked and sucked her two
guys. That second night both Chuck and I were actually craving water to
replace the fluid we lost to Rhonda. Our sleep was only broken a few times
that night by a hungry mouth or pussy being wrapped around our cocks. 

In the morning after our second night together, Chuck said he had to get
going even though he didn't want to. We exchanged addresses as he packed
up. As he sat on his bike he winced a bit. "Shit, my cock is sore," he
complained. "Maybe you need some warm pussy wrap for it," I said. With a
grin he rode off. It was funny to see how wobbly he was on the bike after
Rhonda's treatment. We never could get in-touch with Chuck again, much to
Rhonda's disappointment.


We will post more of our adventures soon. Send us some of yours.