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(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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57