I’ve been happily married for 20 years to a stunning blonde who has only grown more beautiful as she’s aged. In all that time I have never been tempted by another woman.
Not once.
But that doesn’t mean I’ve always been faithful. Several times each year my best friend and I travel into the wilderness to explore nature and to explore each other. My wife thinks we’re hunting or fishing and never once has she questioned our inability to bag our limit.
Until our last trip.
Gary and I packed our gear into his pickup truck late one Friday afternoon, and he sat behind the wheel waiting while I gave Marge a goodbye kiss hot enough to scorch paint from a wall.
As we kissed, she pressed herself against me. Her heavy breasts flattened against my chest and she ground her hips against mine. My cock reacted to the pressure and began to tent the front of my jeans.
‘Do you really have to go, Al?’ she whispered huskily into my ear as her hand slipped between us and she cupped my package.
‘I really do,’ I said. ‘Gary and I have been planning this trip for weeks.’
She glanced in Gary’s direction. ‘What does he have that I don’t have?’
I wasn’t about to tell her. I said, ‘I’ll be home Sunday afternoon. You can wait that long, can’t you?’
‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I just might have to get new batteries for the vibrator.’
I laughed and pulled away from my wife. ‘You do that,’ I said. ‘And when I get home we’ll see how many batteries you used up thinking about me.’
I gave Marge one last kiss, a quick peck on the forehead, and then climbed into Gary’s truck.
‘What was that all about?’ Gary asked as he backed out of the driveway.
‘Marge threatened to replace me with a vibrator.’ I waved at her and she returned the wave.
‘You worried that she might?’
‘Not a bit,’ I said. ‘I can do things with my tongue that no mechanical device will ever match.’
Gary glanced at me. ‘I know.’
By then we were out of the drive and headed toward our weekend getaway, a cabin in the woods that had been his family’s for several generations.
We arrived shortly after nightfall and quickly unloaded the truck. The cabin – a single room, divided roughly into quarters – had no electricity so I fired up one of the lanterns to provide light and Gary quickly built a fire to take the chill off the cabin. The living area where the fireplace was located was to the left of the front door. To the rear was the sleeping area and, continuing counter-clockwise, was the kitchen, and the dining area was to the right of the door.
Four hours in Gary’s truck had rattled my bladder so I hiked several yards into the woods to the outhouse. By the time I returned to the cabin Gary had made ham sandwiches and had opened a bag of chips and two cans of beer. He was sitting on the couch eating his dinner.
‘What are we not hunting for this time?’ he asked.
‘Deer,’ I said. I kept track of all the seasons and kept my hunting and fishing licenses up-to-date, just in case Marge ever questioned me.
She never did.
‘And how did we do?’ Gary had finished his sandwich by then and he patted the couch cushion next to him.
‘Same as always,’ I said. I was hungry for Gary, not for ham on rye. I left my beer and my unfinished sandwich on the kitchen table, settled on the couch next to Gary, and snuggled under his arm.
‘How much longer do you think she’s going to believe your stories?’
‘I took two trout home last time.’
‘They were frozen.’
‘Not by the time we got home,’ I said. ‘We had them battered and deep fried that night.’
Gary was finished talking. He placed his unfinished beer on the end table and turned to me. He covered my mouth with his and kissed me long and deep and hard.
He tasted of salt and beer and spicy mustard, and I’m certain I tasted the same. We kissed a second time and then a third, and then we began peeling off each other’s clothing.
Soon we were naked and I knelt between Gary’s widespread thighs. He leaned back on the couch, his erect cock jutting majestically up from the dark thatch of his pubic hair.
He moaned with pleasure when I leaned forward and took the swollen purple head of his cock in my mouth. I licked away the glistening drop of precome, painted the entire head of his cock with my tongue, and then slowly took all eight inches into my mouth.
I drew back until my teeth caught on his glans and then I did it again. As my head bobbed up and down in Gary’s lap, I reached between his thighs and palmed his nut sack.
Gary’s hips began rising to meet my descending face and then he wrapped his hands around the back of my head. He held my head as his hips moved faster and faster and it was obvious he couldn’t last much longer.
When I squeezed his sack he came, firing a thick wad of hot spunk against the back of my throat. I swallowed and swallowed again. Gary’s cock spasmed inside my mouth and I swallowed a third time.
I held his cock in my mouth until it softened and withdrew. Then I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. ‘You’ve been saving up.’
He reached out and used the ball of his thumb to wipe a bit of come from the corner of my mouth. Before he could pull away, I grabbed his wrist and held his hand in place as I took his thumb in my mouth and sucked it clean.
His cock twitched and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to go again. I pushed myself to my feet and walked to the kitchen table. After a quick swallow of beer I suggested that Gary stoke the fire and meet me in bed.
I finished the beer, dug a fresh tube of lube from the gym bag containing Gary’s clothes, and was waiting in bed when he finished with the fire. By then his cock had started to regain its previous stature.
He took the lube from me and slathered it on his middle two fingers. Then he reached under my nut sack and massaged it into my butt hole. He teased the tight pucker of my ass until he could slip one finger into me. He pushed it in and pulled it back and then eased a second finger into me.
‘Quit teasing me,’ I said. ‘Fuck me already.’
Gary positioned himself between my legs and hooked them over his broad shoulders. Folding me nearly in half with his weight, he pressed his cockhead against my asshole and, with barely any resistance at all, soon had his entire length buried in my ass. As he drew back and pushed forward, his crotch hair tickled my ball sac and his lower abdomen rubbed the base of my cock.
He fucked me hard and fast, driving into me repeatedly and lasting far longer than he had the first time. I came before he did, covering my belly with come.
And then Gary came, firing his second load of the night deep into me.
When we finally untangled from one another, I walked to the kitchen sink and, using ice-cold water provided to the cabin by gravity feed from a nearby stream, I cleaned my abdomen and then cleaned Gary’s cock.
I laughed when the cold water made his cock shrivel, practically ensuring that he wouldn’t be up for a third round that night.
We had sex twice the following day and once Sunday morning before packing for the return trip, and on the way home Gary and I discussed the eight-point buck that I had within my sights but failed to shoot.
‘And why’d you miss?’
‘Something distracted me.’
‘My dick.’
‘Yeah, but I can’t tell Marge that.’
‘She probably knows more than you think.’
Gary was turning his truck into my driveway by then so I didn’t say anything. Instead I kept my attention on the house.
Gary leaned on the horn and the front door opened.
Marge stood in the open doorway wearing nothing but the top half of a diaphanous white baby doll and didn’t seem to mind that Gary could also see her.
‘Looks like she’s planning to keep you busy tonight,’ he said before I climbed out of the truck. ‘I didn’t wear you out, did I?’
‘Not a chance,’ I told him.
I grabbed my gear, climbed from the truck, and headed up the walk. Marge met me halfway, wrapped her arms around my neck, and stretched up to kiss me. The baby doll rose, exposing her bare ass to the weather.
Gary tapped the truck horn, gave me a thumb’s up, and then backed out of the drive.
With my wife hanging from me, I made it into the house, dumped my things on the living room floor, and then gave her the attention she desired.
‘How’s your vibrator?’
‘It couldn’t keep up,’ she said. ‘It just made me want you more.’
I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her deep and hard. Then I carried her into the bedroom and pushed her back on the bed. She spread her legs apart and I buried my face between her thighs.
As I licked up and down her long slick slit, three-days growth of beard sandpapered her inner thighs. I slipped my tongue between her outer lips and teased her inner lips, sucking them between my teeth and nibbling them. Then I found the tight bud of her clit and spanked it with my tongue.
My wife was hot, wet, and ready, and I slipped two fingers into her. I pistoned my fingers in and out of her pussy as I stroked her clit with my tongue.
Marge’s hips began bouncing up and down on the bed and she wrapped her fingers in my head, pulling my face tight against her crotch.
Then she came, screaming my name as she slammed her pubic bone against my nose.
Her pussy was still spasming around my fingers when she said, ‘I want your cock inside me. Take your clothes off and fuck me. Fuck me now.’
I hurried out of my clothes and climbed on top of my wife. I buried my cock into her slick pussy and began fucking her.
She wanted something different. She wrapped her legs around mine and rolled us over so she was straddling me. I reached under the baby doll top and took her heavy breasts in my hands. I thumbed her erect nipples as she rode me and rode me hard.
I didn’t think I would outlast her, but I did. Barely.
Marge slammed down against me and suddenly stopped. Her entire body quivered as orgasm overtook her. Her pussy spasmed around my cock as if trying to milk me and then I came, firing a thick wad of hot spunk up into her.
When Marge caught her breath she looked down at me, staring into my eyes.
‘Don’t you think it’s time to quit pretending you two go hunting?’
I was trapped beneath her and couldn’t move. ‘But …’
‘I know what you two do in that cabin,’ she said. ‘I’ve known for years.’
I hadn’t even told her about the eight-point buck and I had the feeling it was too late to try.
‘I know you’re bi,’ she said. ‘Is Gary?’
‘I don’t know,’ I admitted.
‘Why don’t we find out?’ Marge suggested. ‘The next time you two want to spend the weekend together, why not spend it here where I can enjoy his company, too.’
‘You want to …?’
‘That’s right,’ my wife said as she stared down at me. ‘Both of you. Together. At the same time.’
I knew then that I had just spent my last weekend alone with Gary.
But I had the feeling I would experience something far better.