A Tedious Hunting Trip Was Transformed into an Indelible Memory

My husband and I have been best friends with another couple for nearly twenty years. Ginny and I are like sisters, and the four of us do everything together, including vacations, usually skiing or to the beach. This year turned out a little different.

Our husbands recently became friends with Clay, an avid outdoorsman about our age who talked them into going hunting for this year’s trip! Ginny and I were not wild about being stuck in the middle of nowhere, but there was no talking our husbands out of it. When we got there, it was, as we feared, a dinky cabin deep in the woods, miles from anything. It looked like we girls were going to be bored out of our minds for the next few days while the boys had the time of their lives.

When Clay arrived, he had a pair of young men with him instead of his wife, who was unable to make it. (She was probably smart enough to refuse to come along!) So he’d brought his sons, Hank (twenty) and Ryan (nineteen), both strapping six-footers, well built, and really good-looking. Ginny whispered that things were looking up!

Once we unpacked, we all retired early, so the hunters could get an early start in the morning. After they left, Ginny and I tried to entertain ourselves, but there wasn’t a single goddamn thing to do. We couldn’t even drive anywhere, because there was nowhere to go. Hours later the hunters returned. They hadn’t seen any signs of animals, and so were going to try farther out tomorrow, but really, they didn’t seem that disappointed! They’d gotten to sit around drinking beer and bullshitting, which I’d wager was at least half the reason they’d come.

Ginny noticed that Hank and Ryan were a bit uncomfortable around drunken guys twice their age, and so she cooked up some pretext to get them away from the others. When they came over, she chatted with them. They mentioned that they used to go hunting with their father when they were younger but had lost interest and had come along only because he was so excited about this trip.

Ginny said we were in a similar predicament, and that there was nothing to do but make the best of a bad situation. She added, in a very suggestive manner, that “there might be a way to entertain one another,” and became seriously flirty with the boys. Although they were initially surprised, they relaxed and became more easygoing.

Our husbands didn’t notice, being pretty pie-eyed by then. I finally managed to get Ginny alone for a minute and asked what she was doing. She said she was just having some fun, and the boys didn’t seem to mind. I reminded her that the last time I checked, we were both forty-seven and assured her the boys were just being polite.

Ginny seemed to take that as a challenge. When we returned to the boys, she said she wanted to go for a walk but was afraid of encountering a wild animal and asked if one of these “big, strong men” would accompany her. Ryan barely beat Hank volunteering. He and Ginny disappeared arm in arm into the darkness. I figured with Ginny gone, Hank would be more subdued. Instead he chatted eagerly, proving both engaging and charming. I found myself considering what Ginny had said about the boys enjoying our attention.

Ginny returned a lot later with a smug grin. I asked what had taken so long, but rather than answer me, she announced she was turning in, and shortly afterward everyone went to bed.

The next morning Ginny and I made the guys breakfast before they set out for hunting. As soon as they left, Ginny went in her bedroom and came out wearing snug cutoff shorts and a top tied off in the middle, showing a lot of cleavage and her midriff. She did look good (we’re both fitness nuts), but it was hardly the sort of thing for lying around. I asked why she was wearing such a thing. She said she “just felt like it.” After twenty years as someone’s best friend, you know when they’re up to something.

About a half hour later, Hank and Ryan unexpectedly came back to the cabin, saying they hadn’t really felt like hunting and had told the guys they were going off on their own, then just doubled back. They added that hanging out with us was a lot more fun than wandering around the woods. Given Ginny’s lack of surprise, I guessed some of what she’d been up to on her little walk.

If Ginny was flirty before, she was shameless now, and there was no question the guys were enjoying the attention. They flirted back, and it wasn’t long before they were both running their hands up and down her. The sight was arousing me. Sex with my husband had become all but nonexistent, and seeing those studs working my best friend over highlighted how frustrated I was. It was clear what was about to happen. I had to choose between playing the good wife and walking away or giving in to the temptation.

Ginny, bless her, resolved the issue by telling Hank it looked like I was lonely. He walked right over, took me in his arms, and gave me a kiss that erased any doubts I had. As we made out, his hand went for my blouse, unbuttoning it enough to get at my bra. He pulled one of my breasts free, and while he sucked on it, his hands slipped past the waistband of my shorts into my panties, where they played with my pussy. For the first time in a long while, I felt wanted—and by a guy so much younger!

While Hank worked my body, I looked over to Ginny and Ryan. She was already naked, standing there with him on his knees with his face buried in her pussy, his hands on her ass holding her in place. With her fingers tangled in his hair, she writhed and moaned, and soon came. Seeing this made me climax around the fingers in my pussy.

Then Ryan told Ginny it was her turn to help him get relief. He stripped off his shirt and shorts, revealing the magnificent body that had been hinted at before. The surprise came when she helped drop his boxers. He was huge! I’d known guys before I was married and had never seen anything like his cock in length or girth. Ginny’s eyes boggled a moment, and then she started delightedly working him over with her mouth. She didn’t even try to take more than the head in. She made loud slurping noises as she licked up and down the shaft and hanging balls.

Hank didn’t care for my rapt attention to Ryan and moved back far enough to take off his own clothing, revealing a cock that rivaled his brother’s. I didn’t need any encouragement to fall to my knees and start sucking it. While I can easily deep-throat my husband, stretching my jaws to the limit I could barely get half of Hank’s monster down.

While I eagerly sucked away, Hank told his brother that he had thought the hunting would be bad today but they had managed to bag a couple of cougars. Ryan added that we seemed pretty wild and might need to be broken in properly.

The sexy talk wound me up, and I stepped up the pace. A few minutes later Hank grabbed the back of my head and soon my mouth started filling with semen. My husband manages only two or three squirts, but Hank just kept pulsing on and on. Despite my best efforts, some of it trickled out onto my chin. Ryan ended up blowing his load over Ginny’s chest, coating her breasts heavily.

I continued using my mouth to clean off Hank’s cock. To my delight, he soon returned to rock-hardness. I don’t think Ryan went soft at all. The guys helped us to our feet and led us to their bedroom, where they positioned us on all fours on opposite sides of the bed, facing each other. Given their height, they were lined up perfectly with our pussies. I actually quivered in anticipation as Hank held my hips and ran his organ up and down my lips. I saw Ryan doing the same to Ginny.

Hank got me unbelievably wet yet held off penetrating me. When I asked him to stick it in, he said I had to beg for it. Ginny begged for us both, and the next I knew, I was being stretched in a way no man had ever done. He went slow but steady, eventually working his entire length in me. I had never been a believer in size mattering, but it felt incredible and got still better when he began moving it back and forth with strokes that started off short and slow but soon increased in both length and tempo with each thrust.

It took less than a dozen strokes to give me easily my most powerful orgasm ever. It felt so good, I shouted at the top of my lungs. Ginny was close on my heels, coming just as hard, though she hissed and clutched at the bedsheets rather than being vocal like me.

While the guys continued fucking us relentlessly, Hank leaned in and asked if I was ready for anything, and I said, “Anything.” He said he had all sorts of plans for me and demonstrated the first, reaching forward, latching on to my swaying tits and really giving it to me. I had never been fucked with such force. For the first time in my life I had multiple orgasms. I actually had tears running down my face.

Across from me, Ryan started giving Ginny light swats on the ass, calling her a naughty cock teaser for only making out with him last night, giving him a case of blue balls. He said to make up for it she had to drain him of every drop of semen. Ginny, who doesn’t take crap from anyone, really got off on the kinky talk and swore to do whatever he asked. That pleased him, and he rode her harder until minutes later they came together. That set Hank off. Still buried in my pussy, he blew a huge load.

Next the guys instructed Ginny and I to get into a 69 on the bed and eat each other out. It’s not like I ever had sex with a girl, but Ginny unhesitatingly began lapping away at my loins. She did it so well; it made me wonder if she’d hidden a few things from me! I did the same, at first tentatively, but soon eating her out just as eagerly.

I really got into it when Hank announced that the first of us to make the other come would get fucked first. That made us both step up the pace. Ginny was good, but somehow I won, though only by a few seconds. So she had to stand by and watch Ryan lie on his back so I could straddle his reinvigorated cock. I sank down on it and bounced up and down like I’d never ridden a man before. After I came, I slumped forward, mashing my breasts against Ryan’s hard pecs. When I felt the bed shift, I looked over my shoulder and saw Hank positioning himself behind me, aiming his cock at my ass.

I had never experienced anal sex, but between my lust and my eagerness to satisfy my young lovers, I remained silent while Hank pushed in. It was slow going at first, and he stopped a couple of times. But eventually I relaxed enough that he slid the whole thing in. Once the initial discomfort passed, it felt pretty good. It made me feel even better when Hank told me I was the first woman who’d ever been able to handle him and his brother at the same time.

The guys moved their hips back and forth, and what had felt pretty good turned mind-blowing, unlike anything I could have imagined, until the guys treated me to a double-barrel blast. I lay there exhausted while Ginny sucked and jerked the guys back to hardness and got the same treatment, only with Ryan in her ass and Hank in her pussy.

That’s how the rest of the week went. Each day the boys found an excuse to separate from the old farts and made their way back. By week’s end I could barely walk straight but felt more satisfied than I ever had. Hank and Ryan ended up keeping most of our underwear as “hunting trophies.”

On the final day, our husbands even got a couple of deer, so when we finally left, everyone was feeling good, even if it wasn’t necessarily for the same reasons.

—Name and address withheld