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Kinky Camping

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28.04.2021
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An adventure with pegging and peeing, set in the great outdoors of the Olympic National Rainforest.

Since people seemed to enjoy hearing about how I lost my anal cherry to my wife’s strap on, I thought you might like hearing about another experience we shared and how that wonderful toy of hers found it’s way up my butt again.

We’ve always tried to go camping at least once a summer, two or three times if we’re lucky, usually going for several days at a time if we can make it happen. But lately life has just kept us from getting away from it all like we would like to be able to.

When one summer past by and we barely even got out of town, and the following summer was almost over and we still hadn’t made it to the mountains, we knew we had to leave that weekend and just go, or else we would just never go if we kept waiting for the “right time.” So we loaded up the Cherokee, and headed out, vowing to make up for lost time.

While packing, I suggested we bring along some toys and have us some fun out in the great outdoors. She just smiled and suggested a small vibrator or one of our dildos would be fine. As I was doing the final check, I failed to noticed my wife had packed her special “goodie bag”, had I seen that, I probably would have had an idea of what she was planning.

A couple hours of driving and we were at one of our favorite spots. It’s near a small lake that only allows fly fishing so it’s appeal to sportsmen is limited, and this late in the season, we practically had it to our selves. We parked at the trail head, loaded our packs and hiked the short distance to the lake. Once there, she started setting up the tent site and I went looking for some wood to build a fire.

Within an hour or so, our little site was good to go, and we had a nice lunch by the lakeside. Still having a few hours of daylight left, we went for a walk and just enjoyed each other’s company as we talked and walked through the woods, and around the small streams that fed the lake. It felt so good to be out of the city and be surrounded by so much nature.

No traffic noises, no BlackBerrys going off, just silence, and the feel of each other’s hands in ours as we just relaxed and left the world behind us.

When we got back to camp, I started a fire and we had a lite dinner, accompanied by a nice bottle of wine she had packed. We normally don’t bring stuff like that when we go camping, it’s extra weight and we have to pack the bottles out, the glass could break, etc. It’s just not our usual thing.

“I didn’t notice you packed you that, not that I’m complaining mind you, it just surprised me when you pulled it out.”

“Oh, I packed a few ‘surprises’ with me this trip,” she replied with a wicked grin.

My heart raced a little at that thought. My wife, a little liquored-up, talking about ‘surprises’? This weekend was sounding a lot more interesting than just a simple ‘get away’. That sounded good to me!

As the evening turned to night, we polished off the bottle, I made sure she had the lion’s share of it, and I had the fire blazing nice and warm. She got up, a little unsteady due to the combination of the wine and the effects of the warm fire. I noticed her looking around off into the darkened woods around us and that familiar wicked grin of hers returned.

“Do you think they can see us?” She was referring to the only other campers at the lake. There was only one other vehicle parked at the trail head and they had a F&W placard hanging from the mirror, identifying them as fishermen. I couldn’t see any evidence of their campsite, but they were most likely on the far north side of the lake where the fishing is known to be much better. Plus, if they were serious fly fishers, they would most likely have turned in much earlier so they could get up before dawn and be in position when the first rays of sun hit, and the fish were more likely to bite.

I hedged my bets and replied, “Doubt it, they should be all the way in the other end and be fast asleep by now.” I couldn’t be sure, but I had a good idea why she was asking and wanted to see what her end game was.

“Good,” she said with a grin, and ducked into the tent, re-emerging again a moment later with a blanket bundled under her arm and a pillow. She quickly spread the blanket out and dropped the pillow. “Now, what do you say we get this party started? Get over here and get those clothes off!”

My little minx, I had hoped for something like this. Although, outside, by the fire, was a nice surprise. I quickly stood up and joined her. Soon we were both naked and laying together on the blanket next to the fire, kissing and touching each other.

We lay there by the fire, lazily stroking each other’s bodies. I loved the way her curves looked in the fire light. Her large breasts with wide nipples, hard in the night air. Rose and fell as I ran my hand over her soft skin, caressing her belly and chest. Our hands were between each other’s legs as we leaned together and kissed deeply.

Mouths pressed together, our tongues danced against each other, occasionally pulling away and nibbling at the other’s lips.

My hand was between her legs and I was pleasantly surprised to feel her mound freshly shaved, and absolutely smooth. She always kept herself shaved for me, but a small bit of fuzz at times was not uncommon. This time however, she had cleaned off every hair between her legs recently. Which meant she was definitely looking forward to feeling my tongue on those pink lips of hers. And not the lips I was currently sucking on. Who was I to deny her?

I ease my self up, so she is laying on her back with me supporting myself over her, and begin my oral voyage south. Kissing her chin, then her neck, trailing my mouth over her collar bone and down her chest, between her huge, heaving breasts. Wrapping my lips around one, then the other. Tenderly kissing the sensitive underside of both of those lovely tits.

As my mouth roams over her belly, my tongue explores her belly button momentarily. As it dips in, I hear a short gasp and feel her jolt just a little. It’s comforting to know that even after our years together, I can still get that reaction. Further down I go, trailing to the sides of her pelvis and kissing on the soft skin where her thighs meet her belly. She parts her legs even wider and reaches down to my head directing me to her honey hole.

“Enough teasing, please, for the love of god, just get to my pussy!!” She begged. I felt her hands on the top of my head and she pushed me lower. I love hearing her voice husky with lust like that, and let her guide me to the prize.

I paused for a moment to inhale her smell. Her pussy always smells so good, and after a day of walking though the woods and all our teasing throughout the after noon, she was smelling extra good. I pushed her legs up a bit as I opened them, allowing me to smell her entire crotch, from her perfect little back door up to the top of her smooth pink mound. The combination of her natural scent, sweat and arousal drove me mad with lust. Opening my mouth wide, I extended my tongue and prepared to taste my prize.

Putting my lips to hers, I slide my quivering tongue up inside and deeply kiss her sweet snatch like I was kissing her beautiful face. Lips to lips, my tongue swirling inside her, I tasted every thing she had to offer, pulling my lips lower, I traced the perfect circle of her tight, puckered, sweet, little tight butt hole. I love rimming my wife, no matter what, whenever she allows my mouth on that back door, I know I am in for a treat, and that night by the warmth of the fire was no exception. She has such a natural deep valley, that her personal wetness tends to run right between her ample ass cheeks. Soaking her lovely crotch and lending it a natural muskiness I crave. Unless she has stepped right from the shower, I can always expect a healthy taste of her sweat when I bury my face and mouth between her lovely ass cheeks. My lips press against her back door as my tongue circles the tight opening, gently massaging and probing. She apparently has other plans, “Oh, down boy, plenty of time for that later, I want to feel that mouth on my pussy…..make me cum. Make me cum on your face….”

She adjusts her hips and again grabbing my head, moves me up a few inches until I and looking right at her little rosebud. “Kiss it,” she whispers, “lick me here…” I am only happy to oblige. Again holding my tongue out, I flatten it at the base of her opening, and slowly drag upwards, pulling her own juices from where they are seeping out of her wet pussy, and up across her hardening littlest digit. A few broad licks from browneye to rosebud, and I am ready to give her what she wants. Sliding my tongue inside her, curling it around, tasting her every crevice, I greedily lapped and that cunt for all it was worth, pulling my mouth from her lips and placing them at her exposed clit where I wrapped my lips around it and proceeded to suck at it like it was a miniature cock. I felt her breath quicken and I knew I was on the right path.

Keeping my lips on her clit, it slid one, then two fingers past her glistening lips and curved them upwards in search of her hidden gem, and judging by the way she reflexively tightened her thighs, she knew just where I was going. Working in small circles, I rubbed her G-spot, slowly and very gently at first, but applying more pressure and speed as she approached orgasm. My mouth was still working her clit. Taking between my teeth and flicking tongue over it again and again. Releasing it only to pull it back into my mouth.

Between my fingers working in and out, massaging her G-spot, and my mouth sucking her little cock of a clit I knew she would be cumming soon. Her thighs were rhythmically clamping around my head in time with her breathing, her hand was on the back of my head pushing my face tightly against her crotch. So tight in fact, it made it difficult to breath, I had to take in quick gasps of air and rely mostly on breathing through my nose for oxygen. Not that I minded, dieing with my face stuffed between her luscious thighs and a mouth full of her perfect snatch would not be a bad way to go.

Then it hit, with a hard grunt and a couple of squeals, her back arched and her thighs went tight around my head. I love it when my wife orgasms while I’m eating her. She kept my face held against her sex while her hips continued to rise and fall, humping her cumming pussy against my face. She shivered slightly, not from the temperature, but from the last after-shocks from her orgasm ran through her.

She released my head from the perfect prison of her legs and I climbed up, making my way up her beautiful body, kissing her soft skin until I got to her face and could kiss her soft, full lips.

Her hand reached down and stroked my cock. It was solid with anticipation. Smiling at me, she rolled me over onto my back and climbed on top. Her large breasts hung low as she leaned forward to reach between our bodies and grasp that pole she loved so much. Keeping her body raised, she rubbed the swollen head of my cock up and down the length of her slippery, wet pussy. Smearing her juices over her tight opening, and coating the tip of my thick fuck stick with her own, perfect lube.

“Is this what you want?” My wife teased. “You want to feel my wet pussy on your dick? You want my tight, little fuck hole to squeeze your prick as I slide up and down on you? Is it?”

“Oh yes,” I begged, “please sit down it. Let me feel you squeeze me tight.” I tried to lift my hips in and effort to enter her honey box.

“Oh no,” she said, quickly raising to prevent my entering her, “no, not until I say so. Beg for it. Let me know how bad you want it.”

“Oh please…please let me feel that wonderful pussy as it slides over me. Those perfect pink lips I just kissed. That wonderful little snatch. The one I just licked, and kissed, and sucked and made oh so happy. Please honey. Fuck me. Let me cum. Let me fill you with my cock. Let me see that beautiful body of yours rise and fall and you ride and grind on my hardness. Let me cum as hard as I just made you.”

“You always say the nicest things,” she smiled at me as she granted my pleas and began to lower herself onto me. Her massive tits swayed as she rocked up and down, her chest glistened in the light of the fire, a thin sheen of sweat, making her heaving chest almost sparkle as she slid all the way down completely engulfing my cock in her sex.

She slid forward and back, her hips grinding in circles as she stirred her honey pot with my stiff prick, she arched her back and lifted her arms up, running her hands through her hair as her hips continued to gyrate as she rode me. I could feel her wetness dripping to my balls as she ground her clit against my pelvis, adding to her stimulation.

“You like what you see?” she asked as I stared at her naked body writhing on top of me. I couldn’t answer, my own body awash with the pleasurable sensations. The warm grip of her inner walls holding me tight, the wetness between us as she slowly rocked, her soft, ample butt cheeks pressing against my thighs. She would tighten her muscles and release them over and over. All the time smiling down on me. She looked so amazing, a perfect image of beauty and wanton sexuality, rising and falling on my prick, her body shimmering in the light of the fire.

My hands reached up and explored her beautiful body. Running over her huge, swinging tits, her plump belly, her deliciously thick thighs, her hips pumping faster as she rode me. Her skin was slick with sweat, I began to get more aggressive and fuck back into her, reaching a hand around to spank her ass as she fucked me.

“Ooooo, that’s the spirit, lover,” she moaned as she leaned forward, placing her large nipples within reach of my greedy mouth. I latched on to her sweet orb and, taking a pink nub in my lips, began sucking and flicking at her sensitive nipples. Sucking on one, then the other as she rode me harder and faster. Our bodies loudly slapping together as she pistoned up and down with her wet snatch.

Leaning forward to kiss my neck, she whispered in my ear, “Fuck me hard, grab my ass and fuck me hard!”

I was happy to oblige. Grabbing a handful of her wonderful ass in each hand, I dug my fingers into her soft flash and pulled her open as I thrust wildly up in to her. My balls slapping up against her pink pucker of an asshole as I rose up. My hands held her open to the night air and a cool breeze past, gently blowing over her exposed anus.

“I feel so exposed…..” She panted I pushed up inside her hot box, “….it’s so wonderful…”

I felt a tingle begin in my balls and I knew I was approaching my orgasm. I quickened my pace, my ass colliding with the hard ground beneath the soft blanket as I withdrew each time.

“I’m going to cum, gonna fill you up…” I grunted

“Yeah?” She panted in reply, “Cum. Cum for me lover, fill my pussy with your cream, let me feel that big prick of yours explode inside me!”

“Here it comes baby!” I shouted into the darkness as I began to shoot.

At the first twitch of my cock, she sat upright, grinding down on me, my prick swelled as I began to empty my heavy balls into her. Pulse after ecstatic pulse ran through through my member as I filled my wife’s sweet twat with my warm, sticky load. She moaned as I orgasmed, grinding, twisting and rocking those powerful hips against me.

I reached up and grabbed her tits in my hands and squeezed as the last twinges of pleasure coursed through my body and up my cock. I pushed up against her, trying to get as much of myself inside her as possible.

“Oooooohhhh lover,” she said softly as I finished depositing my load. Leaning forward again, she kissed me on the neck, her hair falling across my face. “That was fantastic.”

She layed on top of me as I softened, she always enjoys feeling me inside her as I grow softer until I get flaccid enough she can expel my limp dick, along with at least some of my semen, using her talented keigels. Often with enough force to make an audible sloppy noise. We stayed that way for a while, enjoying the wetness spreading between us.

Eventually she climbed off, we rolled on our sides and she layed behind me, spooning, her hand lazily running over my chest.

“You were amazing,” she said softly as she toyed with my nipple, “maybe it’s the being out in the open air, by the fire, maybe it’s the wine…but I am still horny. What do ya say to a little anal, huh? Maybe throw another chunk of wood of the fire to keep us warm as we have us some hot booty lovin’?” She chuckled a little at herself as she said that. At that point, I figured that WAS the wine. She gets a little silly after a couple of glasses.

Still, anytime she offers anal, I know better to say no. Usually I’m the one asking, but when she is offering, I know she’s feeling especially randy.

“Oh, baby, that is music to my ears.” I hold her hand in mine and give it a little kiss, “Give me just a moment to recharge my batteries, and I would love to sink into that sweet ass of yours.”

I was surprised to hear her response to me was a giggle.

“Um, actually honey, I think you misunderstood me.” She replied, licking my ear as she whispered, “I wasn’t talking about MY ass being the one that got fucked.” With that she slid her hand down between us to my ass. Her finger running down my crack, until the tip of that finger rested against my back door, and gently tapped it. “At least, not at first. I tell you what, if you can hold off, and not cum until I get off by fucking you, then I’ll let you fuck me up the ass. But if you cum before I get mine, then no ass for you. Deal?”

I give her my answer by rolling over and kissing her full on the mouth. “Give me a second to go grab the vibrator.” I say and start to pull away.

“Oh no,” she says with a smile, “Not that little toy, I told you I packed some surprises.” With that, she reaches over to the small bag she brought out with the pillow bundle and blanket, “I packed MY toys,” and with great flourish, she pulls out her harness and the clone of my own, thick cock.

Seeing her hold up her harness, filled me with an unusual mix of excitement and fear. As much I love and crave my ass to be played with, it’s usually her fingers, tongue and thinner toys that we use frequently. Seeing that dildo in the harness brought back the memories of how it first felt when she deflowered my ass with it those many weeks ago. True, it ended up giving me of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced, it was that searing, burning pain I felt when that rubberized version of my own tool was forced up my ass and spread my little butthole open wider than anything I had ever experienced as well, that first came to mind.

It didn’t take long for the anticipation of the pleasure to win out over the fear of the pain. I knew it would hurt, but that pain would soon be replaced by the most exquisite pleasure ever.

“You are just full of surprises tonight babe!” I said with a grin. “How do you want me?”

“Well, throw some more wood on the fire while I get this harness on, then get down on your knees in front of me and spread those cheeks for me so I can see where I’m about to plant this dick!”

I scrambled over to the fire, loaded a couple more pieces of wood up, and returned to our blanket. My wife was buckling up her toy, so I grabbed on of our sleeping bags folded it up making a softer pad for us to kneel on. Then I crouched down as she asked. Knees spread wide, and I reached back to expose my self to her.

“Like this?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Is this how you want me?”

“Oh yes, honey, just like that. The more I do this, the more I see why you love fucking me from behind. You’ve got such a nice ass,” I felt her hand roam over my upturned cheeks before her fingers trailed down my crack, “it’s kind of sexy seeing your cock and balls hanging down like this.” She cupped my flaccid equipment in the palm of her hand.

Taking the bottle of lube in her hand, she drizzled some across the sensitive little hole she was about to violate. She ran her finger up and around my crack, spreading the lube around my entrance and coating her finger generously with the thick liquid. I sighed with pleasure as she slowly and gently penetrated my sphincter with her slick digit.

I pushed back, taking more of her finger inside of me. She took my cue and began to slide her finger in and out with a slow rhythm, occasionally adding more lube to work it deeper inside. She pulled her finger out and crossed her middle over it, then, pushed against my lubed hole. The two fingers were like a corkscrew and she pushed them in, twisting as she forced them into me. My muscular anal ring was tight against the two intruders, but with a little more lube and a couple of deep breaths, she had them where she wanted them. Right up my ass.

I moaned and my cock was twitching in anticipation as she worked my ass over, twisting and pushing her two fingers in and out of my bung. She was making sure I was nice and relaxed; lubed and ready for what she was going to replace those fingers with.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You ready?”

“Oh yes….yes I am. Just start nice and slow…” I replied between breaths.

She pulled her fingers out of ass gently, and, after squirting some more lube into her palm, she stroked her artificial cock, covering it with the slick fluid. With one hand one my hip, and the other at the base of her tool, she pressed the tip of her toy against my back door and began to push with her hips.

I involuntarily flinched and pulled away slightly. “Now, now…,” she scolded, “you get back here and take what you got coming.” She realigned her dildo, pressing against my tight entrance again, this time grabbing my hips with both hands. “Now come to mama!” And with that, pushed her way in.

There was a momentary resistance before the head popped in past my sphincter, and with that, she was in. I hate to admit I let out a short squeal that caused her to snicker a little.

“You sure you’re ready?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I grunted. Still trying to control my breathing and feeling fuller than I remember it feeling last time. “Just give me second…it’s okay….I’m ready, go slow…at least at first.”

She resumed her assault, holding me tight and pushing deeper into my bowels. My ass began to relax as the toy slid inside me. Slowly, the initial pain faded and I started to rock slightly back against her.

Her harness kept the base of the dildo pushed up against her pussy, positioned that way to give her the maximum thrill as she buggered me. She felt my pressure and knew I was getting used to her dick up my ass, so she started increasing her pace. Keeping her hands on my hips, she pulled backwards, the drag pulling the toy away from her shaven mound, as she pushed forward, the base returned to rub against her, giving her a pleasant little thrill. As she worked back and forth, sliding in and out of me, she was getting her little clit diddled like crazy. I could her breathing getting harder. She was getting turned on.

“Oh baby,” she panted, “I am really beginning to enjoy this. I think you should let me fuck your sweet ass more often. What do you think?”

I could only reply with a grunting sound myself, I was seeing stars as her cock worked my ass over. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was so intense, I had little mind for anything else. All I could think about was her fucking me. I wanted her to ride me all night. I never wanted her to stop. Hell, I’d let her sodomize me every damn night if she wanted.

She reached her hand under me feeling for my cock. When she found it, she made a happy sound.

“Wow honey, I can tell you’re enjoying this, your dick is getting stiffer with each thrust!” She teased. Her hand was still slippery from the lube she used on her dildo and it slipped up and down my shaft nicely.

She was enjoying her role to the fullest. Taking long, slow strokes in and out, wiggling against the base of her toy. Soon, that wasn’t enough, and she began to take shorter, quicker motions, so the the base jabbed and tapped her moistening mound. She quick motions causing me more pleasure. Every time she pushed in, the head of her dick rubbed against my prostate, causing to it to swell, and causing more than a small amount of electric pleasure to shoot through my groin. I held still and let my wife control everything. I was hers to fuck as she wanted.

“Fuck me, darling.” I moaned, not caring what it sounded like, “fuck my ass good. Get that pussy nice and wet as you pound my ass.”

With her increased tempo on my ass, came the quickening of her hand on my hardening cock. Her slick hand had stroked me until I was fully erect. The combined effects of her lubed and talented fingers working my dick and the feeling of the dildo rubbing against my prostate, I was hard and looking to cum.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” She said as she rode me like a bitch.

“Yes… yes…” I grunted through clenched teeth. Taking the pounding as best I could. I knew if she continued I would be emptying the my balls all over the blanket beneath me. I didn’t care.

“Remember our deal,” she panted, trying to talk and maintain her rythm and pace, “you cum, no ass for you…” Her voice betrayed her, I knew she was just as close as I was. The perversion of pegging her husband by campfire in the woods, was exciting her as much as me.

“I don’t care..” I cried out, “I gotta shoot! Keep jerking me, make me cum!” My voice echoed through the darkened woods.

“Yeah? Baby gonna cum for me?” She said, teasingly, “gonna shoot that hot, sticky, creamy load all over?”

“Uh-huh!” I grunted.

“Come for me,” she told me, punctuating each word with a deep, ass-slapping thrust. “Come. For. Me!” She beat against my ass harder and faster than ever before, thrilling at the constant tapping against her pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Here it is!!” With that cry, I straightened my torso up, her chin resting on my shoulder so she could see my spasming cock as it began to erupt. Her hand kept it’s frantic motion, up and down, my asshole clenched on her rubber phallus buried in my butt and a jet of white cream shot form my dick, shooting away from us. Her hand worked up and down milking my cock as I continued to orgasm in the night air. Spurt after spurt flew from my cock in multiple directions as her hand bobbed and flailed on my shaft spraying my cum not only over the blanket but off onto the dirt and rocks surrounding our dimming fire. Small sizzles could be heard over my grunts and cries as my seamen landed on the hot stones.

The sight and sound of my orgasm triggered one in my wife as well. As I shuddered with my release I could feel her body trembling too. Her hips bucked a little as she rode her own orgasmic waves of pleasure.

We practically fell forward together as our mutual orgasms subsided. As we layed in a pile on the now sticky blanket. She slowly rolled off of me, sadly disengaging her wonderful toy from my still twitching butt.

“Well,” she she said in an exhale, “looks like my asshole isn’t getting fucked tonight, huh?”

“Shit, I’m sorry honey, but if you hadn’t given me that reach around, I probably could have made it.” I replied, still slightly out of breath.

“Why do think I was jerking you off like that?” she giggled. “My ass is still a little tender from the other night. You rode me pretty damn good.” She had a point, a couple nights ago, I was in a particularly deviant mood and did in fact give her sweet little ass pretty good reaming. Although, that was two nights ago and she rarely ever mentions still being tender more than a day after. At any rate, I was spent and looking forward to some shut eye.

She pulled the blankets and pillows into the tent while I doused the fire, then I crawled into the tent after her to curl up in each others arms and fall into a nice content sleep that only comes after a thoroughly satisfying bout of sex.

In the morning, we started a small fire to heat our coffee and breakfast. After a couple of eggs and bacon, we leaned back and watched the cranes, sipping our coffee and holding hands, our feet propped up by the last of the morning’s embers.

“So, what do want to do this fine morning?” She asked with a stretch. I responded by slipping my hand out of hers, and sliding it into her lap, my wiggling fingers seeking their prize as they roamed as far down between her legs as they could before she playfully swatted them away. “Well I know you want to do that!” She said with a giggle. “What I should have said was, do you want to go for a little hike up and around the ridge, or you want to see if there are any Deptartment Boats down by the dock and go out on the lake?”

“Oh,” I said, with the morning stretch of a man reluctant to leave his comfy chair, “I guess a nice walk would do me good, I’ll throw a couple things together and we’ll head on out.” As she went about dousing the fire and securing the camp site, I loaded up the small day pack with some essentials. A few minutes later we were ready to get walking.

There’s a fairly mild trail we were heading for, it takes a pretty circuitous route up to top of the ridge and has some amazing views. The best are from the very top, but even the lower ones along the way can be beautiful.

As we hiked, we held hands and talked, stopping occasionally to take some pictures. All the while, I was frequently passing her the water bottle, reminding her of the importance of staying hydrated. After a while, she started to decline the water, and I knew my perverted little plan was working.

Near the top of the trail there was a great vista point. It was along a steep side of the ridge, allowing a line of sight over the tops of the trees below, and had an unobstructed view of the lake below, and on a clear day like this one, the view of the Cascades was unmatched. At this particular spot, there was a couple of logs that had been pulled into place to serve as benches, as well as a large, seemingly naturally occurring rock forming a place to perch on, and the path was cleared out to a little clearing, making a perfect resting spot or photo-op for hikers. Or in this case, a perfect spot to get a little wild in The Wild, so to speak.

“Hold on,” she said as we rounded the corner. “I need a break.”

“What, are ya winded? We can rest a bit if you need it.” I offered.

“Not that kind of break,” she explained, “I need a pit stop, that water’s doing a number on my bladder, I feel like I’m about to pee myself.” She had started to do a little dance to emphasize the point.

“Well, just go over there off the trail by those bushes at the back of that log.”

“Just keep an eye out, will you? I don’t really like the idea of being caught with my pants down, literally.”

“Honey, we haven’t seen anybody up here all weekend,” I reassured her, “it’ll be fine. Just do what you gotta do.”

“Well, okay,” she still had a little hesitation in her voice, and I was worried I was playing my hand a little too obvious.

She stepped around the side of the log bench, and, looking around, began to undo her belt and lower her shorts. After a couple attempts of positioning herself, she stood up.

“Come here and give me a hand, will ya? I can’t quite balance myself without feeling like I’m going to pee all over my shorts.”

“Just take them off,” I suggested. “Like I said, there’s no one else up here.”

“You little perv!” She said with a grin. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She paused and her her eyes shot wide open, “oh you little shit! That’s why you were practically pouring water down my throat as we were walking up here! You wanted to guarantee a little pee show didn’t you?!” She playfully threw a small rock at me, adding, “Sicko! You know all you had to was ask!”

“Well….,” I replied with mock innocence, “if you’re offering it….”

“Just get your ass over here and help me get these shorts over my shoes,” She laughed. “I’ll pee for ya, but I’m keeping my boots on!”

I gingerly helped her lift one leg slid her shorts and panties over her ankle and past her hiking shoes, and then did the same for her other leg.

“There,” I smiled, “one problem solved.” I stood up, placing her shorts over the rock next to our day pack and leaned in to kiss her. As our mouths pressed together, I ran my hand down over her belly and between her legs. My fingers gently explored her pink folds and I was pleasantly surprised to find her already quite moist. “Mmmmm…,” I moaned as I kissed along her cheek, “you’re already wet, you little minx.”

“Well, you’re not the only one who was hoping to get laid on this little walk, you know!” She told me with a smile, “Now step back, I gotta pee remember!” With that, she put her hand on my chest and guided me back a couple of steps.

She lowered herself down into a squat with her knees spread wide. Now that she was unencumbered by her shorts, she was able to support and position herself without my help, only needing to steady herself with a hand on the log bench. This allowed me to take a position based on getting the best view of this super hot, and so intimate, show she about about to provide.

She looked up at me and asked with a tease, “So, are you ready, you perv?”

“Oh, absolutely my dear.”

“Then ask for it.”

I always love it when she plays this little game, making me ask or even beg for something I know she wants just as bad as I do. So I play along, “Let me see you pee, baby, let me watch as that golden nectar flows from that pussy.”

“Yeah?” She asked, leading me on. I was momentarily at a loss for words. There she was, my wife, naked from the waist down, squating in front of me on a dirt trail up in the woods. One hand steadying herself, the other gently rubbing and spreading her pink lips for me. “Keep going….”

I began to rub my crotch in anticipation, my hand following the outline of the growing lump in my shorts. “Oh baby,” I whispered, “let it go, let that honey flow from your pussy, that sweet, pink, tight little pussy I love to lick and suck and taste. Let me watch as you relieve yourself here outside, let me watch you piss, please baby, please…”

“Yeah? You ready? Here you go babe…” with that she closed her eyes and I heard the most wonderful hissing sound as she released her control and began to spray the ground between her feet.

Her hot stream was under so much pressure, as she had been holding it in as long as she possibly could. It sprayed out in a hard stream, rapidly forming a growing puddle. She slid her hand down between her legs and using her fingers began directing the stream of her piss.

She splayed open her lips and lifted up slightly, causing her stream to arc up and away from her. At one point it was landing a good two feet from it’s perfect point of origin.

She looked up to see my stare transfixed on her glorious display. I fucking love watching my wife pee. The naughtiness, the taboo, the total kink of it all, it just gets me hard as fucking steel. As she looked straightforward, she was near eye level with my crotch, and she could plainly see the effect her show was having. I was gripping myself as I watched, squeezing my dick, the outline of my hard on was unmissable.

As her stream began to dwindle, she pushed a little and her stream would alternate between dribbles and a fast arcing spray. I was absolutely mesmerized by the sight. As her stream sprayed through the air, it would break up into countless little drops, each one catching the afternoon sunlight and shining like a little amber jewel as it hung mid-air and glinted in the sun before falling onto the leaves below.

As the last of her liquid gems fell to the earth, I came back from my reverie and looked her in the eyes. She saw the burning lust in my eyes, and I saw the same wanton look in hers. Her hand resumed its slow circling on her now very wet pussy.

“You’re going to want to fuck me now, aren’t you?” The way she said it wasn’t quite a question as a statement of fact.

I nodded.

“And you’re going to want to lick me clean before you do.” Again, not fully a question.

Again, I nodded.

She simply extended her hand to me, the one that she had been rubbing herself with. Except she held her hand palm facing me, with her fingers spread. I understood what she was telling me to do.

I stepped up to her and took those shiny, wet fingers into my mouth. As my tongue ran up and back down each of her fingers, I was rewarded with a beautiful mix of the thick, sweet taste of her pussy and the thin, tangy taste of her urine.

After her hand was sufficiently clean, I helped her up and guided her over to the rock. I pulled the small blanket, and another little item, out of the pack. The blanket was folded over and set on the rock as a little padding for her, the other item was slipped into my pocket.

She bent over the rock, placing her hands on the soft blanket for support, while I bent down behind her and placed my hands on the soft, round cheeks of her ass. She looked out and enjoyed the beautiful sight in front of her, the naturally green valley and clear blue lake nestled in the middle. I enjoyed my own beautiful view; the natural valley of her ass with the bright pink opening in the center. I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure I was enjoying my view allot more.

I leaned in, inhaling her intoxicating scent. A mixture of sweat, arousal, and pee. The tip of my tongue touched the side of her thigh and she let out a soft moan. I licked up towards her sex, my tongue capturing the small trickles of her golden water that had began to run down her legs. Up towards the apex of her legs, then back down, capturing every last, golden drop before moving to the other side. Once both sides were licked clean, I set my sights on the sweet, tasty center.

Using the tip of my tongue, I traced the outline of her lips, starting along the edge of her swelling clit and moving up to her puckered backdoor. She was flinching and moaning as I licked every available inch of her sodden crotch. Up and down, from side to side, I painted her pussy with my tongue. Giving her a cleaning she could never get from a piece of tissue. Her body was shuddering as I focused my attention on the source of this sweet goodness.

I placed my lips over her smooth ones and gently licked at her opening before sliding my squirming tongue up her tasty snatch. My nose was pressed against her puckered little backdoor, and after I licked out her pussy good, I lifted my mouth and began to give her a rim job to make her toes curl.

She pushed back against my tongue as I circled her tight ring, egging me to slip my tongue up her dark passage. I was only happy to oblige. Holding her cheeks open, I placed my lips over her asshole and slipped my wet tongue up her ass. In and out I probed, working it as deep as I could, pulling out and circling her taunt ring of muscle before diving in again. Her breathing was getting louder and I could tell she was getting turned on.

I pulled my tongue out of her asshole and lifted my face from between her cheeks just long enough to mutter, “Oh damn babe, I fucking love licking your asshole. I love the way you respond to my touch, the way your your little hole grips my tongue as I slide it in and out of your dark, dirty little hole.” I slipped a finger into her now sopping wet slit, and used my thumb to rub circles around her hardened clit.

“Does this turn you on?” I asked rhetorically, “do you like having my tongue up your ass while I finger your pussy? You do, don’t ya? Yeah, you love it, I can tell by how wet you are.” I teased her with dirty talk in between licks of her bum, asking her questions and then getting my answer by feeling her squirm against my face and push back on my fingers. I knew she was hot, and it wouldn’t take long before she was ready for what I had in mind.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” I stated. “I’m going to fuck this tight asshole.” I reached down into my pocket and pulled out the small tube of lube I brought. Flipping open the cap, I squeezed some out on the top of the crack of her ass, then using my finger, I began to spread it down and around my target.

I slid an oiled finger around her puckered sphincter and gently eased it in. She exhaled in pleasure as my finger slid up her tightest hole. I applied more lube as I gently worked my finger in and out of her. I felt the resistance fade away as she relaxed and became more comfortable with my finger. I added another along with a little more lube, trying to get as much of the slippery substance up inside her as possible, turning and twisting my fingers as I probed her.

I could hear her take and release deep breaths, steeling herself for what was about to happen. I bent down and gave her pussy some oral attention while I got her backside ready for riding.

A few minutes of lapping at her pussy while I finger fucked her ass and I asked, “You ready now? Are you ready for me to replace my fingers with my fat cock?”

She moaned in response, “mmmmm hmmmm”

I stood up and opened my shorts, finally freeing my hard-on. It was standing at attention and more than ready to penetrate her tight little backdoor.

I slicked up my stiff rod and aimed my swollen cock head against the tight little opening of her asshole. As I felt her anal opening kiss the head of my cock, I pushed against it, and the tip of my cock popped inside.

She made a little high pitched squealing sound as her ass clamped down around the head of my cock and I began to slide inside her, pushing deeper and deeper, filling her most private of holes with thick, hard cock.

I paused momentarily to make sure she was okay and she whispered “It’s okay, you won’t break me…” as she pushed back into me ever so slightly. She started rocking back and forth until I moved in time with her pace.

I swear her asshole is warmer than any mouth and tighter than any hand. I’m not John Holmes by any means, but I am closer to 8 than 7, and have seen enough cocks to know I am thicker than most, but I swear, slipping up her backdoor makes me feel like King fucking Kong. She is so tight that it feel like I am stretching her to her absolute limits.

I did my best to ease into it, letting her ass swallow my cock slowly, letting her control the depth and speed until she got comfortable with my rectal invasion before I picked up momentum, my hands beginning to grip tightly at her hips and ass.

She let out another little squeal as I began to work my cock quicker in and out of her delicious bottom. This time her excited cries only spurred me on, encouraging me to drive in faster and harder. Ramming her sweaty ass over and over again. We were both making sounds more animal than human as our flesh slapped together in some perverse union.

I began to pound into her so hard it nearly laid her flat against the rock. She moaned and cursed loudly, urging me to finish inside her.

“Fuck, your cock hurts so good….hurry up and cum baby, cum up my ass! Fill me with your thick, hot, cream!” She cried out as I violated her, trying to get me off with her filthy mouth.

“Almost there……almost there,” I panted, sweating from the combination of the hot mid-day sun, the exertion of riding her so hard and fast, and of course, the excitement of butt fucking her so publicly, knowing it was entirely possible for a hiker to stumble upon us and get the surprise of their life!

Soon, I knew I was at the point of no return, “Here I come, baby!” I grunted as I thrust deep into her. Her head snapped up as she arched her back and I filled her ass with my seed.

My cock jerked excitedly inside her tight little asshole, spraying deep into her anus. I held her hard against me, my hips pushing deep into her ample ass, spurting thick wads of semen into her delicious warm bottom. I was indeed filling her up, as a small amount of my cream bubbled out past the tight seal of her sphincter, down my drained balls and fell to the dried leaves at our feet.

I stood there breathing heavily, enjoying the final pulses of my orgasm, as my cock twitched and pumped it’s last few drops of my load into her pulsating rectum.

Looking around, I took in all the beauty around me, everything from the tops of the trees, the lake below, the three creeks feeding into the lake, and of course, the most magnificent sight; my wife’s wonderful ass, exposed to nature. Her twin globes of ass meat shining in the sun, glistening with our mix of sweat, my thick meaty pole still lodged between them, warm and snug in her butt.

My five senses nearly pushed to the max with overloaded and mixed sensations. Breathing in deeply, I could smell the freshness and purity of the crisp mountain air, mixed with scent of her urine which still clinging to my face around my nose and mouth. I could still taste the tangy bitterness of the sweat I licked from the crack of her ass. The coolness of the mountain breeze gave me goose bumps on my exposed skin, contrasting with the heat of her asshole as it gripped my softening member. I listened to the wind rustling through the trees, the songs of the birds, and finally, the wet popping sound of my dick as it slipped out of her well fucked and slightly over-lubed asshole.

She let out a contented moan as she straightened herself up. My hands slid from her wide hips, up over her belly, finally cupping her large breasts. As I rolled her thick, stiff nipples between my fingers, I kissed her softly on the neck.

“Love you baby.” I said softly.

“I love you too,” she replied. We stood there for a few more minutes, my hands gently caressing her, her hands guiding mine at times, at others, keeping them from her more sensitive areas. “Now, now,” she playfully chided, “we can’t get started again. Hand me the bag, let’s get cleaned up and head back, we’re probably pushing out luck as it is, standing here half naked on the trail.”

“Oh…you’re probably right.” I reluctantly agreed as I reached for the small shoulder bag I brought with us. We cleaned ourselves off with the wet wipes I brought for the occasion, and bagged them up for later disposal.

We walked back to our camp, holding hands. That night as we lay curled up together, I knew I was such a lucky man to have a beautiful wife who has such a high and freaky sex drive as I do.

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