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I was very grateful Dan knew how to create a fire, because otherwise I might have frozen to death. We had gone for a late evening swim – we were drunk and stupid, and his wife made it clear that if we didn’t shut up and let the kids get to sleep, he was gonna regret it – and in the meantime, the fire had died. I admired his tight ass from my vantage point in the hammock as he bent over the fire pit, building up some nice flames so we could warm up and have a few more drinks before turning in. By the sounds of conversation and distant guitars around us, it seemed like the majority of the other campers would be up for a while, quietly enjoying the warm night.

With the fire finally roaring, Dan pulled his chair beside and handed me a bottle, which he had fished out of my husband’s cooler, commenting that the kids and our spouses must be asleep based on the snoring sounds coming from our respective trailers. Dan and I had been friends for a long time. We had been cubicle-mates at work first, then when we both moved on to other jobs, we had stayed in touch, getting together once or twice a year. It had been his wife’s idea to invite us camping after we had had to turn down several other dates due to our busy schedule. Our kids were of a similar age, and our spouses were extroverted chatters, so it had been a pleasant weekend so far.

I had all the time wondered Dan was good looking; he was tall, fit, and had a great smile and clear blue eyes. He was also very sweet, all the time thoughtful and happy to lend a hand with anything. But he had already been married for several years when we met, and I had met my husband shortly thereafter. Still, we had also all the time been a little flirty when our spouses weren’t around, probably owing to the fact that we liked to imbibe when we got together.

“This was a good weekend.” Dan said with satisfaction. “What time.are you guys heading out tomorrow?”

“We have no plan. We’ll just get up, make breakfast, and start cleaning up. This kids want to go swimming again before we leave.”

Dan nodded and sipped his beer. He leaned back in his chair and casually put his hand on my leg, before realizing I was not, in fact, his wife, and yanking his hand back, embarrassed.

“I am so sorry,” Dan laughed with me. “Old habits, you know?”

“It’s ok,” I said between giggles, trying to stay quiet, “it’ll be the most action I get all weekend.” Dan laughed at that, surprised. Before I realized what I was saying, my mouth kept talking. “Pity, too, because there’s nothing like getting railed when you’re drunk.”

Dan choked on his drink and my cheeks burned, mortified. Our flirting had all the time been very PG, and I was not usually one to let my guard down. However, his inhibition had apparently gone, too, because he waved toward the tent. “Then go get your husband up!”

I shook my head. “Hell, no. There’s kids in there.”

Dan nodded his head knowingly. “Judy is way too prudish for that.”

“What, fucking in front of the kids? I guess call me a prude, then.”

“No, no,” Dan laughed. “Getting railed.”

I burst out laughing, and Dan followed suit, each of us trying to shush the other. When we finally got ourselves under control, I noticed that Dan was eyeing me up. “Joe is a lucky guy.” His eyes slipped down my body from my ample chest, to my mommy pooch, shaply hips, and thick thighs. I couldn’t help but perk my breasts up a bit, and I could feel heat rising between my legs. “I didn’t peg you for a nympho.”

I scoffed. “I wouldn’t call it that. I just like what I like.”

Dan put his hand back on my leg, a little further up my thigh this time. “Do you like this?”

I narrowed my eyes. “That depends. Do YOU like it?”

Dan nodded and bit his lip, tentatively shifting in his chair so his hand slid up my side to rest on my breast. My skin tingled as his hand moved over it, seperated by only my swim suit. He massaged my breast and I shifted to position my nipple under his palm. I saw him adjust the crotch of his swim trunks to accommodate his growing penis. A wave of heat shot through me, sending juices to my pussy.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I goaded him.

He answered by pulling the cup of my swimsuit down, exposing me. He kneaded my bare breast, causing me to squirm.

“Maybe,” I breathed, “Judy isn’t a prude.” Dan stopped moving, a quizzical look on his face. “Maybe you just don’t have the balls to take what you want.”

That did the trick. He sprung into action, standing to lean over me, burying his mouth into mine. I whimpered as he kissed me, pinning my wrists above my head against the canvas of the hammock. I felt his cock hard against my leg, precum dampening the outside of his trunks. He suddenly stood and dipped the front of his trunks down to free himself. He sidled up to my face, grabbed my hair with both hands and shoved his cock into my mouth.

I took it willingly, reveling in the taste of his smooth skin and salty precum. He stroked in and out of my mouth, trying hard not to moan out loud. I gave half of a single wondered to our spouses sleeping just feet away with our respective children, but forgot about it as Dan ran his hand over my breasts, down my stomach, and rested, cupping me between the legs. He massaged my mound, stimulating my clit and causing my swimsuit crotch to be soaked with my juices.

Dan withdrew his penis from my face and pulled me up by my hair to a sitting position on the hammock. He positioned himself, pushing my knees aside, between my legs, reaching down to kiss me, pushing my tongue with his. He moved the crotch of my swimsuit apart, slipping two fingers into my slit as far as they would go. I gasped as he fucked me with his fingers and massaged my clit with his thumb.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out.” Dan growled in my ear. “You better not wake up my wife.”

I breathed my consent as he pulled my swimsuit out of the way further and pushed his cock deep into my pussy. He was longer than my husband, and I whimpered at the feeling of him filling me up over and over. He used the momentum of the hammock to slam my pelvis into his, creating a clapping sound I wondered for certain would wake everyone up. I buried my head into his shoulder as he pounded me. He grabbed at my swimsuit straps and pulled them down, allowing my breasts to bounce against his chest. He sucked one nipple, then the other, sliding his hands inside my swimsuit and under my ass and pulling at my ass cheeks. I felt his finger massage my asshole. It was all too much and my pussy spasmed with an orgasm, deliciously gripping Dan’s member.

Dan pulled out as my muscles were still pulsing, leaning down to slowly lick my pussy from bottom up to my clit, stopping to circle the nub, making me gasp and stiffle a cry. He dipped a finger into my creamy slit, dragging my wetness to my asshole and slowly inching his middle finger inside. It made me shudder.

Standing up again, he ordered to roll over. I propped myself up on my knees, sticking my ass out in his direction. He wrapped one arm around my collarbone and the other around my waist before sliding himself inside my pussy to the hilt. I bit my lip as he thoroughly railed me, pounding me over and over. After a while, I couldn’t stay silent anymore, and I whimpered every time his cock bottomed out inside me. I was holding onto his arm to maintain my balance, digging my nails into his skin.

He let go and yanked my swimsuit all the way down. He sunk one hand into my hip, pulling me back toward him, and the other arm braced me between my breats, his hand around my throat. Suddenly, I realized his cock was pushing into my asshole. “Wait…” I protested, but Dan’s hand tightened around my neck and the other squeezed my mound, stimulating my clit. His cock bore into my ass bit by bit, slowly stretching me until I felt like I was gonna split. I was having such a hard time being quiet, he covered my mouth with his hand. After a few more pumps, he returned his cock to my pussy, and if I wondered he was being rough before, it was nothing compared to this.

Dan tightened his grip on me and I hung on for dear life as he brutalized my pussy. He fucked me so hard and fast, and had his hand so tightly over my mouth, I wondered I might pass out. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I knew my husband would never be able to top this.

The dam finally broke and another orgasm washed over me, more intense than the first. My spasming muscles sent Dan over the edge, and he stiffled a moan into my hair as his cock throbbed and I felt his warm cum empty inside me.

“Feel better?” Dan panted in my ear as he released his grip on me.

I withered back onto the hammock, gasping, and nodded. “You?”

Dan just smirked, tucking his softening cock back in his trunks, turning toward his trailer. “We should definitely plan another camping trip.” Was all he said before he disappeared inside.

NSFW: yes

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