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He must have been watching, and possibly listening from less than several feet from his tent. Hayley began to softly chuckle, but I was wondering what exactly might be discussed at breakfast. Hayley could feel me stiffen, amazingly for soon after cumming. She turned on her side and reinserted my cock within her. It was a long, slow, and ultra quiet coital embrace that we shared into the night, with the sounds of the wind rustling through the high tree leaves.
Breakfast left much to be desired, as far as taste. A mix of grapes and trail mix took the edge off hunger, but that was it. We shared general pleasantries about how we slept, and I was generally surprised and relieved that Eric had not bluntly asked how the sex was the night before, as straightforward conversation, if you can call it that, had been his hallmark. Instead, he asked about the day's plans. "What did you plan on doing had I not come?" Interesting choice of words, that. "We were going to hike back to the main path, go up the trail 2-3 miles, meet up with the creek again, and then follow it back to here," I said. "You want to go for a hike?" "Sure, that sounds great." And it was true, we were going to go on a hike. But as we reentered our tent, I realized our planned trip was slightly more complicated than I had foreseen. Hayley had packed her bags for a trip with just the two of us. The only shorts she had brought were the hiking shorts she had worn the day before. And while she had brought changes in socks, she had otherwise brought only two pair of g-strings and two halter tops, somewhat loose but secured only by strings. The only bra she had brought was the one that she had revealed the night before, which wouldn't exactly assist in maintaining modesty. So my wife was to go hiking bra-less. Had it been just me, I would have been ogling and pawing at her all along the trail, which was her intent. But with Eric along, .I wouldn't be the only one ogling. After passing around the insect repellent and stocking up on water, we were off. It wasn't long before Eric was apologizing for upsetting our weekend. "I'm sure you were both planning on a little quality time without the kids around, and here I am." Hayley responded with the only thing she could, "Eric, don't be silly. If we didn't want you to come, we would have told you. You know us, and you know we would have. It's great to see you again after all this time. It's not the weekend I thought it would have been, sure, but it's been great to have you here." Eric replied, somewhat sheepishly, "Well, I...you know...I don't want to get in the way. If you want me to take a long walk and leave you alone for a while." I wasn't sure exactly how he meant that. It was almost like he was saying that he could go while asking if he could stay, instead. I wasn't sure how I wanted to answer that. Hayley and I hadn't had a chance to talk in private since we had arrived. "Eric, it's okay, all right? I'm glad you're here, too. We're old friends; it's good to be around you again. We three used to hang out together in school, too, remember?" "Okay, but. you know, even back then, Hayley didn't wear shirts like that" Eric looked at Hayley's chest, his gaze lingering a bit longer than he probably planned. Probably. "It's pretty obvious that you weren't expecting company." He had a point. Hayley had recently figured out that her breasts had "matured" to a 40D. Whatever top she wore, the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was conspicuous, and her exertions on the hilly trail caused her breasts to jiggle continuously. They were eye magnets, for sure. Hayley responded, "Look, Eric. If you'll remember, I didn't have a chance to re-pack after I found out you were here. I didn't bring much in the way of clothing, and, honestly, I wasn't planning on wearing it much. So you're right about what we were planning for the weekend. But that doesn't mean we still can't enjoy ourselves, and I really am glad you came. So anyway, I'll just wear what I brought. If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know. Maybe I can wear one of Steven's T- shirts or something." "What, are you kidding? I think I'd rather see Steven in his clothing and you in yours." He winked at her. I spent most of my time, when not watching my step, ogling as I had intended. Eric, on the other hand, was naturally investigative on the species of trees and plants, and he was much more accustomed to walking in the woods due to his job. Therefore, he would stop behind us, catch up, venture off to the side briefly, and, when we rested, wait patiently for us. At our first stop, Eric did a fine job of casually standing in front of us while we were seated on a fallen tree. It didn't escape me, or, I'm sure, Hayley, that he was getting a great view of her cleavage as he moved about. And I noticed that Hayley, after fumbling with her water bottle, managed to lean over slightly more than necessary to retire her shoe strings, which were probably tied just fine anyway. So there it was. Hayley was giving a show of her tits. I couldn't tell how much of a show it was, seated beside her. But, good for her! I'm sure it's not many 39 year olds who can command an audience, and she was in fine form. At 5'5", she was average height. Or, the perfect height, for someone, like myself at 6'0", to pull close and kiss. Everything fit. Her brown hair was cut several inches below her shoulder. While many of the women our age have cut their hair, Hayley's figure was excellent, and there would be no reason for that particular concession to age be made for years yet. Her hips were wider than when we met in school due to having two kids, and she had matured to a woman's body from that of a girl. But she wasn't fat. Cellulite was nowhere to be seen in her legs or hips, and her breasts were the perfect size. They could be dressed conservatively and remain unremarkable, or they could be let loose and raise a hungering lust. Which was what I was feeling. I stood, and Eric casually changed his direction as if he hadn't been looking at Hayley's breasts. Hayley had just begun re-tying her other shoe, and I could see the view that she had been giving Eric. Her breasts were hanging slightly, giving more definition to her cleavage. The hem of her top remained loose, and by moving slightly, as Eric had, I could see the darker pink edges of her Areola, but her nipples remained barely covered. I hardly considered it the result of careful planning. Hayley, what were you up to? An excitement that bordered on dizziness made me realize just how close to happening this threesome fantasy was. It seemed that all it would take was a question to get the ball rolling. "Eric, would you be game for fucking my wife?" That wasn't the way to do it, but it would certainly work. Again, a certain sense of excitement coursed through me, as I realized that, at the moment, I wanted it to happen. I had to talk with Hayley. Eric was very accommodating by trailing behind us to check out trees and to gather several leaves for species he wasn't certain about. It was also my chance to do something besides ogle. I walked closer to Hayley, and reached for one of her breasts. Rather than receive a playful snarl that sometimes occurs when I feel her in a non-romantic occasion, she trembled slightly, as if she was almost orgasmic. I also noticed that, as we had been walking for about an hour, she had broken a light sweat. The moisture under her breast was apparent, and it was absorbed into the fabric of her shirt. It wasn't an issue now, but I could tell that the thin white fabric would become transparent as she continued to sweat. It occurred to me that this wasn't beyond her notice, or her original intention when planning the trip. But she also could have asked to borrow some clothing from me or Eric, and she hadn't. In fact, she. "Touch me again." What? My hand had fallen away from her breast so I cupped the other one, rubbing my fingers upwards to her nipple. She gasped audibly, and shook again. "Hayley, what..." "Stop. Take a deep breath. Tell me, what do you smell?" I inhaled deeply. "Clean mountain air. A faint smell of decomposing leaves, maybe." And then I caught it. "And you." "I am so wet. This g-string isn't very practical, I've discovered. It rides up into my crotch. Steven, look at my legs." I looked. Wow. Her legs might appear to be sweaty, but it was her cunt juice leaking, and that was what I could smell. In typical solve it mode, I offered, "I've got a paper towel in my pack. I can." "No, you don't understand. I haven't decided yet. But I think I want to., you know. Our fantasy. I'm camping out in the woods, with nobody around. There's no one that would know. The man I love is here, and Eric is...we've always come this...Eric is the perfect guy for..." "A threesome. Yes, I know." I could see in her eyes that she wanted to say more. "I'm on the verge of turning 40. I'm fairly certain that my body isn't going to get better over the next 10 years. This isn't about love, you know. I love you. You're all that I want. But I think I would like the experience, and then a memory, of." She looked slightly at a loss of words, and she was still trembling as I rubbed each breast with the back of my index finger. "I know, of being the center of attention, of being desirable enough to attract two guys. Is that it?" She nodded, but still at a loss of words. "Hayley, it's part of the fantasy that we probably never shared. My fantasy for you, and for myself, includes really the same thing. I like having a wife that looks sexy enough to attract other men, proud in a weird way that you're desirable to other men." She looked relived that I could express what she was thinking. Then I saw the concern on her face. "But I wouldn't want to hurt you. It's not about lovemaking. I don't love Eric. I like him lots as a friend, yes, but it would really be like...like sex for sport, me conquering the game." She gave a little laugh. "Like sport fucking. I just want to try it for this once, but I have to know that you're okay with it." "I am." She looked up in a pleading way. "And that you'll still love me?" "I do. And I always will." Her nipples were hard points, and I rubbed them between my fingers. She pushed my hands away, the sensation obviously too much for her. "Steven, really? You really mean it? You'll let me fuck Eric?" There, she had said it. "Yes. With me there. Yes." "And you won't divorce me, or think of me as whore?" "Hayley," I paused, and held her hands in mine, "I love you." I moved one of her hands and pressed it against my shorts, where she could what was a very uncomfortable erection. "I want this too." I think. "Are you sure you want to?" "Yes. No. I think so. Let's see how it goes. But let me call the shots, okay? I want to be in control. If I go through with it." I could see Eric approaching down the path. I gave Hayley a kiss, which was a full, wet one, with her tongue. She was hungry for sex. When Eric caught up with us, I could see that he was more than a little curious about a certain odor, although he never was blatant enough to sniff towards Hayley. It almost smelled like we had already sex. I'm sure that he, as I did, took notice of what was becoming Hayley's see through top. It wouldn't be long, and her tits would be visible. What then? We checked our map and ventured off our path towards the stream. The undergrowth was heavy and hard to pass, so we opted to head back to the path and then back to camp. As we hiked, I noticed a change about her. At first, I decided it was a resolution that had come to, but that was only the start. It was confidence that was more descriptive. It manifested itself in different ways. Her gait changed slightly. She walked more erect. It struck me that earlier, she had been walking in a posture that would minimize her breasts. Now they were out there. She smiled more, she sweated more. When Eric wasn't looking, she gathered her shirt and wiped the sweat off her breasts and torso with no more concern than if she was wiping her forehead.. It didn't have quite the same effect as a wet T-shirt contest, but she certainly had our attention. Eric had the sense to steal glances during conversation and not comment on the fact that she was offering quite a view. We finally returned to camp. Eric said, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm headed for that little pool to cool off." "Sounds good to me," I added. "Be there in a minute. I'll grab some sandwiches from the cooler and some beer." Eric added. "Nah, why don't you go change. Steven and I will carry the cooler to the creek. It'll be like a wet bar." We started carrying the cooler and found a flat rock nearer the water level that would be convenient. The water was freezing at first, and then only very cold. After opening the cooler, it was only then that we realized Hayley had followed us. Not that I minded. Her top was going to look terrific when it was soaked. We both, by instinct, found a rock ledge to sit on while watching her enter the pool. Eric was a little slow on the uptake. "You're not going to change?" Hayley said what, I'm sure, was factual, but she said it in a dead-on sexy tone, just shy of the exaggeration of a seductress. "I...didn't bring one. I thought it would just be the two of us." She winked at him, and he clearly didn't know what to make of it. She removed her shoes and socks and entered the water. When she reached the cooler, the water level was at her waist. As she was getting the sandwiches out, she added, "These shorts were going to need to be washed anyway." Eric and I glanced at each other. I gave him a conspiratorial look and said, "I think the shirt needs it too!" Eric laughed, and Hayley turned with a "you mischievous boys" look.
She handed us the sandwiches, then the beer, and the conversation was decidedly absent until the meal was finished. I got back into the water and found another shelf to sit on, one that, I was certain, Hayley and I had sat on and made love the previous year. Eric moved to a nearby shelf. Hayley waded over, dove underwater briefly, then emerged, pulling her hair back over her face. Her tits now had that "wet T-shirt" contest look, no question. Her nipples stood erect their full half inch length, clearly visible in almost every detail. Eric was open-mouthed, and I was at a loss for words myself. She was in charge, I kept telling myself. Still. "Hayley, would you get us another beer?" I was going to need it, at least. She did, and approached Eric very closely before handing him the beer, giving him quite an eyeful. Then, although there was ample room on my shelf for her to sit, she chose to sit in my lap. Aside from putting pressure on my cock, her position also kept her breasts above water and directly in front of Eric. "Hayley, I think your breasts have gotten quite a bit larger than college," said Eric. There, count on Eric to make it direct. I was glad this was out in the open, yet curious as hell how this would work, if it would work, and the odd sensation of dizziness came back with the realization that this was "really" happening. "Yeah. They were 34B's then, I think." She reached over for my beer and took a sip, a rarity for her. She must have been a lot more nervous than she sounded. "I didn't know what I was missing, I think. I used to say that `more than a handful is a waste,' but I don't think that's the case." She grabbed one of my hands, squeezing it under her breast, demonstrating that she was obviously bigger than a handful. "Steven, what do you think?" "I, eh..."
"Hey, guys. Wait. Remember there's a single guy over here. I didn't even bring a girlfriend!" Hayley laughed in a carefree way that I could barely even remember hearing before. She turned slightly and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. And her kiss was not a romantic one. It was her method of saying she wanted it hard, fast, and now. She broke the kiss and said ever so softly, "Yes?"
It took a moment for me to realize what she was asking, but the question answered itself. I responded with a whispered "yes," noting the glint of excitement in her blue eyes. She kissed me again, this time in the "I love you" manner, and scooted off into the pool. She walked halfway to Eric and plunged underwater. The water was crystal clear, but it was still a surprise when she burst through the surface without her top. I could only see her back as she walked towards Eric, away from me. But it was one of the sexiest visions I've ever had. Eric was awestruck, his mouth slightly open, clearly not believing the turn of events. "Who says you don't have a girlfriend here?" She reached out to his hands, and literally had to pull them to her breasts. His hands didn't move. Hayley, I could tell, was nervous, probably wondering if she...we...had misread the signs. Eric looked over her shoulder at me. "Steven?"
"It's okay. It's the first time for us, too." I wasn't sure if he knew what I meant, but he understood the permission. Hayley turned slightly, and I watch him as his hands reached for my wife's breasts. While they didn't look different as he cupped and stretched them, it was strange to see something so familiar yet not be able to feel them. He slid off the ledge to stand in front of her in the water, then bent to suck at her breasts. Hayley was no stranger to foreplay, but she had other ideas. She reached to his pants and began unbuttoning his shorts, then unzipping them. I was sure that she was pleased with what she felt underneath, she was smiling so much. She dipped underwater as she pulled his shorts down, returning moments later with them in hand, tossing them onto a rock. His hands returned to her breasts as they engaged in a kiss. Which was strange. We had fantasized about the sex, but never about a kiss. Unexpectedly, it made me jealous. If this made me jealous, how was watching them have sex going to be? It was a strange source of comfort that my hand subconsciously found my cock, which was rock hard, and began rubbing it through my shorts. I realized that I was extremely turned on, even watching my wife kiss another man. Hayley broke the kiss, finally, revealing that her hand had been working at his cock underwater throughout. "Steven, I'm very cold. Would you get our sleeping bags and towels and spread them out in front of the tents?"
It made sense to me. My feet were getting numb. After I had spread the towels over the sleeping bags, I saw that Hayley and Eric were approaching. It was strange to see Eric naked. Even as roommates, we had avoided that familiarity. He was sporting an erection, and it felt weird even checking him out. He was slightly longer, but thinner, than me. However, most of my attention was on Hayley. She was still wearing her shorts, but she was topless, and her breasts were jiggling with every step. It occurred to me how infrequently I saw her naked while moving. It was always standing, lying down, getting dressed. It was a tremendous turn-on just to see her in this way. Hayley said, "Steven, I explained to him that this isn't about me and him. It's about you and me, and him. He's a bit nervous, but no more nervous than me. Anything else you want to add?"
"Eric, this is really okay with me. I think! We had talked about something like this for a long time, although we never would have planned it. But we're here, and we both want it to happen. The main point is this, it's our job to pleasure her. That's it." Eric looked somewhat tense, but his eyes burned with desire as he continued to take in the sight of Hayley's breasts. "I've never experienced anything like this, but I've always dreamed about it. And even though I never said anything about it, even in college I always wanted to get in her pants. This is like a dream come true." "You're right. It is." said Hayley. There was a silent pause, as we each waited for the next move.
Hayley looked at each of us briefly in the eyes, me first, then Eric. "I want you both to fuck me. Eric, help me with these." Hayley stuck her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts. Eric did, admiring the g-string that was buried in the folds of her cunt. Hayley had trimmed her cunt neatly in a narrow "V", but with the g-string nestled within her slit, her hair was on display. And then, even the little patch was gone, and my wife was standing in front of another man nude. They laid down on the towels, and I stripped to join them. Hayley said, "Steven, first, I want you to feel my cunt before we go any further." I placed my hand on her, and was surprised by the heat that I felt, as well as by the amount of fluids that had already escaped her cunt. "I've never seen you so wet." It was all I could say. Eric had been watching, and, as I removed my hand, he lowered his face to Hayley's pussy, where he inhaled deeply before giving her a long lash with his tongue. Hayley reached to lift his head. Eric looked like he wanted more foreplay, but Hayley quickly added, "There's time for play later. Right now, I want you to fuck me." Eric knelt at her legs, which were only partially open. In a variation of his sense of humor, he added, "Aren't you going to make me feel more welcome?" Hayley looked briefly confused, so I helped by reaching to her knee and pulling it up. She understood, spreading her legs wide, opening her cunt for him. It was quite a sensation to see my wife spread herself for another man.
I watched as he guided the swollen head of his cock against her clit, teasing her. This prompted a sharp response from her, "IN me, not on me." And I saw for the first time another man's cock enter my wife, one smooth stroke and then my vision was blocked. I watched as her leg left my hand to wrap around his back. He was in deep, and she wasn't letting him out. I could see her facial expression change from lustful desire to passion as he thrust within her. Red splotches appeared at her neck, her lips parted for her heavy breaths, and her eyes fluttered. Her tits were flattened under his chest, and her hand was scratching at the towels. No, they were searching. She remembered me. I reached for her hand to hold it, but she threw it aside. I moved closer and placed her hand on my cock. She immediately grasped me with the tightest grip she had and began stroking me. I was so mesmerized by what I was seeing that my concentration was far from what I was feeling. I could tell that Eric was close to orgasm, and my wife encouraged him, surprisingly, I thought, "Yes, that's it. You feel so good. Cum inside me. You know you always wanted to. I want to feel you cum." His thrusts were so hard I wondered if they were hurting her, but it wasn't anything I hadn't done to her before. Eric's face tightened, and I knew she was getting her wish. She, too, was lost in the experience, her eyes fluttering. When the last of his orgasm subsided, he withdrew, a sight that I was surprisingly curious to see. Maybe it was because my view had been so limited, which was certainly something that I had never considered in the fantasy. But the result was. His cock was drenched with sticky juices and cum, and some of it oozed from my wife's cunt.
In our usual love-making, she's usually ready to roll over and, with my help, finger herself to an orgasm. But not this time. She quickly got on all fours, spreading herself again. "Fuck me, Steven. Fuck me." It was only then that I realized my cock was still rock hard and that, somehow, I had managed not to cum. Her face was somewhat hidden by her hair, but it struck me that she wasn't even looking at me. She just wanted to be fucked. So I moved behind her and entered her with one quick thrust, noticing how different it was to enter her when she was so wet, so heated, and so open. I was fucking my wife's just-fucked pussy.
Unbelievable. Eric slid his head underneath her dangling breasts, and I could hear Eric sucking noisily as Hayley whimpered from the added sensual input. She continued to arch her back and rock backward to meet each of my thrusts. She finally gave up on holding herself up on her hands, lowering herself to her elbows, no doubt filling Eric's face with tit. My self-control was at an end, and I grabbed her hips, pulling myself into her harder with each thrust. Hayley began to howl, somewhere between a squeal and a scream. She gave herself over to words. "That's it, Eric. Suck that tit. Don't move from it. Keep going. Steven. keep. Oh!. I'm going to cum." She lost herself in moans as she orgasmed, and I came within her, with massive throbs running through my cock.
I was spent, but my cock didn't retreat as it normally did. I was still turned on as hell, with what I had witnessed. Eric, too, was showing signs that he was ready for another round. I decided that it wasn't youthfulness that allowed quick recoveries, it was the excitement. And I hadn't been this excited since our first year or two of sex. I was sure that Hayley was probably feeling the same. In our lovemaking, Hayley sometimes would get sore, and I was wondering if this would put a damper on our activities for a while. Hayley regained her breath and then nudged Eric to roll over on his back. She then stood astride him, her cunt in glorious view. "Steven, move a little closer." I knew what she was going to do and didn't pass up the opportunity. It was strange seeing Eric's cock as I neared his side, but my attention was quickly moved to my wife's cunt as she slowly, provocatively, descended onto Eric's cock. She reached back and felt the firmness of his cock, and she retreated slightly to better position herself to ride him. Then began the show. Her legs were taught as she raised and lowered herself slowly. I tried to commit each of the 15 strokes to memory, amazed at what I was seeing...at what we had allowed to happen. Then she settled onto him and began moving her hips in circles. Hayley has never been too fond of the taste of cum, so I was surprised that she beckoned me to stand, taking my cock in her hand and licking it, then sucking it as she rode Eric. We had talked through this scene in our fantasies, and here we were, doing it. Just a little while later, I came squirting onto her tits, watching as it beaded on her breasts and ran down. The sex, from this point on, was frequent but not constant.
We all required a little time to recover between rounds, which allowed just enough of a break to add water to our dehydrated dinner packs and heat them with the small cook kit. The conversation wasn't deep and it wasn't about "old times." It was strictly on the new times, and what, specifically, we could do next. It wasn't the super kinky shenanigans of idle fantasies. We didn't cum on her face, or tie her to a tree, or in any way treat her like a "slut." It was all about sex, or, in Hayley's terms, sport sex - breasts, cunt, cocks, mouths, and hands. Later that night, our visit to Eric's tent fulfilled the possibility of what had been there the night before. We were naked, except for Hayley. She had brought out her special bra, as well as stockings and panties that matched the bra. She read to us again several stories from Eric's book, gradually losing her garments so she could place a hand on her clit as we fondled her breasts and listened. The stories led to the expected conclusion, which took us deep into the night with our play. We finally fell asleep, together. The following morning, the "questions" returned, a measure of reality for each of us.
Eric had woken early and gone for a short hike, as he later explained, feeling restless about our relationship. He blamed himself for taking advantage of us, both in going camping and by "getting personal" with my wife. We reassured him that everything was okay, even though we weren't entirely sure it was. Or wasn't. It was too early to tell. But we could tell he was glad to hear this, because he offered to return with us for the week. To which we answered a gentle "no." We needed time for ourselves. But only after a couple more morning rounds! By lunchtime, we packed the site and hiked towards the cars. Eric would take souvenirs in a couple of ways. His tent smelled of the hours of sex that we had the night before, and Hayley stripped when we reached the cars to remove her g-string, which by that time was nowhere close to clean. She hung it on his rearview mirror, she said, as a safety precaution to keep him awake on the road.
We bid Eric farewell, which again included a long kiss between Eric and Hayley. Then we went to the camp showers to clean up a little more properly than our frequent dips into the stream pool had afforded. During the trip home and for the following week, Hayley and I did a lot of talking, and a lot of screwing, some of which was hard sex, some of which was tender love. She reassured me that, while she had enjoyed the feeling of being fucked by another man, and had enjoyed Eric's cock in her hands and mouth, he wasn't "better" than me, just different. And it wasn't just the sex with another man that had excited her, it was the feel of my cock in her hand while he fucked her, or the awareness of my eyes upon them that made it an experience for her.
It wasn't about Eric; it was about the two of us with a third, which was something completely new. Her favorite memories weren't of the intercourse, although she liked it a lot. First, there was the remembrance of all that nude skin touching her at once. We hadn't anticipated that. And secondly, it was holding an erect cock in each hand.
This brought a sense of complete satisfaction that she had in her hands the essence of two men, both primed for sex, with just her. And the question had been modified. It wasn't "Could we ever, really, have a threesome?" It was "Did we want to again?"
And when Eric called a month or so later to check up on us, the question was not nearly so hard to answer.

The Author would like to emphasize that while I have tried to make this story realistic, I in no way encourage or suggest that couples seek sex outside of their marriage.
Comments I receive usually indicate that someone gets hurt. Enjoy the fantasy. Comments and suggestions desired, especially from those who have shared it with their spouses. It would only take a few moments to make an author very happy. If you don't want me to respond due to privacy issues, just let me know. E-mail to: OneIdleHand@hotmail.com (c) Copyright 2002 This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. This work may be archived and displayed on non-commercial web sites without permission, but please do not remove the author name or e-mail address.