Chapter 1

I didn’t know what exactly had happened, opening my groggy eyes at some point in the morning. I struggled to get my bearings, looking around me to find a tent, much to my surprise. I didn’t know how I ended up in a motherfucking tent, of all things! That was when I noticed the fact that I wasn’t alone. Right there, in the same damn sleeping bag, was a very warm, very naked, and very female body. It wasn’t my wife’s, either. That was very strange indeed!

I looked down to my groin and saw that it was rather wet, smelling distinctly of pussy at that. Oh, Jesus, I raw dogged this woman, did bareback all the fucking way! I just didn’t remember it, but why? How did I get here, anyway? Where was my wife, for that matter? What did she do while I somehow found myself in a fucking tent with a stranger ... a lovely stranger with rather nice tan lines, but a stranger nonetheless.

I rose to go relieve myself before realizing that I was completely buck naked! Where in the blazes of Hell were my fucking clothes, anyway? I desperately searched the tent for my clothes, but they were nowhere in sight. By now almost bursting with the need to piss, I rushed out of the tent to empty my bladder against a nearby tree, prompting a series of cat-calls and wolf whistles from someone now. I felt soft, feminine hands slapping my buns as I peed, even massaging my tush as if that would somehow ease the process.

I turned around to confront my harasser, only to look my own wife, Talia, right in the eye. She pulled me closer as she smiled at my astonishment, nothing but love, lust, and mischief in her eyes. There was no jealousy, no judgment, no condemnation, but there was a strange, loving, proud kind of possessiveness that I couldn’t explain on her face. She didn’t just kiss me and make out with me now. She practically shoved her tongue down my throat, locked her lips with mine, almost brushed my tonsils, and damn near sucked on my uvula. At least that was how it felt, having more tongue applied to my mouth than any butcher would propose.

“Oh, honey, I’m so fucking happy for you! And for Aletheia, of course! My sweet little cousin really needed that D, you know! That big fucking D! Oh, don’t worry about our marriage! It will be just fine, as long as we both play it calm, cool, and collected. The truth is ... she’s got kind of a crush on you, so don’t break my sweet little cousin’s big, tender heart, okay? She’s a really cute, wonderful young lady and I’m proud as fuck of her!

“Oh, and I must confess ... you weren’t the only one who strayed last night. I kinda did ... too, with my cousin Spiro! A really good guy, my cousin Spiro, you know. Maybe not a good Greek boy, but I’m hardly a good Greek girl, am I? Certainly not after last night! Yeah, truth be told, and please don’t snitch ... we’ve done this before. It’s just been a little while since it last happened. I had to find a proper husband, you know, and that kind of thing would get in the way.

“So, I know, you have every right to be mad or upset or whatever with me, but baby, please see it from my point of view! My man needed some strange, I needed some strange, Spiro needed some of my sweet loving, and Aletheia needed to pop her cherry. Yep, she was a virgin and you fixed that for her nice and hard. You should have heard her screams of ecstasy! That wasn’t fake, I assure you! The poor girl has no clue how to fake an orgasm! That was the real McCoy.

“When you took her maidenhead, well, you know, it really excited her! I wonder if she was ... you know. She might be in the family way now. I hope so myself! I love the idea of her getting a baby bump thanks to my sweet, loving husband! My stud hubby! It would be pretty sweet! Oh, speak of the devils, there they are!” Talia rattled out for several seconds before pausing to catch her breath.

Sure enough, there was her cousin Spiro, a gynecologist, of all trades, standing next to my wife. Meanwhile, behind me, zipping up the tent, was Aletheia. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her naked flesh next to mine while smiling at Talia and Spiro alike. She looked up at me with these big, adorable, puppy dog eyes, kissing my belly for several seconds until it was time to kneel and begin sucking my cock. I didn’t even know how to extricate myself from this situation whether I wished for it or not. She was careful not to use her teeth, too, thank God!

Talia then winked at me and emulated her cousin, not even trying to feign reluctance as she began gobbling his knob. I was completely floored. Who was this woman and what had she done with my often passionate, never quite this adventurous wife? Granted, she had hopped into bed with me before we even had a first date, which didn’t happen until the next afternoon. It was a very late lunch, and it was followed up by another romp in bed that led to yet another date, and so forth. Talia had never shown any interest in other guys, but she did get slutty enough to lure me into her honey trap. She had just not once even hinted at such a thing prior to this incident!

Talia pushed back her dirty blonde hair as she sucked long and hard on her cousin’s prick, even as Aletheia looked up at me with so much love and adoration that I was stunned again. I felt as if I had somehow acquired a pet or something ... a lovable human pet who could never get enough of me! Like Talia, Aletheia was mostly a combination of tanned and olive in her complexion, but unlike her, she had chestnut hair. She had long curls instead of Talia’s bob with just a hint of waves. She had hazel eyes versus Talia’s dark blue, too. She was very petite, much shorter than Talia, who was unusually tall for a woman.

When I finally came down Aletheia’s throat, due to her refusal to heed my warnings, Spiro almost immediately followed suit with Talia. Then my wife pulled her cousin up, slipped her a snowball while accepting hers, and the two of them made out like bandits or something. All four of us were nude, of course, and I only just now realized that we weren’t alone even now. We weren’t even alone together, if you know what I mean by that. We had a fucking audience!

That was when Talia walked over to me, wrapped her long legs around me, and insisted upon moving my hands to her sleek, smooth, sexy ass. I half-expected Aletheia to do the same to her big brother, which I surmised that Spiro was, though I wasn’t sure if the incest went that far. Instead, she pulled him by the hand closer to my wife and me, kissing me when Talia didn’t. She then forcefully prodded him to slip me some tongue as well. What the actual fuck? A man was kissing me on the mouth ... and the weirdest thing was that I liked it, in spite of that bastard’s goatee tickling my own beard!

At last, I came up for air after three people had kissed me almost non-stop for roughly ten minutes or so under the low-key Sun sneaking through the overcast sky. I stood there in stunned silence, unable to process this new scenario that had just occurred in my life. What happened to our wedding vows ... you know ... oh, wait, I recalled that I never actually spoke the words “forsaking all others,” nor had she. I remembered being a little surprised by the omission back then, but I pushed past that worry and dismissed it as a simple oversight, an unspoken or implied commitment to fidelity or whatever. For one thing, Talia’s enthusiasm for me and the notion of being my wife was contagious at times and often damn near irresistible!

I remembered half-drunkenly trying to confess that I had gone overboard with the stripper during my bachelor party, but Talia had waved any worries aside and refused to hear me out. She didn’t give me a chance to persist, of course, quickly shoving a gyro into my mouth and changing the topic with her usual Energizer bunny level of energy. To be honest, I still wasn’t sure just how far I went with the stripper, anyway, so I moved on after a while. If she wasn’t going to be all jealous or paranoid or whatever, so much the better, right? I put that particular incident down to her being stoned or something and maybe she bent or broke the rules herself on that occasion. Why sweat it when she didn’t?

“Alright, guys, let’s have some breakfast, shall we? I hope that nobody minds cooking and eating in the buff. I love naturist camping, don’t you? Anyway, we gotta get some calories in us so we can burn them, right? Oh, honey, I can’t wait to have you reclaim me, except that I must, because you need some fucking fuel inside you, right? Word of warning, I still have Spiro’s jizz in my gash! I have no plans to clean it out, either.

“On the plus side, though, the second man’s swimmers often have a decent shot, too! Spiro had a head start, but you, baby, will get to send your tadpoles out to seek and destroy his! To be perfectly blunt, though, probably due to the ‘blunt’ in my system ... or what is left over of it from last night ... I really want fraternal twins from this! Face it, babe ... it would be the sexiest thing ever if I was knocked up by both of you!” Talia smiled as she got the cooking kit ready and started making a nice, hearty breakfast for all of us.

That was when I realized just how many people were in this camp with us. It was roughly a dozen people in total from what I could tell, not insane, but certainly large enough to offer some tantalizing prospects for all of us. I saw a total of seven ladies and five dudes, a surprising ratio given the outdoorsy nature of the setting. I had been intimate with exactly two of them so far, at least to my knowledge, and one of them was my own wife. So far, only two of the men had been intimate with Talia, and one of them was me, her own husband. Would that change?

“By the way, I’m Amy. Nice to see you ... in action at last. You’re every bit the stud that your wife loves to brag that you are, I can see! I can’t wait to mount you and ride you like a bucking bronco, babe! I’m going to especially enjoy doing it bareback with you. Bonus points if you put a bun in my oven, hon,” a sexy platinum blonde who wore nothing but a lovely smile introduced herself to me.

When Amy approached me with a saucy grin, I assumed that she wanted a handshake or maybe a hug. I was oddly caught off-guard, despite her words, as she made out with me as if it was just the most natural, normal thing in the world! She played some serious tonsil hockey with me, and in spite of my shock, I responded instinctively by reciprocating the steamy tongue kiss. I heard a round of applause, even as Amy walked over to another man and began locking her lips with his as well. She pointed to her wedding band and his, indicating that this was her husband. Yep, she was married, too!

“Sam Hill here. Amy’s my wife. Of course, I was a little busy last night ... with Spiro’s wife! Don’t worry, Spiro ... Janet seemed to be satisfied with my performance, though you could ask her yourself. I did my best to do right by your missus, just as Lola here did by mine! Yeah, Martin, we love to swap wives during our little ... gatherings, for lack of a better word. Aletheia was single and a virgin, so you got elected to do the job. Amy and Lola were the only Sapphic duo, mind you, but they didn’t seem too upset by that. With more girls than guys, that was kinda necessary. Someone had to make that supreme sacrifice for the good of the group!” a lean and muscular guy informed me now without any sense of embarrassment or humiliation.

“Yeah, like you’re not bi yourself, babe! I’m Lola, by the way! This is my boyfriend, Hung Chan, originally from Hong Kong. I hail from Rome myself. Yep, the one in Italy! I’m literally a fucking Roman, though I grew up in Boston and on Nantucket! My mother’s Italian, my father an American expat who opted to claim me ... and her after she literally showed up at his door. He went back home to the States to raise me with my mother. They’re still married, too, quite happily in fact! My parents are somewhat decent Catholics, but they’ve never been too preachy with me, their bisexual, polyamorous daughter!” the leggy, olive-skinned lady who had catcalled me earlier told me next.

Her twinkish beau awkwardly acknowledged me while trying hard not to look too much at the lady who had clearly slept with him the night before. She seemed to be your classic “mamacita” type of lady, a Tejana who didn’t show any signs of anxiety about the whole deal. She was plump, had a belly button ring, well-endowed in her bottom and bust, and very earthy with her skin tone. She even mouthed “you and me, papi,” at me, causing me to blush.

I was more than a little flustered at this kind of extra attention to me, being rather unaccustomed to it. Talia winked at me next and Aletheia made a point of sitting on my lap while brushing her ass against my cock. Both ladies seemed to find the whole business amusing as well as titillating, much to my surprise. Then again, a lot of twists and turns had taken place that morning. There were more revelations to come, as I now astutely guessed.

“I’m Rosa Guerrero, by the way. Originally from El Paso. Yep, a true Tejana, that’s me! This is my boyfriend, Pandit Ramaputri, born and bred in New Delhi, though he has lived more recently in Fresno, California. And this is Collette Duchamp, a relatively new member of our circle,” Rosa finished the introductions with a young black woman who had a fascinating Prince symbol tattoo on her left breast.