Chapter 1

We’d been married about a year, young college students who had more sex than money. Virgins when we wed, fucking quickly became the greatest thing ever. Roxy came after me as often as vice versa and I was thrilled by that. Her slim body, with short red hair top and bottom, had tits small enough to rarely need a bra but her hips and pussy were made to have a man cradled in them.

It was spring break time in our senior year. We so much wanted to take the last chance at this student tradition but had no spare money. I was bemoaning our frustration to Bill, a classmate who said we could ride and camp with him. He had all the gear and his car was plenty big. I told him we couldn’t help defray the expenses and he said that our company and help at the campsite would be enough.

We took turns driving and got to the oceanfront campground Bill had been to before. Neither Roxy or I had ever seen the ocean so we put suits on and played in the surf. Bill was gone when we returned to the tent so we took the opportunity to screw since we had to take off our clothes anyway. We had just finished when Bill popped into the tent. Roxy squealed and I pulled a sheet over us. Bill left briefly as we dressed.

Around the campfire Bill joked about our embarrassment and said we’d have to set up a signal when we wanted to get naked, or if he had a chick in there. We agreed that if a girl’s panties were on the doorstep, privacy was required.

That night Roxy and I tried to figure out how to get it on with Bill sleeping just two feet away. We finally had Roxy on her side and I spooned up behind her. We thought we were quiet but Bill mentioned at breakfast that he hadn’t had any luck hooking up and was envious of the fun we had last night. Roxy blushed and changed the subject.

But it was on her mind as we walked on the beach later that morning. Here is how she let me know what she was thinking, “I’ve got a really big request to make. Please hear me out before you say anything. And never forget how much I love you.

“There are some things I’ve been thinking about. As you well know, I’ve been a ‘good girl’ all my life. You even got my first blowjob. Most girls go through a wild and wicked phase before they get serious. I now feel like I missed that.

“I don’t know how to say this except straight out. I want to fuck Bill the rest of the time we are here. We owe him big-time for this trip. It’s something I would never do at home and don’t plan on continuing when we are back. We’ve tested my birth control so that’s not a worry. I want to continue to make love with you while I am fucking him. Notice my choice of words, please. Think on it a bit if you need to but tell me your thoughts.”

I had a hard-on from the images that rolled through my mind. A wave of jealousy surge through me in addition to the lust. After a short silent time, I pulled her off the beach into a clump of bushes and practically raped her. She bucked back, trying to keep her screams of pleasure from being overheard. As I shot my cum I said with a growl, “Now you’re ready to go fucking around.”

Bill was sitting by our campfire as we returned. Roxy said to me, “You wait here.” And to Bill, “Come in the tent, I have something to say to you.” Neither of us had any doubt he’d refuse the gift of her body.

There was some quiet talking and then the rustle of clothes coming off. I could hear moving around which I guessed was some foreplay or another, and then the unmistakable slap of belly on belly. Roxy’s suppressed moans began drifting out through the tent screen. I sure wanted to peek in but it was so dark I probably wouldn’t have seen anything. I rubbed my cock in supposed rhythm with the one pumping my now-wicked wife.

Finally, Bill groaned and I knew the deed was fully done. After a short quiet spell, some more rustling of clothes and Bill emerged, saying to me, “I’m going for a walk. She wants you now.”

I stepped into the tent and stripped. I could barely see that Roxy’s legs were knees-up and spread, just as Bill had left her. Without a word I knelt between them and pushed my shaft balls deep in one stroke. It felt silky just like when I could manage two copulations in a row.

She clamped her legs around me, squealed and thrashed in orgasm as I hit bottom. When she quieted down, I began my rhythmic penetrations and whispered, “My wicked wife sure feels sexy. I’m just fucking you right now, you wanton wench.” Her response was to wrap her legs around me and kiss my lips nearly plumb off.

Later we cleaned up and went out to the campfire, lightly dressed. Bill had gotten some beer and wanted to talk. He opened with, “I don’t know what brought that on but I sure am grateful.”

Roxy smiled and said, “It was to show you how much we appreciated your generosity. Besides, I like to fuck nice guys.” She was glancing back and forth between us at that last statement. “And you are both welcome to more any time you are interested.” Bill’s eyes lit up at that offer.

Still being a bit shy, she took turns with each of us at bedtime as the other waited outside the tent. I went first this time and, when we needed sleep, spooned up behind her under our covers. Feeling my again-hard cock against her buns, she lifted her leg and put me part way in, letting me know not to move, just enjoy her semen soaked snatch.

I awoke in the night and she was riding Bill on his bedroll. The dim light let me see her silhouette as she bounced on another man. Bill thrust his hips up as he inseminated her again. I didn’t hear any orgasmic noises from her though.

When she dismounted and found me supine with my own shaft ready for her to ride, she whispered, “I figured you’d wake up and want some. I’m glad cause I need you to get me off.” Once again I was embedded in her silky slippery sex tunnel. The noises of satisfaction happened soon after and my cock glowed with pleasure as my sperm joined all the others in this female repository.

As we lay coupled, my wife whispered that Bill wasn’t bigger than me, just shaped differently. It felt delightfully wicked when he was touching her all over, filling her pussy, and moving and squirting inside her much like I did. He already seemed like a “second husband” but she loved only me. I gave her the best orgasms, not that she could complain about his.

After breakfast, we went to take a shower together. After we soaped each other she stepped back and said, “Just by looking, could you tell that this little body has enjoyed two cocks and six ball loads in the last twelve hours?” I conceded that I couldn’t. She smirked as she continued her teasing, “I wonder how many more it can get in the next twenty-four? Do you suppose there are some other horny guys around her that would fuck me?”