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Chapter-3
I was down by the river rinsing the last of the coffee grounds from the pot when I heard them.
They thought I was still at the fire pit. The wind was right, carrying their voices clearly across the short stretch of bank where the water ran quieter. Sarah’s voice first, low and conspiratorial.
“He’s been drinking more than usual the last two nights. If we keep the wine coming he’ll pass out hard. Like, deep sleep hard.”
Jake’s answer came a second later, rough with want. “In your tent? Right next to him?”
“Yes. I want him right there. I want to feel how close he is while you fuck me. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Make him drink until he can’t keep his eyes open. Then we go in, strip, and you take me as hard as you want. No holding back. I want it rough. I want to be loud.”
“Christ, Sarah. You’re serious.”
“Dead serious. He’s never once fucked me more than once in a night. Never. And you’ve already given me four. Tonight I want five. Six if you can manage it. And I want him snoring two feet away while you do it.”
Jake laughed under his breath, the sound filthy. “You’re going to get yourself wrecked.”
“That’s the point. Fill me. Use me. Talk to me the whole time. Tell me exactly what you’re doing to his wife while he sleeps through it.”
I stayed perfectly still behind the alder screen, heart slamming so hard I was sure they would hear it. The plan was clear. Get me blackout drunk. Then fuck in our tent, inches from my body, as rough and loud as they wanted.
I rinsed the pot one more time, forced my face into the same tired expression I’d worn all day, and walked back to camp like I hadn’t heard a word.
They started early.
Sarah had found two bottles of cheap red wine in the bottom of the cooler—backup she’d packed “just in case.” She poured me a full mug the moment I sat down by the fire. Jake raised his own in a toast.
“Last night in the woods,” he said. “Might as well finish strong.”
I drank. They watched. Every time my mug got low, one of them refilled it. Sarah kept touching my arm, smiling that soft wife-smile, telling me I looked exhausted, that I should really unwind. Jake kept the conversation light—old college stories, fishing lies—while his eyes kept drifting to the front of Sarah’s thin hoodie where her nipples pressed clearly against the fabric.
I drank enough to flush my face and slur a few words. I laughed too loud at a joke that wasn’t funny. I let my head tip against Sarah’s shoulder like the alcohol was hitting hard. Inside I was stone cold sober. Every nerve was awake and screaming.
By the time the second bottle was half gone I staged the collapse. I mumbled something about needing to lie down, staggered to the tent, crawled inside, and collapsed face-down on my sleeping bag with one arm flung out. I even managed a convincing snore after a few minutes.
They waited longer than I expected. Maybe twenty minutes. Long enough for the fire to burn lower. Then the tent flap whispered open.
Sarah’s voice, soft. “He’s out. Look at him.”
Jake’s answering whisper was thick. “Jesus. He’s really gone.”
“I told you. Deep sleep. We can do whatever we want.”
I kept my breathing slow and even, eyes closed to slits so I could still see shapes in the dim glow from the dying fire outside. They moved quietly at first—soft rustle of clothes, the quiet thud of boots being kicked off. Then the sleeping bags shifted as they settled right beside me. Sarah’s bare hip brushed my outstretched arm. She didn’t pull away.
Jake’s voice, low and rough. “Get on your hands and knees. Facing him. I want you looking at your husband while I fuck you.”
Sarah obeyed immediately. I felt the tent shift as she got into position, knees planted close enough that her calf pressed against my side. The soft wet sound of a mouth on skin came next—Jake kissing down her spine, then lower.
“You’re already soaked,” he muttered. “I can smell how wet you are. Been thinking about this all evening, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes. I’ve been dripping since we made the plan.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me like you own me. Hard. Deep. No mercy. And I want to hear every filthy thing you’re thinking while you do it.”
He didn’t make her wait. I heard the wet slide of his cock pushing into her in one long thrust. Sarah’s breath punched out of her in a sharp moan she didn’t even try to muffle.
“Fuck—yes—”
Jake’s hips slapped against her ass. The rhythm started hard and stayed hard. The wet, filthy sound of him driving into her filled the small tent. Every thrust rocked her body so that her knee bumped my ribs.
“Listen to that,” Jake growled. “Your wife’s pussy is so fucking wet for me. She’s taking every inch like she was made for it. You hear how she sounds when I bottom out?”
Sarah’s voice came broken, already rough. “Harder. Please—fuck me harder. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
“You want it harder?” He gripped her hips and slammed in deeper. The impact made her cry out. “You want me to ruin this tight little married cunt while your husband sleeps two feet away?”
“Yes—yes—ruin it—use me—”
He fucked her like that for long minutes, the pace brutal, the sound of skin on skin loud enough that it should have woken anyone who wasn’t pretending. Sarah’s moans climbed higher. She dropped to her elbows, ass still high, face close enough to my shoulder that I felt her breath.
“Talk to me,” she begged. “Tell me what you’re doing to me.”
Jake’s voice was strained with effort and pure filth. “I’m fucking my best friend’s wife like a cheap whore. I’m stretching this greedy cunt open and filling it with cock she doesn’t get at home. Look at him. Look at your husband while I rail you. Does he know how loud you get when someone actually fucks you right?”
“No,” she gasped. “He doesn’t. He never—ah—never fucks me like this.”
“Because he can’t. Because this pussy needs more than he can give. Needs to be owned. Needs to be used hard and filled until it’s leaking.”
She came hard on that, a sharp, shaking orgasm that made her whole body lock up against him. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding her through it, talking the entire time.
“That’s one. You’re going to give me more. I want to feel this married pussy cum on my cock until you can’t think straight. Then I’m going to put it in your ass and make you take it there too.”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
He pulled out long enough to shove two fingers into her, wet and filthy, then pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Sarah pushed back immediately.
“Do it. Put it in. Stretch me open.”
He pushed in slow at first, letting her feel every inch, then bottomed out with a low groan. “Fuck, you’re still so tight back here. Even after everything I’ve already done to you. Your husband never gets this, does he?”
“Never,” she moaned. “I’ve never let him. Only you.”
“Only me.” He started fucking her ass with deep, punishing strokes. “Only my cock in this tight married ass. Only my cum filling it. Say it.”
“Only your cock—only your cum—fuck, Jake, harder—”
The tent was filled with the wet slap of him driving into her ass, her broken moans, his filthy running commentary. He talked constantly—telling her how good she felt, how slutty she looked taking him so deep, how her husband was sleeping through the best fuck of her life. Sarah answered every time, begging, agreeing, asking for more.
They shifted positions without ever leaving the sleeping bags beside me. He put her on her back, legs pushed wide, and fucked her pussy again while she stared up at the tent ceiling and moaned his name. Then he flipped her onto her side facing me, hooked one of her legs high, and drove into her from behind so that every thrust pressed her body against mine.
That was when she did the unimaginable.
Her hand slid across the small space between us. I felt her fingers find the front of my shorts, palm the hard length of my cock that had been straining against the fabric for what felt like hours. She didn’t hesitate. She worked the waistband down just enough to free me, wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and stroked once, twice.
Then she shifted closer, turned her head, and took me into her mouth.
I almost broke character. The wet heat of her mouth closed around the head of my cock while Jake continued to fuck her roughly from behind. She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Her tongue worked the underside as she sank deeper, taking more of me than she ever had in twelve years of marriage.
Jake noticed immediately. His rhythm stuttered for half a second, then he laughed, low and dark.
“Holy shit. Are you sucking his cock while I fuck you?”
Sarah pulled off just long enough to answer, voice thick and filthy. “Yes. I want both of you. I want his cum in my mouth while yours is in my cunt.”
“You dirty fucking slut.” Jake’s thrusts turned vicious. “Sucking your husband’s cock while your boyfriend rails you right next to him. Look at you. Mouth full of one cock, pussy stretched around another. You’re a goddamn whore tonight.”
“I am,” she moaned, and took me back into her mouth, deeper this time. “I’m your whore. Use me. Fill me. I want to swallow him while you cum in me.”
She sucked me with a hunger she’d never shown before—wet, noisy, taking me almost to the root while Jake pounded her. Every time Jake slammed in hard she moaned around my cock. Every time she hollowed her cheeks Jake cursed and fucked her harder. The dual sensation of her mouth and the knowledge of what was happening two feet away had me right on the edge in minutes.
Jake’s voice was pure gravel. “He’s getting close. I can see it on his face even in his sleep. Suck him harder. Make him cum down your throat while I breed this married pussy.”
Sarah obeyed. She took me deep, swallowed around the head, and stayed there, throat working, while her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. The wet, filthy sounds of her sucking mixed with the slap of Jake’s hips against her ass. I couldn’t hold back. My cock pulsed hard and I came in thick ropes straight down her throat. She didn’t pull off. She swallowed every pulse, moaning around me, drinking it down the same way she’d drunk Jake’s the night before.
Jake watched the whole thing and lost it. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a long, guttural groan, flooding her while she was still swallowing my cum. They stayed locked together for several long seconds, both of them shaking, her mouth still gently nursing the last drops from me.
When she finally pulled off she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and spoke in a soft, wrecked voice.
“I never thought I’d do that. Suck him while you fucked me. Swallow him while you filled me.”
Jake’s hand stroked down her side, possessive. “You loved it. Look how hard you came. Look how wet you still are.”
“I did love it,” she admitted. “I want more. I want you to fuck me again. I want to feel both of you on my tongue and inside me. I don’t want to stop until I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Jake was already hardening again against her thigh. “Then get on your back. Legs open. I’m going to fuck this greedy cunt until you forget whose husband is sleeping next to you.”
She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and reached for him. He pushed back into her with one smooth thrust and started the next round immediately—hard, deep, relentless. And the whole time they talked.
He told her how perfect her pussy felt stretched around him.
She told him she never wanted him to stop.
He asked if she liked being a secret slut for her husband’s best friend.
She said yes, over and over, while she came again.
He told her he was going to fill her one more time and make her leak his cum all night while she slept next to her husband.
She begged him to do it.
They fucked two more rounds after that—once with her riding him so hard the tent poles shook, once with him taking her ass again while she bit her own arm to keep from screaming. Every single time they spoke to each other in filthy, explicit detail about what they were doing, how it felt, how wrong it was, how much they both needed it.
I stayed perfectly still through all of it, eyes closed to slits, cock already half-hard again against my thigh, listening to every word, every wet sound, every broken moan.
When they finally finished for the night Sarah curled up against Jake’s chest, both of them sticky and spent, and whispered one last thing I wasn’t supposed to hear.
“Tomorrow we go home. But this isn’t over. I want more. I want you again. Soon.”
Jake’s answer was a low, satisfied rumble. “You’ll get it. Whenever you want. However you want. He’s never going to know how thoroughly I’ve claimed his wife.”
They fell asleep tangled together, her head on his shoulder, his hand still resting possessively on her bare ass.
I lay awake until the first grey light filtered through the tent walls, replaying every thrust, every filthy sentence, every impossible second of her mouth on my cock while another man fucked her right beside me.
We would pack up in a few hours and drive home.
But I already knew the truth.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
I was down by the river rinsing the last of the coffee grounds from the pot when I heard them.
They thought I was still at the fire pit. The wind was right, carrying their voices clearly across the short stretch of bank where the water ran quieter. Sarah’s voice first, low and conspiratorial.
“He’s been drinking more than usual the last two nights. If we keep the wine coming he’ll pass out hard. Like, deep sleep hard.”
Jake’s answer came a second later, rough with want. “In your tent? Right next to him?”
“Yes. I want him right there. I want to feel how close he is while you fuck me. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Make him drink until he can’t keep his eyes open. Then we go in, strip, and you take me as hard as you want. No holding back. I want it rough. I want to be loud.”
“Christ, Sarah. You’re serious.”
“Dead serious. He’s never once fucked me more than once in a night. Never. And you’ve already given me four. Tonight I want five. Six if you can manage it. And I want him snoring two feet away while you do it.”
Jake laughed under his breath, the sound filthy. “You’re going to get yourself wrecked.”
“That’s the point. Fill me. Use me. Talk to me the whole time. Tell me exactly what you’re doing to his wife while he sleeps through it.”
I stayed perfectly still behind the alder screen, heart slamming so hard I was sure they would hear it. The plan was clear. Get me blackout drunk. Then fuck in our tent, inches from my body, as rough and loud as they wanted.
I rinsed the pot one more time, forced my face into the same tired expression I’d worn all day, and walked back to camp like I hadn’t heard a word.
They started early.
Sarah had found two bottles of cheap red wine in the bottom of the cooler—backup she’d packed “just in case.” She poured me a full mug the moment I sat down by the fire. Jake raised his own in a toast.
“Last night in the woods,” he said. “Might as well finish strong.”
I drank. They watched. Every time my mug got low, one of them refilled it. Sarah kept touching my arm, smiling that soft wife-smile, telling me I looked exhausted, that I should really unwind. Jake kept the conversation light—old college stories, fishing lies—while his eyes kept drifting to the front of Sarah’s thin hoodie where her nipples pressed clearly against the fabric.
I drank enough to flush my face and slur a few words. I laughed too loud at a joke that wasn’t funny. I let my head tip against Sarah’s shoulder like the alcohol was hitting hard. Inside I was stone cold sober. Every nerve was awake and screaming.
By the time the second bottle was half gone I staged the collapse. I mumbled something about needing to lie down, staggered to the tent, crawled inside, and collapsed face-down on my sleeping bag with one arm flung out. I even managed a convincing snore after a few minutes.
They waited longer than I expected. Maybe twenty minutes. Long enough for the fire to burn lower. Then the tent flap whispered open.
Sarah’s voice, soft. “He’s out. Look at him.”
Jake’s answering whisper was thick. “Jesus. He’s really gone.”
“I told you. Deep sleep. We can do whatever we want.”
I kept my breathing slow and even, eyes closed to slits so I could still see shapes in the dim glow from the dying fire outside. They moved quietly at first—soft rustle of clothes, the quiet thud of boots being kicked off. Then the sleeping bags shifted as they settled right beside me. Sarah’s bare hip brushed my outstretched arm. She didn’t pull away.
Jake’s voice, low and rough. “Get on your hands and knees. Facing him. I want you looking at your husband while I fuck you.”
Sarah obeyed immediately. I felt the tent shift as she got into position, knees planted close enough that her calf pressed against my side. The soft wet sound of a mouth on skin came next—Jake kissing down her spine, then lower.
“You’re already soaked,” he muttered. “I can smell how wet you are. Been thinking about this all evening, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes. I’ve been dripping since we made the plan.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me like you own me. Hard. Deep. No mercy. And I want to hear every filthy thing you’re thinking while you do it.”
He didn’t make her wait. I heard the wet slide of his cock pushing into her in one long thrust. Sarah’s breath punched out of her in a sharp moan she didn’t even try to muffle.
“Fuck—yes—”
Jake’s hips slapped against her ass. The rhythm started hard and stayed hard. The wet, filthy sound of him driving into her filled the small tent. Every thrust rocked her body so that her knee bumped my ribs.
“Listen to that,” Jake growled. “Your wife’s pussy is so fucking wet for me. She’s taking every inch like she was made for it. You hear how she sounds when I bottom out?”
Sarah’s voice came broken, already rough. “Harder. Please—fuck me harder. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
“You want it harder?” He gripped her hips and slammed in deeper. The impact made her cry out. “You want me to ruin this tight little married cunt while your husband sleeps two feet away?”
“Yes—yes—ruin it—use me—”
He fucked her like that for long minutes, the pace brutal, the sound of skin on skin loud enough that it should have woken anyone who wasn’t pretending. Sarah’s moans climbed higher. She dropped to her elbows, ass still high, face close enough to my shoulder that I felt her breath.
“Talk to me,” she begged. “Tell me what you’re doing to me.”
Jake’s voice was strained with effort and pure filth. “I’m fucking my best friend’s wife like a cheap whore. I’m stretching this greedy cunt open and filling it with cock she doesn’t get at home. Look at him. Look at your husband while I rail you. Does he know how loud you get when someone actually fucks you right?”
“No,” she gasped. “He doesn’t. He never—ah—never fucks me like this.”
“Because he can’t. Because this pussy needs more than he can give. Needs to be owned. Needs to be used hard and filled until it’s leaking.”
She came hard on that, a sharp, shaking orgasm that made her whole body lock up against him. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding her through it, talking the entire time.
“That’s one. You’re going to give me more. I want to feel this married pussy cum on my cock until you can’t think straight. Then I’m going to put it in your ass and make you take it there too.”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
He pulled out long enough to shove two fingers into her, wet and filthy, then pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Sarah pushed back immediately.
“Do it. Put it in. Stretch me open.”
He pushed in slow at first, letting her feel every inch, then bottomed out with a low groan. “Fuck, you’re still so tight back here. Even after everything I’ve already done to you. Your husband never gets this, does he?”
“Never,” she moaned. “I’ve never let him. Only you.”
“Only me.” He started fucking her ass with deep, punishing strokes. “Only my cock in this tight married ass. Only my cum filling it. Say it.”
“Only your cock—only your cum—fuck, Jake, harder—”
The tent was filled with the wet slap of him driving into her ass, her broken moans, his filthy running commentary. He talked constantly—telling her how good she felt, how slutty she looked taking him so deep, how her husband was sleeping through the best fuck of her life. Sarah answered every time, begging, agreeing, asking for more.
They shifted positions without ever leaving the sleeping bags beside me. He put her on her back, legs pushed wide, and fucked her pussy again while she stared up at the tent ceiling and moaned his name. Then he flipped her onto her side facing me, hooked one of her legs high, and drove into her from behind so that every thrust pressed her body against mine.
That was when she did the unimaginable.
Her hand slid across the small space between us. I felt her fingers find the front of my shorts, palm the hard length of my cock that had been straining against the fabric for what felt like hours. She didn’t hesitate. She worked the waistband down just enough to free me, wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and stroked once, twice.
Then she shifted closer, turned her head, and took me into her mouth.
I almost broke character. The wet heat of her mouth closed around the head of my cock while Jake continued to fuck her roughly from behind. She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Her tongue worked the underside as she sank deeper, taking more of me than she ever had in twelve years of marriage.
Jake noticed immediately. His rhythm stuttered for half a second, then he laughed, low and dark.
“Holy shit. Are you sucking his cock while I fuck you?”
Sarah pulled off just long enough to answer, voice thick and filthy. “Yes. I want both of you. I want his cum in my mouth while yours is in my cunt.”
“You dirty fucking slut.” Jake’s thrusts turned vicious. “Sucking your husband’s cock while your boyfriend rails you right next to him. Look at you. Mouth full of one cock, pussy stretched around another. You’re a goddamn whore tonight.”
“I am,” she moaned, and took me back into her mouth, deeper this time. “I’m your whore. Use me. Fill me. I want to swallow him while you cum in me.”
She sucked me with a hunger she’d never shown before—wet, noisy, taking me almost to the root while Jake pounded her. Every time Jake slammed in hard she moaned around my cock. Every time she hollowed her cheeks Jake cursed and fucked her harder. The dual sensation of her mouth and the knowledge of what was happening two feet away had me right on the edge in minutes.
Jake’s voice was pure gravel. “He’s getting close. I can see it on his face even in his sleep. Suck him harder. Make him cum down your throat while I breed this married pussy.”
Sarah obeyed. She took me deep, swallowed around the head, and stayed there, throat working, while her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. The wet, filthy sounds of her sucking mixed with the slap of Jake’s hips against her ass. I couldn’t hold back. My cock pulsed hard and I came in thick ropes straight down her throat. She didn’t pull off. She swallowed every pulse, moaning around me, drinking it down the same way she’d drunk Jake’s the night before.
Jake watched the whole thing and lost it. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a long, guttural groan, flooding her while she was still swallowing my cum. They stayed locked together for several long seconds, both of them shaking, her mouth still gently nursing the last drops from me.
When she finally pulled off she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and spoke in a soft, wrecked voice.
“I never thought I’d do that. Suck him while you fucked me. Swallow him while you filled me.”
Jake’s hand stroked down her side, possessive. “You loved it. Look how hard you came. Look how wet you still are.”
“I did love it,” she admitted. “I want more. I want you to fuck me again. I want to feel both of you on my tongue and inside me. I don’t want to stop until I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Jake was already hardening again against her thigh. “Then get on your back. Legs open. I’m going to fuck this greedy cunt until you forget whose husband is sleeping next to you.”
She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and reached for him. He pushed back into her with one smooth thrust and started the next round immediately—hard, deep, relentless. And the whole time they talked.
He told her how perfect her pussy felt stretched around him.
She told him she never wanted him to stop.
He asked if she liked being a secret slut for her husband’s best friend.
She said yes, over and over, while she came again.
He told her he was going to fill her one more time and make her leak his cum all night while she slept next to her husband.
She begged him to do it.
They fucked two more rounds after that—once with her riding him so hard the tent poles shook, once with him taking her ass again while she bit her own arm to keep from screaming. Every single time they spoke to each other in filthy, explicit detail about what they were doing, how it felt, how wrong it was, how much they both needed it.
I stayed perfectly still through all of it, eyes closed to slits, cock already half-hard again against my thigh, listening to every word, every wet sound, every broken moan.
When they finally finished for the night Sarah curled up against Jake’s chest, both of them sticky and spent, and whispered one last thing I wasn’t supposed to hear.
“Tomorrow we go home. But this isn’t over. I want more. I want you again. Soon.”
Jake’s answer was a low, satisfied rumble. “You’ll get it. Whenever you want. However you want. He’s never going to know how thoroughly I’ve claimed his wife.”
They fell asleep tangled together, her head on his shoulder, his hand still resting possessively on her bare ass.
I lay awake until the first grey light filtered through the tent walls, replaying every thrust, every filthy sentence, every impossible second of her mouth on my cock while another man fucked her right beside me.
We would pack up in a few hours and drive home.
But I already knew the truth.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
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