A Pleasant Spring Walk

"He's squeezing my hip and now other hand is... He's squeezing my bottom."

Her fingers gripped me tightly. She still made no move to stop him, even though he had clearly crossed a line. I realised she was waiting for me to do something. To stop him from touching her.

"Let him do it." I told her. My cock stood hard beneath the covers as I told my wife to let a near stranger grope her.

I heard her exhale as she realised I wasn't going to stop him. I knew she didn't want it to stop but was afraid of what might happen next. I could hear the gentle movement of him kneading her flesh. Fondling her soft skin in the almost darkness.

The hand on her hip disappeared, and I could see the movement on the side of her bottom that told me he had parted her rounded cheeks. The wet noise I heard at the same time told me her swollen lips had opened themselves to him. I imagined his eye roaming over her exposed sex, admiring that enticing sight. We both lead still, wondering what he would do next.

She didn't say a thing. I think she must have been too shy to say what happened next, because instead she took my finger and begin to rub it over her fingers that were held in an almond shape. After a moment I realised that she was using her fingers to show me what he was doing to her. Using my finger to imitate his.

My finger shook slightly as she guided it through his movements. First it rubbed around the outside of her opening, which would be wet and slick to the touch. Then it slid up to her clit, circling around and around, then back around her opening. Again and again. Her breathing was heavy in my ear, and her hands quivered with excitement.

Then she paused, and guided my finger between hers, gently pushing between them as he parted her lips with first one finger, and then a second. They were soon deep inside her; her ready sex offering no resistance after having me buried inside her. As his finger switched between thrusting and rubbing I stroked my own cock with my spare hand.

She continued dreamily, thinking of nothing but what was being done to her. Her shaking slowed and she relaxed beside me, enjoying his playing too much to object to the invasion. Her cheeks became flushed as his movements gained pace, the noises of her sloppy sex getting louder.

Suddenly she stopped playing with my fingers as he began to move. She seemed puzzled for a second and then tensed.

"What is it?"

There was no response. Instead, she hesitated, and then moved her fingers away from mine. She lowered them down until they were against the tip of my cock, and began to rub back and forth. He had moved to rub his hardness against her. He was wetting his head on my wife's willing pussy. I imagined him smearing his precum on her. Mixing it with her juices.

I knew she was waiting for me to make it stop. She knew it was wrong and that it had gone too far. But she couldn't stop it. Her body had betrayed her long before. She wanted to keep feeling him probing at her entrance. She wanted more but she couldn't admit it.

Her fingers paused with the head of my cock at the centre and she began to slowly push down. She was pushing her fingers apart with me, as her soft warm lips were parted by him. She wanted him inside her. She was letting this stranger penetrate her.

She stopped as her fingers reached the ridge of my cock's head, then she stroked back up as he pulled back to her entrance. Her fingers stroked down again as he pushed further into her, only to stop and pull back until he was resting against those juicy lips again. Then into one long stroke I felt her shoved gently against me as her hand reached the base of my cock. He was completely inside her.

For a moment they were still beside me, both enojoying the feeling. I imagined her soft buttocks pressed against him, and how it must feel for her to have his wiry pubic hair pressing back. Her hand gripped the base of my cock tightly as she gripped him inside her. Squuezing both our hardnesses at once.

Unexpectedly she started to move. At first I thought she was just pushing herself back against him, but as she changed position I had a moment to realise what she was doing before her mouth enveloped the head of my cock. I shoved upwards into her mouth at the sensation, and relaxed as she pushed her lips down my shaft.

In the failing light I could make out the movements of him begining to thrust into her. The paleness of her back marked by the dark hands gripping her hips. With each thrust her mouth sucked down on me, until all I could think about was the wet sound of him entering her, the slapping of skin, and the warmth of her mouth.

Faster and faster he took her. Faster and faster her mouth stroked me, until I could feel her body begin to tense. She gripped my hand tightly as her body froze in position, her lips and tongue making short frantic motions that drove me over the edge. She whimpered and huffed as her orgasm took her. His grunts matched my own as my cum filled her mouth. He pumped deep inside her, filling her sex with his cum as she swallowed mine.

As we slowed I could her her breathing heavily. She released me from her mouth and moved up against me, his softening cock leaving her with a quiet wet sound. She hugged me tight in the afterglow and whispered: "Thank you."

I chuckled and squeezed her. "We should go camping more often." I joked; she mockingly shoved me away while giggling. She snuggled back against me as we fell asleep.