Canoe Trip

Ted and I had planned on getting married a year earlier, but circumstances changed and we had been living together instead. We both full intended on tying the knot, but it never seemed like the right time. My new job was challenging and I had one primary colleague, Michael a civil engineer who just graduated from A&M. The first time I met Michael I immediately realized he had a crush on Me. I didn't think much of it, mentioning it idly to Ted and he occasional teased me about it. My best friend from college, Trisha, had just moved to Houston a month earlier and I decided to set her up with Michael. Our first date was a canoe/camping outing at the National Park. We had rented the canoes, bought tents and were all ready to go when Trisha called an hour before we were set to leave with news that her boss was making her come in for an emergency meeting the next morning. She tried to get out of the meeting, but couldn't.

When I hung up the phone I looked at Ted and Michael who were loading the car and told them the news. The three of us exchanged disappointed looks and Ted began to suggest that we postpone the trip, but Michael jumped in before Ted could finish and suggested that we should go. He looked straight at me as he explained that we had already paid and that we were already packed to go. Ted began to argue when I turned my head without taking my eyes off of Michael suggesting that I didn't mind going without Trisha. Ted, outvoted it seemed, relented and we made our way to the National Park. When we go there the outfitter suggested the three of us share a canoe. I climbed in the front, Ted got the rear and Michael sat in the middle. It wasn't long before Ted steered us into a tree and capsized the boat. Michael took over for Ted, who seemed satisfied sitting the middle of the boat drinking beer from the cooler we brought.

By the time we reached the campsite Michael and I were exhausted and Ted was basically drunk. It was after six by the time we had erected our tents and I decided to take a shower while Ted laid down for a nap while Michael began cooking the hamburgers. Michael had the burgers ready by the time I made it back from the shower area. Ted was out cold in the tent. I opened a bottle of wine and settled into a chair by the fire. It didn't take us long to finish the first bottle off and by the end of the second bottle I must have passed out because the next thing I could remember was waking up in the tent just after six in the morning.

It took me a few minutes to realize I was naked and shortly thereafter to look over and see Michael laying next to me. I jumped up in the tent only to realize my head was spinning and pounding at the same time. I found my clothes and struggled to put them on when I realized my vagina was sore, as I sat on the chair I looked down and saw semen leaking out of me. I literally felt sick and as soon as my pants were on, ran to the shower.

Standing under the shower I desperately tried to remember what happened the night before. After a while I sat on the floor of the shower and with my head in my hands began to cry. It took me an hour to make my way back to the camp where I found Ted starting breakfast. I could hardly look at him as I when into our tent to change. When I finally came out for breakfast Michael was acting completely normal, as if nothing had happened. Perhaps he didn't remember either.

I began praying that it was all a bad dream and that it would simply go away. We drove home in relative peace and the subject never came up and Michael didn't give me the slightest hint anything had happened. That night Ted wanted to make love, but I just couldn't do it and claimed I had a headache. After I rejected him I felt even worse. Laying in bed next to him I rubbed my vagina softly, it was still sore from the night before. I couldn't imagine why I had fucked Michael.

On Monday morning Michael and I were working on a project plan that had to be ready on Friday when he said, "I really enjoyed our trip, I hope you feel the same way."

I looked at him trying to figure out what he meant. The way he was smiling I knew what he meant. Looking down at the table as I said, "I am not sure what happened, because I can't remember anything after we finished the second bottle of wine or before I woke up lying next to you. The truth is, I don't want to know what happened and it can't happen again, I love Ted." When I was done I looked up and waited for a response.

Michael looked hurt as he said, "Can't remember? Are you kidding me? It was amazing, you were amazing. I can't believe you don't remember anything!" Our manager walked by the office and we got back to work, not saying another word about the incident.

That night Ted climbed on top of me in his usual way and began kissing me. Without missing a beat he spread my legs and pressed his penis against my vagina until it was wet enough to allow him entry. As he pressed inside of me I closed my eyes and without really thinking about it imagined Michael was on top of me. I found myself becoming far more aroused than I should have been and Ted cried out in pain as my nails dug in his back. I opened my eyes to the sound of his shriek and laughed when I realized what I had done. Ted finished and I rolled over and began masturbating as I thought about Michael fucking me as Ted slept.

The next day I thought everything would get back to normal, but Michael was acting strange. I was in the copy room when he followed me and closed the door behind him. I am not sure why, but I felt trapped. I tried to get out, but Michael stood in front of me holding his Flip camera. He brought it on our trip and took videos while we were on the river. As I pulled his arm to let me out he held the tiny screen in front of me and pushed play. I couldn't really see anything on the screen except dark shadows, but I knew exactly what it was when I heard my own voice. It was a recording of me having an orgasm.

I froze standing next to Michael staring at the tiny screen listening to myself. I am very expressive during sex, I love to moan and I love to talk about it. When I have had too much to drink I am even more out of control as the recording proved. I felt myself becoming aroused, my panties were getting wet as I listened to Michael's grunts and my own pleasure. I was still holding Michael's arm, squeezing it tightly as I heard myself climax over and over. The recording lasted four minutes before he turned it off and let go of his arm. I asked him to turn it back on, but he smiled in a teasing way suggesting I would have to tune in tomorrow if I wanted to hear more. I didn't even consider the fact that I should have been pissed, I was completely consumed with the idea of listening to myself have sex.

Michael stopped by my desk before he left and whispered, "I want you Sarah, I want to make love to you again. Lets go to my house."

I couldn't believe what he was saying, "I can't, I am in love with Ted. It was a mistake, I can't believe I did it, but it can't happen again. Please understand Michael."

That night just after Ted and I went to bed we were making love and my phone began to vibrate on the bedside table. I ignored it the first time, but the second time I looked at it and saw that it was Michael. I set it back down as Ted continued when it buzzed again. Ted said, "Go ahead, see what he wants."

Sitting on top of Ted, I stopped and answered the phone, "Hello?"

Michael said, "Want to hear more?"

I held my hand to the phone and whispered, "He wants to read me the latest text from our proposal."

Ted laughed, "You need to ask for a raise..." and began lifting me up and down.

I could hardly wait to hear the rest of the tape. I removed my hand from the phone and said, "Okay, but hurry."

Michael pressed play and I heard myself. I was clearly drunk begging him to fuck me. I couldn't believe my ears. Why couldn't I remember this? Michael only played 20 seconds or so, but it was embarrassing and incriminating.

I looked at Ted underneath me as I held the phone tightly to my ear and began slowly riding his cock. Ted held my hips as he thrust inside of me harder and harder. I closed my eyes when I heard Michael say, "what about Ted?", only to hear myself say, "you can fuck him when you are done with me!" Michael clicked off the tape and I opened my eyes and saw Ted underneath me.

I was so aroused, on the phone with Michael listening to him play a tape of me begging him to fuck me. I couldn't help myself when I said in a low hushed voice, "Just a little more."

Michael whispered, "You're with him now, aren't you, you little slut!"

I said softly, 'Yes.'

Michael began saying, "Pretend you are riding my fat cock and start moving faster."

I leaned forward and began moving faster, my breathing was getting louder as I did.

Michael said, "Good, close your eyes and moan softly as you feel me inside of you again."

My eyes were already closed as I began to moan. I could feel myself coming close to having an orgasm as I did. I heard Ted whisper, "sshhhh..."

Michael then said, "Pretend to hang up and put the phone down as you pretend I am cumming inside of you."

I opened my eyes and realized Ted was still in the room. He was relieved when I said goodbye and set the phone down. He said, "What was that about?" He wasn't pleased.

I said, "Ssshhh, just let me finish."

With my eyes closed I began moaning even louder and moving even faster. I imagined I was back in the tent with Michael fucking him like an animal in heat. When I was done Ted was clearly bothered. I rolled over and Ted began, "Are you attracted to Michael?"

I responded in an annoyed voice, "Why do you ask?"

He simply repeated the question, "Just answer me, do you find him attractive."

I answered truthfully, "I never really thought about it much, but if you insist I guess I do. He is an attractive guy."

Ted said, "I know he wants you, you must know that too. Do I have anything to worry about?"

I responded, "If you have to ask, then you might."

I noticed the phone was still on and grabbed it clicking it off.

The next day Michael didn't play his tape or bring up the night before. I was glad I didn't have to think about it. That night Ted and I went to dinner and to my surprise he proposed to me. I slipped his ring on my finger and accepted his proposal. But I couldn't stop thinking about Michael.

The next day Michael invited me to lunch promising to play another section of the tape. He immediately noticed the ring on my finger. I told him the good news. He wasn't pleased. Instead of talking about it, Michael pressed play. The sound was low so no one else to could hear, but it made it hard for me to hear. The start of the tape included grunts and was obviously the sound of Michael and me making out. I could make out the sound of my voice protesting, suggesting that we had to stop. I heard myself say no ten or more times before I heard myself say, "Oh my God."

Michael clicked off the tape as the waiter dropped off the check. I looked at Michael and said, "This isn't right, it can't go on. Can't things go back to normal?"

Michael responded, "I don't think so."

I didn't respond as I fiddled with my ring.

That afternoon our manager put the pressure on. I called Ted and let him know I would be late and told him he could go out with his friends if he wanted. He told me that Trisha called and wanted to know if we were interested in doubling with her and Michael on Saturday. I don't know why, but I felt a twinge of jealously as I looked over at Michael working at the table. He hadn't said anything about talking to Trisha. I told Ted he could decide and let him know I had to get back to work. When everyone had left I asked Michael about the 'date' and he explained Trisha had called him to make up for last weekend.

Michael said, "You sound jealous? Do you want me to cancel the date?"

I quickly corrected him saying, "I just thought it was strange that you hadn't brought it up."

Michael laughed and said, "No, you just thought it was strange that you have been able to think of little else than sleeping with me and now you might have to share me with your friend." Before I could say anything he set the video recorder on the table and pressed play.

I heard myself saying, "it is so big! Oh my God, it's too big. Let me hold it." I was obviously drunk, sounding like a oversexed teenager. I must have been sucking his cock as I heard slurping. Next thing I knew I heard myself say, "it must be twice as big as Ted's, I want to feel it inside of me." To my surprise I could hear Michael suggesting that we should stop. He was clearly having second thoughts. The next few minutes were the gory details of letting Michael rip my vagina open so that his, evidently, massive cock could fit inside. Once inside Michael begged me to be quiet, but instead I began screaming at the top of lungs about how much I loved his cock as he gagged me.

I was so embarrassed listening to myself, I couldn't look Michael in the eyes. Michael was still standing on the other side of the table as I sat across from him listening. His crotch was at eye level and the growth of his penis was unmistakable. I asked, "Are you hard?" My eyes didn't look away from his pants as I watched his penis grow even more. His penis was massive, I wanted to see it, I wanted to feel it inside of me.

Michael responded, "Are you wet?" I slipped my hand under my skirt and felt a puddle in my panties. My face turned red as I realized I had just touched myself in front of him. Michael then asked, "Want to listen to the whole thing from start to finish?"

I nodded as he fumbled with the tape. After he had pressed play, he began rubbing his cock through his pants. I followed suit, and began rubbing my own clit. Eventually, Michael unzipped his pants and took out his massive cock and began rubbing it over the table. It was really big, I would guess almost twice as big as Ted's. I couldn't look at Michael's face and I didn't dare look away from his cock. I began rubbing harder and faster as I watched Michael jack off. Soon I was having a mini-orgasm and closed my eyes as I did. On the tape Michael was fucking me harder and harder as I moaned.

When I opened my eyes I could see that Michael had walked around the table. He was jerking off right in front of my face. I wanted to lick the precum off of the tip of his cock. He was only inches away and I opened my mouth slightly as I thought about giving in. I could imagine feeling him inside of me. I could hear myself on the tape giving myself to him. Just then my phone rang and I saw that it was Ted. Feeling guilty I pulled my right hand from my crotch and picked up the phone. I looked at Michael and mouthed for him to be quiet. The tape was still playing the in background, but it wouldn't be terribly audible on the phone.

Ted was reminding me of some meeting he had to go to or something, as Michael took my left hand and turned me toward him. As I turned toward him I felt him slip my engagement ring off. As I responded to Ted's reminder, I saw Michael's penis spasm and then shoot a load of semen in my mouth in mid-sentence. I began to gag as I told Ted I had to go. I closed the phone as Michael pushed his cock in my mouth, shooting the rest of his load down my throat. I felt so helpless as I sucked his cock.

When he was finished with me I regained my composure and ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. My panties were soaked so I pulled them off and threw them in the waste basket. When I got back to the office Michael was at his computer and I grabbed my purse and went home without saying goodbye. I was such a mess, in so many ways. What was I doing? Halfway home I realized I forgot my wedding ring so I returned to pick it up.

I peaked into the office, but Michael was gone. I got on the floor and began looking for the ring. As I did I hear Michael's voice from behind asking, "Forget something?"

I turned and said, "My ring, have you seen it?"

He offered to help, but the sort of help he was offering wasn't the sort I was looking for. He pulled up my skirt over my back exposing my bottom. His hand cupped my vagina, I spread my legs ever so slightly so when he pressed his finger it would slip inside of me. I stopped looking and closed my eyes as he slid his finger inside of me. Biting my lip I arched my back. Michael asked, "I find it interesting you came back. I find it even more interesting you removed your panties."

I began to say something when I felt Michael grasp my hips as he pressed his penis against my vagina. He was so big he didn't slip inside right away despite the fact that I was terribly wet. Just as his penis breached my vagina I saw Ted's ring. I focused on it as Michael ravaged my pussy. It felt so good. I couldn't help but yell out. I reached for the ring, but just as I did Michael pulled out and flipped me over on my back.

Michael climbed on top of me and I spread my legs to accept his advance. Seeing his penis right there in front of my vagina I realized just how big he was; almost twice the thickness and length of Ted. He kissed me hard and held him tightly as I felt his penis fill me once again. I arched my back to accept as much of his length as I could. Michael whispered, "Sarah, I love you."

I began having an orgasm just as he said those words and I wrapped my legs and arms tightly around him. I told him to take me. Ironically, I couldn't help but think of Ted. Ted laying helplessly in the next tent as Michael took me the first time, and now Ted patiently waiting for his bride-to-be at home as Michael took me again.

When Michael was finished I had lost count of the number of orgasms I had had, but I knew I had to get out of there. I rushed home, only realizing after I opened the door that I left the ring on the floor. I couldn't go back, so I would have to get it in the morning.

I was just about to get into the shower when Ted grabbed from behind. He was feeling randy and wanted to have sex before I got in the shower. I was just about to start crying as I told him I was too tired. He insisted and I couldn't stomach the thought of telling him no, especially after having just had sex with Michael.

I laid on the bed as Ted climbed on top of me. He noted that I was really wet, he didn't realize it was mainly Michael's lubricant inside of me. The scent of Michael's semen was so strong I was sure Ted would smell it. Ted began to lick my pussy when I pulled him away asking him to fuck me instead.

Ted was on his knees holding his penis. For the first time I realized how small he really was. Sliding it inside of me he didn't stretch my skin at all, I could hardly feel him as he began to fuck me rapidly. I was completely quiet as I let him fuck me. He asked if something was wrong, but I told him everything was fine, despite the fact that I was crying. When he was done I quickly got up and showered.

On Saturday I told Ted to call Michael to cancel since I wasn't feeling well. Ted wasn't all that excited about getting together anyway so he happily made the call. We didn't go anywhere for the rest of the weekend. On Monday it was the dry run presentation of our project, in preparation of our presentation to the client on Wednesday. It went well and only a few changes were requested. Just before I was about to head home for the day Michael stopped me in the hall and gave me a play-by-play of his date with Trisha. I found myself becoming jealous. I couldn't believe how I felt.

I called Trisha and asked her how the date went and she spilled her guts. She couldn't help but explain how she broke her own rule and let him sleep with her on the first date. In gory detail she explained how big he was and how they fucked all night long. I felt betrayed. How could he sleep with her I thought to myself.