Kinky Camping

Taking the bottle of lube in her hand, she drizzled some across the sensitive little hole she was about to violate. She ran her finger up and around my crack, spreading the lube around my entrance and coating her finger generously with the thick liquid. I sighed with pleasure as she slowly and gently penetrated my sphincter with her slick digit.

I pushed back, taking more of her finger inside of me. She took my cue and began to slide her finger in and out with a slow rhythm, occasionally adding more lube to work it deeper inside. She pulled her finger out and crossed her middle over it, then, pushed against my lubed hole. The two fingers were like a corkscrew and she pushed them in, twisting as she forced them into me. My muscular anal ring was tight against the two intruders, but with a little more lube and a couple of deep breaths, she had them where she wanted them. Right up my ass.

I moaned and my cock was twitching in anticipation as she worked my ass over, twisting and pushing her two fingers in and out of my bung. She was making sure I was nice and relaxed; lubed and ready for what she was going to replace those fingers with.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You ready?"

"Oh yes....yes I am. Just start nice and slow..." I replied between breaths.

She pulled her fingers out of ass gently, and, after squirting some more lube into her palm, she stroked her artificial cock, covering it with the slick fluid. With one hand one my hip, and the other at the base of her tool, she pressed the tip of her toy against my back door and began to push with her hips.

I involuntarily flinched and pulled away slightly. "Now, now...," she scolded, "you get back here and take what you got coming." She realigned her dildo, pressing against my tight entrance again, this time grabbing my hips with both hands. "Now come to mama!" And with that, pushed her way in.

There was a momentary resistance before the head popped in past my sphincter, and with that, she was in. I hate to admit I let out a short squeal that caused her to snicker a little.

"You sure you're ready?" She asked.

"Yeah," I grunted. Still trying to control my breathing and feeling fuller than I remember it feeling last time. "Just give me second...it's okay....I'm ready, go slow...at least at first."

She resumed her assault, holding me tight and pushing deeper into my bowels. My ass began to relax as the toy slid inside me. Slowly, the initial pain faded and I started to rock slightly back against her.

Her harness kept the base of the dildo pushed up against her pussy, positioned that way to give her the maximum thrill as she buggered me. She felt my pressure and knew I was getting used to her dick up my ass, so she started increasing her pace. Keeping her hands on my hips, she pulled backwards, the drag pulling the toy away from her shaven mound, as she pushed forward, the base returned to rub against her, giving her a pleasant little thrill. As she worked back and forth, sliding in and out of me, she was getting her little clit diddled like crazy. I could her breathing getting harder. She was getting turned on.

"Oh baby," she panted, "I am really beginning to enjoy this. I think you should let me fuck your sweet ass more often. What do you think?"

I could only reply with a grunting sound myself, I was seeing stars as her cock worked my ass over. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was so intense, I had little mind for anything else. All I could think about was her fucking me. I wanted her to ride me all night. I never wanted her to stop. Hell, I'd let her sodomize me every damn night if she wanted.

She reached her hand under me feeling for my cock. When she found it, she made a happy sound.

"Wow honey, I can tell you're enjoying this, your dick is getting stiffer with each thrust!" She teased. Her hand was still slippery from the lube she used on her dildo and it slipped up and down my shaft nicely.

She was enjoying her role to the fullest. Taking long, slow strokes in and out, wiggling against the base of her toy. Soon, that wasn't enough, and she began to take shorter, quicker motions, so the the base jabbed and tapped her moistening mound. She quick motions causing me more pleasure. Every time she pushed in, the head of her dick rubbed against my prostate, causing to it to swell, and causing more than a small amount of electric pleasure to shoot through my groin. I held still and let my wife control everything. I was hers to fuck as she wanted.

"Fuck me, darling." I moaned, not caring what it sounded like, "fuck my ass good. Get that pussy nice and wet as you pound my ass."

With her increased tempo on my ass, came the quickening of her hand on my hardening cock. Her slick hand had stroked me until I was fully erect. The combined effects of her lubed and talented fingers working my dick and the feeling of the dildo rubbing against my prostate, I was hard and looking to cum.

"You wanna cum, don't you?" She said as she rode me like a bitch.

"Yes... yes..." I grunted through clenched teeth. Taking the pounding as best I could. I knew if she continued I would be emptying the my balls all over the blanket beneath me. I didn't care.

"Remember our deal," she panted, trying to talk and maintain her rythm and pace, "you cum, no ass for you..." Her voice betrayed her, I knew she was just as close as I was. The perversion of pegging her husband by campfire in the woods, was exciting her as much as me.

"I don't care.." I cried out, "I gotta shoot! Keep jerking me, make me cum!" My voice echoed through the darkened woods.

"Yeah? Baby gonna cum for me?" She said, teasingly, "gonna shoot that hot, sticky, creamy load all over?"

"Uh-huh!" I grunted.

"Come for me," she told me, punctuating each word with a deep, ass-slapping thrust. "Come. For. Me!" She beat against my ass harder and faster than ever before, thrilling at the constant tapping against her pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Here it is!!" With that cry, I straightened my torso up, her chin resting on my shoulder so she could see my spasming cock as it began to erupt. Her hand kept it's frantic motion, up and down, my asshole clenched on her rubber phallus buried in my butt and a jet of white cream shot form my dick, shooting away from us. Her hand worked up and down milking my cock as I continued to orgasm in the night air. Spurt after spurt flew from my cock in multiple directions as her hand bobbed and flailed on my shaft spraying my cum not only over the blanket but off onto the dirt and rocks surrounding our dimming fire. Small sizzles could be heard over my grunts and cries as my seamen landed on the hot stones.

The sight and sound of my orgasm triggered one in my wife as well. As I shuddered with my release I could feel her body trembling too. Her hips bucked a little as she rode her own orgasmic waves of pleasure.

We practically fell forward together as our mutual orgasms subsided. As we layed in a pile on the now sticky blanket. She slowly rolled off of me, sadly disengaging her wonderful toy from my still twitching butt.

"Well," she she said in an exhale, "looks like my asshole isn't getting fucked tonight, huh?"

"Shit, I'm sorry honey, but if you hadn't given me that reach around, I probably could have made it." I replied, still slightly out of breath.

"Why do think I was jerking you off like that?" she giggled. "My ass is still a little tender from the other night. You rode me pretty damn good." She had a point, a couple nights ago, I was in a particularly deviant mood and did in fact give her sweet little ass pretty good reaming. Although, that was two nights ago and she rarely ever mentions still being tender more than a day after. At any rate, I was spent and looking forward to some shut eye.

She pulled the blankets and pillows into the tent while I doused the fire, then I crawled into the tent after her to curl up in each others arms and fall into a nice content sleep that only comes after a thoroughly satisfying bout of sex.

In the morning, we started a small fire to heat our coffee and breakfast. After a couple of eggs and bacon, we leaned back and watched the cranes, sipping our coffee and holding hands, our feet propped up by the last of the morning's embers.

"So, what do want to do this fine morning?" She asked with a stretch. I responded by slipping my hand out of hers, and sliding it into her lap, my wiggling fingers seeking their prize as they roamed as far down between her legs as they could before she playfully swatted them away. "Well I know you want to do that!" She said with a giggle. "What I should have said was, do you want to go for a little hike up and around the ridge, or you want to see if there are any Deptartment Boats down by the dock and go out on the lake?"

"Oh," I said, with the morning stretch of a man reluctant to leave his comfy chair, "I guess a nice walk would do me good, I'll throw a couple things together and we'll head on out." As she went about dousing the fire and securing the camp site, I loaded up the small day pack with some essentials. A few minutes later we were ready to get walking.

There's a fairly mild trail we were heading for, it takes a pretty circuitous route up to top of the ridge and has some amazing views. The best are from the very top, but even the lower ones along the way can be beautiful.

As we hiked, we held hands and talked, stopping occasionally to take some pictures. All the while, I was frequently passing her the water bottle, reminding her of the importance of staying hydrated. After a while, she started to decline the water, and I knew my perverted little plan was working.

Near the top of the trail there was a great vista point. It was along a steep side of the ridge, allowing a line of sight over the tops of the trees below, and had an unobstructed view of the lake below, and on a clear day like this one, the view of the Cascades was unmatched. At this particular spot, there was a couple of logs that had been pulled into place to serve as benches, as well as a large, seemingly naturally occurring rock forming a place to perch on, and the path was cleared out to a little clearing, making a perfect resting spot or photo-op for hikers. Or in this case, a perfect spot to get a little wild in The Wild, so to speak.

"Hold on," she said as we rounded the corner. "I need a break."

"What, are ya winded? We can rest a bit if you need it." I offered.

"Not that kind of break," she explained, "I need a pit stop, that water's doing a number on my bladder, I feel like I'm about to pee myself." She had started to do a little dance to emphasize the point.

"Well, just go over there off the trail by those bushes at the back of that log."

"Just keep an eye out, will you? I don't really like the idea of being caught with my pants down, literally."

"Honey, we haven't seen anybody up here all weekend," I reassured her, "it'll be fine. Just do what you gotta do."

"Well, okay," she still had a little hesitation in her voice, and I was worried I was playing my hand a little too obvious.

She stepped around the side of the log bench, and, looking around, began to undo her belt and lower her shorts. After a couple attempts of positioning herself, she stood up.

"Come here and give me a hand, will ya? I can't quite balance myself without feeling like I'm going to pee all over my shorts."

"Just take them off," I suggested. "Like I said, there's no one else up here."

"You little perv!" She said with a grin. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" She paused and her her eyes shot wide open, "oh you little shit! That's why you were practically pouring water down my throat as we were walking up here! You wanted to guarantee a little pee show didn't you?!" She playfully threw a small rock at me, adding, "Sicko! You know all you had to was ask!"

"Well....," I replied with mock innocence, "if you're offering it...."

"Just get your ass over here and help me get these shorts over my shoes," She laughed. "I'll pee for ya, but I'm keeping my boots on!"

I gingerly helped her lift one leg slid her shorts and panties over her ankle and past her hiking shoes, and then did the same for her other leg.

"There," I smiled, "one problem solved." I stood up, placing her shorts over the rock next to our day pack and leaned in to kiss her. As our mouths pressed together, I ran my hand down over her belly and between her legs. My fingers gently explored her pink folds and I was pleasantly surprised to find her already quite moist. "Mmmmm...," I moaned as I kissed along her cheek, "you're already wet, you little minx."

"Well, you're not the only one who was hoping to get laid on this little walk, you know!" She told me with a smile, "Now step back, I gotta pee remember!" With that, she put her hand on my chest and guided me back a couple of steps.

She lowered herself down into a squat with her knees spread wide. Now that she was unencumbered by her shorts, she was able to support and position herself without my help, only needing to steady herself with a hand on the log bench. This allowed me to take a position based on getting the best view of this super hot, and so intimate, show she about about to provide.

She looked up at me and asked with a tease, "So, are you ready, you perv?"

"Oh, absolutely my dear."

"Then ask for it."

I always love it when she plays this little game, making me ask or even beg for something I know she wants just as bad as I do. So I play along, "Let me see you pee, baby, let me watch as that golden nectar flows from that pussy."

"Yeah?" She asked, leading me on. I was momentarily at a loss for words. There she was, my wife, naked from the waist down, squating in front of me on a dirt trail up in the woods. One hand steadying herself, the other gently rubbing and spreading her pink lips for me. "Keep going...."

I began to rub my crotch in anticipation, my hand following the outline of the growing lump in my shorts. "Oh baby," I whispered, "let it go, let that honey flow from your pussy, that sweet, pink, tight little pussy I love to lick and suck and taste. Let me watch as you relieve yourself here outside, let me watch you piss, please baby, please..."

"Yeah? You ready? Here you go babe..." with that she closed her eyes and I heard the most wonderful hissing sound as she released her control and began to spray the ground between her feet.

Her hot stream was under so much pressure, as she had been holding it in as long as she possibly could. It sprayed out in a hard stream, rapidly forming a growing puddle. She slid her hand down between her legs and using her fingers began directing the stream of her piss.

She splayed open her lips and lifted up slightly, causing her stream to arc up and away from her. At one point it was landing a good two feet from it's perfect point of origin.

She looked up to see my stare transfixed on her glorious display. I fucking love watching my wife pee. The naughtiness, the taboo, the total kink of it all, it just gets me hard as fucking steel. As she looked straightforward, she was near eye level with my crotch, and she could plainly see the effect her show was having. I was gripping myself as I watched, squeezing my dick, the outline of my hard on was unmissable.

As her stream began to dwindle, she pushed a little and her stream would alternate between dribbles and a fast arcing spray. I was absolutely mesmerized by the sight. As her stream sprayed through the air, it would break up into countless little drops, each one catching the afternoon sunlight and shining like a little amber jewel as it hung mid-air and glinted in the sun before falling onto the leaves below.

As the last of her liquid gems fell to the earth, I came back from my reverie and looked her in the eyes. She saw the burning lust in my eyes, and I saw the same wanton look in hers. Her hand resumed its slow circling on her now very wet pussy.

"You're going to want to fuck me now, aren't you?" The way she said it wasn't quite a question as a statement of fact.

I nodded.

"And you're going to want to lick me clean before you do." Again, not fully a question.

Again, I nodded.

She simply extended her hand to me, the one that she had been rubbing herself with. Except she held her hand palm facing me, with her fingers spread. I understood what she was telling me to do.

I stepped up to her and took those shiny, wet fingers into my mouth. As my tongue ran up and back down each of her fingers, I was rewarded with a beautiful mix of the thick, sweet taste of her pussy and the thin, tangy taste of her urine.

After her hand was sufficiently clean, I helped her up and guided her over to the rock. I pulled the small blanket, and another little item, out of the pack. The blanket was folded over and set on the rock as a little padding for her, the other item was slipped into my pocket.

She bent over the rock, placing her hands on the soft blanket for support, while I bent down behind her and placed my hands on the soft, round cheeks of her ass. She looked out and enjoyed the beautiful sight in front of her, the naturally green valley and clear blue lake nestled in the middle. I enjoyed my own beautiful view; the natural valley of her ass with the bright pink opening in the center. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure I was enjoying my view allot more.

I leaned in, inhaling her intoxicating scent. A mixture of sweat, arousal, and pee. The tip of my tongue touched the side of her thigh and she let out a soft moan. I licked up towards her sex, my tongue capturing the small trickles of her golden water that had began to run down her legs. Up towards the apex of her legs, then back down, capturing every last, golden drop before moving to the other side. Once both sides were licked clean, I set my sights on the sweet, tasty center.

Using the tip of my tongue, I traced the outline of her lips, starting along the edge of her swelling clit and moving up to her puckered backdoor. She was flinching and moaning as I licked every available inch of her sodden crotch. Up and down, from side to side, I painted her pussy with my tongue. Giving her a cleaning she could never get from a piece of tissue. Her body was shuddering as I focused my attention on the source of this sweet goodness.

I placed my lips over her smooth ones and gently licked at her opening before sliding my squirming tongue up her tasty snatch. My nose was pressed against her puckered little backdoor, and after I licked out her pussy good, I lifted my mouth and began to give her a rim job to make her toes curl.

She pushed back against my tongue as I circled her tight ring, egging me to slip my tongue up her dark passage. I was only happy to oblige. Holding her cheeks open, I placed my lips over her asshole and slipped my wet tongue up her ass. In and out I probed, working it as deep as I could, pulling out and circling her taunt ring of muscle before diving in again. Her breathing was getting louder and I could tell she was getting turned on.

I pulled my tongue out of her asshole and lifted my face from between her cheeks just long enough to mutter, "Oh damn babe, I fucking love licking your asshole. I love the way you respond to my touch, the way your your little hole grips my tongue as I slide it in and out of your dark, dirty little hole." I slipped a finger into her now sopping wet slit, and used my thumb to rub circles around her hardened clit.

"Does this turn you on?" I asked rhetorically, "do you like having my tongue up your ass while I finger your pussy? You do, don't ya? Yeah, you love it, I can tell by how wet you are." I teased her with dirty talk in between licks of her bum, asking her questions and then getting my answer by feeling her squirm against my face and push back on my fingers. I knew she was hot, and it wouldn't take long before she was ready for what I had in mind.