Naïve Couple Meet Woodsman Ch. 01

Woodsman: "I am sorry you feel that way my beautiful Isabelle. I didn't mean to shake your marriage. I just felt that I needed to give you two the wedding gift of sexual education. The kind of education that would make your marriage strong and intense." He said with a serious look.

Without my wife responded I stepped in.

Me: "We were wondering if we could stay her for the night since it's already dark outside."

He agreed, but quickly went to stand in front of her, with his bulge level to her face, and lay his hand on her right shoulder.

Woodsman: "I am really sorry for scaring you Isabelle. I didn't mean to cause any trouble, but I was just caught up in the moment and the beer clouded my judgement."

Before letting my wife could say anything. He lifted her chin with the same hand he used to jerk off.

Woodsman: "Is this your first time seeing another man naked?"

Wife: "Yes."

Woodsman: "Well I admire your sincerity Isabelle, but a woman like you should be allowed to see all the cocks she wants. She should also be allowed to do whatever with them. Sorry if I am to bold but this is my opinion"

After this intense moment he lowered her eyes on his huge bulge.

Woodsman: "Is this the biggest you've seen?"

This kind of got me uncomfortable and wanted to say something but my once shy innocent wife spoke.

Wife: I've never seen another man naked before, and this penis of yours is just astounding. I' am just speechless and feel strange sensations that I've never felt before."

Woodsman: "This is a normal reaction Isabelle, but you have to understand that a beautiful woman like you has the right to look at men without cheating. Plus, as long as it does not go into you unwillingly then it's not cheating"

Wife: "Thanks. I just don't understand how a cock like yours can get inside a woman without hurting her. I mean my husband already does wonders to me."

Woodsman: "Well I got to admit not a lot of women are able to welcome by cock inside their wombs, but they are able to give me good hand jobs or blowjobs. However, I've had some women able to take all of it and great get orgasms," He said with a grin.

With that said we all proceeded back to the campfire to relax with some beers. We sat around the fire chatting, and we were all in our shorts except for my wife who has kept her short sundress on, without her bra or panties, but this woodsman didn't know this or I sure hope he didn't.

Woodsman: "Well I guess I have to say that you're a beautiful woman Isabelle and that dress really accentuates your gifts."

Wife: "Gifts?" My wife responded.

O'Connor looked at me with a serious face. Almost like a jealous face.

Woodsman: "Well I mean you have a beautiful body figure, and forgive my crudeness but with your motherly attributes like your breasts, buttocks, and nice plumpness really make your look like a goddess."

My wife was flushing red. She then noticed that we were short of beer and got up to get some more. He then turned his attention to me.

Woodsman: "I hope I didn't offend you man?"

Me: "Ummm no. I agree my wife is a beautiful woman who luckily chose me for husband."

He looked at me with jealousy and with an expression on his face that said I didn't deserve her. That he should fuck her.

Then our attention was disturbed when my wife accidently slipped and fell on the belvedere near the shore on her hands and knees. Her skirt somehow tipped over her buttocks to reveal her 40-inch butt and 29-inch waste line. We were both in aw when we saw this creamy coloured bubble butt, and campfire light made the view incredible, and the fact that she was only 20 feet from us. We could see the onion booty shape and her shaved pussy. What a view I thought to myself, and man I'm I lucky to have such a sexy and beautiful wife. When suddenly I saw Mr. O'Connor running towards my wife to help her up, but the way he did it was questionable. Indeed, he immediately got on his knees behind her as if he was going to bang her "doggy style" as some of my friends would say As he was doing this I could see that his huge bulge slipped between my wife's ass crack, and she jumped a little when she felt this, but she remained still and continued trying to grab the beer, which were under a bush about 3 feet below.

Woodsman: "Sorry Isabelle I just thought you needed some help with that and I didn't want you ruining that dress of yours."

Wife: "Oh? Thank you for the help I guess, "

My wife was too drunk to respond appropriately and she just turned her head back on the water, and focused on reaching the beer pack. Meanwhile this cocky guy took the liberty to apply some pressure into my wife's crack, with his humungous bulge, and caused her cheeks to spread outwards. Now the only thing separating his dick from my wife's pussy was his jockstrap. This got me pissed off. Especially when I could clearly make out a part of his jockstrap was damped.

Me: "Hey can I have that beer now?" I said with nervousness and anger.

They both got up and walked back to the campfire.

Wife: "Sorry honey but these beers are hard to reach and I probably need to get into something more comfortable since my dress got wet. We need to get back to the camp to get my bikini."

Me: "Honey I told you we can't go home it's too dark out there."

Woodman eagerly answered, "Yeah Isabelle. We can't go and hike back at this time of the night it might be too dangerous. If you want I can get you a bikini that one of my ex's."

Wife still tipsy, "Well let's see it."

Woodsman: "But I have to warn you that it's a little revealing and might be too much for your prude views."

Wife: "Prude? I am not prude I' am just a woman who respects herself and her vows."

Woodman: "I know you are Isabelle, but I just want to warn you before getting the bikini."

My wife admired his honesty and readily accepted his offer, but first looked at me for approval. I nodded and off went this muscular man in a hurry. O'Connor went inside to and came back telling her that he left it in the room for her to try on. He made sure to give her another beer as she walked by. He was standing in the doorway when she walked pass him, and she accidently touched his bulge as she did. I don't know if it was the beer that made her do this or if it was just her clumsiness. As we were waiting, this man kept standing at the doorway watching her as she swayed her way to the bedroom. With one hand holding his crotch and the other drinking his beer. He then came to sit right across from me around the campfire.

My wife came back 5 minutes later with a beer on the hand. The woodsman and me just stopped talking and our eyes almost popped out. Indeed my wife came out wearing the most revealing bikini that left little to the imagination about her private parts. It was a 2-piece white triangle, almost transparent; bikini set that barely covered her nipples and married pussy. The only fabric covering her was the 2-inch triangles over her nipples and pussy, and this was a thong for all sakes. She has never worn a thong nor accepted my requests, and yet here she was almost naked in front of this stranger. Needless to say, this asshole was rubbing his huge bulge not paying attention to me, and my wife was just drinking her beer. I mean I didn't blame him because my wife's 34 DD breast were just amazing and that thong really brought out her huge bubble butt.

Wife: "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm I ugly?"

Woodsman: "No! No! It's just that you wear this piece better than all my ex's."

Wife: "Really?" as she burped.

Woodman: "Yeah Isabelle. You're really beautiful."

Me: "I agree honey you do look amazing in this body, but aren't you cold. Do you want to wear something."

Woodsman: "Stop it man! It's too humid for her, and she will feel better in this. Right Isabelle?"

Wife: "It does feel better, but I am concerned about showing off too much to a stranger."

As I was going to say something to agree, Mr. O'Connor interrupted.

Woodsman: "Come on you two. Aren't we friends here? I've seen lots of nude women and this is just another one." He said confidently.

Me: "Uh..."

Woodsman: "Come on you two it's not as if I was going to sleep with your wife or try to break-up your marriage. I am a catholic for sakes."

With that said my wife felt a little at ease and more confident with her stripper like attire.

Wife: "Fine then. Can I have another beer?"

Me: "Haven't you had enough already Isabelle? I mean you already had 8..."

Woodsman: "Come on man let her enjoy her time on your vacation. She's just discovering herself and having a good time."

Me: "Well I guess another won't hurt," I said with worry.

Mr. O'Connor got up to hand her a beer and escort her to her low chair, while holding her lower back with his muscular hand. Eventually, things got back to normal and my wife felt a little relaxed and even tipsier. I to was comforted with the beer and seeing her happy and laughing. Then, out of nowhere, during our conversation the woodsman changed the subject.

Woodsman: "Isabelle, I noticed you commented on the size of my cock later on. What's that all about?"

My wife hesitated at first and then after taking a sip of her beer.

Wife: " Well. As you know I've never been with another man other than my husband, nor have I ever seen another man nude before, I did some posters of nude man once at a truck stop. And your things was very similar to yours and they had your body."

Woodsman: "Wow! I can imagine that this was pretty scary and intense for you?"

Me: "Wow honey. I am sorry that this happened to you...I"

Woodman: "I guess it go you curiosity going right?" He said interrupting.

He kind of pissed me off, but I was too busy admiring my wife who was sitting about 2 feet on my right, and with 6 feet from Mr. O'Connor the woodsman. Then this cocky man got even bolder.

Woodsman: "I am sorry to bother you about this Isabelle, but have you ever seen other man naked? I can't believe a beautiful sexy woman like hasn't seen more."

He went on this tell him about his father's wood processing company, and how he hired many lumberjacks. She mentioned that she would often help out by bringing them their pay at work. She would often drive to the place of work and would often observe these men working under the hot sun. They would most often take off their shirts, while working.

Woodsman: "I am curious Isabelle. What did these men look like?"

Wife: " Well they were very muscular and sweaty, and their rough demeanour really made them manly. They would also swim in the lake during their breaks. "

Woodsman: " How did they swim without any swimsuits Isabelle?"

Wife: "Well...they would just swim with their underwear on." She said looking at me.

Woodsman: "That's interesting, but how did you feel about this Isabelle?"

Wife: " Well...I was uncomfortable because when they would get off shore I could see sausage like bumps on their underwear."

Woodsman: "That's interesting Isabelle. Did you see more than this?"

Wife hesitantly: "Well...Yes...some under wears show their...you know."

As my wife said this Mr. O'Connor's bulge started twitching and growing, but my wife was too busy talking to see. Then he repositioned his cock for some reason, but as he did this a piece of his cock head peeked out. Then my wife stopped talking when she finally saw this, and the woodsman looked down and back up to my wife.

Woodsman: "I am sorry Isabelle."

He tucked it back in and looked back at my wife.

Woodsman: "My jockstrap can't hold my junk in place it seems. But please do tell me about these men. You said you could see their things?"

Wife: "Uh...Yes I could see their penises through their underwear."

Woodsman: "How did you feel?"

Wife: "I thought these man were animals, but since their body structures strangely resembled that of my father's I tolerated it. Eventually, as the days went by I got used to it, but my feelings got weirder."

Woodsman: "How do you mean?"

Wife: "I don't know if I should share this to you."

Woodsman: " Come on Isabelle, I'm sure your husband doesn't mind."

Me: "Actually, this is a bit too much for me." I said with a nervous smile.

Woodsman: "Come on man be a good sport and let her tell us."

Wife: "I' am sorry hubby about sharing too much. I will stop."

Woodsman: "I understand," with a disappointed look on his face.

As we continued our conversation I felt like taking a leak and asked my wife to accompany me, but she declined. Stating that she didn't need to. So, off I went to the cabin, and left them alone for a good 5 minutes.

Woodsman: "Well my beautiful Isabelle. I guess we could continue our conversation without your husband feeling uncomfortable about this. I mean out of respect for him it would be better if we talked about this together. I mean I am just a stranger and nobody will ever know about this."

Wife: "I guess so. Well where did I leave off?"

Woodsman: "You mentioned something about weird feelings."

Wife: "Oh yeah! I just felt this sensation of my body warming up."

Woodsman: "That's a natural feeling Isabelle, it happens to all women when they see something they like. That's a gift from the good lord and it's natural. Talking about is okay to because it's not cheating. So describe this sensation."

Wife: "Well my below was moist for a reason. I didn't know why."

Woodsman: "This is another one of the good lords gifts Isabelle. This prepares a woman for intercourse, and it has nothing to do with being unfaithful."

Wife: "I guess," nervously

Woodsman: "How big is your husband Isabelle if you don't mind me for asking. It's only for biological reasons."

In hesitant tone my wife said, "He always said it was a proud 6-inches."

Woodsman: "Well that's commendable, but aren't you curious if there exists bigger ones out there?"

Wife: "No! My husband satisfies me just good."

I came back and they both stopped their conversation, and out of nowhere this muscular man in a jockstrap said something troubling.


Woodsman: "Your wife told me about your cock size, and I was wondering if we could measure our cocks just for her sake. It would put an end to her questions about cock size. Do you agree?"

Me: "Well I don't know about this."

Wife: "I agree and we shouldn't go there?"

Woodsman: "You know guys I am trying do this for you own sake. From my experience once a wife has seen other naked men it helps in a relationship. And it can only help you two in the future and make your marriage stronger."

My wife and I looked at each other and kind of thought that his reasoning was logical and honest. Then I asked to know more about this measuring thing.

Me: "How can we measure our cocks?"

Woodsman: "Don't worry I have a measuring tape over at the cabin"

Me: "I mean it would be nice to show that our cocks can be pretty similar."

Woodsman: "That's my argument and this can also stimulate your sex life later on. Believe me from experience these situations really strengthen a marriage, and a hard working husband like you deserves it. This new thing will teach you guys to express your fantasies in a whole other level."

Me: "I guess, but I don't want my wife to break her vows."

Woodsman: "Don't worry. I am catholic and totally respect marriage."

Me: "What do you think honey?"

Wife: "Well I guess it's okay if we don't break our vows, and it's only for the sake of argument and nothing more."

Woodsman: "Alright then it's settled. I'll be right back with the measuring tape."

He went inside and came back wearing his brown construction tool belt, and still only with his white jockstrap on. I must admit this guy was catching my wife's attention as she had always fancied rough looking guys due to her childhood.

Woodsman: " Well Isabelle before we proceed are you sure you haven't seen other men nude before?"

Wife: "Yes, but I have seen nude men in magazines before."

This stunned me and directed my eyes back on my wife.

Wife: "You know when we stopped at that bathroom stall once honey? Well the women's bathroom was out of order, so I went in the men's bathroom. While I was peeing I noticed a lot of hard writings on the walls about sex, and even observed magazine cut outs of couples having sex. Well, in these pictures men had enormous things hanging between their legs, and I thought this was fake, but those pictures were engraved in my mind."

This revelation really got me mad, but at the same time I felt a jolt of excitement in my pants. My tip was tingly and felt really nice. Eventually, we were out of beer and my wife demanded to have a beer before we went ahead with this idea, which she still remained fearful off. So, Mr. O'Connor told her that she needed to get there because her hands were small enough to reach the six-pack under the belvedere. She went towards the belvedere and Mr. O'Connor got up.

Woodsman: "Do you mind if I help your wife Dan? I mean she's a bit tipsy and I wouldn't want her to hurt herself."

Me: "Off course," with a tipsy voice.

Woodsman: "Can you get on you hands and knees Isabelle? This way I can hold you from your waste and fall off the belvedere." He said confidently.

Wife: "Oh okay!"

As my wife bend over this prick took a step back to take a good look at my wife's bubble butt and big tits dangling down, and she didn't know this was happening. He told my wife to wait and went to put more wood into the fire, and we could now see my wife in all her glory at about 20 foot from us, because of this firelight. He didn't even pay attention at me as he rubbed his bulge. Then he went to kneel down behind her and asked her to reach for the beers, which were about 2 feet down from the belvedere. She couldn't reach them so he told her that he needed to hold her closer to avoid a fall, and with this said he guided his huge bulge between her ass cheeks. I knew his bulge touched her mound, and the only thing separating them was my wife's thin 2-inch triangle fabric. Once she reached them they came back to the campfire, and I noticed my wife's crotch was moist and she was sweating, and Mr. O'Connor's jock strap was damped. My wife drank her beer and the whisky shots she was offered. Then Mr. O'Connor talked to us.

Woodsman: "So I guess we can begin this measurement thing."

With that said Mr. O'Connor got up and slid his jockstrap down, as he bend over about 3 feet from her, and as he got back up we both gasped. His genitals were huge, veiny, uncut, and had the biggest nuts I've ever seen. My wife just looked surprised. He just stood there in front of my wife, and looked at me with a cocky smile. At this point my low chair was about 6 feet from my wife's and their chairs were face-to-face and she was only 3 feet from his monstrous cock. Somebody had moved the chairs around or maybe it was the fact that I was pretty wasted by now. He got back onto his low chair and started stroking his cock again like last time, but time wearing no jockstrap but only a tool belt.

Woodsman: "I am sorry Isabelle, but I need to do this in front of you in order to get it hard and reach it's full size. Dan you should do the same thing to make your wife feel at ease."

I took it out my already erect cock, but this thing dwarfed my dick. I saw my wife whisper something but couldn't make it out.

Wife: "They're real."

She told my wife to grab the measuring tape from his tool belt and measure my cock. She took the tape and approached me then she measured it. We could read 5,9 inches. She smiled at me, but she tried to make me feel less of a loser by grabbing it with her right hand.

Woodsman: "Oh yeah that's good you two. That's really helping me get my cock hard,"

To this my wife bend-over and had her ass facing our friend, who had taken the liberty to advance his chair about 3 feet from her ample bubble butt. He jacked furiously as my wife paraded her cheeks in front of him and I was just surprised by my wife's behaviour. Then out of nowhere.