Within seconds of my arrival, I started to hear Hannah’s vocalizations. It started with a low, occasional moan but grew steadily. She was clearly making no attempt to be discreet. As I moved in closer to Emily, she felt the bulge of my erection pressing against her from behind. She reached back and gently touched it through my boxers. The contact caused a wave of pleasure to course through me. I was incredibly aroused. We stood there in silence for quite some time, just watching.
Eventually, I reached around her and gently put my hand down the front of the cotton pajama shorts that Emily had put on after our afternoon hike. As I did so, I realized, for the first time, that she was not wearing any panties underneath them. She breathed in when my fingers touched her pussy; I felt her wetness. No longer able to control my impulses, I reached up with both hands and pulled down her shorts. They fell to the ground, leaving her completely naked but for the flip flops on her feet. Next I reached down and pulled off my boxers, letting them fall to the ground and freeing my cock, which stood at attention, as hard as I’d ever remembered it being.
Emily knew what I was about to do and made no attempt to stop me. I crouched slightly and guided my cock up into her. She gasped as I penetrated her from behind. As we watched the shadow show in front of us, I kissed her neck and fondled her breasts while thrusting slowly. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d had sex standing up, in this position, but it was intensely intimate in a way that I can’t even describe.
As Hannah’s moans of pleasure grew even louder, Emily began to touch herself. I could tell she was incredibly aroused. Her breathing was heavy. Hannah’s was even heavier. She was clearly about to come. At this point she was incredibly loud, basically screaming. Finally we heard her scream “oh god, oh god, oh god.” We could literally see the silhouette of her legs shaking as she came.
Right after Hannah’s orgasm, Emily stepped forward, breaking our connection. She spun around and began kissing me as hard as I’ve ever been kissed, her hand stroking my cock. After 15 seconds or so, she pulled her head back and said, “take me inside and fuck me.”
I wasn’t going to argue. I led her back toward the tent, and when we got to the entrance, I let her go in first. She climbed in and immediately spun around onto her back, beckoning me to enter, both the tent and her. I climbed in and was immediately on top of her. I didn’t even bother to zip up the tent flap. Her legs wrapped around me as I entered her and began thrusting hard. Almost instantly, she was moaning loudly, much more loudly than I was used to, even before we had a child to consider. There was no question that Hannah and Mei would be able to hear her.
It felt incredible, and I felt totally in control. As turned on as I was, I felt like I could go forever and that I wanted to go forever. I never wanted it to stop. We were kissing passionately and I was plunging deeply, over and over, our skin slapping together. We had been going at it for a while when we finally heard Mei. Her moans were now audible from the other tent, almost like she was trying to outdo Emily. I paused my thrusting for a moment just to listen. Emily continued to grind her hips into me as she too listened to the sounds of Mei getting pleasured.
Before I could resume thrusting, Emily put her hands on my chest and told me to roll over onto my back. She was rarely ever directive during sex, usually content to let me make all the decisions, so I welcomed her assertiveness. As soon as I was on my back, she was on top of me, straddling me and guiding my wet cock back inside her.
At first she sat upright, her hands on my chest and her eyes closed as she ground her hips into me. I put my hands on her breasts and just admired this view of my unbelievably sexy wife. Emily loved to finish on top, where she was in control. She knew just how to draw things out and maximize her pleasure. She was still breathing heavily and moaning, but she was quieter now. I knew she was listening to the sounds Mei was making, and getting off on it. Knowing my wife, I knew she had reached the point where she could make herself come at any time, but she was in no hurry to get there. She was having too much fun.
We stayed like that for quite a while, nothing hurried, just her grinding her hips on mine, my cock leisurely sliding up and down inside of her. After a while, it was clear that Mei was about to climax. Her vocalizations were loud and frantic. We could hear her directing Hannah (“right there, yes, that’s it, oh my god, just like that…”). Then she too came with an emphatic “oh my god!” followed by silence.
That was apparently what Emily was waiting for. She bent down and began kissing me frantically as her pace increased. She was breathing really heavily now. Then her lips detached from mine as they always did when she was almost there. I began kissing her nipples as I grabbed her firmly around the hips. She pressed her hands flat on the wall of the tent as she began grinding against me in a final frenzy, moaning as loud as I’d ever heard her moan. Then she was there. She screamed, “oh god, Jake! Oh god!” and I felt her spasming on my cock. Knowing she’d made it, I finally gave myself permission to come, and just as she stopped spasming, I felt my own orgasm coming. “Oh, Em,” I shouted, “oh, you’re so fucking hot.” She sat upright with her hands on my chest, rocking slowly and smiling down at me with that post-orgasmic glow, no doubt feeling my cum spurting out inside her.
As her hips came to a stop, we heard Hannah and Mei clapping and cheering in the distance, clearly appreciative of the show we’d just put on. We both started laughing at the absurdity of it all. And within five minutes I was sound asleep.
THE NIGHT TAKES A TURN
Now, if you’ve made it this far, you may be wondering if perhaps I oversold this story in my introduction. Sure, it’s a sweet story, maybe even a decently erotic one, but ultimately it’s just been about a guy having sex with his wife on a camping trip. That can’t be “the story to beat all stories,” can it? Well, hold your judgment, because this is where things get really nuts.
The first sign that something was amiss was the crack of thunder that woke me up. For those of you used to the weather in the Eastern half of the U. S., that might not seem so unusual, but the reality is that thunderstorms are very rare in the Pacific Northwest. At first I wasn’t sure what I had heard, but then I saw a flash of lightning, followed after about five seconds by another deafening crack of thunder. That one woke Emily. “Was that thunder?” she asked groggily.
“Yes,” I replied as I pulled open the flap of our tent to look outside. I’m not sure I’ve ever encountered a darkness quite as all encompassing as the darkness outside at that moment. While I did not yet hear any rain, it was clear that thick clouds had rolled in and blocked any star or moon light from reaching us. There was no light whatsoever.