The first day of the music festival.

Based on a post by mydeepsix, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 As

I sat there looking around at the semi-nude or fully naked young

people, carefree and relaxed, I had a vague feeling in the back of my

mind, as if I were caught in a river and being gently pushed downstream,

helpless, toward deeper, treacherous waters. Leo slid over, smiled, and

put his arm around me. I looked up, but Ken hadn't noticed.

"What do you think about when your husband fucks you?" Leo asked, whispering in my ear. I was shocked.

At

any other time, even a few days ago, a question like that would have

gotten Leo slapped hard, and then my husband would have beaten his ass

to save my honor. I would have stormed off in furious indignation. But,

here, partially naked with only my guitar between me and a lustful young

man, I felt oddly submissive.

"Recently?

You." I answered, probably too honestly. I giggle at myself for the

lapse. But at that moment, I knew I had to be with Leo physically. I

wanted to please him, and I wanted him to want me, even if it cost me

everything.

Leo needled me, "You know I can make you feel things, deep inside you, that he never could."

Leo

was being provocative. He was a young, fresh buck seeking to challenge

the old stag. It was titillating having him compete for me. It was

exciting. Almost out of habit, I started to defend Ken when Leo pulled

me close, whispering, "Aren't you curious about it?"

I

felt his hot breath on my face and remembered our crazy kissing session

the other night. A kiss now would be too obvious, too overt. I turned

and looked into his eyes, feeling my resolve melting away.

Leo spread his legs a little and said, "You can feel it if you want."

I

glanced up; Ken was nearby but still talking to Deb. Mike and Don had

their backs to us, facing the fire with the girls, blocking Ken's direct

view. I held the guitar in front of us, thinking I might get away with a

quick feel, a clandestine grope if I was careful. Slowly, I reached

over and felt Leo's hard abs, then slowly I traced a line down to the

base of his cock.

"No! I can't... we can't. Not here! Not out here in the open," I started to pull my hand away.

"Take my cock in your hand," Leo said firmly. I don't know why but I obeyed.

I

watched to see if Ken looked over; when it was clear he was facing

away, I felt my way down, my fingers circling Leo's cock underneath his

towel, slowly feeling the length of it. Only the second cock I'd ever

felt, I thought, it was an electric moment. Glancing up to confirm Ken

was still looking away, I squeezed it, feeling the girth, the thickness,

it hardening in my hand. I moaned quietly, feeling my arousal growing

and a tingling heat rising in my cunt. I moved my hand down, feeling his

soft, smooth testicles. So big, I hefted them, then let them drop. Leo

spread his legs further apart, and I traced the line from behind his

sack to his puckered little ass, drawing my fingertips lightly across

it, eliciting a soft gasp from him. I pulled back slightly, then circled

his cock with my small hand again and tugged his foreskin gently, up

and down his heavy shaft. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. The

thrill of getting caught made it more exciting.

"What do you think?" Leo asked me, jarring me out of my daydream.

"Oh my god, it's so big!" I exclaimed, honestly.

"Go ahead and feel it; look at it. Even play with it." He encouraged me.

I

heard Ken laugh and looked up, checking to see if I'd been discovered.

It was getting dark, but we were illuminated by firelight. Deb was

holding up herbs for Ken to inspect, just at nipple level, and Ken was

too happy to give each one a good look. The sound of his voice

temporarily shocked me out of my daze into reality. Here I was, almost

40 years old, nude, in a group of semi-naked young people and my

husband, stroking the cock of a young man my son's age. What was I

doing? It was wrong. Lustful. Wanton.

"Do

you like it? Do you like my cock?" he prodded. "Go ahead and touch it.

See if you can wrap your fingers around it. Go ahead and play with it.

You're not shy, are you?"

"Everyone can see us!" I protested weakly.

"No

one is watching," Leo said, almost exasperated. For some reason, I

believed him. Here, dark but out in the open, at a campfire, surrounded

by people including my husband, I felt like Leo and I were completely

invisible. He made it as if to move away; I felt my opportunity might be

lost as well. I reached over and touched his cock.

Leo

whispered in my ear, "Your touch is magic; your fingers feel like

natural energy tingling through my body." He still wasn't fully hard,

but I was eager to please him. I stroked him, feeling the soft skin and

the weight of his thick member, knowing that I was arousing him. I

spread my legs, feeling the cool air on my hot cunt. It felt incredible.

I

took a deep breath, then considered, and realized how alive I felt now,

in this moment, more so than in a long time. I wanted more.

I

looked around. With the music gone now, people mostly wandered off.

Mike and Don had gone to Mike's camp, I guessed. It was just me, Deb,

Ken, and Leo now.

Leo whispered, "Touch yourself. Share this feeling with me."

I

felt a rush of terror sweep over me, and then the thrill of being

stripped raw of my inhibitions faded away; I was going to obey the

wishes of my young stud.

I

pushed my body against Leo's and held the guitar in front of me, hoping

it would provide a little cover. I let my free hand fall to my cunt,

and felt my wet lips; they tingled as I traced the folds on each side,

down to my anus, then back up, slowly, to my hard little clit. I felt a

thrill shoot through me like summer heat lightning. I may have cried out

and almost stopped.

Leo

whispered into my ear, "That's it! Feel free! Feel the power you have;

the freedom of letting all your inhibitions fall away. Be a free natural

woman, a wild, unleashed female."

His

words were like a spell. I turned my body away from the fire, trying to

be at least a little discrete, spread my legs even more, and worked my

cunt tentatively at first, then with vigor, even as I held his cock with

my other hand. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his hands snaking

around my chest, his fingers finding my breasts, both stimulating me and

as if he were protecting me. It was the first time in my life I'd ever

touched my cunt with someone else watching; it felt empowering,

electric! I could feel the climax building, building, almost too much to

bear... I leaned back and cried out softly, my body shaking from the

power of it, my eyes screwed closed, my breath coming in gasps... Oh,

god, yes! This was an orgasm! Yes! So intense! So urgent! Yes! Yes!

I

leaned back farther, Leo's strong arm holding me, and spread my legs

obscenely, my knees quivering, and whispered through clenched teeth,

"Oh, yes! God, yes! I'm coming!" I felt the hot wave of climax wash over

me, knocking me over with its raw power.

As

it passed, I opened my eyes slowly. Ken was there, right in front, his

cock hard and tenting under the towel he wore. Deb too had watched me

masturbate and was smiling. "That was hot, girl!" she declared.

I

was naked and exposed. I had just masturbated and climaxed in front of

young strangers AND my husband. All while stroking the cock of a young

man I'd just met. Hardly embarrassed, instead I felt exuberant,

thrilled. Shameless. Liberated. I looked at Ken; his shocked expression

said it all. He was humiliated. Shamed by his own wife. Maybe his shame

was rooted in allowing himself to get turned on by his wife's open lust

for another man. I loved having that power over him. I knew what I had

to do.

Deb smiled; I thought I detected a little envy in her eyes. It felt empowering.

I

turned to Leo. He smiled a lustful, boyish smile. I knew then that I

wanted to feel his cock inside of me, to feel it penetrate my married

cunt, to feel it go in deep, take him inside me, and surrender

completely to his lust. I lay back on the grass and opened my legs to

him. Leo was going to fuck me. Here, now. In front of everyone. He knew

it somehow. They would all know anyway, soon enough, why try to hide it?

I

put my guitar down and turned to Leo. I tugged his cock, feeling the

shaft swell and harden. He was big. Thick. I could get both my hands on

it. The shaft was thick, and it had a large mushroom head. I tugged the

foreskin back, feeling the veins and the heavy pulse of his heartbeat. I

remembered Ken was watching and looked over at him.

"Ken!

Look how big his cock is! Can you imagine that inside me? Did you ever

dream of watching me, your wife, with a young bull like this?" He didn't

reply; he just stared at my nude, wanton form, his wife, about to be

taken by a younger man.

I

noticed that Deb was standing near him, one hand on his chest, one low

on his groin, feeling his tenting shorts, saying to him, "See how

beautiful your wife is, how sexy they are together! See how much she

wants him! He definitely wants her!"

I

met Ken's eyes, my husband of 20 years; his face was a combination of

disbelief and, was that lust? He probably never expected to see his dear

wife like this, but from the way he looked at me, I suspected it was

maybe something he had secretly desired, even as he confessed to me the

night before: to see me alive. He had a look of anticipation in his

eyes; he knew what was going to happen.

I

smiled at Leo, then looked past him at Ken and said, "I've decided I

want Leo now, husband. Tell him that you want this too. Tell Leo that he

can make love to me tonight."

I

knew at that moment I was dissolving my marriage. I didn't want to

leave Ken, but I couldn't be bound by 20-year-old vows any longer. (It's

funny how society forces you to extremes; there are no other

"acceptable" options.) I became aware also that by doing this now, here

in the open, I had humiliated Ken and stripped him of his manhood. I

don't know why I did it. I could have easily cheated on him, found a

lover, and had sex behind his back. But maybe lying was worse? In any

case, I needed him to see me as a sexual creature, to show him what he

might have had, and to break from the cultural or social bonds that kept

me frustrated and lonely. Last night in the tent, he'd implied that I

could take a lover. Now, I was telling him that I intended to, my

decision. This was our divorce; not legally or religiously, but

spiritually. I would not be secretly cheating or lying to him.

I

have heard stories of men who jumped from airplanes; that moment right

after you pull the ripcord and look up to see if a parachute had opened

up over your head so you could float to the ground safely, or else not,

and you were destined to plunge uncontrollably to your death, far below.

You would not die instantly, but knowing it was inevitable on the long

drop down. It felt like that. I held my breath.

Ken

looked at Deb, then Leo, and said to me quietly, "I want you to. Live

your life. Love your life." I smiled at Ken; it was done.

I kissed Leo. He turned to Ken and bragged, "Watch me take your wife."

Right

there, on the grass, Leo quickly moved his lean, muscular body between

my legs. He reached down and grabbed his stiff cock, deftly pushing the

swollen head against my cunt, just at the entrance. He put pressure on

my wet opening but held it just there, wiggling his torso slightly

between my legs. I felt it pressing upwards near the entrance of my

cunt. As if he wasn't trying to enter me yet, just teasing me first.

This was a new cock, only the second ever to touch my cunt. This time,

with my husband watching, no less.

He

was big; bigger than I was used to. Suddenly, I had a flashback to the

night I lost my virginity; with the sharp pain and the feeling of being

violated; and I almost pushed him away out of fear. He leaned in and

kissed me. I kissed him back eagerly. I felt the tip of his cock pushing

against my cunt lips. Yes, I wanted this, and here it was. He held his

cock and ran the head up and down my cunt. I was so wet he was spreading

my wetness from my asshole to my clit. Each time he got back to my clit

he'd rub the tip against it and around it, sending jolts of electricity

through my body. I tried to push my hips back so his cock would enter

me, but he kept teasing me. I moaned in both frustration and pleasure.

"Do you want this?" he teased. I had just given up everything for him, and still, he wanted more from me.

"Yes," I answered, pleading now. Almost begging.

Leo

grinned and looked back at Ken, as if to confirm to Ken that his wife

was about to be taken, to savor the moment. I urged Leo, "Ken wants

this. So do I. Please..."

Then,

Leo looked back at me; the head of his cock pushed against my cunt but

he didn't push in roughly. He kept up a slow, gentle pressure until his

large head slipped past my lips. I gasped at first, and then I could

feel myself stretching, becoming accustomed to his size. I spread my

legs further. He stopped and held it there, letting me push my hips up

and force him deeper, my lust for him making me forget any fear of pain.

"Fuck me, Leo," I rasped, my chest heaving. "Take me! Make me yours!"

Leo

pushed his cock in deeper. I gasped at the feeling of fullness, of

being stretched. I spread my legs further apart, drawing him in. "Yes!

Yes! Fuck me, Leo! Fuck me!" I practically begged. I felt my knees shake

and quiver as I experienced my second climax of the night. I looked

over at Ken, my husband, looking on helplessly.

Deb

smiled approvingly. I heard her tell Ken, "She's discovering her sexual

freedom; Leo is very good. She's going to get the best fucking of her

life. Watch his young cock penetrate her cunt, taking what was once

yours, which is now his. Listen as she cries out in ecstasy; watch her

total submission!"

Even

as Deb smiled, I knew I was hurting Ken, but I didn't care. Leo was the

young alpha; I'd won him. He was mine now. They could all watch him

take me for all I cared, as long as Leo's beautiful cock was buried deep

inside me, they could all watch and be envious.

"I

want you deep inside me, Leo," I whispered. In a moment, I felt that

magic feeling. The tip of his cock rode deep inside my married cunt,

stretching it, violating it, and renewing it.

He

pushed up and toward me. His cock slid in further, his veiny shaft

slowly disappearing inside me. It slid deeper and deeper, stretching the

walls of my cunt and driving me to ecstasy. I was very wet, much more

so than usual. I'd never felt so aroused before. This was not my

husband's cock; it was new, alien, an invader. I wanted more.

He

kept pushing deeper into me, long after I expected him to stop. His

cock probed deeper into my cunt than Ken ever did. Leo smiled at me,

knowing confidence on his face. He knew his cock was large and what his

body could do to women. He started to pump his cock in and out.

"Yes!

Yes! Fuck me, Leo! Fuck me! Fuck me with your beautiful cock! Fuck me!

Please!" I cried out uncontrollably, surrendering any reservations I had

and completely giving myself to him. I felt his youthful and powerful

thrusting full-on now, pounding me, giving me sensations more intense

than I'd ever felt! His open mouth and tongue dominated my mouth, drool

and spit flying everywhere; he was grunting and sweating and rutting me

like an animal. I loved it!

I

felt myself climaxing. A powerful shockwave racked my body, and I cried

out involuntarily. "More! Fuck me harder! Deeper! Yes! Yes!"

"Oh,

fuck, you're tight! So hot! So hot! Oh, fuck, fuck!" he grunted, his

thrusting increasing in urgency and power. I felt helpless as his body

slammed into mine over and over.

Leo

climaxed. I felt his cock swell up, and then hot pulses of his fresh

semen hit deep inside me, filling me up. Each pulse was like a hot

cherry bomb going off against my cervix, over and over. As he thrust in,

I could feel it squirting out, dripping down my legs. My first orgasm

from someone other than me or my husband since I got married. It was

amazing. I could feel his cock still throbbing inside me.

He put his lips to my ear and whispered, "You are mine, now."

Dizzy,

breath coming with gasps and gulps, I repeated, "I am yours now." Just

saying those words out loud seemed to excite me more.

"You are my woman now!" he told me.

"Yes! Yes! Your woman!" I eagerly agreed.

Incredibly, Leo started pumping his cock into my cunt again.

"My

cock is fucking your hot, slutty cunt! My slut now! Aren't you? My

dirty slut!" he whispered, each epithet more vulgar than the last. I

felt his cock start to withdraw slightly.

"No!"

I thought, as I felt him pull out, it can't be over yet! Desperately, I

pleaded, "Yes! I am! Your slut! Don't stop fucking me now!"

Leo

grinned; he'd won. "You're so tight! It feels so good! So fucking

tight!" He grunted like an animal, all lust and youthful power. He

pushed in again, deeply, just to remind me how hard he could fuck me.

"Yes!

Yes! I'm your slut! Your slave! Fuck me! Yes!" I implored him, shocked

at hearing my own words out loud. Leo wasn't just fucking me; he was

completely stripping me of my former life; my marriage, my personhood,

even my dignity; and I submitted eagerly! Leo pumped his cock deep into

me, over and over. I climaxed again, so happy to feel his cock in me.

Leo

was fucking me harder now; faster, stretching me, pushing deeper. I'm

not sure for how long I was lost in the powerful sensations his body

subjected me to, delirious from the carnal reawakening of my womanhood.

Then, I felt his cock swell and explode inside me, hot streams of thick

young semen pulsing deep in me, Leo grunting like an animal with each

powerful thrust. Over and over, it seemed to go on forever. I cried out

and held him close, trying to pull him entirely into me.

All

too soon, Leo rolled off and lay next to me, both of us breathing

heavily, covered in sweat. I had never stopped climaxing; it seemed like

one continuous orgasm. I leaned over and kissed Leo, desperately hoping

to get him hard again, but he lay there panting and closed his eyes.

I

glanced over at Ken; his head hung low, but he had retrieved a blanket

and was approaching to cover me up. I smiled at the tenderness he was

still capable of and extended my hand to him.

Ken

walked over to me, his cock tenting the towel around his waist, to help

me up. I managed to stand up and take his hand, and, shocking him I'd

bet, whispered in his ear, "I'm not done yet, lover."

I

led him into our tent and pushed him onto his back. I swung a leg over

his pelvis and lowered my dripping, cum-filled cunt onto his cock. I

started to ride him like this for the first time in our marriage, taking

the top and controlling position, riding his cock to please myself. Ken

reached up and rubbed my hard nipples, squeezing my breasts, and then

pulled me close to kiss me, just as his cock started to pulse and throb,

shooting more hot semen to mix with the other hot slimy loads in my

cunt now. After he finished, I lay next to him.

I

thought about the word "Slut". In high school, a girl was called

"Easy", or "Loose", but the word "Slut" was so extreme, so vulgar, you

never heard it outside of just before a fistfight. But here I was,

making up for lost time, exploring my sexuality, and getting satisfied.

That made me a slut. A happy slut.

I lay next to Ken, my mind spinning. The silence was agonizing; finally, I risked my thoughts out loud.

"I can't believe that just happened," I said, suddenly afraid of what Ken might be holding back.

"A

young man just fucked you. He fucked my wife." Ken said, numbly,

coldly, as if he hadn't been there, watching. It was almost as if

someone had just told him. "I thought it might happen; I was just so

unprepared... It was so sudden... I felt so..." he sputtered. "He fucked

you."

I added, "Yes! Oh, god, yes! He did! And it was so good! So passionate! It was more than I expected, but it felt so good!"

Ken,

regaining some of his composure, asked, "Are you going to do it again?"

He paused, then continued, "Let him have you again?"

I

thought for a moment. I never really considered what might happen next.

"Yes, if he wants me," I responded; and I had no idea how true it was

going to be.

"You like being used, degraded, called a slut?" he queried, uncommonly calmly. "Is this what you want?"

Ken was silent. I felt so much energy untapped; I couldn't control my excitement and couldn't stop talking if I tried.

"Honestly?

At first, no, I just wanted a lover. But, then, as it happened, I

felt... I needed... I don't know, so much more! More than just physical

sex," I had revealed my inner thoughts to him. Why hold back now? "I

didn't know I wanted that, but I loved it! If you had asked me if I

wanted to sleep with someone else or let some man call me a slut or say I

was going to fuck a strange man right in front of you, even yesterday, I

would have slapped you, or at least laughed at you. Now I'm wondering

how many more times I'll let my young lover fuck me. And I know I'm

going to enjoy it every time."

My

body felt so alive! My mind was racing at the things I'd just admitted

to my husband. I reached down and felt my cunt, sore and full of cum,

still not quite believing what had just happened. Oddly, I felt slightly

angry that I'd been denied this sensual pleasure for so many years, and

why? It wasn't Ken's fault. Most of the women I knew would sometimes

make snide little comments about not being satisfied by their husbands

at home. They'd say wistfully: perhaps the new paperboy, rough auto

mechanic, or muscular plumber had more potential to satisfy them

sexually. But I thought this was a stab at dirty humor; I never

considered it a real possibility. But now, having tasted sexual

gratification outside of marriage, I was hungry for more.

I looked over at my husband, my best friend. He was looking at me, concern in his eyes. I didn't stop.

"Ken,

I was young Leo's hot, eager slut tonight. I loved it. Did you see his

big cock sliding into me? I loved that he shamelessly used me to get

off, right in front of everyone! I felt so exposed and exhibited like a

prize! They all saw my wet cunt, and watched as he pushed his cock deep

into me, over and over! They watched as I climaxed! Shamelessly! Just

like a true slut." I slid my body next to Ken's, hugging him and kissing

his cheek. I writhed passionately against him, feeling so alive and

still wanting to share that with him.

I

was on a verbal roll and continued. "He's going to fuck me again. I

just know it! I want it, too! I want more! I want him! His youth, his

raw energy, their sexual hunger, everything. My body was on fire for him

to obey and be used as it pleases him. My body is mine, and today I

gave it to another man; I was his slut." Saying the words out loud was

getting me aroused all over again. Ken stroked my hair gently, then

sighed.

Ken looked at me for a moment and asked, "Are you going to do it behind my back?"

The

question kind of stunned me. I don't know why, maybe because it was the

last question I expected. Maybe because things were moving very fast,

and I instinctively needed something normal to hang on to.

I

turned to him and shook my head. "Ken, I want you there, every time he

takes me, every time I take a lover! Every time I get fucked! Every

orgasm! Watching! Seeing how I serve my lover! Maybe lots of men! Lots

of cocks! Strangers filling me with cum!" I knew I was pushing Ken hard,

but I wanted to see what he did; did he have a line he wouldn't cross?

Any sexual or marital boundary that, once crossed, would drive him away?

How much freedom did I really have?

"Is this your adventure?" he asked. I thought about that question: yes, maybe it was. He didn't wait for an answer.

He

sighed and said, 'Okay, I'll be there with you. I'll watch you submit

to other men, any lover you choose. I'll watch men fuck my wife." Then

kissed me, whispering, "I love you."

I

lay there in silence, considering what he had said. It would take me

months to understand, but at the time, it only meant that I had indeed

found new sexual freedom. That's all I cared about. Looking back, if Ken

had left, I would have been terrified. If he had moved to stop me, I

would have felt owned and resented him. But for some strange reason, he

supported me. I felt free.

A

few short minutes later, Leo lifted the tent flap, naked, his cock

hard, and took my hand. His erection was swinging free, bouncing as he

walked. He lifted me. "I'm not done yet, are you?" he asked, grinning.

Ken

looked over at me. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the pain, and

the confusion. I was his wife, the mother of his children, and now I was

seconds away from giving a stranger more of my body than I'd given my

husband in over 20 years of marriage. Or, did he somehow think my

pleasure was subjugated to his ownership, and my body was somehow not

mine to give to another man?

In

the back of my mind, I felt his pain, his burning humiliation, his hurt

at having his wife so easily taken by another, so willing to submit. I

know I should have pulled back and given Ken some kind of emotional

armor against the violation of our sacred vows.

But

I didn't. Destroying Ken made my physical pleasure that much hotter,

more profound, and more vivid. Leo was my hammer to destroy the walls

and bonds that held me. The more he used me and humiliated me, the

sweeter my freedom tasted.

That

night, under the stars, in the place I'd masturbated myself just a few

nights ago, Leo took me again. I remember just a few days ago, in my

frustration, wishing for this, and here it was. Leo fucked me over and

over again, but more intensely this time, and not just fucking me. Leo

pushed me harder; he demanded my submission over and over, even as his

cock pounded me.

"Are

you my hot, wanton slut? Mine? Will you do anything I tell you?" He

asked me, as his hard young cock slid deep into me again and again. "How

slutty are you?"

Leo

seemed to have this unnatural ability to go from a harmless, cute, sexy

young man to a full-blown Casanova, then to a dominant, demanding

master, and make it seem so natural, it was so easy to be seduced by

him. I wasn't sure he was saying these things for my arousal or to shame

Ken, who could obviously hear us, and I didn't care which. I wondered

if he was watching us from the tent

I hoped he was.

As

I climaxed over and over, I heard myself saying, "I'm your slut, Leo!

Your fuck toy! Do anything you want with me; fuck me! Fuck me! Never

stop fucking me! Ken, see what a slut I am for Leo's cock! See him fuck

your wife!"

It

was true, I wanted his young cock; his lust; to be desired, wanted by

him. I discovered that I was desperate to prove to my husband Ken that I

was still awakening as a sexual being; deep inside me there was an

animal, long neglected.

I would be neglected no more.

Leo's

body had revived that animal in me; but more than that; the mental

games he was subjecting me to made everything more intense. It wasn't

enough for him to take my body; Leo wanted to own me completely. To make

me submit. And, to subjugate myself in front of my husband, no

playacting, no sneaking around. My submission would be honest and total.

My body trembled with orgasm after orgasm. I came in waves, crashing

one after the other.

I

felt Leo stiffen. His body shook as he came. The hot jets of semen hit

against my cunt's walls. I came too, a big crushing wave of climax.

After it subsided, I may have passed out; I realized I was

hyperventilating, barely able to catch my breath. I lay there limp,

sweaty, recovering, thinking about what I was doing.

I

never got much of a chance to think, as young Leo had a short

refractory period. Several times that night he spread my legs again; I

felt his hot muscular body move on top of me, and I think he ejaculated

twice more, maybe three times, before he finally rolled off me early in

the morning and fell asleep. I never seemed to stop climaxing; my orgasm

rose and fell like a wave, crashing powerfully into the shore and then

receding into the vast ocean.

Having

Ken there, nearby, listening, as I submitted to this young man, nearly a

stranger, just made it seem more intense somehow. At last, when Leo was

spent and snoring, I don't think I even fell asleep, as much as passed

out.

Just

before sunrise, I woke to find myself sleeping next to Leo, our old

family blanket barely covering the naked bodies of myself and my young

lover. For a brief moment, in the fog of the morning, I touched my

belly, thinking about the baby Leo probably just gave me; a beautiful

boy like him. Then, I remembered I was twice his age, and I'd had a

hysterectomy after my own youngest child was born. I felt a twinge of

sadness as that dream faded, then looked over at the tent where Ken was

still sleeping and remembered that I had a beautiful family and a loving

husband.

I

slipped away from Leo and crept into the tent, snuggling up next to

Ken. Reflexively he put his arm around me, and we rested together. If he

had rejected me, been outraged, or refused to forgive me, I think I

would have at that moment been utterly destroyed. And he'd be right to

do so. I wondered why he didn't. I thought about that as we lay next to

each other until I fell asleep.

Chapter

3. Leo pushes April to extremes, perhaps to see if anything will shock

her. But, it's April who turns tables on Leo. Can he take it?

 

I wonder if I have any limits left.

The

next morning, I woke up after sunrise. Ken and I were sleeping next to

each other when I peeked out of the tent to see that Leo was gone. I

slid up against Ken. I was still aroused by the activities of the night

before. Amazingly, my body still tingled from the sensations I'd

experienced, my head spinning from the events. Ken was there, and he'd

seen and heard it all. As I snuggled against his familiar, strong body, I

couldn't help but want to wake him and make sure he was OK. For a

moment, I considered taking his cock into my sore and stretched cunt. I

reached for it. I got on my knees and stroked his cock.

Ken

woke up with a start, then looked at me, grinning, and greeted me,

"Hey, you sexy thing, I see you survived the night." I grinned back and

kissed him. We held each other in silence, listening to the sounds of

each other's breathing.

Suddenly,

Leo returned; he tossed open the flap of our tent. He kicked off his

shorts and stood there, naked, his cock already hard, and casually

stated, "Morning Ken! I'm going to fuck your slut wife." I looked behind

him; Don was there too. He must have heard what happened? No, not

heard. Leo told him, boasting about his triumph over me, over Ken, like a

high school jock after the prom. I was about to say something when Leo

put his hands on my face, kissed me, and urged, "Make room!" I melted.

Obeying

eagerly, I pushed roughly against Ken, making room for Leo. It was odd;

I felt my skin touching Ken, his body against mine, even as Leo moved

between my legs and his hard cock penetrated me. He started pounding his

cock into me immediately. I know I should have felt offended, or angry,

at his offhand assumption that I'd want him again. (Even though I did!)

But at that moment, my back touching Ken, even as Leo used me, pumped

his young cock into me, and I felt exhilarated.

Then

Leo grabbed my legs, flipped me over, and pulled me into a kneeling

position on all fours, kicking my legs apart. Last night I'd submitted

to him and begged him to take me; now it seems he would take me whenever

he wanted; my young bull had free access to my body at his whim. Leo's

vigorous pounding was not lost on Ken; he looked over at us with alarm.

Ken seemed to move as if to protect me, but I grabbed his hand and said, "It's OK, I want this."

Ken

glanced at me, almost unbelieving, but then relaxed. Quickly, Leo

positioned himself behind me and pushed his stiff cock into me, balls

deep. I gasped and bent forward, grabbing onto Ken to keep from falling.

Leo started to fuck me roughly, and I felt my climax rising almost

immediately. I clung to Ken desperately, and he held onto my shoulders

even as Leo's thrusting grew in intensity. Ken's face was right at mine.

I leaned forward and started to kiss him. Not the quick peck we usually

exchange, but a fully passionate, open-mouth, tongue-exploring kiss.

After his surprise wore off, he began to kiss me back eagerly, even as

Leo was ravaging my cunt! His young cock slid in and out as he grunted,

and with each thrust, my body shook.

This

make-out session with my husband, while another guy was fucking my

cunt, was mind-blowing! Very erotically intense. I was shocked to

discover feeling an attraction for Ken, like I never had before. I held

onto his strong arms and his chest, even as Leo's thrusts threatened to

push me onto my face.

Then I heard Don's voice: "You weren't lying, were you? You're fucking her right in front of her husband!"

So

that's where Leo had gone; to boast about his conquest, his new slut,

show off his skills of seduction, maybe even offer me up to any guys who

wanted me. I felt a sudden pang of regret, of dread, that I'd gone too

far, too fast, and had lost control.

The

displeasure and near panic at what Leo was doing to me; what I felt;

was quickly displaced by my raw animal lust as Leo's cock pounded me

harder, almost forcing a climax to overwhelm any conscious thoughts I

had.

Leo's

sweaty body stiffened up. I could feel his hot ejaculate pumping into

my cunt; then there was a tugging feeling, and he quickly pulled out and

stood up.

I

could hear him panting, so proud of his triumph, showing off his

dominance and the woman he'd conquered. I remember thinking at that

moment that I'd wanted a lover, not a master.

I remember thinking defiantly, "I'll show him who's in charge!"

I

turned and demanded, lustfully, "Don, I want you to stuff your big cock

into my cunt!" as I wiggled my ass for him, still feeling hot rivulets

of Leo's cum running down my legs.

"You

got it, slut!" Don replied as he pushed Leo out of the way and hurried

to get into position. I reached back with one hand to guide his

throbbing boner into my hungry, dripping cunt.

In

a flash, Don was between my legs, and his hard young cock slipped

easily into my slick and freshly seeded cunt. "I need to blow a load in

that slut's cunt!" he said, pumping in and out urgently.

"Ugh,

so deep! Take me! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my married cunt!" I demanded. Don

complied, pumping his big cock in and out of me hard and fast.

Instantly, I was lost in another climax.

After

I came, the reality of what I was caught up in hit me: I was allowing a

young man that I had no interest in to penetrate me with his cock as if

I were a fuck toy for anyone. I looked at Ken, shocked. What have I

done?

Before

I could even think about it, I was again caught up in Don's cock

thrusting into me, hard, and I was lost in another climax. Don's hands

were squeezing and fondling my breasts. I loved the sensation of his

young hands pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. I climaxed

again, my legs shaking now.

"That's it, slut! Cum for me!" Don said. "My cock is in you! My cock in your tight married cunt!"

"Ugh, Ugh, Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my married cunt!" I replied.

Don cried out, "Take my cock! I'll fuck that married cunt good!"

As

Don's cock penetrated my hot slimy entrance over and over, I exclaimed,

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me with that hard cock. Fuck me, baby! I love

your big cock. Oh, fill me up." I knew Leo heard me, but I was also

saying it right into Ken's ear.

I

felt Don push in deep. I felt that welcome heat and fullness in my

cunt, making me involuntarily moan out loud, and I started fucking him

back even as he was deeply inside me; the hot remains of Leo's semen

dribbling out of my cunt and down my legs only made it easier.

Don

commented to Ken, between thrusts: "My cock's in your wife, man! Deep

inside her cunt! I'm fucking your wife's tight cunt!" Unlike Leo, who

seemed to enjoy humiliating me, Don seemed to go after Ken mercilessly.

Later, I wondered if Don was flexing on Leo, fighting for his woman,

taking the dominant role.

Still

kissing Ken, licking his face, and sucking his tongue into my mouth, I

reached down and felt his hard cock and started tugging on it even as

Don was pounding my cunt!

"Don's cock is fucking me, Ken! He's fucking my cunt!" I exclaimed.

Don continued, "Kiss your husband, slut! Kiss him while I fuck your cunt!"

I

kissed Ken, telling him, "Don's cock is so deep in me, fucking me so

good!" I said it loud enough for Leo to hear, somehow wanting to shame

him for so easily giving me to another man. I'm not sure if he cared,

but it felt empowering to me.

Out

of nowhere, Don slapped my bottom. "That's it, cum for me, you fucking

slut!" he yelled. "Show your husband how you cum on my cock!"

Oh,

my god, that felt amazing! I discovered that I loved the sharpness of

that harsh sting so close to my vulnerable cunt. "Yes, slap my ass.

Spank me while you fuck me!" I begged, surprising myself. Don eagerly

did, the flat of his hand punctuating each thrust of his cock. I started

coming hard, screaming, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Spank me!" like a true

slut.

Don

started to grunt with every deep thrust, chanting, "I'm going to come!

Shoot my cum deep into your wife's cunt! Take my cum! Take it! Ugh, Ugh,

Ugh!"

Don

ejaculated, each hot thrust lifting my legs off the ground and

threatening to push me over. It was Ken's strength that kept me from

falling. I could feel Don's hot semen filling me, pumping deep into my

body.

Don

finished quickly, but not before giving me a few more sharp slaps on my

ass. I felt them vibrate in my cunt, like electric shocks, but I needed

more. Don finished ejaculating and pulled out, leaving me feeling

hollow, panting, and sweaty, but unsatisfied. Then he looked at Ken.

"Well, she's your wife. You can fuck that cunt now!" Don moved back and smirked, almost daring Ken to fuck me.

I

had no idea what Ken would do. I'd just been fucked by two young men

again while he watched. I'd done each of them in front of him. My first

time at the campfire was at least a little distant from our bed, our

safe space. But this time? Inside our tent, on our bed. I let them do

this to us. Ken looked over at me, his expression unreadable. I could

see his cock was hard. I think he resented being ordered around by that

cocky young fool, so I kissed him to divert his attention.

"Come here," I mumbled. "Come fuck your wife's slutty cunt. Come fuck me."

Surprisingly,

Ken nodded, then climbed on top of me and stuck his cock at the

entrance to my cunt. I'd already been fucked twice this morning. Ken's

cock would slip in easily. I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, fuck your

wife! Please fuck me." I don't know why, but I needed him to, and it

wasn't just sexual. I needed him to accept me back.

My

husband, not a stranger this time, pushed his cock into me. I was so

wet it slid right in, all the way in. As soon as I felt his hips and

balls against me, I came. Hard. He started pumping fast, urgently, and I

felt another climax hit me. Ken was wild! He stuck his tongue in my

mouth and my ears. He roughly played with my tits, squeezed my ass, and

gently scratched his nails up my legs and across my back. So many new

sensations! I came again. It didn't take long before he did too.

Grunting and scowling as he pumped me full. As we finished each other

off, I fell into him. I lay there in Ken's arms, sweaty and panting. I

was thinking that this was the most intense sexual encounter between my

husband and me that I could remember, as if giving my cunt to Leo and

submitting to his sexual demands somehow made time with my husband

more... intense. I kissed Ken, for the first time since before we were

married, as a lover, not a housewife. Ken looked surprised but then

kissed me back. We held each other for a while, just basking in the

afterglow, not like our usual 'roll over and go-to-sleep." This was

nice, and I savored the feeling, snuggling up to Ken and quickly dozing

off.

Later that morning, I heard Leo's voice, very close by. Then other voices approached.

"Come

here, my little slut!" Leo commanded. I got up out of the tent and

walked over to him, nude, semen from our earlier tryst still dripping

out of my used cunt. Deb was there, and a park ranger was with her. He

carried a basket and stood next to Deb. Here I was, naked, covered with

both fresh and dried semen, and it was still dripping down my legs. I

was confused, but I didn't try to hide or cover up, feeling brazen and

proud of my newfound sexual freedom.

"Come

over here and kneel down," Leo ordered. I obeyed, glancing over at Ken

just emerging from the tent, pulling on his clothes. I kneeled where Leo

indicated, in front of the Ranger. He was young and fit, but his eyes

were fixed on my body, with a creepy grin on his face. Deb came over and

kneeled next to me, taking my arm. Reflexively, I looked straight ahead

and noticed the ranger had a bulge in his crotch, right at eye level.

What was going on?

Leo said, "Alright, slut, take it out!" I was unsure, but I reached for his belt buckle, and then Deb stopped me.

"Ask

him first," Deb instructed me, an odd tone in her voice, like a school

teacher correcting a student. Suddenly, I understood. Leo was punishing

me for fucking Don earlier. He needed to humble me further and make

himself my alpha again.

I looked up and demurely asked, "May I take your cock out, Ranger?"

The

ranger chuckled, then nodded. I loosened his pants and tugged them

down. His cock sprung up, already hard. It was the size of a cigar,

barely longer than my closed fist, a glistening drop of clear fluid

dangling from the foreskin. I looked up at Leo; evidently, he intended

to subjugate me completely.

The ranger demanded impatiently, "Don't just stare at it! Suck my cock!"

I

was hesitant; I certainly knew what oral sex was, but that was

relegated to trashy girls, not upstanding married housewives like me. I

mean, if Leo had asked me to, you know, on him, I would have. This

wasn't Leo; who I was infatuated with; or even one of his young friends,

who I found roguishly attractive. This was a stranger, literally. Leo

was asking me to perform an intimate act, in many ways more intimate

than vaginal sex. And neither Leo nor Ken would be my first. Instead,

that honor was squandered on a random stranger. My head was spinning,

and I felt my hands trembling.

Deb

directed me, "Show Leo that his girl is eager to obey. Kiss it." I

leaned forward and kissed it. It smelled musky, the skin was silky, and

it tasted slightly salty.

"Don't make us wait," Deb warned. I nodded.

"Take

it into your mouth," Deb prodded me. I brought my lips to the tip. I

leaned forward and let it penetrate my parted lips, wet from my tongue.

In my mouth, I felt how smooth the skin was, the heat radiating from it,

tasting the sweat, the clear pre-cum. I let him penetrate my lips like a

virgin cunt. I sucked, licked the shaft, and took him deeply into my

mouth. I was down on my knees. I had pulled out a stranger's cock and

started sucking on it. Despite myself, I felt my cunt tingle with

excitement.

In

my mind, however, I felt the same dread and trepidation as I had

earlier when Leo brazenly took me and invited Don, practically a

stranger, to watch. Had I gone too far? Earlier I was so irked that he

would do that, use me to show off his ownership of me, that I invited

Don to fuck me too, just to teach Leo a lesson. Now, Leo thought he was

getting me back, subjugating me even further. Would I run away? Into the

safety of Ken's arms? Break down and cry?

No, I'd show Leo. I was stronger than that.

I

sucked the ranger's cock. I didn't even know his name. Ken watched as

his wife sucked her first cock, another man's cock, that of a random

stranger, just to please Leo, while secretly my cunt was on fire.

Deb

encouraged me: "Take him deep, as deep as you can. Leo promised him a

good blow job." Hearing her tell me what Leo wanted was more humiliating

than the sexual act itself. Leo didn't bother to ask me or demand of

me; he used a surrogate to do that.

I

saw out of the corner of my eye that Mike had arrived; he stopped when

he saw what was happening. I heard Don's voice too, evidently, Leo told

everyone there was going to be a show.

"Oh,

poor sweet Mike," I thought. Mike and Ken had been friends, and it

somehow felt wrong to include him, like somehow I was taking everything

away from Ken: first his wife, and now the one friend he'd made. Again, I

had a sinking feeling: was I sacrificing everything for sexual

liberation? Or was I on a path of self-destruction, egged on by my lust?

Leo must have known this. He went from seducing me to subjugating me, and now he seemed to be trying to break me.

OK,

fine, I'll give them a show. I doubled my efforts, moaning and

slobbering on this stranger's cock, just to make Leo understand he

hadn't destroyed me yet.

Leo

must have sensed this, observing my enthusiasm for this new challenge,

and decided to up the ante. I saw him drop his pants, his hard cock

swinging free. "Come on guys! Get ready! We're all next!" he shouted.

Was he serious?

Don

dropped his pants, eagerly, boldly releasing his hard cock. Out of the

corner of my eye, I caught Mike looking over at Ken as if to ask if this

was OK, then slowly lowering his pants as well. Mike was sweet,

seemingly the most innocent of the men here, but he was still a man,

watching the most erotic display he'd ever seen: the wife of his father

figure brazenly sucking another man's cock, naked in every sense, in the

open, no less.

I'd started to suck this stranger's cock to please Leo. Now, I'm doing it to spite him.

Don

and Mike stood nearby, pants down, both idly stroking their cocks while

they watched me on my knees, trying to orally satisfy this stranger. I

saw them out of the corners of my eyes, stroking and mesmerized with

carnal lust. Ken never stroked his cock, so I had never seen a man

pleasure himself, while watching me nonetheless! The sight was so erotic

that it distracted me from the humiliation of being so utterly humbled.

Don's cock was rock hard as he stroked it, throbbing; suddenly he

tossed his head back and climaxed; his cock started erupting hot, sticky

semen all over my arm and breast. He grunted, shaking the last drops

off the end of his cock, grinning and slapping Mike on the back. Mike

ejaculated soon after, shooting a dozen spurts of thick white semen into

the grass nearby. Then, looking slightly embarrassed, he pulled up his

pants and hurried away, Don following close behind.

Then

the ranger grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth roughly, his

saliva-dripping cock sliding in and out, until grunting, he squirted. It

hit the back of my tongue, acrid and smelling of chlorine. I gagged,

coughing droplets of drool and semen over his uniform. I tried to spit

it out, pulling back and moving away.

Out

of nowhere, I felt a hot stinging on the side of my face and fell

backwards. The ranger had slapped me, growling, "You got jizz on my

uniform! You clumsy whore!"

I heard Ken gasp. I heard his footsteps approaching rapidly.

Deb

quickly stepped in between the ranger and myself, declaring, "That's

enough. Go, now." The ranger snorted and pulled up his pants, walking

off and leaving behind the basket that he brought.

To be continued in part 3, based on a post by mydeepsix, for Literotica.