Hey guys! I wanted to thank you all for the overwhelmingly positive response to my first story that I posted last week! I am apparently the least sneaky person on the planet, because after leaving my email logged into our desktop computer, my husband Jake actually found out about this account. After he was done teasing me (during which I about died of embarrassment), he suggested that I write up one of our more noteworthy adventures for you guys ;)
It was summer, and Jake and I had gone with his family to go white water rafting at a campground a few hours from home. There were a dozen of us altogether. We had gotten a huge campsite and pitched four tents across it, with plenty of room for a campfire in the middle. This campground was sweet. There was a dock that was good for swimming and had a setup for bungee jumping. To the far end was the dining hall, which also had a bar and dance floor area that hosted parties every evening. Drinking was highly encouraged. After sundown, the campground put together a giant bonfire down by the beach to discourage drunk people from having their own massive bonfires too close to the tents.
We were there for a 3 day weekend and were having a blast. After rafting in the morning, we came back to our campsite at about 4 in the afternoon and started in on the drinking. Jake was sipping red wine out of a red solo cup trying to look dignified, while I did tequila shots with his cousins. Being the middle of July, I was wearing a faded pair of dark blue jean shorts, a simple yellow t-shirt, and my favourite black converse. I had my longish, light brown hair braided back into a french braid since we were camping and no one looks done up when they’re camping. Jake was wearing a T-shirt, cargo shorts, and his “camping loafers.” For some reason he owned exactly two pairs of shoes: the black loafers he wore to work each day, and a pair of vibrams. The loafers were the lesser of two evils here, and as such we still tease him about his camping loafers to this day.
Despite his shoddy fashion sense, Jake is incredibly cute. He has dark brown hair and blue-grey eyes. He stands at about 5’11, with broad shoulders and pale skin. Jake never wears a beard because he can’t really grow one – he ends up looking like his own evil twin. He keeps himself clean shaven and looks very handsome when he’s not wearing his vibrams.
After dinner and drinks, the younger generation decided to stick around the bar to have a few drinks before the dancing started. The older crowd included Jake’s dad, aunt and uncle. Subsections of the family were all sharing tents together. Jake and I were with his brother and dad, with the other cousins staying with their parents. Privacy was at a premium but Jake and I were young and newly in love, so we were pretty keen on getting some alone time together sometime that weekend.
The music started around 7:30, and the bartender was keeping busy. Jake and I danced with his family as we proceeded to drink and have a good time. Jake’s sister started eyeing up our rafting instructor and the more exeuberant cousins started a dance-off in the middle of the floor. The older crowd announced that they had had enough and were going down to the bonfire with the guitar. This is when we decided to slip away.
Jake and I stumbled back to the tents, giggling and making out the whole time. Now, I’m not going to pretend we were being especially discreet. The sun sets late in the summer, so it was still daylight when we ditched the family. Each campsite was about 25 feet across with a meagre smattering of trees between them. We could see and hear our neighbours playing beer pong, washer toss, singing, and generally having a great time.
Jake unzipped our tent while holding my hand and ushered me inside. We had a “six person tent” that held 4 single mattresses in it. I flopped myself down onto “my” mattress and looked at Jake seductively. That was all the invitation he needed as he flopped down next to me and bagan kissing me passionately. I love being kissed when I’m tipsy. My lips tingle and I literally can’t get enough of the feeling of my lips being caressed. I was kissing him hungrily, my tongue meeting his as I sank back into the mattress and relaxed.
Jake was running his hands over my thighs, which were already fully exposed to him by virtue of my short shorts. Jake can be a tease when he wants to, but he knew we were working with limited time here. Jake yanked my shorts down and pushed my shirt up, and started by kissing my stomach. He lowered himself lower to kiss the tops of my hips, the top of my pubic region, and the sides of my thighs. I lifted myself up enough to remove my shirt, leaving my bra on, before reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head.
Suddenly, Jake’s tongue was on my clit, sliding down all the way to the bottom of my labia and back up. He did this over and over again, never lingering too long on my clit, and very occasionally flicking his tongue out so that it penetrated my lips into my pussy itself. He had his hands on my hips so I couldn’t squirm too much, but his efforts were futile. The alcohol had left me already feeling horny and now that Jake was going down on me I was getting really impatient. I brought one of my feet up to hook my big toe into his waistband and started pulling downwards. It wasn’t terribly effective, but it got the message across.
Jake undid his belt and pulled down his shorts and boxers, tossing them to the side. I love Jake’s cock. It is literally the perfect size – six and a half inches with a good girth. My friends call me “the straightest girl ever” because I LOVE dicks. I love the way they look, I love the way they feel, I just love everything about them. Sadly, I wouldn’t get to explore his dick that day since Jake was as impatient as I was. Already rock hard and leaking precum, Jake leaned forward on top of me and brought his fingers down to my soaking wet pussy. He spread my lips and thrust himself forward inside of me.
I loved the feeling of Jake’s cock in me. We had never bothered with condoms and I loved it – the feel of his skin on mine is something I can’t even begin to describe. He began thrusting in and out of me while I guided his hips with my hands. Even though it was still daylight, it was cooler inside the tent – the sun would be setting soon. I could feel the sweat beading up along Jake’s back as he pounded into me, trying to be as quiet as possible. We could hear the sounds of the beer pong game going on a couple of campsites down. It sounded like at least a dozen people whooping and cheering. As Jake kept fucking me, I thought of what would happen if they knew we were in the tent only a few feet away, and suddenly the excitement got to me and I was coming, trying my hardest not to make any noise but still gasping for air as the waves of pleasure rolled through me.
Jake must have been somewhat drunk, or maybe close to an orgasm of his own, because he didn’t slow down or stop while I recovered. He kept thrusting into me as if nothing had happened, like he was bound by some sort of spell and was going to keep fucking me no matter what. The sounds of the beer pong game and people walking around became even louder n the background. Getting caught seemed like it was going to be even more of a possibility. Jake slowed down his thrusting so that the tent wouldn’t move so much. He was slipping in and out of me with slow, long strokes as he stared into my eyes. My whole body tensed up and suddenly, I was coming again, my whole body spasming against my will. Jake grinned down at me, two orgasms wasn’t unheard of for me, but it was uncommon. He opened his mouth to say something, probably to tease me relentlessly, but froze his entire body as we both heard voices we recognized getting louder and louder.
“Where’d you put those extra beers, love?” asked Jake’s sister as several sets of footsteps traipsed through the campsite. Jake and I looked at each other in horror. Jake’s sister and her two best friends had returned to the campsite, from the sound of it they looking for beers so they could go join the ever-growing beer pong game nearby. Jake’s family loved each other very much, but his family would never let us live it down and tease us until the end of time if we were found to be fucking in his dad’s tent.
I held my finger to my lips and slowly rolled Jake off of me while reaching for my shirt. Jake got the message and slowly shifted around to get his clothes as well. We painstakingly got dressed, hoping that we wouldn’t rustle the sleeping bags, mattresses, or tent enough for them to notice us in there. His sister and her friends were taking an agonizingly long time going through their tent, the coolers, and the cars to find everything they needed.
As we lay on the mattresses watching each other in silence, I couldn’t help myself. I was drunk and had been interrupted mid-coitus. I slipped my hand underneath my waistband and started rubbing my clit. Jake stared at me with huge eyes – he still hadn’t come yet. Within a minute, I was coming a third time. Ladies, you know the type of orgasm where it feels like the whole orgasm hasn’t finished, but you get bumped back down to the amount of pleasure you had just before the orgasm? I had one of those. While listening to Jake’s sister – *seriously how had they not fucking gotten their shit together by this point* – go on about something or other, I crossed the threshold again and came a fourth time, writhing silently as Jake watched, astounded.
I was done. I was finally sated. My clit was starting to get sore, I couldn’t possibly abuse it any more tonight. I settled down and smiled lazily at Jake. He was chuckling to himself silently while rubbing his erection through his shorts.
“We need a flashlight!” Jake’s sister complained. “It’s going to be dark soon. I can’t find ours! Check the other tents, we’ll borrow one and give it back later.”
Dusk was only just starting to creep in. I had more than enough light to look wildly around the tent before anyone reached us. I slowly sat up cross legged and was ready for when one of Jake’s sister’s friends opened the tent flap.
He did a double take as he looked at us, but I smiled wickedly at him with a finger to my lips. “We’re not here,” I whispered while handing him the flashlight. I was playing coy but my heart was beating about a thousand beats per minute, praying that he wouldn’t spill the beans. Jake was lying next to me, frozen like a deer in headlights.
The friend broke into a grin and winked at me. “I found a flashlight, let’s get out of here already!” he called out while zipping up the tent flap. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the trio left the campsite. Jake and I couldn’t do anything except look at each other and break out into giggles at our close call.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8jovjx/tent_sex_in_broad_daylight_with_my_hubby_mf
Fun times!
Naught naughty fun! ♥
Fun! Did your hubby get to cum? ?