How I [F] Got Fucked in a Canoe and Lived to Tell the Tale

Mark has already talked about my love for wild camping. It’s so amazing being out in the wild! It’s a really strange combination of peaceful and exciting and I love it! However having a little kid limits exactly how much you can do. When our little girl turned 3 (and we started thinking about having baby#2) I suddenly panicked about my next opportunity to get out in the wild for a nice long period of time. I knew I needed to do one more big trip before we started trying again. And I wanted to do something even bigger than before! I wanted to do a river trail, hiring a canoe and rowing down the river for several days, camping alongside it each night. Adventure!

So I went to work convincing the people I needed to. My mom was obviously more than happy to look after her granddaughter for a week. She was so excited! Our daughter was at first put off by the idea of being away from us for a week but it’s easy to trick a 3 year old. It wasn’t that mommy and daddy was going on vacation. It was her going on vacation! She was going on vacation to grandma and she had to pack her bags and get ready. And then she was excited by the idea.

Which left Mark. Mark has made plain his distaste for wild camping in his story before. But I knew how to get him. When I said I wanted to spend a week camping along a river he looked at me like I was mad. I told him I would make him cum twice a day every day for that trip. He went silent. And then he said: three times.

And we had a deal.

That week was so amazing! The scenery was breathtaking! Spending that much time on the river made you feel like you were living in the past! I loved it! But you haven’t come here to read about me talking about the greatness of camping. You came for the sex. And so did Mark. He made sure that there wasn’t one day where I didn’t live up to my side of the deal. If you’re good at math you’ll know that a 6 day trip, times 3 orgasms, means 18 times that Mark got his relief. Some highlights:

* I gave him very clear permission to wake me up how he saw fit. Most mornings then involved me waking up in one of two ways: Mark’s fingers between my thighs, getting me ready for his cock. Or Mark’s cock pushing into my mouth. The taste of him on my tongue my first experience of the day. On the fourth day he succeeded at something he had already wanted to do. He got me wet enough without waking me up that I ended up opening my eyes feeling very aroused, and very full, as Mark’s cock was already inside my pussy. Apparently it had been only seconds but both of us were very turned on by it and he took me like that, laying on top of me as we moaned into our sleeping bag hoping no one was camped nearby.

* On the third day after we had eaten dinner and cleared away our equipment Mark told me he had brought lube. Of course he did. As much as I tried to roll my eyes. To act exasperated. A long suffering wife. It didn’t take me long to adopt the position: naked, on my hands and knees. We were camped right by the river, our canoe tied up by the tree. It was still light although fading. If anyone else floated by they’d see us. It got me so wet! Mark took his time in using his fingers to prep me but eventually with the sunset happening, nature all around us, me looking out to the river, Mark slid his cock inside my butt. I don’t want to lie. Normal sex always feels better than anal. But there is something exciting about the taboo. About the sense of fullness. About the tingling pleasure coupled with my fingers at my clit. And the idea that someone might see us, might see me with a cock in my butt, only made me more excited. For once I came first and that was all Mark needed to pull himself free and paint my round butt with his cum.

* The river we were traveling down was just wonderful. I was quite happy washing in it (with environmentally friendly soap!). For the first couple of days I washed in a bikini. But as we saw less and less people (most people not doing the full week route) I got more risque. On the fifth morning I got out of the tent, took off my long tee I was using to sleep in and just walked into the river. I felt so alive! Naked in the water! I felt even more alive a moment later as a kayak drifted by. It was a one-seater. A man (I didn’t have my glasses on so I could see nothing of him really!). I didn’t see him at first but then he wolf whistled. I went red as a tomato! I have no idea how much of a view he saw. Mark came out to investigate and saw me there, covering my wet naked body with my hands. He laughed. Called me a little exhibitionist. I asked him to bring me a towel. He said no. He said I should put on a little show. So the kayak man watched me finish my bathing. My shyness turned to boldness. At one I faced away from him and bent right over presenting my naked backside. I got soaked and it had nothing to do with the river. Once he was out of sight Mark had me braced up against a tree, fucking me hard from behind until we both shuddered with release.

But the real story is the canoe. We spent a lot of time on the river and I only had so many hours to make Mark cum 3 times. So most days (if the river was empty!) there would come a time where I would let Mark use the paddle while I very very very carefully moved to in front of his bench and kneeled there. I would pull his hard cock out of his shorts or pants and then lean down to suck him as lewdly as I could, slurping all over him. I got a rush at what it must have looked like to anyone else. Me on my knees in the canoe, my red hair all fanned over his lap as I bobbed my mouth up and down his cock. So naughty! He would always stop paddling at some point letting the river do the work as he groaned, holding my head steady as he came, filling my mouth with his cum. A protein snack he’d say as I swallowed. Dick!

On our final full day we’re working our way down the river. I’m feeling a good burn from the paddling. I’m at peace with the world. And then a voice from behind me says he needs me! I laugh and asks if my blowjobs are that good. And Mark says no, I need you. He wants to fuck me. In the canoe. I ask him if he’s lost his mind! What if we fall in! All our stuff is in the boat! He doesn’t care. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have worn my tight shorts. My ass has been in front of him all day.

So what happens next is one of the most scary moments of my life followed by one of the most exhilarating. I tell Mark not to move yet. Instead I slowly move back from my bench, kneeling again on the floor of the canoe but now facing away from Mark. I bend over the bench, using it to support my upper body. And then I reach behind and wiggle out of my shorts presenting my big round butt for Mark’s eyes. Then it’s Mark’s turn. He moves to get behind me. The canoe rocks. I almost scream. I’m going to drown with my shorts around my knees. But he manages to get behind me and it doesn’t take much teasing with his finger to get me wet enough.

The next few minutes are incredible! We’re fucking on a river where anyone might see us! His hips slap against my butt. His cock pushes deep inside my pussy. I’m so turned on and hungry for him. The canoe rocks with our thrusts, but we never go too fast that it threatens to tip over. We just drift down the river as Mark fucks me from behind. His hands are all over my hips and butt. My hands are clenching tightly to the bench in front of me, begging not to fall out. I can’t even bring myself to touch my clit. I just moan softly always right on the edge of nirvana but never quite able to reach it as Mark grunts and fill me with his cum. Only then, once he’s sorted himself back out and is back on his bench, the canoe steady again, do I finger myself. I cum in seconds. Right there in front of my husband and the great scenery.

On the drive home, Mark agrees it was worth the trip!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o7h4k5/how_i_f_got_fucked_in_a_canoe_and_lived_to_tell