My husband and I went to the hills for a little escape and were staying in this luxury ‘green’ hotel – instead of rooms, there are these tent-like bamboo structures peppered on the slope of a forest hill. There was a lovely balcony that looked out into the forest, and while it seemed pretty isolated, we knew the other tents must be hidden behind the trees somewhere close by.
My husband had brought his camera along, and he spent a greater part of the evening clicking my photos. There’s nothing to do in this part of the town, so we were planning to drink and stay inside the tent. Due to some health issues, my husband doesn’t drink much, but in the darkness of the hills, the severe isolation, the good conversation, and with a camera focused on me … I drank a little too fast!
He requested … Could I, maybe, strip? He’d like to take some photos for his private collection.
The mellow lighting, a vague sense of adventure (there wasn’t any door in the tent as such, it was a flap that had a zip closure – could be opened from both inside and outside), and the alcohol had dimmed my insecurities. I stripped and lay on the bed. He stood over me, and started instructing me, gently, lovingly.
After maybe an hour of this, he slipped into bed beside me. I was very, very horny. My husband isn’t great with dirty talk, so the way he spoke with his camera trained on me was extremely sexy to me. We made love fast, without making much noise, given how thin the fabric covering the tent was, and how easy it was for people to just open the flap and walk inside. Then we had dinner and went off to sleep.
I’m pretty sure it was the middle of the night when I felt him brush his erection against my back. Oh my. My sleepy husband was *still* horny. He leaned over and cupped one of my breasts and moaned softly. He rubbed his cock on my back and I could feel his precum leaving its mark. I told him I wanted him to enter me and he froze for a second. He had no idea that I was awake.
I turned to face my pillow and he mounted me in an instant, pushing all the way inside with a groan. It had been just a few hours since the last time, but this moment felt very different. He was trying to fuck me like his life depended on it, and I wanted to be fucked like that. The sounds that our bodies made and the sounds that left our throat were loud and indiscreet. On a silent night like that I am sure it floated to the other tents, but I couldn’t stop and neither could he. He bit me, he pounded into me, he pinched my nipples, he rubbed my clit, he moaned (very unlike him) and he made me cum on his cock twice before he finished inside me. By the time he was done with me, my voice was hoarse, my legs felt like jelly, and everything felt sticky and wet. I felt his cock slip out of my pussy and his second load of cum started oozing out, but I was too sleepy and exhausted and happy to move. Before I could tidy up, we fell asleep.
The next morning as we sat down in the common breakfast area, I felt mortified by the thought that others MUST have heard us. But nobody indicated anything. By the time we headed back to the tent again, the kinky monster in him reared its head: ‘Want to test out the balcony tonight?’
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qsic6o/husband_makes_me_scream_in_a_semiprivate_tent_mf
What “hills” did you go to?! I need to go there!