The bouncing light from the bonfire danced through the walls of the tent. Hippy, jam band music played in the distance as the silhouettes of spiders darted from one corner of the tent to the other…I’m so glad that they were outside! All around the tent, just a foot or two away were tired, stoned revellers…aching feet and ringing ears. The mainstage showed no signs of slowing down, but my wife and I are settling in for the night. We’ve zipped our nylon sleeping bags together to share the warmth, and to be honest, just to be a little closer. She turns over to her side, facing me. She’s part shadow, part vision. She moves closer in for a kiss, now I know she’s much more real than a vision. Using my left hand grabbing her healthy, beautiful ass, pulling her as close as possible. Our lips touch softy, light licks, playful bites, sometimes hard aggressive buildups then back to playful, gentleness. My hand traces her side, back and forth, up and down, I feel the slight heaving of her body as she breathes. My steady hand grazes her lower stomach causing her to catch her breath, she knows that my wandering hand is moving slower and closer to a place that is weeping and begging to be touched. The flames from the fire now perfectly light this scene as it unfolds this June night. My hand finds the easiest route, first feeling her closely trimmed field then, just a little further beyond her warm mound, her wet slit waited for its first touch. As my finger gently entered her, my other hand pulled her ample breast towards my watering mouth, my teeth pull at her erect nipple. She moaned. As weary, burnout ravers brush up against our tent, their mumbled conversations narrate our own explicit festival of desire, just white noise. We guard our sounds of pleasure. We try to stifle our groans and grunts. Soon her flannel sleep pants are on the tent floor and my face is warmed by her inner thighs. I look at her glistening pussy it looks as though it’s dancing seductively in the flickering light from the fire….delicious. I must taste. Like a moth to a flame I enter with pure abandon. Her taste is sweet, her thrusts towards my mouth assure me that she’s having a good time. Still the pulsating jam band on stage rages, but we dance to our own rhythm tonight. Our moans and groans are less guarded as we take each other in. Soon we switch positions, and she has now taken my swollen cock into her mouth…. licking….sucking….pulling…her beautiful face is giving me her undivided attention, her eyes telling me to just take it all in. I do. She does. I did. A drunk hippy bumps into our tent, Fuck….can they hear us? I think to myself….but really, i don’t actually care. I sit up onto my knees, guiding my lovely bride to assume the position. On her knees, her sweet ass in the air and her face buried as low as she can go into the pillows. I straddle her, my hands firmly imbedded into her hips…I look down to find my target, her hungry cunt is dripping, my cock is throbing, hippies be damned, somewhere between free love and carnal desire I pull her towards me and I into her. Her juicy goodness makes it so easy and it feels so good. I pump so hard the tent shakes a little….she buries her face into the pillows to mute her loud breathing and moans. I am not so guarded. Like a beast in this field, I grunt as I bury myself into her. I slap her ass for good measure and to leave no doubt to our potential audiences minds as to what we are doing in there. I have to taste her again, I flip her back over, kiss her deeply, work my way down to her tits, squeezing, licking, biting then keep moving down. Fuck….I love her pussy. My admiration is replaced with wild desire, so I dive in…hungry I eat. Tracing her lower lips with my tongue I find her clit….lapping it, she pulls my head closer with her leg….she’s begging without begging, she’s demanding without demanding….I am giving without hesitation. My tongue flicks and massages to her obvious pleasure. She begins to breathe heavily, grinding into my face, whimpering and sighing, faster….soon her breaths stop, I know what this means, I work a little harder….she catches her breath and releases….the sounds of her cumming make me harder….I don’t stop until she pushed me away from her sensitive, swollen clit. I sit up and take my prick into my hand. I begin to stroke it firmly as she collects herself and turns her attention to my. As I stroke my aching cock, she gets low and looks up at me with those eyes. She licks the tip of my dick while playing with her hard nipples. She licks my shaft for a little added lubrication and I pump a little harder. She licks her lips then my cock, all while touching her full chest. Her pussy still glistening, I record this vision in my mind, I now am pulling and stroking my prick furiously…..faster and faster….a feeling that I am quite familiar with builds and builds…moves towards my groin in waves.. I can’t stop it now…I push my wife onto her back and straddle her, stroking all the while, building and building….release. first a drip then shots of warm cum shoot across my wife’s bare chest. It rolls down the sides of her breasts….shimmering and shining in the filtered fire light. Finished. Satisfied. We kiss. We take care of ourselves and turn in for the night. This hippy fest wasn’t so bad after all.
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