“Wine?” wondered Eric. Looking forward to that. He was pretty nervous, wine would definitely help calm them down a bit. They walked down the trail for a bit, no sign of John yet. Just a few more mushrooms and an overlook with a bench, but they didn’t stop very long to look.
They found John sitting on a log, looking at a handful of chanterelles he’d found. Looked rather pleased with himself. “Hell yeah, check these out!” he said showing them to Lynn. “Should make some of that gravy tonight babe.”
“Oh yeah, these are great!”
“That’s great for tonight,” John said, placing the mushrooms in a little paper bag, “but I’m getting a little hungry right now. About ready for a picnic?.”
“Yeah, we’re ready to open up that wine! said Lynn. She took off her flannel, “It’s warming up, think it’s time to shed a layer.”
“Only one layer?” questioned John with a chuckle, before turning and continuing down the trail. “C’mon, we’re almost there.” Lynn walked with, holding her husband’s hand, Eric trailing right behind them, anxious and excited. He listened to them chat about the superb chanterelle gravies of the past, giant spiders, and how beautiful the mountains are, while winding their way down the path and around a bend, to a clearing by a creek. A campsite, with primitive amenities, and a nice grass patch in the shade.
John set his bag down and meandered over to the creek bank, followed by an almost awestruck Eric admiring the spring-fed creek and its crystal clear waters. The two men wandered around for a few minutes before returning to the blanketed grassy patch adorned with Lynn, reclined taking a selfie. John set to unpacking the wine.
“Would you like a cameraman?” offered Eric to the brunette beauty photographing her pretty face.
“Aww,” she replied gratefully, “would you please? I’m a terrible photographer! I usually get John to work the camera for me.”
“Glad to do it!” chimed in John with gusto while digging through his backpack.
“Sure,” said Eric, taking the phone from Lynn, “show me what you got.”
Lynn pouted her lips and batted her eyelashes playfully, wriggling her body around with exaggerated poses. They all laughed together at her outlandish modeling, the phone’s artificial shutter sounds clicking madly.
John successfully uncorked the wine and brought over plastic cups. They all sat down and drinks were poured.
Eric sipped from his little cup, watching Lynn sitting between him and her husband. She smiled at him, sipping from her own, her hand casually rested on John’s leg.
“This is absolutely wonderful you guys.” Lynn said, looking back and forth at both men. “I’m so glad you wanted to invite Eric too,” turning back to John, “I like being the center of attention.”
“To Lynn,” John toasted with a small green cup, “thinking about you makes me fantasize about every moment we’ve had before, and every day, the memories just get sweeter and sweeter.”
“Aww babe!”
The two of them kissed passionately as Eric downed the last of his wine, their hands holding each other’s face sweetly. Then they looked at each other and drank.
Lynn looked back over at Eric and saw the eagerness in his eyes. “I just want to kiss both of you right now,” she said glancing at her husband. He just smiled back at her so she grabbed Eric’s face and pulled him in.
Eric’s heart raced as his lips met hers and they’re tongues twisted together in a deeply passionate kiss. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his body. It seemed to last a lifetime. Then, her face swiveled away and he saw John’s come into view. He watched as they kissed again, watched their hands begin to explore. He reached in and felt Lynn’s thigh, caressing upwards towards her hip.
“Mmmm,” moaned Lynn as she turned back to Eric, “put your hands on me.” Then she came in for another kiss.
Eric ran his palm up to her breast, she sighed and melted into him. Intertwined with lust, they both explored and fell out of reality for a few moments.
“I’m getting so hot,” said Lynn standing up. “Just gonna take this off…” she peeled her top all the way up, freeing her 32c breasts, and over her head.
“Can I help you take these off?” asked John, plucking at the waist of her jeans.
“Mm, please do,”she said, and turned to face Eric. “But first, get a picture. Topless in jeans, right?” She pouted her lips at him and jiggled her tits a little.
Eric wasted no time and snapped a few of her, topless and beautiful in the late morning shade, her husband feeling her body and kissing her hips from behind her. His erection was now fully grown and getting very uncomfortable. But, he snapped a few more as John reached around her waist, undid the button and zipper, then slowly peeled Lynn’s pants down her legs. She reached forward to hold onto him as John worked her feet free.
“Suck on them.” Lynn said to him, dangling her nipples an inch from his face. He obliged and sucked greedily. She giggled when he licked at her hard nips, then began to wiggle and slap at his nose with them.
“Why don’t you show him how good you are at sucking?” John said. “He looks a little uncomfortable, and you’ve been talking about it all week.”
Eric looked up at her, she blushed a little.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhm,” she said biting her finger shyly, “been thinking about it for longer.” Lynn kneeled down and helped pull Eric’s shirt off. Then she started groping his bulge. “Been looking forward to seeing what’s hiding down here.” Eric’s eight inch cock nearly sprang out when Lynn pulled his zipper down. She pulled his jeans off and kneeled back down between his legs, grabbing his cock with both hands.
Lynn’s mouth eagerly wrapped around his thick cock head. She cupped his balls with one hand and slowly stroked with the other. “Oh my god,” she said coming up for a breath, slobbering, “the head of your dick is so big!” And she plunged back down, taking in as much as she could before gagging.
John kneeled down and ran his hand up between Lynn’s legs, sliding up to her pussy while she sucked wildly on Eric’s solid erection.
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