A Camping Weekend That Took an Unexpected Turn

Last weekend, right after my kids finished school, we headed out for a little getaway at a state park not far from home. We go a few times a year, hiking, canoeing, relaxing by the fire, basically getting away from the house for a few nights.

We always rent the same cabin in the same area. It sits just off a local county road on a single-lane drive, part of a group of six cabins right at the edge of a wooded hillside, each one with a deck looking out into the trees. It's usually very quiet, even when there are neighbors.

When we pulled in Friday afternoon, two or three of the other cabins had cars outside, including the one right next to ours. Not a big deal, it's a popular time of year and we've always had neighbors.

We got settled, went out to dinner, came back for a relaxed evening, and around nine o'clock I put the kids to bed. Once they were down, my husband and I poured some drinks, stripped off, and got into the hot tub for some adult time.

As we settled in and let the jets work out the stress, we could hear the usual campfire sounds from the other cabins. Groups of people talking and laughing, nothing intrusive, the kind of ambient noise we've come to find soothing.

When we finished our drinks I slid across the tub and straddled my husband to get the next part of the evening started. I kissed his neck while letting my breasts press against his chest, holding his cock against my body with my pussy so I could feel him getting hard while his hands moved over my ass.

I rose up slowly, arching my back to bring my nipples to his mouth, running my fingers through his hair while his tongue started working and his finger began circling slowly, teasing between pushing just slightly into my pussy and pulling back to trace around my ass.

I lifted up to free his cock, and as I did I caught movement near the neighboring cabin. A younger-looking guy was standing right there by their lower deck, watching. When he saw me notice him he stepped back quickly onto their deck and disappeared from view.

I lowered myself back onto my husband and rode him until he came. We got out, dried off, and went to bed.

I sleep very lightly in unfamiliar places. My husband, on the other hand, could sleep through a truck driving through the wall. It was barely eleven and I could hear the sounds from next door getting a little livelier.

I got up, pulled on my robe instead of hunting for pajamas, poured another glass of wine, and went out onto the deck. When I did, I could see the neighboring cabin had a group of four guys, mid-twenties or so. There was a pyramid of empty beer cans and they were talking, laughing, having the kind of night young guys have when they're drinking.

I stood there sipping my wine, looking out at the dark trees, amused by the conversation drifting over from their fire, when the voices dropped to whispers. I couldn't make out what was being said until one of them said loudly: "No way, you did NOT see her tits!"

At that point I knew they'd seen me and the guy I'd spotted earlier had been filling his friends in. I won't lie, it felt pretty good.

So I gathered my nerve and walked down off the deck toward them. When I got close enough I looked at the group and said: "So it was one of you I saw watching me and my husband earlier. Which one?"

A guy in just athletic shorts, no shirt, raised his hand sheepishly. "Sorry, that was me. I went over there to take a leak and saw what you were doing and... I should have left but..." and he glanced down at my chest while his voice trailed off.

I said: "It's fine, honestly. If I'd come across something like that I'd probably have been caught staring too." That seemed to break the tension. They asked what I was doing up and I explained my sleep situation and that my husband was out cold, so I was enjoying the night air. They offered me a drink and said I was welcome to join them if I wanted. I thought, why not.

They handed me a beer and I had to work through the first few sips. I enjoy beer but since college my taste has moved considerably past the cheapest light I could find. Theirs had not.

Before I knew it I'd had three beers and was fairly buzzed, fully in the middle of their conversation. It was genuinely fun. When a lull hit, one of the guys asked: "Okay, so did Vance ACTUALLY see your tits?" I felt a little caught out but answered: "Well, if he says he did, I'm sure he did. They were definitely on display and pointed right at him." "God, lucky bastard," the guy said, punching Vance in the shoulder. They scuffled a bit.

When they settled down I looked over at Vance and, in the spirit of the moment, said: "You know, I should make you show me yours to even the score." I was mostly joking, but he stood up, dropped his shorts right there, and let his soft cock hang out a few feet away from me. It was pretty impressive, probably hanging around six inches soft, good girth, trimmed neat above it.

I was aware I'd been staring a beat too long and said: "Well, I wasn't expecting that, but I guess we're even now," and took a long sip of beer.

I'd been sitting alone on a folding double chair until Vance pulled his shorts back up and sat down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I was feeling the drinks enough that the attention didn't bother me. On top of that, the sex with my husband earlier had left me unsatisfied, and I'd just gotten a good look at this twenty-something's very nice cock, so I was a little worked up.

When his hand slipped a bit lower onto my chest I reached out and caught it. He apologized quickly and tried to pull it back. I held it in place, told him not to apologize, and guided his hand under my robe. His hand found my bare breast and started playing with my nipple. That went on for a few minutes until one of his friends noticed and said: "Hey, what's happening over there?"

Without hesitating, Vance reached over with his other hand and opened that side of my robe, letting them see his hand covering my breast. The other guys were staring. The combination of the alcohol, the leftover frustration from earlier, and the feeling of their eyes on me just took over. I looked down at what he was doing, saw the guys watching, and slowly untied my robe and pulled it open, letting them see the rest.

Vance's hand moved back and forth between my breasts while the others shifted in their seats, clearly enjoying the view. I leaned over and slipped my hand into his shorts, feeling his cock now hard, wrapping my hand around the base of it. I reached with my other hand and pulled his shorts down, exposing him again, and started stroking him.

Then I leaned back and started rubbing my clit slowly. Everyone went quiet, like if anyone made a sound it would all stop. I was having far too much fun for that.

Vance stepped out of his shorts and boxers, got up, and positioned himself between my legs. He paused with the tip at my entrance, like he was giving me the chance to stop things. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shifted into position to take him in.

He didn't waste any time. He pushed inside and started fucking me as hard as he could without tipping the chair over. I made sure to keep an eye on the other guys. Every single one of them was watching, cock in hand.

I knew Vance wasn't going to last long. I was soaked from everything that had been building, plus I'd already taken my husband's load earlier. I reached down and touched my clit while Vance moved in and out. My orgasm hit first and that pushed him over the edge, finishing deep inside me.

Just as we both came down, I felt a warm rush hit my chest. One of the other guys had come closer and finished on my breasts. Encouraged by his friend, the next one stepped up and did the same, then the last. Vance stood up and apparently seeing me covered set him off again, because he started stroking immediately and added to the rest of them.

Covered, I lay there a minute while the guys looked on. I took the opportunity to come one more time. I ran a finger through what they'd left and used it for extra slickness, found my clit again, and took one of the guys into my mouth while I fingered myself to a genuinely incredible orgasm.

I pulled away and asked if anyone had paper towels or something, because I couldn't go back to my husband like this. They handed me a towel and I cleaned up as well as I could, put my robe back on, and slipped back into bed.

My husband rolled over and pressed against me, arm around me, hand on my breast, cock against my ass.

He apologized for finishing so fast in the hot tub and asked if I wanted to go again. I couldn't say no to my husband, so I rolled onto my back while he climbed on top. We kissed while he fucked me slowly, really tenderly. It was actually exactly what I needed. I expected to have to fake it but I was still worked up enough, he was hitting the right spots and kissing my body perfectly. I came hard.

Afterward he did mention that the hot tub must have been filled with salt water or something, because my breasts tasted a little salty.