Campground spying

I was camping with my husband last weekend. It was just the two of us. It had been a warm day and I decided to take a shower before bed. After showering, I was using a shortcut through the woods to on my way back to the camper when I noticed a young man standing in the bushes near the edge of the campground. Before I could say anything, he signaled me to be quiet and turn off my flashlight, almost scoldingly. I went to see what he was watching so intently. The floodlight from the bathroom was illuminating a thin green dome tent in a nearby campsite and the silhouette of the occupants inside was being cast on the side of the tent. The couple in the tent were obviously having intercourse doggy style. Our invasion of their privacy should have caused me to turn and walk away, but I was intrigued. I had never seen anything like that before. As we spied on them, I was suddenly as horny as I have ever been in my life. I am not sure if I grabbed the young man’s hand or he grabbed mine, but we were holding hands as we gazed at the pornographic scene before us.

The show didn’t last long as the occupants of the tent finished and then laid down. What happened next was so spontaneous and completely out of character for me. The stranger and I turned to each other and without saying a word, we kissed passionately. I remember thinking as we kissed that I didn’t even know his name. That realization only seemed to add to the erotism of the experience. Until that moment, I had never even considered cheating on my husband and now I was making out with a stranger. A little voice inside my head was screaming for me to turn and walk away as I knew that he was much younger than me and I hoped that he was of legal age. But a cocktail of hormones rushing through my body washed away any resistance I may have had. I felt his hands kneading my breast as we kissed, and I didn’t resist. It was as if my body was electrified, and I was transported back to my late teens when all I desired was to be taken. Unlike then, my body knew where this was headed and I willingly acquiesced. His exploration of my body was made easier since I was not wearing a bra under my shirt or panties inside my shorts and I let his fingers penetrate me without any resistance on my part. My hands, now inside his shorts soon discovered that he was as stimulated as me and I longed to have him inside me.

I briefly broke our embrace and led him a few steps further back into the woods so that we were out of the range of the bathroom light and would not be discovered as the occupants of the tent had been. This time we didn’t kiss. Instead, I lowered his gym shorts. In the dim light, I could see he was fully erect. I thought about going down on him, but that was not what my body craved at that moment and the thought of kneeling in the underbrush with the bugs in the dark scared me. I hurriedly tried to remove my shorts but had trouble getting them over my shoes. I managed to get one side removed and my shorts hung around my left ankle. I turned around. Placing my right leg on a fallen tree, I leaned over as if I was stretching for a run. He came up behind me and he fucked me from behind mimicking what we had seen in the shadows of the tent. It was so animalistic. I was giving my vagina to this total stranger without any hesitation. It was so intense, and I orgasmed quickly and easily. I believe I would have fallen if he had not been holding onto my hips so tightly.

Almost as quickly as it started, his thrusting stopped. We held that embrace almost without any motion as I felt him release. He was deep inside me, and I am not sure that I have ever been aware of feeling the pulsing of my husband ejaculating inside me like that. The whole experience was probably only two or three minutes, but it was so incredibly intense. I stood up, turned around and he pulled up his shorts. Still half bottomless, I stood there totally in shock as to what I had just done. I had just fucked a stranger and had no idea what to say. I briefly considered introducing myself. But before I could formulate a sentence, he kissed me briefly, as if to say thank you, turned and walked away.

After regaining some sense of reality, I pulled up my shorts and walked to the camper. My husband, who was still sitting in the camp chair, drinking a beer and tending the fire was completely unaware of my transgression. Part of me was absolutely mortified that I had just had my first affair so indiscriminately and probably only seventy-five feet away from my husband. I probably could have seen the light from our campfire during the act if I had looked in his direction. But there was still an intense fire still burning inside me that the encounter had only initiated. My pussy was still pulsing and the thought that what that stranger had given me was still inside me as I stood next to my husband was making my head spin in erotic fantasy. I had one orgasm but longed for another. The knowledge that I could have sex two different men within literally five minutes of each other fascinated me. I insisted that my husband come inside the camper with me immediately. He had no idea why I was so horny or so wet. I fucked him with wild abandon. He was a happy man when he went to sleep. I lay there for probably an hour just replaying the events in my mind and trying to convince myself that the experience of having the semen of two different men inside me at the same time was quite real. It barely seemed to be.

I awoke the next morning after sleeping longer than I intended. At first, I tried to convince myself that it was all a dream. The mess and stench that was on the sheets and my nightgown confessed otherwise. Reality won over and then I had a strong desire to find my secret lover. He was only the second man to have been inside me, and I longed to see him in the daylight and to know his name. I dressed quickly and walked around the campground. But no one near us seemed even close to what I remembered. He could have been inside his camper or off on a hike. If he recognized me, he gave no indication. By noon we had packed up our site and left. It was emotionally painful to depart not knowing who I had been with.

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