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The Hike, a Cuckoldress is Born

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My wife Barb is a very attractive woman, fit and tight in all the right places. She always gets a second glace by the guys in the mall when we’re out shopping. We’ve been married going on 37 years and I was as crazy about her as ever. Unfortunately, my body isn’t always cooperating with the passions in my heart. An old man’s back and too much padding was slowing me down as a lover. Barb on the other hand, could still make love all night. Sometimes that just caused frustration for both of us, but I was good with my tongue and fingers so we were making it work.

We were on an early spring backpacking trip to our favorite lake in Colorado. The hike in was about 6 miles of steady up and down but the reward was worth it; a beautiful lake with great fishing and tons of peace and quiet. We seldom had more than two other camp sites up and it wasn’t rare to have none. We were delighted that this time only one other tent was pitched along the lake shore.

When we got there we sat up camp and took a walk. The air was marvelous and the flowers were just coming out of the bud stage. Color was everywhere. We walked about half way around the lake when we heard a splash and turned back toward the camp area and saw the wake of our camp neighbor as he dove into the crisp water. It was evidently colder than anticipated as he yelped loudly and swam back to shore like a man on a mission. As he reached shallow ground it became clear that he was totally nude. His butt hadn’t seen much sun so it stood out in contrast to his otherwise bronzed body. I had to admire his form but my reaction was nothing like my sweet wife’s.

Barb’s eyes were fixed on the shivering Adonis. She followed him licking her lips as he jogged to his tent to grab a towel. I was chattering something about his needing to think more about his bath timing but I might as well have been talking to the trees. Barb didn’t hear a word. Instead, she just softly but determinedly said, “We better head back to camp.” So we did.

She lead the way and left me huffing from the pace she set. We arrived just as the bronze god emerged from his tent with button shirt and shorts. She seemed slightly annoyed at the presence of his body in clothes. “Hi there, neighbor, enjoy your swim?” she offered.

He was startled but smiled as he realized we had seen the whole incident. His name was Brad and he was 43 and teaching biology at a junior college near the Springs. He was divorced with 2 kids and said he backpacked just about every weekend he could. He and Barb struck up and agreement to join our evening cooking chores and soon we were all three gathered around the fire, stirring pots and watching the sky grow darker. The conversation continued through the meal but slowed as we finished. The fire slowed as well.

Barb and Brad we’re pretty obvious about the flirting. To facilitate the cooking, they had sat right next to each other on our camp chairs. The fire was getting really slow before we noticed we had expended our stack of wood. Barb offered to clean up with Brad if I would fetch a fresh supply of wood. It didn’t seem like a great offer to me but her look and tone made it clear that she wasn’t really “suggesting” that I go. So off I went.

It took a while to gather a nice selection of short limbs and branches the right side to fuel our hearth for the rest of the evening. Heading back what caught my attention first wasn’t what I heard rather what I didn’t hear. Voices, the quiet of the night was surprisingly undisturbed. As I came closer I saw only one shadow hear the fire… One shadow but two bodies. Brads arms were around Barb and they were in a passionate kiss. Shocked, I stumbled and almost dropped the whole gathering of fire wood. The crash separated the two and she stood and worked her way toward me. Helping me gather the wood she didn’t say a word about the embrace they had be caught in.

We all three scurried around a bit, gathered up the wood and re-stoking the fire. I wasn’t sure if I had be hallucinating or if what I had seen was real. Barb and I weren’t strangers to sexual adventure, having had a number of threesomes in the past, one fmf and then a host of mfm encounters over the years. It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to seeing her kiss or suck or fuck another man. I was just surprised by the fact that she had the boldness to initiate it without me. It was exciting and startling at the same time. I loved the idea but it was hard to believe she had actually done it.

The fire again died back and the stars began to reveal themselves. I stood and stretched and announced it was time for bed. Brad said he was going to stroll down to the lake edge and watch the stars for a few minutes. “Barb, care to join me?” I was amazed by his directness but more taken by her response, “I’d love too.” The two of them were off in a flash, and almost as an after thought, she returned to give me a kiss and said, “I’ll be in bed soon baby.” Indeed she would be. Just not with me.

I slipped into our tent, out of my clothes and into my bag. As I lay in the quiet, I could hear their voiced in the distance. As I thought about what might be happening my cock began to swell. It tingled and I began to stroke it thinking about my sweet bride enjoying the night with another man. There were moments when there was no talking, but eventually the sounds got stronger and I knew they were headed back. I released my cock thinking she would be entering the tent at any moment when I heard the familiar sound of the long draw of the zipper of Brad’s tent door. There was shuffling followed by the return sound of the tent zipper closing.

I strained to hear something, anything. My stroking resumed but very softly as my ears strained to gather some indication of what was happening. The first thing was clearly kissing. I could hear the soft smacks of lips and a few moans which were as clear as a DNA test identifying the source as my wife. The sounds grew louder in increments, and my stroking grew harder and more intense as well. For 15 or 20 minutes the sounds continued until there was the sound of a man moaning. I could just imagine Barb’s lips wrapped around his cock. My mind went into overtime trying to imagine what his manhood looked like. Was it long? Was it thick? The answer come in the form of a long, deep female sound, not quite a moan or a gasp but something of a mixture of the two. I knew he had entered her. She grew louder until I could actually hear the slapping of their bodies together.

My cock grew harder and began to leak as their pace and intensity grew. I was 15 feet from my wife who was fucking another man passionately and I couldn’t see a thing. But I could hear. And I heard them grow louder and louder until they seemed to be laying right next to me, totally unconcerned that I was there at all. He started cumming, I could have predicted that would push Barb over the edge too. They both howled in orgasm, totally synchronized. I could only imagine that his spurting inside her pushed her to begin a convulsive orgasm. And I’m sure the patterned contractions squeezed him and elevated his experience even more. One grew louder then the other, pushing each other to an amazing end. Then silence.

20 minutes passed before I heard the zipper again. Open then it closed. Her feet softly weaving their way home to our tent sweet tent. I reached up and opened the zipper for her, no point in pretending I hadn’t hear the whole thing. She was still nude, stooping then kneeling at the door with a bundle of clothes in her hands. They were laid aside and she slipping into the giant two person quilt next to me. She curled up in my arms and sighed. It was the sound of satisfaction. Her body smelled different, not bad, but different. Like a man. A man who had just had sex. He hung on her, all over her. She whispered softly, “That was amazing!” My cock was throbbing when she reached down and grasp it. “Too tired for this little thing, talk to you in the morning baby.” I almost came in her hand instantly.

Her Version

The trail was pleasant. A little over half way I began to think over the past three-plus decades of our marriage. We were one of those couples everyone else wanted to be. We did it right, communication, connection, shared values and great sex. Well we were known as the most affectionate couple in town so the great sex was assumed. And truthfully it had been. Not vanilla either. Those same admirers would be blown away to know just how not vanilla. Threesomes were our out of box flavor. Mostly mfm, in fact only one was fmf and that was the least satisfying, particularly to me. It was blah enough to convince me that I'm truly a cock-loving girl. Rob didn't seem to miss the fmf that much. He adapted and adjusted. At first he did show jealousy but in time that subsided. His own sexual decline probably accelerated that change. Whatever the factors he had learned to enjoy sharing me. More than enjoy, he reveled in the sight and sound of his bride taken and satisfied by another man. Equally he enjoyed seeing a mans satisfaction found between my legs and in my arms. He'd even learned to enjoy sucking cock with me and would even be the designated cleanup boy.

The trail winded toward the lake and my thoughts toward what was next for cucky-boy and I. Yes, he was my cucky. My nickname for him. While the threesomes were fun there was always a tension between that step between three playing and two playing and one staying home. That had happened early in the journey once and hadn't worked out that well. The fault of his “jealous” stage in part. And although he insisted that was in the past I want so confident and so resisted.

The mountains always made us horny. Today the effect was doubly so for me. As my libido grew with each step I was aware his back was probably suffering the opposite effect. Fortunately Rob had the most amazing mouth and tongue. Partnered with those magic fingers I knew I would be okay. Still, nothing like a hard, thick cock for my kitty to chew on. Oh well, better tongue than nothing.

We reached the lake and had the camp set up by 3, plenty of time to make a quick walk-a-bout. A single other tent was set up some hundred yards from ours. It really hadn't dawned on my who our lake neighbor was until the splash. The splash changed everything. The splash of the golden, nude body of an amazing creature named Brad. Brad dove into the lake and my whole demeanor shifted. What made the change was the gorgeous, muscle-ripped body of the new attraction and the sight of his thick, veined manhood hanging down from its root like an oak limb swaying slightly in the wind. The water poured off his head, down his chest and across his flat, ripped stomach and the down his shaft and off the end like an early June mountain Spring. It looked massive but not threatening. I honestly had never seen a man so lovely.

We made our way back to camp in time to greet Brad, now clothed, emerging from his tent. He was engaging, humous and real. We shared the live for cooking and made a pact to prepare our evening meal together. Rob watched us. He may have thought I didn't notice but I surely did. His usually engaging personality was slightly regressed, as if making room for me to take a lead. And lead I did. Spurred partially by the pure raw lust for Brad and partially by the knowledge that Rob had to find the whole thing amazingly erotic.

The meal went well, I sat next to Brad and Rob stayed across the fire from us. We talked and talked, and no one really paid much attention until it was clear the fire might now keep going and our stockpile of wood was just about depleted. I offered the chore list of Rob getting firewood while Brad and I cleaned up. Rob seemed to be resistant but I gave him one of those “Looks” and he took off like a flash to gather up the needed fuel. I’m thinking, “how long have you wanted this”. I don’t think he realized what was happening. But as he disappeared down the hill Brad told me he was so glad he wasn’t alone up here. I agreed I was glad he was here too. I was arranging my camp kitchen equipment when he stepped in behind me and slipped his arms around me. He knew I wanted it. “Should be not do this, or should we wait for Rob to get back?” he asked? “No it’s fine, he won’t mind, in fact, I'm pretty sure he’ll love it.

Brad’s hands roamed my body while his lips kissed my neck and shoulders. I turned and faced him and we kissed. It was long and slow and deep. It made my body tingle, my pussy was throbbing already, warmed up from the hike up front the trailhead. We continued to kiss and I could feel his cock rising, large and full by the feel of it. Just then Rob came into the glow of the campfire and I was the shocked and amazed look on his face. For years he’d wanted me to leave the safety of our threesomes and venture out on my own. Well now was the time, ready or not.

Rob’s arrival interrupted the kiss but as soon as he announced he was going to bed Brad invited me to take a walk to see the stars which of course I agreed too. Rob was tucking in as we walked a short distance from the fire. We kissed several times. Brad held me and felt my body up and down. He kneaded my breasts and even slipped his hand between my legs some. I felt his manhood through his pants. It felt amazing. Rob was a nice thick six inches but by the feel of things Brad had a good solid two inches on him. It was going to by my two inches to have soon.

We walked back to camp and Rob was no where to be seen, of course we assumed he was tucked away. Brad took my hand and led me right to his tent, there was no pretense of anything but that happening. We zipped and unzipped the door fly and deposited ourselves inside. That was the first time I thought about what Rob might be hearing and what would be going through his mind. Inside we kissed and undressed. His lips on my nipples felt so amazing. We kissed more and I began dating the decent to his waiting cock. Inside my mouth I massaged it and sucked it and received a steady flow of his pre-cum.

I had to have him inside my pussy, he slid in easily but it definitely stretched my housewife pussy to the max. It had been years since I’d had a cock as long and thing and so perfectly proportioned. We made love, kissing, holding and fucking. It wasn’t long before I could feel he was about to erupt, so was I. We came together, each one pushing the other further into bliss. His cum exploded in me, I could feel it’s wariness everywhere. I came so hard my eyes were filled with tears. We laid motionless for several minutes. He was sleeping as I slipped out of the tent, gathering my clothes before I zip the door closed.

Five steps away was my husband, waiting after he heard his wife fuck a practical stranger like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t see him but I knew instantly that he was excited, I could hear it in his breathing. Laying next to him I had to tell him that it was an amazing time. I reached down and grasp his cock. Then I told him, “Too tired for this little thing, talk to you in the morning baby.” His cock convulsed and shot out a nice little load of something warm and gooey. He continue to spasm as I drifted off to sleep. I was so totally satisfied.

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