My wife and I took a week off work to spend some time together. Our home state of Michigan had warmed up as summer approached, and we were tired of being confined indoors. We were going to take a roadtrip and camp, two of our favorite things. Not for everyone, maybe. But we were dying to go.
We set up camp on the northern shore of Lake Michigan on the first night. The waves lapped against the beach, lulling us to sleep as we snuggled close together in our little tent. The dawn came, and sunlight glistened over our bodies as we awoke. We had sleepily kicked off the blankets; things were heating up quickly. I looked over at her nude body, tan in the dawn glow. Her small, tight breasts and pink tits brought a smile to my tired face. My eyes traveled down from her collarbone to her taut stomach. She was so sexy. I knew how lucky I was.
My cock stiffened as I admired her, and I began to stroke slowly. The motion made her stir, and I paused before reaching over and running my hand along her side. She opened her eyes and smiled, and I kept stroking. As she stretched and yawned, she grabbed my full cock in her hand. Without saying a word, she deepthroated me with one effortless motion, swallowing my stiff cock all the way to my balls. I gasped in surprised pleasure as her tongue immediately went to work on my shaft. She had confided to me when we were dating that she loved giving blowjobs. And I had the consistently empty balls to prove it. Still, I had never seen her suck me so eagerly. Ten seconds after waking up, she was giving me the best blowjob I'd ever had. She was drooling and gagging without missing a beat, and the noises alone could've brought me over. Her tongue was reaching all the way to my balls, wildly caressing my shaft. I probably didn't last a full minute. I exploded in her mouth, my body writhing with pleasure, and she swallowed every last drop like the good little slut she was.
She collapsed on top of me, pleased with herself. We both drifted off for a few more minutes, in the hazy heat of the summer morning. We were covered in cum and sweat, nude in our little tent. Eventually a breeze swept through the mesh window, nudging us out of our stupor. The breeze also carried a voice. We were pretty isolated, but it wasn't too surprising that another camper would wander by. I unzipped the door's screen a bit to peek outside, and saw a man on the water's edge with his back to us. "It's just some guy," I told her. She looked over my shoulder. "He's hot," she said, smirking at me. I had confessed my hotwife fantasies to her earlier that year, and it went over surprisingly well. She was into it, even though we both insisted it would never actually happen. It was all talk. But deep down, I hoped it wouldn't be all talk, at least someday. She flirted with guys at bars, went out in public with no bra or panties, flashed strangers, and played along with any fantasy I brought up.
She managed to pull off the balance between good girl and bad girl; being impossibly slutty with me and the perfect faithful wife. I had been trying to help her cultivate her inner slut, asking her to play along with all my wifesharing games and fantasies. It was working. On the first leg of the trip, she wore a short skirt with no panties. Every gas station and rest stop we went to, she'd get out and make sure someone could see her as she dramatically bent over and stretched. A lot of midwestern dads saw my wife's perfect ass yesterday. The weird thing was that I didn't ask her to do it -- she did it on her own, which was a first.
I started to get dressed, but before I could pull my shorts on, the front door unzipped. My jaw dropped as my naked wife climbed out of the tent. I peeked out and saw the man was still at the beach, his back towards us. My heart was racing. Was she going to say something to him? I hurriedly grabbed my clothes, stumbling out after her.
She shouted "Hey, good morning," as she sloshed past him into the clear lake. The man stammered a good morning in return. He turned his head over his shoulder back at the tent, and I was unable to suppress a smile as we made eye contact and I saw the bewildered expression on his face. He smiled back and turned in my wife's direction, us both watching her as she crashed in the shallow water. She was really something.
"She's...um, a bit of a nudist," I said sheepishly.
He laughed. "Lucky man!" I noticed the man's hand was in his pocket, moving softly. He was absently rubbing his cock while staring at my wife. My heart fluttered at the thought of a threesome, but I pretended not to notice and asked him what he was doing out there.
"I just packed up my site this morning. I just thought I'd hang out on the beachfront before leaving this afternoon." His hand was still moving subtlety, but we both kept looking ahead.
"We just got here." Both of our cocks were hard now. I tried to hide it, but I was wearing basketball shorts that I had thrown on in a hurry with no underwear. I reached my hand in my pocket and pulled my dick to one side. My pulsating cock only got harder.
My wife came out of the water, glistening. "The water's actually pretty great!" She had shaved right before we left, and her soft pink pussy glistened with the rest of her wet nude body. She smiled at the man, whose face turned bright red as she got closer. She walked past us to get a towel from the tent and I turned to watch her bouncing ass for the entire walk. The man was trying not to look.
"Oh, you're not uncomfortable with nudity, are you?"
"No! Definitely not," he blurted out.
I laughed as he regained his composure. My wife had emerged from the tent and was laying a towel down on the sand. She laid face down, so we could admire her perfect ass in the sunlight. "God damn," I murmured.
"Would you be uncomfortable if I swam naked?" The man asked.
"No, of course not," I replied. "I can't speak for anyone else, but I don't really see anyone else around here."
"I've been here for a few days and I've only seen one other couple besides you," he said.
"I love the isolation," I said, dropping my shorts and taking off my shirt. I stepped into the water before I could see his reaction, but when I looked back, he was undressing as well. I came out soon after, getting my own towel and laying it down on the sand. The man swam for longer, giving me a chance to speak to my wife alone.
"What has gotten into you?!"
She just smiled at me and squinted in the sun. "This isn't going to actually happen, right?"
