I am a 42 year old white male, named Daniel and I am very happily married to my wife, Beth. My wife is a beautiful brunette, who keeps her hair cut short. Her short hair serves to emphasis her physical attributes. Beth is 5'8" and has huge 38 DD breasts. At the age of 40, my wife's boobs don't ride as high as they use to, but that's fine by me. This just causes them to jiggle and bounce around more. She has a voluptuous, heart shaped ass that just begs to be squeezed. Overall, Beth is in good shape and oozes sexuality.
My wife and I have been married for almost twenty years and we have an 18 year old daughter, named Tammy. Tammy has always been my pride and joy. Even though she is my daughter, I can't help but recognize how attractive she is. With light brown hair that falls below her shoulders and twinkling blue eyes, my gorgeous daughter can be breathtaking. At 5'2", Tammy isn't as tall as her mother, and where Beth is voluptuous, our daughter is petite. I think it bothers her that her moms' breasts are so large, while she is a B cup at most, and it doesn't help that most people believes she is several years younger than she actually is.
I have a decent job as a supervisor at a customer call center. Recently, I decided it was time for a long over due vacation. We live in a small town in northwestern Arkansas and there are plenty of rivers and lakes in the area, so we decided to go camping at a local river.
What happened on that camping trip has changed our lives. I had thought that the relationship within my family was perfect. I no longer know what to believe. The images and sounds from that week on the river have infected my brain and soul like a fever that can't be brought under control. Every time I close my eyes, I see big white titties swinging back and forth, huge, saliva coated black cocks, and two pairs of ivory butt cheeks, one young and tight, the other quivering like a bowl of jello, as they shove themselves back to collide with thrusting dark hips. The sounds are worse, flesh slapping on flesh, moaning and shrieks of ecstasy, and familiar female voices begging for black meat. But I am jumping ahead of myself.
I enjoy my privacy, so I picked a secluded camp ground on the river. I was surprised at how remote it was. Despite it being late May, there wasn't a soul in site. We set up camp, before Tammy suggested we go down to the water for a swim. My wife and daughter changed into their bathing suits and we headed for the river, which was about 100 yards down the trail.
As I walked behind Beth and Tammy, I couldn't help but get a hard on. Both women were wearing skimpy bikinis. Beth's was red and Tammy's was beige. Half their asses were exposed and most of my wife's enormous tits were hanging out in the open like a couple of ripe melons.
We reached the river's edge, after passing through another camping spot, but it was as empty as the other ones on this stretch of the river. We waded and swam in the cool water for about an hour, before deciding to head back to camp. Both girls are naturally light skinned and they didn't want to get sunburned.
I felt my dick begin to harden again as they exited the water. My wife and daughter's nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric of their bikini tops. Tammy caught me looking and blushed. Beth stifled a laugh and made a face at me. Tammy said she had to pee and my wife indicated that she would stay with her.
"I'm going on," I informed them, "I thought I heard someone pull into this camping spot awhile ago. I think I'll stop and say hi."
"Okay," Beth answered, "We won't be far behind."
I walked up the trail and through the woods at a good pace, curious to see who our neighbors were. As I entered the campsite, I saw a blue van and two tents that had already been set up. I then noticed the three college aged black men sitting at the picnic table. I was about to say something, when a fourth black man stepped out of one of the tents. He walked up to me with his hand outstretched.
"I'm Richard," he said, "You must be from the other camp," he continued, as he gestured up the path towards where our site lay. "We heard you and some girls splashing around in the river."
"Yeah, my wife and daughter," I replied as I shook his hand, "They should be coming through here in a few minutes." I started to feel nervous as I said this, wondering how these men would react to my scantily clad family.
Richard strolled over to an ice cooler next to the picnic table and opened the lid. "Would you like a cold one?" he asked, as he pulled out a can of beer.
"No," I answered, "I need to get back to camp and get some lunch ready. Thanks anyway."
"Anytime you feel like one, just come on down." the young black man offered.
I nodded my head and walked on up the pathway. After about 30 yards, I stepped off the trail and stood behind a thick oak tree. I was interested in seeing what would happen when Beth and Tammy walked through the black men's camp. I soon saw my daughter walk into the camp by herself and wondered where Beth was. The jaws of all four black men dropped, when they laid eyes on my beautiful daughter. Tammy put her nose in the air and ignored the men. One of them whistled and Tammy turned red.
"Check that tight ass out!" one of the men, sitting at the table, commented.
I saw my daughter get a mischievous look on her face. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her bikini bottom. Tammy pulled her little bikini bottom down to her knees and exposed her sweet young buttocks to the black men.
"Kiss my lily white ass!" she yelled back at them. Then she was off like a shot. I could hear her giggling, as she ran past the tree I was hiding behind, and headed for our camp. She's going to get herself in a world of trouble, one of these days, I thought to myself.
The four men looked stunned at first and then Richard started laughing. A minute later, I saw Beth come into their camp. Four pairs of black eyes immediately latched on to my wife's barely covered knockers. She and Richard exchanged words, but I did not catch what was said. Beth continued walking, until Richard yelled at her to stop. She halted about 10 yards from where I was concealed.
The tall black man trotted up to Beth and she turned to face him. "Where are you going so fast, momma?" he asked.
"Back to my camp," she replied, in a shaky voice.
"Don't you want to stick around?" Richard inquired, "I know you like what you see. I know I do," he added, as he stared at Beth's heaving breasts.
Beth opened her mouth, as if to say something, but she looked nervous and nothing came out.
Richard grabbed my wife by the elbows and pulled her to him. He leaned in and proceeded to kiss my bride of 20 years on the mouth. My heart jumped up into my throat, and to my shock, Beth opened her mouth and returned the kiss. In fact, she pressed her body against his, smashing her big, soft titties against his hard, muscular chest. She moaned as he grabbed a handful of her exposed ass cheeks and squeezed.
Beth seemed to come to her senses for a moment and broke off the lurid kiss. "My god!" she exclaimed, in a low voice, "I'm old enough to be your mother!"
"That just makes it better," he informed her, as he lewdly thrust his hips forward and rubbed his bulging crotch against her bikini covered pussy.