My girlfriend Victoria is 26 and works as a consultant in international development. She's 5ft 5, petite, UK size 6 brunette but with a nice juicy arse and small girlish breasts. You don't find many like that on a white woman. Her company employs mainly women as you'd imagine but there are a few guys there too. The CEO, Mark is a guy in his 40's whom I often hear Victoria and her work friends talk about. Apparently he's quite good looking, and flirty. Victoria often wears tight dresses to work that show off her curves, and her friends often make fun of the comments he makes towards her. I'll admit I felt a little threatened.
A few weeks ago, they had a company retreat in the woods, and partners were invited. She asked me to come along. I knew she enjoyed showing off her handsome boyfriend to her colleagues too, so I obliged.
We arrived on a Saturday, and I was impressed with the expansive set up. We each had our own large tents already set up in a large circle. We'd brought our own sleeping bags. Honestly, I was a fan of the outdoors, and couldn't wait to spend sometime with her alone in the tent. Something about that made me horny.
During the day, the plan was to mingle, and this we did with alcohol flowing. A smiling mark came over and introduced himself. He seemed very cock sure which didn't help my insecurity, and he and Victoria shared many laughs together. The in jokes made me a little sick so I left to refill a drink. When I returned they were with many if their other colleagues. Most of the girls I knew, and their partners I knew to be fairly boring a quite beta. Another male colleague called Barry was there with his wife, he was a very smiley black guy in his 60's. He was with his wife. Victoria always spoke highly of him, and he was very helpful whenever she was stressed or had deadline problems. He gave me a nice pat on the back and was very cordial with me. I felt much more at ease now. He had quite a fatherly way about him.
As the evening wore on, more stories of work trips abroad were shared. I didn't know I'd be so paranoid, but felt Victoria and mark were always sharing secret glances and smiles. And then I saw it, he had his hand around her waist as they stood next to one another and I could see his fingers stroking her side. Barry saw the look on my face, and in a friendly manner escorted Mark away towards the bar. I spent up to my girlfriend feeling miffed, and she casually asked if I was enjoying myself, and if the "little guy" was up for some fun later. I hated that term. She had commented many times on my average penis. Not in a rude way, but a jokey one. I don't think she meant any offence and just thought it was harmless fun, but it had given me a bit of a complex. Especially as she made us watch African documentaries where the men were partially nude, and you'd get glimpses of their large manhood, which she made a point on commenting on each time. But at the same time, she told me she wanted to have my baby one day, and although she made me wear a condom as she wasn't on protection, one day that wouldn't be the case.
Anyway the night wore on and the dancing started. I wasn't much of a dancer, but the oh so confident mark claimed to have appeared in a music video and had all the moves. He asked Victoria for a dance, and I knew everyone else was watching as he held her close and moved rhythmically against her lithe frame. At one point he spun her around and I could see Victorias bum gyrating against his crotch, as he held her closely by the waist. I knew he'd be hard as a rock and although she was tipsy, surely she could feel that. Her friends started to look towards me and I felt so embarrassed. Barry stood by me and commented how well Victoria can move and that I was a lucky guy, and that I'd be having fun later. I thought that was odd but I went off to make a drink. I found a spot on my own away from the group and had a few drinks by myself.
Half an hour later I returned, and by then the party seemed yo have winded down. The group looked at me with many of them smirking. Better I don't know what exactly happened whilst I was away. To my surprise, a slurring, stumbling Victoria jumped up to greet me and take me towards her tent. She felt hot, and flustered. I could tell she was horny. We got back into the tent and straight into the sleeping bag. I could taste the alcohol on her breath as she kissed my deeply, letting my tongue invade her mouth. My cock was rock hard with lust and anger and I started to paw away at her legs reaching up towards her panties. I took my time slowly slipping off her wet lacy panties, to reveal an absolutely soaked pussy, and that's when I realised she'd fallen asleep. Bugger. Anyway I prodded her a bit and lightly slapped her face. No reaction. Alas. But I feel much better about the evening as it turns out that even if mark has worked her up, he'd worked her up for me to finish. Something about that made me feel powerful. I remembered that I had a beef in my bag and took It to the deckchair in the corner of the dimly lit tent.
Twenty minutes had passed, and I was lightly dozing whilst thumbing my now soft cock, when I heard the tent flaps open. In came a dark figure around my size that I couldn't make out. He tiptoed towards the sleeping bag saying Victoria's name softly and asking if she was ok. The soothing words of Barry I realised. He was a good soul.
