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Every year, twice a year my husband and two of his friends have a tradition of going to the hunting cabin for the weekend. Now I don’t particularly mind it, especially since when he comes back from the cabin we’ve been apart long enough to be horny. I know that at least twice a year we’ll have sex all night long. Of course I’m no fool, I know that some of his moves that he seems to have discovered over the weekend come from the porno tapes the guys watch after a day of hunting or fishing. Although I don’t understand why, it seems to be a guy thing to watch the movies us women would never let them have around the house (though occasionally I enjoy watching on the infrequent childless nights).

As he packed for this year’s trip he seemed more excited than usual. Every night for a week we were up late making love. One day after work he picked me up, told me he had a babysitter for the kids and took me out for a night on the town. We lived out his fantasy of me dressing sluttish in public. We stopped at the lingerie store to buy a clingy low cut blouse, a much too short skirt, his favorite color of red lace bra- which he insisted had to be only a half-cup style even though my 44 dd’s clearly did not fit. (Although I was back to my pre-child figure, somehow the boobs stayed extra large much to Mike’s pleasure). Dinner was wonderful, throughout the evening he found all sort of excuses to feel my breasts and even finger my pussy at the table while the waitress was taking our order. Even better was the number of men who deliberately stared at my open blouse, easily catching a glimpse of my nipples every time I moved. Mike loved it. However he didn’t notice that some of them gave me their numbers. I felt guilty for keeping them, especially the tall cowboy at the bar who I kept brushing against when I went to get some drinks, but I knew I wasn’t really a slut, I was just playing one tonight. Maybe later I would throw the numbers away. The night ended with us at a cheap motel, it seemed like every room was filled with sounds of sex. We caught a glimpse of a gorgeous stewardess going into the room next to us and could hardly control ourselves as we heard multiple male voices then the definite sound of her pleasuring the entire flight crew. As I drove the babysitter back home later that night I was still so horny that I wanted to tell her exactly how the night was when she asked, but I contained myself until I dropped her off then I fingered myself until I came while parked on the side of the road.

As the day for his trip approached we continued to have great sex. Always good at telling me stories, and getting me to tell my own, Mike relived the night out with all sort of variations, including imaging going to the adjoining room to join the flight attendant. We used all my toys, sometimes I would even imagine another man fucking me while the vibrator buzzed inside me and I sucked my husband’s cock. I knew I would miss him over the weekend and sometimes thought about the phone numbers I kept tucked away in my drawer. But I knew I would never call any of those men, it is the thought that counts.

Unexpectedly my parents came to town the night before Mike’s trip. They wanted to spend some grandparent time with the kids and seemed to expect me to be gone for the weekend too. That’s when Mike told me that he had arranged for me to go with him to the cabin. He explained that we’d have a private room and that I could rest, read books, or whatever while the guys went hunting. He hinted that undoubtedly the presence of two guys that he knew I found attractive would add to our sex lives. He almost seemed to know that sometimes I thought about Frank and Joe, especially after the weekend when we went with their families to the beach. All weekend I watched them, and their beautiful wives walk around in swimsuits. I especially enjoyed watching Frank because he always seemed to have a hard on that he could barely keep out of sight. But what secretly most turned me on was Frank’s wife Nancy. I am certainly not a lesbian but there is something about her body that I can’t keep out of my mind. Her small breasts, firm ass, soft lips and long hair made me think dirty thoughts.

A weekend in the mountains sounded fun, some rest, maybe some flirting, and who knows maybe Mike and I could get away for a little outdoor sex. I packed quickly but noticed that Mike added the red bra and matching thong to the suitcase. Obviously his mind was not totally on fishing.

It was Mike’s turn to drive up the cabin. We picked up Joe first. When Joe kissed his wife goodbye I almost thought she gave me a little wink. Personally I would have told Mike to stay home if I knew another woman was going to the cabin but she seemed to expect it. As Joe settled in the backseat of the crew cab I remembered the night we had kissed after drinking too much. It didn’t go too far, he felt me up like nearly every man I kissed, but we knew it couldn’t go any farther than that.

Next we picked up Frank. I got out of the car to talk to Nancy while Frank loaded his suitcase in the back. Before I got back to the truck Nancy gave me a hug, a little closer than she had ever had before. I could feel her firm breasts pressed against mine and briefly considered kissing before I remembered my husband in the car.

Just before I got into the front seat, Frank Jr, came running out of the house with his duffle bag. Obviously the years on the swim team had done him well, his shoulders were broad and strong under the tight t-shirt he was wearing. He stuffed the bag into the trunk then asked Mike where he should sit. Before he could say anything Frank said that he had to sit in the front claiming that Jr got carsick in the back. I halfheartedly complained that I also got carsick if I can’t see out the windshield. Frank and Joe quickly agreed to “let” me sit between them. As I squeezed between the two men I was aware that my pussy was getting warm.

The car ride was fairly uneventful. There were a few jokes about stopping for a sandwich. Frank said that we already had one in the backseat. The idea of being a sandwich between Frank and Joe made me a little wet. I hoped I could calm down before the next stop or I might be embarrassed I thought to myself. Mike constantly checked the mirror to be sure everyone’s hands were kept to themselves. Most of the time they were, although both Frank and Joe found an occasional excuse to cop a feel. One time I fell asleep and when I woke up I felt Joe’s hand high up on my thigh. I let him keep it there for awhile, even turned a little bit towards him so that the top of my shirt gave him a clear view down my cleavage.

We got to the cabin late in the evening. While the others unloaded the car Mike wrapped his arms around me from behind, squeezing my breasts in each of his hands. He kissed my ear and asked if I was having a good time and if the men had been gentlemen to me. I assured him that I was and that the men were just fine. After dinner and a few drinks I was tired. I said good night to everyone and gave Mike a hug. The other men complained that they didn’t get a hug, playfully whining about it being unfair that their wives weren’t there. With the drinks and my horniness I barely objected to hugging them. Jr’s hug was especially close. Through his jeans I felt a solid lump against my hip. He was definitely an 18 year old with a constant hard on.

I heard the men put in a video which I knew was a porno. At least they had waited for me to leave the room I thought as I got into bed. I used the moans on the tv to cover my own while I fingered myself and rubbed my nipples.

An hour later Mike came to bed. As he undressed next to me I moved to the edge of the bed. I grabbed his waist, turning him towards me. As I pulled down his underwear I found he was already rock hard. I never so badly wanted to suck him in my life. We tried to be quiet as he gently held my head to his swollen cock but before long I could hardly contain myself, making him fuck my mouth and then my tits and then my mouth again until he came on my breasts.

Thinking he was done for awhile I started to get up to go to the shared bathroom but he grabbed me by the waist and laid me in bed. He pulled down the bottom of my pajamas and without a sound began to lick my pussy. I came several times, muffling my groans with a pillow. When he finally entered me with his cock I was amazed at how long and hard it felt. We soon moved to the floor so the squeaky bed wouldn’t give us away. I lost count of the number of times I came but it was well past midnight before we fell asleep. Mike’s online order for Viagra sure was paying off. The next morning didn’t start as early as I expected it would. The men were going to go fishing but it was well after 10 before they left. What was especially odd was that each one of them had to take a shower before they went fishing. It was while Jr was in the shower that I saw the bathroom door didn’t shut all the way. I caught a glimpse of him as he got into the shower, he was still hard. I heard that a constant hard on could be dangerous but I knew Mike wouldn’t understand if I offered to help Jr with his problem. Oh well, I would have time today to fantasize.

When the men finally left I put on my old shorts and t-shirt that fit far too tight for modesty. I planned on reading on the deck and catching up on some sleep. About lunch time Frank Jr. came back. He had caught a couple fish and wanted to put them in the fridge. I hadn’t expected the men back until evening but was glad for the company. It was getting boring around the cabin by myself. I offered to get Jr. something to drink. He sat on one of the stools at the kitchen bar. I sat in the stool next him, feeling a little flushed with him in the cabin alone with me. I knew the t-shirt was nearly see through, revealing the low cut bra that Mike had also packed. For some reason he had pulled out all of my practical bras and panties and replaced them with half-cup and lacey bras and thongs.

Today I opted for no panties. Flirtingly I stretched my legs out onto Jr’s stool, wrapping the around his legs. I knew this exposed most of my leg and probably made it evident that I was bare under the shorts. I was glad that Mike had convinced me to shave my pussy, leaving only a little hair at the top. As I drank my water I let drops of it fall down onto my shirt like I was one of those women on tv. Not exactly a wet t-shirt but it focused Jr.’s attention on my breasts.

I slid out of my stool and stood to his side. I began rubbing his shoulders pretending I just wanted to help him fish better. He turned towards me and I positioned myself between his legs. Leaning in I kissed his lips, lightly at first. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer, our chests touching. I pressed my tongue into his mouth while pressing my crotch against his.

I knew he was too young, probably still a virgin. But at that moment I wanted to teach him something to share with his cute, bubbly cheerleader girlfriend. I felt his hands work up my chest, roughly squeezing my breasts. I pulled his hands off of my breasts while I made him stand in front of me with my back against the kitchen bar. He seemed embarrassed, thinking I was stopping him from feeling my breasts. What he didn’t understand was that I needed him to rub my breasts. I took his hands and gently rubbed them around my nipples, showing him how to lightly caress a woman’s breast. Even though my knees were weakening I acted as if I was a teacher, telling him how to rub me, showing him how to take my shirt off and then carefully undo my bra. As my breasts felt the cool air and his large hands my pussy began to ache. Quickly I pulled off his shirt. I kissed his chest and then worked down to his hard stomach. With fumbling fingers I undid his jeans, pulling them down to just above his knees. Through his tight underwear I could clearly see his dick. I pushed his underwear down and made him lie on the floor as I took off all his clothes. His cock seemed to spring straight up, long and hard. It wasn’t very thick but what it lacked in thickness it made up for in length. Despite a part of me saying it wasn’t right to fuck a man so much younger than me I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted. Anyway, he was legal though just barely.

I took his cock into my mouth deeper than I ever had taken a cock before. I enjoyed the taste of his pre-cum and the look on his face of pure pleasure. I sucked his cock in long slow movements, licking it’s length while fondling his balls. Suddenly he moaned, I quickly pulled away and aimed his head into my breasts. Warm, sticky cum covered my breasts and ran down my neck. I took his hands and made him rub his cum all over my tits, licking his fingers as my own orgasm coursed my body.

I needed more and this boy had more to learn. If he was going to lose his virginity it would be lost for good. I took my shorts and panties off, then with him still on the floor I straddled his chest, holding his arms down. He dutifully sucked each nipple, grimacing at first at the thought of licking his own cum off them but too horny to resist. I wiggled my hips to his mouth and demanded he return the favor I had done for him. He quickly learned how to use his tongue, flicking it at the top of my clit, driving it deep into my pussy.

After another orgasm I rolled off him onto my back. He positioned himself on top of me, his teenage cock already as hard as ever. He seemed to know exactly what to do as he spread my legs and forced his swollen dick into my pussy. He fucked me hard and fast, holding my ankles over his shoulders. I could hardly breathe as each thrust sent waves of pleasure over my body. He watched as my breasts bounced with each thrust and I realized that he was no virgin. I asked him if his girlfriend’s tits look as good as mine. He told me that they didn’t but he always imagined mine when he fucked her.

We changed position again, this time with him behind me. He grabbed my breasts while ramming me with youthful vigor. After twenty minutes he came again, pulling out to cover my ass with his sperm. Before I had recovered he was dressed and headed back to fish.

I’m not sure how I managed it but I was able to pick up my things and drag myself to the shower. As I washed off I still felt the trembling after effects of sex. It was then that I heard the front door open. Afraid it was Mike and that he would figure out about Jr and me I turned off the shower and rushed to put on a skimpy bathrobe. I opened the bedroom door, not wanting to go out to the main room in case it wasn’t my husband, when I saw Frank. I saw a look in his eyes that scared me. He knew I had fucked his son and now was angry. But then I looked again, realizing that it wasn’t anger but lust.

Without a word he grabbed me and forced me against the wall. I wanted to shout as he pushed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but only a moan came out. He ripped open the bathrobe and I felt his hand against my wet pussy. With expert dexterity he spread my pussy lips apart and forcefully shoved two fingers into me. With the other hand he grabbed my right breast and painfully pulled at my nipple.

“So,” he said, “your breasts are like Nancy said they were. Beautiful, big.” Nancy? I thought of my fantasy of her. Did she have something for big boobs? Another painful squeeze to my breasts brought me out of my fantasy. Frank was a strong, big man. He had been a landscaper for years and a weightlifter for more years than that. As he gripped my breasts the pain made me gasp and cum.

Ecstasy overcame me. My legs gave out and I collapsed into his arms. He nearly threw me into the bed. Almost letcherly he stared at my body. “Yeah, Nancy was right. You are fuckable. Bet you gave Jr. the ride of his life, although that girl of his has one nice ass.” I could hardly believe it, the images of Nancy flashed through my mind, then just as suddenly I pictured Jr’s girlfriend and Frank. That cheerleader skirt pushed up, her ass exposed to this dirty old man. Then I imagined Nancy and Jr’s girlfriend. The image in my mind was nasty but it gave me another orgasm.

It was then that I saw Frank’s cock. I could hardly believe how big it was as he stood over me. I grabbed it with both hands, wanting to feel every inch of it. He knew I liked it. “Nancy says she wants to see me shove this into your ass, but you’re not ready for it, yet.” With that he pulled my legs apart and thrust his entire length into my pussy. Again I came as the pain shot through me. “My god,” I moaned, “fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck me.” He pulled out and then slammed into me again, deeper. I felt like I was going to rip in two but I wanted it so bad. Again and again he fucked me, each time pulling out and brutally slamming his monster into me.

He pulled me on top of him. I enjoyed the feel of his cock as I violently bounced up and down on it. I rode him like I harder than I had ridden my husband. Up and down I rode, with his hands grabbing my tits and slapping my ass. I imagined Nancy ridding him, her little breasts bouncing. I imagined licking her pussy while Frank fucked me from behind. I even imagined Jr fucking me while Nancy sucked my tits.

Frank moved me into the bathroom. Standing bent over the counter in front of the mirror I watched as he fucked me from behind. The sight of my breasts swinging wildly sent us both into orgasm but Frank didn’t stop. His cum in my pussy made him slide even deeper into me. For several minutes he continued to pound me from behind, constantly slapping my ass and calling me a slut. At that moment I didn’t care if Mike found me, I was a slut and I wanted to be used like one.

Finally Frank stopped, only to push me back into the bedroom onto the bed. He stood in front of me and grabbed my hair. He pulled me into his cock and made me suck it. My pussy juices and his first orgasm glistened on his shaft as I greedily took him into my mouth. The length made me gag but he never released my hair. I sucked him until I began to feel him tense to orgasm. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped it against my tender breasts. He covered my chest and even my hair with his sticky cum. Done with me, he dressed and left me laying naked on the bed.

Moments later I heard the door open and shut as he left. Thinking I was alone I pulled my bathrobe over me, not caring if my husband found me covered with cum. After a moment I rolled over onto my stomach to stretch out when I felt a pair of hands on my back. Joe voice penetrated my groggy thoughts. He murmured something about my ass which I had left exposed. He wouldn’t let me turn over or say a word. I heard him unzip his pants and soon felt his naked legs against my own. He reached around me, grabbing my soaked breasts. “It’s my turn now babe. You are not going to be a cock tease this time. But don’t worry, I know your pussy is probably already sore from Jr and Frank. Vickie’s was, not that it stopped us from using her and recording our video. Nancy was the only one who was use to Frank’s cock.”

It dawned on me that during previous hunting trips there was always one wife or the other out of town. So this is what they were doing. Mike was learning his moves not on some professional tape but in making his own tape, of other women. The thought of Mike fucking Vickie and Nancy didn’t make me mad, rather I hoped I could watch the videos sometime with him. So it was my turn now. What other plans did they have? Was that why Mike packed the red bra and thong? Before I could imagine what else was in store for the weekend I noticed Joe had stopped rubbing my breasts.

I felt his cock on my ass. It felt short and fat. I wanted to see it but he wouldn’t let me move. He began to rub cock against my butt, pushing it between the cheeks. He pushed it deeper into me, against my tight hole. I seldom let Mike fuck me in the ass but today the thought of Joe in there made me moan. Slowly he pressed into my ass, gently moving his hips as I accepted him deeper. Suddenly he was inside me. My whole body shook as he began pumping my ass with his fat cock.

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