Paradise by the Campfire Light – Part 1 (Her)

Earlier this year, my hubby Rich organises a fun weekend getaway for the two of us, staying in our own private cabin on former farmland just out of Echuca. There are maybe four other cabins spread across the property and a decent walk from all of them down by the river is a communal firepit for guests to share.

After arriving around lunchtime, we have the perfect afternoon relaxing, doing a river walk – even taking an outdoor bath together – before rewarding ourselves with some well-earned Champagne!

After dinner, we notice the light of the fire down by the river so, with the stars emerging on a clear crisp night, we head down there packing a couple of outdoor chairs, a picnic rug and a small esky with our drinks for the night.

I’m wearing a short white and black summer dress with buttons down the front. It’s tight enough around my boobs that I don’t need to wear a bra and, with one button undone, shows off enough cleavage that it never fails to get Rich perving.

When we get down there, we meet a couple of guys – probably mid to late 30s.

We sit and start chatting and quickly establish their story – one of them (Stefano) is staying at the cabin for the weekend and his mate Chris, a local, has joined him for a few beers.

Not long after, a couple from another cabin join us – these two, Max and Cassie, were from Melbourne doing a similar thing to us … escaping their kids for a few days!

The conversation is free flowing and so is the booze, to the point that we’re close to running out.

Anyway, Cassie gets up and says she’s going back to their cabin to rustle up some more booze. With a prod, my Rich says he’ll do the same (although we don’t have much left). So the two of them start marching up the hill and into the darkness.

The conversation keeps flowing, we all get along nicely, before a change of wind direction blows smoke right at us. So we all reposition our chairs next to each other on the downhill side, out of the smoke and directly facing towards the cabins.

After only a minute or two, Max places his hand lightly on my knee to ask if I could get him a beer out of the esky.

Touching my knee to get my attention wasn’t totally out of place in the circumstances, but nor was it totally appropriate. Without moving my head I give him a side eye, and see that he’s waiting on my reaction. So I decide not to play that game and don’t react at all. I reach across, grab a beer and pass it to him without a hint of discomfort. But instead of grabbing the beer with the hand on my knee, he leaves it right where it is and twists across to snatch it with his other hand. The cheek!

So now we’re in this kind of standoff … we are two strangers sitting there chatting, but one with their hand on the bare skin of the other, and neither person willing to acknowledge it. His hand then opens up and is now blatantly wrapped around my thigh – so I cave in.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” I ask softly so as not to draw attention.

“Just resting my hand” he gives me nothing.

“You do know that both your wife and my husband will be coming down that hill in about a minute from now?”

“Hmmm … you don’t know Cass like I do … I don’t think they’ll be back for while”.

I just let this comment sit with me for a bit – this guy is suggesting my husband is up there doing god-knows-what with a complete stranger.

(By way of background, we’d had a little “experience“ in a caravan park last summer, and regularly used that for inspiration, but we had never discussed acting out again … and certainly not just going off and doing our own thing.)

I was really unsure how I felt about this new information. On the one hand, I felt a slight breach of trust, but on the other, I enjoyed the permissibility it gave me to accept the flirting I was now the subject of.

So I don’t remove the hand.

The conversation continues and we start talking about our favourite movie scenes.

Stefano, with his sexy European accent, shares that the scene from Wolf of Wall Street where Leo DeCaprio is snorting coke of Margot Robbie’s naked body is his all time favourite.

YES, YES, YES! I exclaim way too excitedly. “How hot is that scene?”

With that, Stefano pulls out a little plastic bag of white powder and asks if anyone partakes in “the nose beers” as he calls it. He knows Chris does it, but wants to know if it’s OK with me and Max.

Max is cool with it and offers to contribute to the cost for a line, and I explain I only indulge very occasionally, as it makes me way too horny. Oh, and I also don’t have any cash to contribute sorry.

Then Stefano puts on this cheeky face and says: “I’ve got an idea, and feel free say no if you want”.

“What’s say I rack up four lines of coke – and you get to go first.” He continues pointing to me … “But then, as a tribute to Wolf of Wall St, the three of us get to snort ours off your tits.”

Wowsers! Where did this come from?

My immediate reaction was to say not on your fucking life, but the talk of the movie, along with the booze, my absent husband and the unsolicited hand on my leg saw me hesitate.

But not for long. I surprise myself with what comes out next:

“OK, you’re on!”

In a flash, it’s apparent this has our three guys visibly excited!

So I take my turn, and the stuff immediately ignites my brain. Oh my God, why does it make me feel so horny?

Without even being asked, I undo the next three buttons of my dress. I squash my boobs in and up to give the boys a perfect little platform for their illicit fun, all-the-while keeping my nipples covered.

I have a brief moment of panic when I think I hear a noise in the dark, but a quick glance confirms there’s nothing out there.

Given it was his idea, the boys agree Stefano should get to go first. Yes, he lingers a little longer than needed, and his lips brush against mine on the way up, but all in all, the set-up works remarkably well. Chris was next. He opts to take his front on, so kneels in front of me, spreads my legs, and then leans in and does his business. Now Max. He is a smooth one. By bad luck or design, a bit of the powder he’s trying to snort falls down into my fingers towards one nipple. He nuzzles his face down lower to try to retrieve it, but to no avail. So he gently peels my left hand away to reveal my whole naked breast.

He abandons the coke and just starts sucking on my nipple , hard. I lift my right hand and place it on the back of his head, now pushing him into both my tits. The excitement is driving me wild, I could cum without my pussy even being touched!

Stefano then comes around the back of where I’m sitting and whispers in my ear: “I have another idea”!” Even through his jeans, I can feel his rock hard cock pressing up against me as he speaks. Then he whips off his TShirt, rolls it a couple of times and ties around my head as a blindfold.

I can’t see a thing, but my other senses have gone into overload.

In no time, I’ve got one guy kissing and caressing my boobs, another rubbing his now unleashed monster against my face, and a third kneeling in front of me and slowly working his way up my legs with his tongue.

We quickly learn that camp chairs aren’t made for this sort of action, so without anyone speaking, someone – God knows who - lifts me in his arms and lays me down on the picnic rug, still blindfolded.

I just need someone inside me now or I’m going to burst … so I tell them, in no uncertain terms.

Max asks if I’ve ever had three cocks inside me at the one time, to which I answer, “Of course I haven’t, that’s not humanly possible”. Or so I thought.

He slides under me so I’m now nestled on top of him. I perch up on my hands and knees and guide his cock inside me so I get some relief at last. Then from behind, I feel someone licking my arse, not something I usually indulge in, but this felt too good to stop. So I slow my fuck movements right down, allowing that rear tongue to do its thing. In no time, my arse is not only enjoying it, but is craving more. The muscles open and contract in rhythm, and I soon feel a slow and deep penetration.

Holy fuck, it’s almost like the two cocks are touching inside me … I had no idea sex could be this good.

My mouth is wide open as I am gasping in ecstasy, when a third cock enters there. I instinctively lift my hands off the ground, still crouched but supporting all my weight on my knees now, and I stroke the base of that huge shaft as I envelope the remainder with my mouth. I now have three cocks inside me, and I genuinely can’t tell you which is making me cum as it just feels non-stop.

Soon, there is guys’ cum everywhere also … dripping out of my pussy; my arse, my mouth – the whole scene is just a hot mess!

As I take my blindfold off to reveal who was doing what, we notice car headlights shining over the hill. We all scramble to get dressed again and 3 minutes later Rich and Cass walk down carrying a half-full bottle of white and a couple of different spirits.

Rich explains they decided to do a grog run into town as there wasn’t much booze in the cabins, and apologizes for taking so long.

When he asks what we’ve been up to, Stefano volunteers that we’d been playing a form of Charades where you act out your favourite movie scenes. I nearly choke on my drink!

Walking back up to our cabin, Rich seems in really a happy mood. He makes a stray comment about my buttons not being done up properly but clearly doesn’t suspect a thing. He suggests we again make use of the outdoor bathtub together, before a night where we both wake up and spontaneously fuck on three separate occasions … with the thoughts of what I just experienced never far away.