This wasn’t really an orgy — we were only fucking our own spouses — but it was erotic as anything I’ve experienced, being touched by someone, and touching someone else while at the same time my cock was moving inside my wife.
I could see fucking happening all around the tent, and that was enough for me to cum inside my wife. I went to put my hand on her clit to help her come when I discovered someone else’s fingers were already there. Meg’s orgasm followed shortly after that.
We collapsed together and lay in a naked embrace while others were experiencing their own orgasmic moments. The warm skin-to-skin touch of my wife on me was peaceful. Even though there were eight other people in the room, I felt so close to Meg at that moment that I shut out all the other sounds in the room and focused on holding my lover.
Then Meg suggested they blindfold the men, just like they’d done the bishop. The women all jumped at the idea saying they loved it. They created some blindfolds out of the clothing at hand and covered our eyes so we couldn’t see.
We laid down on the mat, cocks up and ready for some loving. I figured they would do the same thing they did to the bishop — a little teasing from each woman, and then a fuck from our wives. I enjoy a good tease and was all for it.
As expected, a variety of women touched my cock and balls, some with their hands and others with their mouths. It was arousing and enjoyable, and certainly got me hard again.
Then Marie said, “3 — 2 — 1, fuck.” I could hear all five of us men were getting the same experience. A woman I assumed was Meg sat down on my cock impaling her all the way. She rocked her hips up and down and fucked me for maybe 30 seconds, and then stood up. I was just enjoying it and assumed it was my wife.
The women moved around — like they did with the bishop, presumably to confuse us and trick us into thinking our next person would be someone other than our respective wives.
That was when the second woman sat on my cock. It was not my wife. I know my wife’s vagina. This was not it. This one was not as tight. This one was juicier than the one that had left me just moments before. With my blindfold on, I couldn’t see who it was, but this was not Meg.
This second woman rocked her hips and bounced up and down on my cock for another 30 seconds before standing up, leaving me hanging there.
The women moved around again, and a third woman plopped herself down on my cock — this was definitely a third woman. My god, I don’t know who this one is, but her vagina is incredibly strong. I could feel her flexing, gripping the sides of my cock, pulling tightly on it when she moved up and down. This had to be Jenny — I knew she was an expert at sexual performance, at least that is what her husband had bragged about. “Oh my god,” I thought, “I’m going to cum in Jenny.”
Just as that thought came, the woman stood up. My cock was having spasms — so close to exploding but abandoned by the cunt that had got me there. “Oh my god,” I kept saying to myself, half in a panic about a fuck-fest breaking out and half in the excitement that I was experiencing my first orgy.
The women moved again. Then a fourth woman lowered herself on me. I had cooled down a bit from before but thought it was not going to take me long to get back where I was. As she fucked me, I thought I recognized this one. I think this one was Meg, my wife. Just 30 seconds later she stood up before I had unloaded my cum. I was so close it hurt.
Then a fifth woman sat on my cock. “I have fucked every woman in the tent,” I thought. I was so primed to explode that I shot my load into this fifth woman. I didn’t know who it was, but I knew that I had just emptied every last ounce of semen I had into her. My cock flexed over and over again as streams of cum shot into her.
After coming, I pulled off the blindfold and saw Annie was on top of me. I had fucked and came inside Annie, and she was smiling. She was okay with that. She leaned down, kissed me, tongue and all, and said, “Thank you for being a friend.”
I looked for Meg and saw that she was still on top of Eli, who was blindfolded and violently fucking my wife. He was pounding her vagina with that massive cock of his, over and over again. It wasn’t long until he came inside her. I watched as Meg had her own orgasm, grinding her clit on him, arching her back, grunting and screaming out in a euphoric release. His cock had stretched her to her limit, and now his cum was pouring into her.
Meg’s once-in-a-lifetime BBC fuck had just happened a second time. It’s hard to explain, but I was okay with that. I thought I would be upset, but I’m okay. We all got our fantasies fulfilled in that tent. We were all equal, co-participants in this dream.
Several more orgasms rocked through the tent. Then everyone broke from their sex partners and returned to their spouses.
As soon as Meg got to my side, she kissed me and said, “I saw you fuck Annie on round two and I knew you needed to finish what you started. I hope you’re okay with this.”
I kissed Meg back and pulled her close. We fell asleep like that — naked, with a pool of cum leaking out of her.
When I woke up the next morning, I had a vague memory of all of everybody fucking each other, violating our marriage covenants, and likely getting us all in big trouble with the church. In the heat of the moment, we had lost control.
When I tried to talk to Meg about it, she didn’t understand why I was concerned. She just said, “We’ll talk later,” and continued cleaning up the camp. While we were packing up the tent, I got an email from Eli — he was sharing the video footage from two GoPro cameras.
As I scrolled through the video, I noticed that the blindfolded-everybody-fucking-everybody-else scene wasn’t there. In fact, it appears that after Meg and I fucked, we lay there hugging each other and fell asleep. There was no sex after that — it must have been a dream, a very vivid dream.
When we finally got home, I told Meg about the dream. She was intrigued by the idea of fucking our friends like that. I emphasized that it couldn’t happen in real life. But the idea was planted, and over the next several months several ward members, co-workers, friends, and strangers visited our bedroom — in our fantasies.
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