“Maybe it’s all for the best, my darling.”
“Your story has got me horny, but you are too sore for me to fuck you?
“You got that right, but you can put your big cock between my ass cheeks, and with a bit of lube, you can finish there, just stay out of my sore asshole.
When Brenda rolled over, I squirted a little lube between her ass cheeks and a dab on my cock and balls. I got on her ass and positioned myself for this pseudo-sex act. The pleasure of this position is as the testicles slide between her rump cleavage, producing the effect of a prostate massage. It took only a short while to set off my copious ejaculation. I pulled out just in time to cum into a towel.
Doing as she suggested, it was a great release for my clogged-up balls, but when I pulled out, I dripped some cum on her ass cheeks. I quickly wiped it away,
“I don’t want to dirty you up before you sleep.”
But my drips left a ‘sperm shine’ on her gorgeous ass that Eric would notice in the morning. I figured they’d have a quicky in the bus station bathroom when she saw him off. If he knew she was having sex with another, in this case, her husband, the young man might realize she was not the perfect companion to take back to Germany.
I appreciated the opportunity for sexual release that night and was more relaxed confronting my helpers in the morning. I was content that the students and I were progressing at the dig, and I didn’t mind that Brenda was enjoying her dalliance with assorted guys at the campsite. This concept of an open marriage had kept us together for the past ten years, and even big-cocked Eric presented no threat.
After a few days, Brenda noticed an influx of high Russian officials at the nudist camp, replacing the German campers we’d grown accustomed to on our last trip. The campsite was now buzzing with uniformed Russians. Since none of us spoke Russian, we didn’t understand what was happening. We weren’t sure how to deal with this situation and feared being outed as American spies, arrested, and bartered back to the US in a spy swap like that female basketball player. I cautioned Brenda not to speak English around the Russians. As she was fluent in German, we hoped to pass as a German tourist.
The military personnel had arrived in large jeep-like vehicles, Russian knock-offs of the older wartime military Mercedes models. Brenda’s friends said the soldiers were clearing a nearby wooded site for a helicopter landing. Brenda followed my advice and befriended a college student (age 20) who seemed to know what was happening. Brenda described Giorgi as having a very short but thick penis.
“When he fucked me, it was like someone had shoved a beer can in my pussy. He spoke some English, and told me something unusual was about to happen in the camp and advised me to stay out of sight and be careful.”
Brenda’s idea of being careful was to spend the next few days out of sight in the student’s tent with his thick beer can stuck in her quim. Now that the Engineer had departed, she’d found a new penis as her play toy.
Brenda was amazed at how the ‘Beer Can Guy’ could recharge and have sexual relations several times on the same day. Feeling deprived, ‘Beer Can’s’ girlfriend asked to join their sex play. When Brenda was sitting akimbo on ‘Beer Can’s chest, his paramour, Heidi, walked in on them and began rimming Brenda’s butt hole.
“The girl had a tongue so long and thick,” said Brenda, “It was almost a penis, and it felt delicious.”
I enquired who Hedi was. Brenda pointed out the big-tongued big-breasted blond in the campsite’s grocery store. Heidi looked like a German milkmaid. I got a little jealous of Brenda’s going on when I saw how attractive Hedi was. I wished I was on vacation rather than on a work mission so that I might join in the fun.
Every nudist campsite has its lifestyle, but the older nudists are more conservative and less into sex play, preferring to sunbathe, read, or swim. Many younger nudist campers are into group sex with multiple partners, and I would have joined in with them in a Denver minute.
There is something magical about being in the middle of a group sex event when you are in the throes of intercourse with a beautiful woman who lies on a bed or couch. You are actively thrusting your erection into her vagina between her widespread legs, just about ready to ejaculate, when out of nowhere, an attractive young man spies your unprotected butt and throws his arms around your waist as his penis penetrates your asshole, holding you tight as you both thrust in unison like a well-oiled machine until his cock explodes. His arms tighten around your waist, giving you no chance to escape as he fills your asshole with his spunk at the exact moment you shoot your load into your lady’s vagina to conclude your sexual performance. As the penetrator releases you, you fall forward into the woman’s warm, soft breasts, the gracious ‘rapist’ slips away, and you never learn who has been fucking you so beautifully.
Awaiting to clean yourself, you make your way to one of the bathrooms and hang your cock over the porcelain sink, stretching the flaccid member so every crevice can welcome the cool water filling the bowl to rinse away the sperm and vaginal secretions so you feel clean again. Then there is that gentle burning in your butt, maybe his cum deposited deep inside or some rough thrusts your one-time lover gave without pre-lubing you.
With relief, You sit on the wooden toilet seat and piss urine and cloudy white bubbly sperm. You bare down to expel the sticky cum your intestines have already digested, and you realize some molecular entity of that unknown lover will metabolize and become a part of your body for who knows how long. You wipe away the creamy expulsion with a piece of paper towel someone left in the booth and enter the glassed-in shower stall, wet with water droplets from a previous bather, to scrub away any trace of this unholy coupling. You are ready to leave, but you must hunt your wife, and you find her in the middle of a busy group of men’s penises, one of whom may have been fucking you a half hour before.
The following week, the sky darkened, and the weather changed precipitously; the warm days became so windy that it blew down tents. We wore warmer jackets and dust masks at the dig site but continued chipping and scraping, hoping the rain would not disrupt our efforts.
I was optimistic that we might find more items of interest, and on the fourth day of scraping, the sand gave way to a dark organic substratum that appeared to of decomposed wood. I hoped we would discover the hidden cave that the echo soundings two years ago indicated lay deeper into the embankment. One student raked a pocket of dark soft soil from under the sand and, when washed, revealed to our excitement several blue turquoise beads with hand-drilled holes. Knowing that the only site for Turquoise was 70 kilometers west, it suggested early trading between the two areas.
My excitement over our progress at the archeological site was apparent to Brenda, but so was my exhaustion after the long workdays. Brenda would edge closer to me on the camper’s hard mattress. While it was our practice to have sex at least once or twice a week, I was tired after the arduous work schedule. After a dinner of bread and salami and a bottle or two of excellent bottled beer, I fell fast asleep before I could satisfy my wife’s nocturnal needs, even though she attempted to jerk me off to encourage a sexual performance.
Unfortunately for both of us, I started to fall asleep. I knew Brenda would make up for my lack of sexual vigor the next day with her playmates; I leaned back and, a moment later, was gently snoring. My sleep was not disturbed by the familiar buzz of her battery-operated super turbo vibrator dildo that replaced me, and hearing it, I knew all was right in the world. Knowing the plug-in dildos would depend on the campsite’s electricity, which was sketchy, I was glad Brenda had opted for the battery-independent model.
The morning’s bright light always came too soon, and my shoulders and arms were still tired from the exercise of the day before. Since it was Sunday, a day of rest, I accompanied Brenda on her rounds at the nudist camp. We noticed armed guards with Sten guns stationed at the camp’s periphery. The guards saluted us, winking at me; it seemed everyone knew Brenda.
I wondered if these were the culprit of the previous day when Brenda had returned home with telltale streaks of sperm running down her chin onto her breasts and leaking cum from both ends of her body.
“Dear Wifey, what the fuck have you been up to,” I asked, handing her a towel to sit on.
“Oh, Hamy, the soldiers invited me to climb into the hatch of their big iron tank and descend into the narrow confines of the vehicle. I figured it would be interesting to see how these tank soldiers lived. Once inside, I saw they had papered the inside of the vehicle with hundreds of nude pinups; most of the clipping showed the girl’s vaginas, and others were downright pornographic with cocks entering vaginas or women’s assholes. Maybe that was why the guys were so horny? I was getting horny myself looking at them. When two additional guys climbed in after me and closed the turret door behind them, I figured I was in for it.”
“One young soldier, probably 22 years old, spoke a little broken English.”
“Missy,” he said, “We are tired of jerking off. Could you let us fuck you? We heard you are a very hot chick.”
“What could I do? My fear of being raped disappeared when he spoke in such earnest. I told the three guys to undress. I positioned myself on the narrow cot attached with metal chains to the sidewall of the mechanical monster.”
“They thought they would fuck me individually, but I had a different idea. The first guy had a very large cock covered with a thick foreskin, the color of chicken skin, with two small balls tightly fitted in his scrotum. I suppose it had been a while since he’d been in the company of a willing subject, and he seemed in a rush to fuck me.
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