My husband and I were soon to be out camping with his best friend and his wife. I hadn't been camping since I was a child. My dad loved camping, sleeping on the ground, not bathing for a week, eating what he could catch or hunt. Me? Not so much. Truth be told, I pretty much hated it. When my husband and his best friend excitedly started talking about going camping, I thought, Oh Fuck No! I am NOT going. I never ever wanted to sleep under the stars in the dirt again.

But slowly they talked his wife into going. She had never been camping, so she had no idea of the fun of gathering up dirty firewood, fighting biting bugs, watching for snakes and breaking nails while the men drank warm beer. She had never felt the pure bliss of sitting around a fire, eating unknown food. Smoke in your face, eyes, and lungs, the front of you cooking from the heat from the fire while your ass freezes behind you. She would learn the joy of not only never feeling clean but feeling dirtier and dirtier as each day goes on. Only to crawl into an iffy sleeping bag to hopefully sleep with a filthy body on hard uncomfortable ground, that is made up of dirt and small hard sharp rocks. To awaken knowing that she will have several days more to endure before being able to go home and finally get clean again, eat real food, and sleep in her bed again.

Did I mention that I'm not a fan of camping? Now here I am, against my better judgment, agreeing to go with her on our husbands' stupid camping trip. A fucking week-long camping trip. I'm going to need a vacation to recover from my vacation. We left all the normal things at home — make-up, nice clothes, everything. Us girls were allowed to bring Levi's, two T-shirts, four pairs of socks, one pair of panties, a coat, a toothbrush and a hairbrush, boots, and a smile. The smile, I had to paste on. Hers looked genuine.

Camping supplies consisted of a tarp to put on the ground, two sleeping bags, a bunch of freeze-dried food from the camping store, backpacks for each of us to carry our meager things, and of course, beer for the idiots willing to carry it, and a bottle of bourbon for us girls. I do hope our husbands remember condoms. Forgoing sex for a week sounds unreasonable. So does sucking an unwashed cock.

Our camping trip arrived during a heat wave. As we drove down a narrow backcountry dirt road, I had my feet up on the dashboard with my bare legs spread, so the full force of the air conditioning would reach my tender bits nicely. I was slowly stroking myself watching my husband and my best girlfriend laughing and flirting in the back seat. I had the visor pulled down so I could see her stroking his cock in the vanity mirror.

I loved these two men's cocks and loved being able to look at them as we drove down that dusty country road. I could easily reach her husband's beautiful cock any time I wanted to, as he was also naked. Being together while nude is something that the four of us have enjoyed for many years. It all started back right after high school when the four of us decided to not be virgins anymore and we spent an entire weekend fitting those two beautiful cocks into each of us girls.

And our wonderful husbands had decided to not take us to a campground like normal people do. You know the place where you can sleep in the dirt, and actually have a bathroom, or at least an outhouse? Oh no. Our husbands decided it would be super fun to go backpacking out into the wilderness.

Yes, we lugged our backpacks in 100-degree heat for an entire day before the men found "the perfect spot". OK. It was very pretty there and had a decent place to put our tarp and sleeping bags. A small spot. Too small to discreetly fuck my husband at night. Too hot to fuck anyway. LOL.

Tarp and sleeping bags down, the guys again stripped off their clothes and made a firepit with rocks they gathered. Beer time, while the wives got to have fun picking up dirty wood to burn in the fire. Not exactly a clean activity. Finally done, we stripped off our dirty sweaty clothes, drank some water, and relaxed on top of the sleeping bags with our bourbon. The guys ignored us, too busy talking guy stuff.

Only married men could ignore two good-looking naked women drinking bourbon out of a bottle.

I was horny but wasn't about to touch my tender parts with these dirty hands.

Evening came and we girls were almost too drunk to eat. Not big drinkers, we had too many swigs from the bottle. The guys found water somewhere so we washed our hands and faces, and they boiled some more to use for cooking. The food wasn't all that bad, I think. We ate and lay down listening to the guys talking as we drifted off to sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt my husband fucking me in my sleep. I was on my side, on top of the sleeping bag, sweating in the heat. I felt very dirty and sweaty. I couldn't understand how he would want to fuck me like this. I was still a little drunk. And I couldn't even move in that heat. I just lay there enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding wonderfully back and forth inside of me.

In my semi-drunken state, my husband's cock felt so much bigger tonight than normal. I wanted to just sleep, but his cock felt so wonderfully different. I was too drunk to understand why. But not too drunk to feel his sperm gush into me. All I could think of as I drifted off to sleep was, my husband should have known better than to fuck me without a condom.

In the morning us girls woke up with massive hangovers. My husband didn't have one and said he had a good night's sleep. His best friend had a mild hangover and said he slept poorly on the hard ground as his wife hogged the entire sleeping bag. He said he kept waking up and looking at my bare ass only inches from him. He said he had a hard-on all night.

The entire day was spent nursing hangovers while the guys went off exploring. It was early afternoon before we felt good enough to even start talking. And she said the strangest thing. She told me that she kinda woke up and imagined her husband fucking me in my sleep. She knew that it wasn't actually happening. She was drunk, and her husband often masturbated while he thought she was asleep. She just hoped he didn't get any of his cum on me.

I suddenly knew the truth of what happened last night. And I remembered the feeling of a too-big bareback cock giving me unexpected pleasure in the middle of the night. And I was still filled with cum. Another man's cum. And the morning-after pill was a week away. Would it still work? My thoughts through the rest of the day were in panic mode. My next period was still two weeks away. I was very fertile with the wrong man's sperm in my womb. What should I do? Damn!

I told her my feelings. My panic. She listened. She wasn't upset that her husband might have unknowingly impregnated me. Instead, she wished we could be pregnant together. Fuck? What?

Then she asked if I would mind if my husband impregnated her. She also was ovulating.

Oh fuck no. No! No! No! Was she fucking crazy? My possible pregnancy panic just skyrocketed into indignation and anger. I suddenly wanted to go home, take the morning-after pill, and have nothing ever to do with these people again.

I packed up my shit and left. Heading down the trail to our car to go home. At the car, I discovered that I had no keys. I felt stupid. I sat down and cried. It was dark. Too dark for me to find my way back to the camp. Too dark for my husband to come find me. No food. No sleeping bags. No water. I slept with my back up against the car tire and my head on my backpack. In the hateful dirt. In a heatwave. I was fucking miserable. Emotionally, physically, miserable.

In the morning, I woke up starving as the sun barely showed the barest amount of light to see.

I dropped my pants and took a long pee, pulled my pants up, and started walking fast back to the camp. I arrived feeling dirty and sweaty. And exhausted. They knew that I would return. There was no place to go. I ate and drank lots of water, not saying a word to anybody. She and I gathered wood again, and she said that she was sorry. Over dinner, I told everyone why I got upset and tried to leave.

Her husband apologized saying that he had no memory of fucking me in his sleep. She stated that he does fuck her in his sleep and has no memory of it in the morning. My husband said nothing. He just hugged me. Then when we were cuddling that night he kissed me and said he was sorry that had happened and everything would be alright. Is he fucking kidding me? I probably had another man's baby growing inside of me! How can that possibly be alright? Fucking Asshole! I can't believe he just said that. I went to sleep angry. With my pants on!

In the middle of the night, I felt my husband get up to go pee. He disappeared for a few minutes and came walking back with a nice half-erection. But fuck no, I was still mad at him. The fire was only coals giving off barely enough light to see by. My husband stood looking down at her, masturbating at her nude body lying beside me. Her husband was on the other side of her snoring loudly. She looked over at me as I pretended to be asleep, then motioned him to come to her and open her legs.

He looked at me for a long minute. Then sank between her legs, smoothly sliding himself deep within her as he lay fully on her. I watched his ass going up and down, her arms go around him. And listened to the wet sounds of two sweaty bodies fucking, her vagina making sloppy wet noises, his balls slapping against her asshole. I could smell the delightful aroma of excited pussy filling the air, overpowering days worth of sweating bodies. Their soft moans of lust became more urgent as they neared orgasm. Their orgasms were both intense. They relaxed a bit and kissed. Then she brought her knees up high and said, "Deeper this time". And he fucked her again. Deeply, shoving her forward and against me with each thrust. I could hear his sperm sloshing inside her excited vagina, she sounded so fucking wet. I could now smell his sperm as it leaked out of her. She looked over at me, right into my open eyes, and she took my hand.

Smiling, she looked at me and said,

Thank you so much. I wanted this so badly, for so long. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for hopefully letting him make me pregnant. I love you, I want your husband's baby. Please be my friend forever. I do love you, you know.

I was overwhelmed with emotions. First a bit surprised that my husband was fucking her right next to me, while I was upset. Then anger and jealousy thinking about her possibly becoming pregnant. Then slowly getting turned on, watching them and feeling her hot silky sweat slick body being pressed over and over against me. Almost wanting to orgasm with them.

Their mutual pheromones were intense, so close to me that I couldn't ignore them. It was crazy how turned on I was. Then she said that to me. I could hear the strong emotions in her voice. She held my hand, her eyes pleading with me to understand. I rolled from my back, onto my side facing them. My arm wrapped around her thigh, pulling it tight against me. I kissed her knee. She brought our hands to my bush and I arched my hips forward to accept this touch.

My husband had stopped fucking as she spoke. Never before had I caught him fucking someone else without asking me first. But here he was, cock buried deeply inside of her with her body fully touching mine.

I suddenly wished my pants were off instead of just unzipped and unbuttoned. When he saw that I wasn't going to throw a jealous fit, he began seriously fucking her. Hard. Her eyes never left mine. When he came again deep inside her, she turned towards him, kissing him, telling him to give her his baby.

He fell fully upon her, kissing her back like the old lovers they were. He asked her,

"Do you want my baby?"

"Yes, oh yes. I have wanted this for so long,"

"Does your husband know this?"

"Yes, of course he does. I tell him everything. At first, he was very against it. But he loves me and has accepted that this is what I want. Oh, you are getting hard again, what are you going to do with this?"

I felt her wiggle her butt as she asked this. My husband looked at me, gave me a small smile, and flipped her up on her knees. With one hand he rubbed his cock up and down in her wetness before sliding back into her. She moved over, slid her hand into my pants, and started kissing me, telling me that she loved me and was so happy to finally be able to tell me.

I saw her husband on his side, leaning against his elbow, watching her large breasts sway to the rocking and pounding my husband was giving her. She kept moaning and saying, oh god! So deep! Oh god, god, god. And having some pretty nice orgasms. My husband lasted a long time this time before cumming deeply inside of her, ensuring that she was pregnant.

Was I upset knowing my husband just impregnated a woman right next to me while she was declaring her love for me? Yes, but strangely no. Not nearly as upset as I was realizing her husband had fucked me in our sleep and probably impregnated me. Not exactly the way I wanted to become pregnant. But the way she got pregnant seemed somehow perfect. Somehow, some sick side of me felt joy in knowing she was filled with my husband's sperm and in this position, her chest pressing her breasts against the ground, gravity and her orgasms were pulling my husband's sperm into her womb, filling it.

My whole being slowly became happy dreaming of watching her belly swell with my husband's baby. Her breasts filled with milk because of him. Visions of watching her give his childbirth and then suckling at her breast.

I was broken away from my dream state as I realized her husband was pulling my pants off.

As he lay upon me preparing to enter me, his cock pressing, searching, I told him no. He said that I was already pregnant, super wet, and had willingly spread my legs for him, and he was going to fuck me properly. I wrapped my legs around him, and looked at his wife who said,

Yes, oh yes. And she kissed me lovingly.

And he did fuck me properly, as my husband put some wood on the fire so he could see better. We certainly did not need the additional heat. He fucked me a long time in several positions. Filled me with more cum, each time telling me,

"This is good Baby Making cum. You are pregnant now. With My Baby! I love you for this!"

The rest of the week we all fucked a lot. Never with our husbands. We wanted no doubt who the baby daddies were. I never dreamed in my whole life that the second man to ever fuck me would make me pregnant. I never considered that a woman would fall in love with me.

My husband getting another woman pregnant? Unthinkable, until now. So many new things that week. The crazy thing, our husbands seemed so relaxed and happy all week. Like everything is normal.

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Now home, finally clean and in my bed, I am wondering.

Did our husbands have this all planned out way before the camping trip?

Did everything that happened go exactly as planned?

Was she in on it?

I was unusually horny this morning. My husband was off to work. I wanted coffee.

I took my naked self, phone in hand, off to the kitchen to pour myself some coffee.

Our pregnancy tests were both positive. She was ecstatic with happiness. And exuberant with her love.

Me? I was still adjusting to all of this. LOL. As I took my first sip, my phone rang. It was her telling me that she loves me and is standing outside my front door, very horny and watching me through the open window. Turning, I saw her. She looked beautiful standing there in a pretty and thin Sundress. She grabbed the hem, raising it over her head and dropping it on the porch chair.

Can I come in? she asked.

I smiled at her standing there naked on my front porch. "Better bring your dress inside, it's windy outside today. You don't want to lose it". She picked it up and tossed it aside as she walked in the house. Giving me a light kiss on the way to the coffee pot, she told me she misses me when she isn't here. Courtney is adorable and I enjoy her company so much. We have been friends for years. But since our return from The Camping Trip, we have become close. She tells me all the time how much she loves me. And I do believe her. We are very close friends, and even though we have never made love together, I know that she desperately wants to. I'm hesitant. I have only kissed one woman. Her. Although it was very exciting, I have never kissed her back, except that one time.

We are now three months pregnant. Not showing yet, just feeling full. We love being at my house. Nice breezes, lots of sunshine, private backyard, and simi private front yard. Nice quiet neighborhood. My nosy older neighbor Monica and her horny-acting son drive me crazy, always stopping by to say hi. Her son looks adopted, he kinda looks like Monica, sometimes, but looks nothing like his dad. He looks more like the redhead man across the street. We tease Monica about that. She is a good sport and just giggles and blushes. Which just makes us wonder even more. I do know Monica's husband has been inside the redhead's wife. My husband caught them fucking in a bar restroom, took a quick video, and sent it to me. We never told Monica or her husband.

As predicted, Monica arrived before Courtney got a chance to give me a hug. Monica is such a voyeur.

"Well, am I too late to see you hug?"

In answer, Courtney gave me an extra long very sensual hug. Then took my face in both hands and kissed me. I mean passionately kissed me showing me all of her love. I couldn't help myself. I kissed her back until I felt my thighs getting wet. It was a long kiss and left me holding her tightly and for the first time, admitting to her that I love her too.

Monica was looking at us in open-mouthed amazement.

Coffee? I asked her.

Monica was silent. She nodded yes, shut her mouth, and went to get coffee. On her way by, I slapped her ass, making her giggle. Monica, to my knowledge, has never kissed a girl or had a thought of one sexually. But when she sat down again, she told us all about the affair she had with a woman a few years ago, in graphic detail. It turns out Monica has yearned for a woman's touch ever since then.

As she told her story, I realized that I knew this woman. She was a good friend of my mom. She told my mom all of her sexual adventures, and I listened in on some of those stories. I suddenly knew a lot more about Monica than she realized. I remembered hearing what Monica was saying, from that woman's point of view. Interesting. I have to ask Mom to tell me more.

As she was talking, Courtney was hugging me, kissing me lightly here and there, and whispering to me what her mouth would love to do with my pussy. I could feel my vagina moving inside of me in response to her words and touches. Monica's story added in a sexual background of visions of pleasure. I was super turned on and desperately needed a good fuck. But for the first time in my life, I needed, really needed, to make mad passionate love to a woman. This woman is in my arms.

Monica, you need to go home now. Courtney and I are going to go make love.

We made love off and on all day. Having a woman making love to me is such a different feeling than a man.

Me bi-sexual. Who knew?