Day 5 Thursday
Ken called a camp meeting after breakfast. “Does anyone have any regrets about last night?”
I admitted, “At the time, I wasn’t crazy about the idea of the girls holding me down and my wife feeding me your cum.”
Karen leaned across the table and gave me a sweet little kiss. “You didn’t seem to mind very much when it was my pussy you were cleaning up.”
“Okay, you got me there. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected. Now that I’ve experienced the pleasure it gives the ladies, I just might do it again. I’ve always enjoyed the way my mustache smelled like Cindy’s pussy the morning after eating her out. This morning was a new adventure. My mustache not only smelled like pussy, it also had dried cum in it.”
The wives did a quick high-five. Ken continued, “At the risk of ruining our friendship or my marriage, I have to say that for me, last night was super hot. Does anyone have any reason to discontinue what we started last night?”
Cindy put on her butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth expression. “Why, what would you be talking about, Sir?”
Ken actually blushed, cleared his throat, and tried to give as well as he got. “My dear lady, would you once again do me the honor of allowing me access ‘neath your petticoats?”
Cindy countered, “Dear Sir, whatever are you suggesting?”
Karen burst out laughing. “Come on, Cindy. Can he fuck you again?”
“And Ken, what would your poor wife be doing while we do the horizontal tango?” Cindy asked.
Karen lightly punched Cindy’s arm. “Stupid. I’d be fucking your husband senseless. What do you think?”
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Our norm for lunches was for just one of us to set up lunch and someone else to do the cleanup. This day, it was Karen’s turn to fix lunch. Cindy suggested a nice stew for lunch then grabbed Ken and me.
Dragging us to the tent, she announced loudly, “That should keep Karen busy for a while. Come on, boys. I need a couple cocks, and I need them now.”
Karen said, “Cindy, you slut. This is just like high school, except then you fucked everything in pants one at a time. Be sure to leave some for me. I will get even.”
“I learned it all from you. You even got my steady junior year.”
Since we were all naked, it didn’t take long to get down to business. Cindy stacked the sleeping bags on top of each other and kneeled on them. “That should be more comfortable. Now bring me those cocks, unless you don’t want them sucked.”
Neither of us could resist the invitation. I got there first, but she started with Ken, licking all around the head and behind the ridge until he moaned. Then she grabbed my cock and repeated the process with me. With both of us quite hard, she switched back and forth every minute or two.
Satisfied with the results, she got on her hands and knees. “Ken, fuck my horny pussy. Hubby, put your cock back in my mouth.”
Who was I to complain? Cindy’s blowjobs were always good. It was even better with the visual of her getting fucked. On top of that, her enhanced excitement and the movement from the fucking took it to an unbelievable new level. Her moans produced a vibration that drove my cock wild. I was getting close to cumming. Really close.
Cindy pulled away and said, “I’m almost there. Ken, fuck me harder and cum in me.”
Ken turned into a machine. He pumped her pussy like the piston on a steam locomotive at top speed, and his breathing made a matching sound. I don’t know how he did it, but the pounding lasted another ten minutes, while Cindy came three times.
Then he shouted, “Dam it! I’m cumming!” He shuddered and collapsed behind her.
Cindy spun around. “Okay, Hubby. You can have sloppy seconds. Don’t take too long. Lunch should be almost ready.”
It was a good thing she said that because I was still really close. I slid into the wettest, slipperiest, hottest pussy I had ever fucked. About fifty strokes later, I added my cum to Ken’s in her already drenched pussy just as Karen announced lunch. The three of us made our way to the table. Karen said, “Cindy, don’t you dare sit on our chairs. As a matter of fact, with all the cum you’re dripping, you ought to eat standing up.”
Ken, ever the gentleman, said, “My momma would’a smacked me up side o’ the head if I ever let a lady stand for a meal. Cindy, may I be allowed the honor of remedying your untidy situation? Please come into the tent briefly and sit on my face.”
“Why, thank you, sir. I’m sure that the stew can tolerate a few minutes delay.”
With that, they disappeared into the tent. Karen and I looked at each other, and both broke out laughing. Ten minutes later, they joined us at the lunch table with no cum dripping from Cindy. However, there was some on Ken’s nose and chin.
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After lunch, we took the boat out and did some sightseeing. We got to an isolated cove, and Karen suggested waterskiing. Actually, what she said was, “There’s nobody around. Who’s up for some nude waterskiing?” The three swimmers in our group all said yes. That left me to drive the boat. Not that I complained. I liked driving the boat, and once again, I’d get to watch our wives naked.