Fishing with my husband

This happened a couple of months ago. At first, I was worried, tormented by my conscience, but then I calmed down and now I'm even glad things turned out this way. So, let me tell you everything in order.

We live a very ordinary life. My husband is always working, building his business, and I stay at home with our two kids. And it would be fine, but when you have twins, there's absolutely no free time, and the daily, repetitive routine is terribly depressing. Add to that living in a small town where there's nowhere to go, and I haven't made any friends since we moved. In short, it's utter boredom. My husband found an outlet in fishing. He registered on

some fishing forum and about once a month gets in the car and leaves for two or three days with other fishermen from the site to an unknown destination. That's what would have happened this time too, but his mother came to visit with a specific intention—to dote on her grandchildren. And I suddenly had four whole free days ahead. I won't go into details, but to make it short, after much persuasion, my husband allowed me to come with him. And before we left, we had a serious talk:

—First of all, you need to understand you're going into a male company, and not everyone there is a hardcore fisherman, so some go just to relax and might drink the whole time. And on the first day, as a rule, everyone drinks, gets acquainted, and just has a good time, sometimes even with prostitutes, but that's rare.

—With prostitutes?—my mouth even dropped open in surprise, and a second thought didn't even have time to form before I voiced it:

—And you too?

—No, of course not! I go to fish, although on the first day I do drink along with everyone. It's a tradition. Don't worry, I warned everyone I'd be with my wife. I asked them to keep it clean this time, they should listen. Although half will be new guys, I can't vouch for them, that's why I warned you.

The sun was shining brighter than ever. Even for July, it was very hot. After five hours in the car, we finally arrived. A huge river with dense forest on both banks. Birds singing. We even saw a hare while driving through the forest. It felt like we had stepped into the past, where there's no civilization, and nature is still untouched by humans. Only nine SUVs and just as many tents on the shore suggested otherwise.

After settling on the shore, making sure I couldn't be seen from our camp, I took off my sundress and panties, applied sunscreen, and lay down right by the water. The excitement demanded an immediate release. Before this, of course, I had secretly pleasured myself occasionally when we went without sex for a long time, but what was happening now... My fingers had just started massaging my clit when I was already shaking from an overwhelming orgasm. Then, probably due to the early start, I drifted into sleep. I dreamed something thrilling, exciting, and suddenly a sharp splash of water literally jolted me out of it. Raising my head, I saw a boat about fifteen meters away with those young guys sitting in it, staring at me without blinking. It took me about ten seconds to realize my fingers were still on my clit. These were incredible, previously unknown sensations. Shame, fear, and excitement all mixed together. I shyly covered my pussy with my palm and felt myself getting aroused again. A dull ache started in my lower abdomen, and my fingers became wet once more.

—"Well, this is too much," flashed through my mind.

—"Time to stop."

Although honestly, I really didn't want to stop, but common sense stubbornly insisted otherwise. In the end, I stretched as if no one was around, stood up turning my ass to the "audience," slowly and gracefully bent over for my sundress, and just as leisurely put it on. Then I demonstratively picked up my panties, tossed them onto the blanket, gathered it in my arms, and headed towards the camp, smiling goodbye to the guys, who still hadn't moved. The whole way, I could only think about sex. I hadn't felt sensations like this since my student days. The excitement was just off the charts. But when I got back, it turned out my husband, along with most of the group, had gone to set nets, leaving two men in charge who were cooking, gathering firewood, and, judging by the characteristic clinking sounds from the water, chilling alcohol. There was nothing to do. I couldn't just sit in the tent waiting for him. porn stories So I quickly pulled on sweatpants and a turtleneck, as it was getting dark and mosquitoes were starting to appear, and went to help the guys with cooking. So the rest of the day passed with mundane chores.

—"Kolya, could you come here?"

The guys' conversation immediately stopped.

He got up and silently approached.

—"You're freezing, you're all tense. Hang on."—he rushed to the fire and a moment later returned with a large down jacket.

—"Take yours off. Put this one on, it was by the fire, you'll warm up quickly."—and taking the edges of my jacket, he quickly opened it to take it off. I only had time to shout, "Oh," as Kolya was already looking at my chest. I started shaking all over. Wrapping myself up, I quietly said:

—"Walk me to the toilet"—and turning around, I trudged through the bushes. A couple of seconds later, the down jacket was draped over my shoulders.

—"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to in front of them"—he began clumsily.

—"Oh, calm down and stand next to me."—I squatted down and peed. The words "in front of them" were spinning in my head.

—"So what, if it wasn't in front of them, your conscience wouldn't bother you?"—I said, standing up and pulling up my pants.

—"It doesn't bother me anyway"—a voice sounded from behind, and a hand slid between my legs. The second one went under my jacket and grabbed my breast. Hot lips started kissing my neck; I had neither the strength nor the desire to resist, but the moral norms deeply ingrained in my mind wouldn't let me relax.

—"Stop! No! You can't! My husband! People."—I tried to cover my pussy by squatting down.

—"Oh, come on. We heard how your husband shot you down. And you weren't against it during the day, and now you're all wet."—he said and tried to shove two fingers into my pussy.

—"No!"—I twisted away. I was overcome with anger and resentment from such rudeness. Not only was he coming onto me, but they had all been eavesdropping. But strong hands grabbed me from behind by the waist, and after a jerk, I found myself on all fours with my pants down, my bare ass pressed against this jerk. He tore the down jacket off me and threw it in front of me. Then, ignoring my resistance, he pulled my hands behind my back and pressed down. I cried out in pain and fell with my chest onto the jacket.

—"Quiet, quiet. We don't want to wake the whole camp. After all, your husband would definitely wonder: what are you doing here with me half-naked?!"

With these words, Kolya unzipped his fly, thrust into me sharply, and without stopping, started pounding in a furious rhythm. I wouldn't say he was huge, but calling him average would be a stretch. The sensations were fantastic. He had already let go of my hands, grabbing my hips instead, but I still lay there with my face buried in the down jacket, moaning and biting a piece of the fabric. This went on for about five minutes until a wave of orgasm washed over me completely. I was shaking like never before. And a minute later, he pulled out his piston and growled. Before I could recover, another cock was inserted into me. And again, a furious pace. Of course, I understood it was someone else, but there was no point in resisting, nor any desire.

—"Look, she really is a worker. I didn't believe it."—a voice sounded from somewhere to the side.—"Thought the guys were lying. That's good, since it's your fault we were forbidden to bring whores, you'll have to make up for them."

—"No, guys, please don't."—I said, interrupted by the thrusts from behind.

—"Too late. Should have thought earlier."—said the same voice very close by. I turned my head to look at the speaker, but in the shadow of the trees, only the outline of a body was visible. And the next moment, someone took my head and put a cock in my mouth. From behind, a cock was pulled out sharply, and someone groaned.

—"The second one,"—I thought. It should all be over quickly.

The next one shoved fingers into my pussy, rubbed my clit, and pulling them out, lubricated my anal ring. I tensed up and moaned. Anal sex was very rare for us and only at my husband's request.

—"That's great, bear with it a little."—with these words, he started entering my ass. Credit where it's due, he did it carefully, and within a couple of minutes, he was fucking me with full force.

—"No, well, that's not fair."—declared the one who was giving it to me in the mouth.—"Come on, lift up a bit."—he lifted me up and crawled underneath. Immediately, I felt a second cock being inserted into my vagina. A moan escaped my chest. And then they fucked me like the last whore. Moreover, I was wrong about the first two. Very soon, they were ready for a second round, and everything started all over again. They simply used me instead of a prostitute, and although they did everything carefully, no one asked for my opinion. The awareness of all this excited me even more, making me come over and over. The carousel of men, whose faces I no longer looked at, just went on and on. The guys kept coming up with something new; once they even managed to enter me three at once—two in the pussy and one in the ass, and I restored the fourth with a blowjob, which was very difficult because I kept wanting to clench my teeth. I can't say when the guys finally ran out of steam, but when they led me out of the woods by my arms, the sky was beginning to lighten. Opening the tent, they carefully laid my exhausted body next to my husband, and I fell into a deep sleep.

Morning began unexpectedly. My husband, not having been satisfied the night before, woke up with a hard-on and, without thinking twice, decided to immediately perform his marital duty. As a result, he discovered the aftermath of yesterday's entertainment. Seeing my swollen and clearly overworked holes, he woke me up. Despite the extreme fatigue, the solution to the problem came immediately.

—"And you're accusing me?!"—I put on a stern face.

—"You got drunk to an animal state last night and used me in every hole despite my pleas to stop, and now you're pretending you don't remember anything?! Be glad I didn't leave in the night, I only managed to fall asleep near morning."

What followed were apologies, quick packing, and a trip home due to an urgent need to visit a pharmacy. Although we really did need to go, I was most afraid of meeting my nighttime lovers because I didn't know how they would behave, and I just felt uneasy. So that's how my marital fidelity ended.