The Advantages of Being the Fifth Wheel

THE ADVANTAGES OF BEING THE FIFTH WHEEL

Derek waited patiently on the stoop of the weathered brownstone. He checked his watch yet again for must have been the umpteenth time but it was still only a couple of minutes after 3 PM. In all fairness his new friends were only late by a few minutes and he did not know why he had such a feeling in the pit of his stomach that they might not show up at all.

His live-in girlfriend Marsha had tossed in the towel only two days ago in an embarrassing scene in their favorite restaurant on Mott Street. He felt certain he would never be able to show his face there ever again. It was a real shame because they made the most delicious veal parmesan and had the tastiest tiramisu in the village.

He tried to push the thought of Marsha out of his mind. It had only been about 48 hours since her departure for parts unknown and he must have asked himself a thousand times,

“Why?”

Of course, he knew exactly why.

He had not been able to “get it up” successfully for the last few months. He was so consumed with worry that any minute they would tell him he was fired. Each morning he put on his tie and jacket and forced himself to go out the door to his 9 to 5 job down on Wall Street. It was a job he had no particular love for but would be devastated beyond belief if he should be so unfortunate as to lose it.

Marsha was not amused by his lack of penetrative powers and she berated him with a lengthy description of how some jerk called “Tony” had stuffed her with his salami every night for the last two weeks. He would not have minded too much except all of his long-time friends on Mott Street had difficulty in hiding their smiles and stifling their chuckles at his expense.

Her last parting shot hurt the most.

“I can’t forgive you for never, ever giving me the slightest hint of an orgasm!”

He tried his best to put a brick wall around those memories and did his utmost to drive the picture of Marsha’s beautiful heart-shaped ass from his mind.

He had all of his equipment on the steps next to him.

He had carefully packed his survival gear, his tiny two man tent from the Army-Navy store and the assorted necessities of roughing it in the wilderness for a three day holiday. The long planned back-packing expedition was to have included the luscious Marsha as well but he had no time to tell the others that she would not be making the trip.

He shuffled various lies in his head for excuses for her absence, but decided to tell the simple truth instead. It was probably the best course of action since one of his friends might have heard something on the after-hours grapevine.

Just then the car pulled up and he quickly strapped his gear to the luggage rack and hopped into the middle row which he had all to himself. The very large Marty and his trophy wife Cindy were up front and obviously still in the last vestiges of a heated argument. He could see the little anger darts shooting out of Cindy’s beautiful blue eyes and he was glad he was not on the receiving end.

All the way in the backseat, he saw the very distracted Bob and Carol playing “bury the finger” as they French kissed like high school sweethearts. Derek knew they were not married yet but they had almost a full year of living together under their belts. Yet, it looked like the honeymoon was not quite over.

Marty looked over his shoulder at him.

“Sorry we were running a little late, Derek my man, but Cindy had to go back for her frigging sunglasses.”

Derek figured that was the source of the conflict between the two but the hostility seemed to be a bit more deep seated than just forgetting a pair of sunglasses.

“Marsha is not going to be able to go with us, guys! She is kind of in a “finding myself” mode right now and is probably halfway to Cleveland.”

Marty just grunted and Derek took that as meaning he didn’t really give a shit.

Cindy on the other hand leaned over the back of the seat and looked over the top of her sunglasses at Derek. She pushed back her long sweeping blond hair and he saw a flash of her pink tongue touching the slightly wet looking lips only inches from his face.

“That’s terrible news, Derek, you must be devastated. I always felt Marsha was not good enough for you.”

Bob was totally focused on keeping Carol’s fingers wrapped around his fat little cock in the back seat. She looked up at Derek and knew he could see her jerking her live-in partner off like a street corner tramp.

Carol smiled apologetically for the sensuous tableau. In fact, it was confirmation that the stupid prick Bob was just using her again just like he always did. He usually bragged to Marty and Derek about how submissive Carol was and that he could get her to take it in the pussy, ass or mouth anytime he wanted. Derek never mentioned it to him but his very own Marsha had already rubbed it in his face about how she got down on her knees for Marty whenever he and Carol came over for dinner. He was so naïve he never suspected a thing amiss. Once or twice, he did notice her lipstick had been mussed but he figured it was just her habit of eating with a lot of gusto. In all honesty, Derek knew he could not blame him at all because he knew his horny girlfriend probably initiated the oral activities.

The bemused Derek heard Bob groan and saw Carol use some tissues to scoop up all of his creamy cum. She had some on her bare knees and he saw her just rub it in like it was some kind of sunscreen.

They had just barely gotten out of the city when Cindy pleaded with Marty to stop the car so she could “pee pee”. The way she kind of whispered it in a secret way made Derek’s cock jump to attention. He was a little surprised because his cock had been sort of dormant for quite a while.

After several miles of whining, Marty finally stopped the car and went to the back to get a beer from the cooler. Cindy got out of the car right away but paused with a quizzical glance back at all of us.

Poor Cindy was holding her knees together but seemed a little fearful of going into the heavy brush on the side of the road to take care of business. Derek could tell she was wondering if it was safe to ask Marty to accompany her and watch out for any dangerous animals without his normal “blowing off steam” routine.

He went over to her and told her,

“There is probably no problem at all but I will cover your back while you squat down over there.”

Cindy looked up at Derek with relief and skipped over to the little hidden clearing behind the bushes. She was in such dire straits that she quickly pulled down her tight jeans and her frilly little thong right in front of him and let loose with a satisfied sigh.

Derek felt his member start to rise almost immediately and the feeling was so nice to be in the land of happy stiff cocks once again. Cindy peeked over her shoulder and took in the unmistakable bulge of a rampant cock straining to be released from confinement.

She smiled up at him suddenly aware that her naked behind was in full view and that her stream of piddle was wetting the leaves under her feet. A sound in the tall grass made her straighten up in startled fear and her still running stream accidently crossed Derek’s bare leg with a wet and unexpected splash of golden liquid.

“Oh, dear me, I am ever so sorry Derek. I am such a nasty girl. I deserve to be spanked for doing that to you. Something frightened me over there.”

She pointed to the grass and they both saw a garden snake winding its way back into the deep brush. Cindy squatted down on her haunches again and tried to clean Derek’s leg of her liquid gift. She had not pulled up her pants as yet and he could see the nicely trimmed bush covering her protruding camel-toe lips. Some drops of liquid still dripped from the matted wisps of hair.

Derek patted the top of Cindy’s head and said,

“That’s all right, Cindy. I really don’t mind at all. In fact, it was a real turn-on for me. But you better get those panties and jeans back in place before Marty sees us together like this.”

Cindy did just that and whispered in Derek’s ear,

“I don’t care. I know he was fucking Marsha’s mouth from the very first time we went to your house. He used to tell me that she could take it a lot better than me and swallowed a whole lot better just so I would give him a better blowjob. I wanted to tell you but you seemed so much in love.”

She reached down and stroked his rampant cock inside his trousers until he was almost ready to shoot his load. The sound of the others calling for them made them stop and run back to the car before anyone suspected some hanky-panky was taking place in the bushes.

When Derek got back in the car, he saw that Bob and Carol had advanced to a form of semi-lap sitting with Carol’s ample ass hidden under a spread that covered her almost certain anal impalement.

The look in Carol’s eyes was so sensuous that he felt some dribbles of pre-cum start to leak from the tip of his throbbing cock. Bob’s face was hidden in her long flowing hair and he barely moved a muscle as Carol slowly rode his cock to a satisfying milking of all his creamy cum. Derek could see the panic in her eyes when the spurts shot forcefully into her willing rectum. Carol was obviously a girl who fully appreciated the joys of anal sex.

The very first campsite was next to a nice clear blue lake and even had some extensive bands of clean sand on the edge that gave it the appearance of being an actual beach. They all changed into their swim suits and decided to have a nice swim before eating dinner.

Derek was pleasantly surprised to see Carol wearing a very skimpy bikini that revealed her plump camel-toe and buried its string deep in her ass cleft. When she bent over, he could see her recently impaled brown eye quivering like a tempting wink of passion.

Both Bob and Marty decided to break out their fishing tackle and he declined by saying he was far too tired to help out.

He stretched out on the blanket and was joined by both Carol and Cindy sharing the only blanket big enough for use on the beach or for a picnic. He was on his stomach but his cock was pulsating with desire at the touch of both girls’ naked legs on his torso. Carol turned sideways as if to talk to Cindy on his other side. She pressed her delicately shaped pussy mound hard into his hip and rubbed it very slowly with an almost imperceptible humping motion. Derek knew the devious girl was getting off in a most conniving and slutty way. Cindy was totally unaware of Carol’s activities and was also face down on the blanket. She grasped Derek’s right hand and pushed it under her body until his palm was cupping her partially exposed female slit. A close inspection would reveal the clenching ass cheeks driving her dripping wet pussy down onto Derek’s willing fingers. He played a happy tune on her vibrating clitoris and ventured deep inside her pretty pink vagina.

Soon both females were approaching the ultimate release of a satisfying orgasm.

Carol’s orgasm was entirely covert and she made not the slightest sound or visible movement with the possible exception of a sudden rigid stiffness that made her entire body as hard as a board.

On the other side, Cindy’s orgasm was more observable because she let off a series of little whimpering gasps that filled Derek with apprehension Carol would become aware of her orgasmic delight.

The shouts of the two returning fishermen made them all sit up with sudden guilt and a fear that their individual desires would be discovered.

It will be interesting to see how the nighttime fun and games might include poor Derek as the unattached fifth wheel in this erotically charged camping trip. Chapter 2 will include Derek’s unexpected threesome in a two man tent.