It had been a few months since that first camping trip where we’d finally crossed the line and fucked people we weren’t married to. After that, the floodgates opened. We’d been meeting up regularly. In the last two months, I’d had more sex with Liam than with Evan. I caught myself craving him. Craving the way he took control, the way I came so hard I could barely stand afterwards.

We’d agreed on new rules. This wasn’t a green light to fuck whoever we fancied. We only did it as a group, everyone involved, no sneaking off, no private quickies. That was the deal.

When we planned another camping trip, I was buzzing. Secluded, deep in the woods, with no one to hear us. Jess, Liam and Evan were heading up early to set up camp. I had to work late, then make my own way.

Except an hour before I finished, my phone lit up. It was from Liam: Change of plan. I got caught up at work, too. Don’t bother with a taxi. I’ll pick you up.

My stomach flipped. There was no rule against him giving me a lift. But the thought of being alone with him made my pulse quicken. There was an odd sense of guilt, like I was having an affair, even though I knew Evan was enjoying this as much as I was.

When I walked out and saw his car. He climbed out, grinning at me. “Evening, trouble.”

I walked over, gave him a kiss on the cheek and climbed in, my work skirt riding high. His eyes dipped to my legs straight away. We talked about nothing, but the silences stretched, thick with everything we weren’t saying. His hand brushed my thigh when he changed gear. I didn’t move it.

Every so often, our eyes met. Each time, I thought about his hands on my hips, his cock slamming into me, and the way his voice went rough when I clenched around him. From the look on his face, he was picturing it too.

By the time we had left the city, my knickers were damp. My heart thudded when his gaze lingered on my chest as I adjusted my seatbelt. I let my skirt slip higher, pretending to get comfortable.

“Looking forward to tonight?” I asked, keeping my tone light.

His smirk deepened. “Thinking about it already.” I could tell he was more than thinking about it. I could see that, just like me, he was craving it. Desperate for it. Something about fucking him was so much more thrilling than sex with Evan had been recently. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but I knew who it was that was in my mind when I daydreamt. I knew whose cock I pictured when I was alone and fingering myself. It was not my husband.

My pulse quickened, heat twisting in my gut. I tried to focus on the road ahead, on anything but him, but my eyes kept straying to the way his shirt stretched over his shoulders, the veins running along his forearms. I told myself to behave. The rules were clear. I was married.

But rules had a way of feeling less important when Liam was around. It’s not like we hadn’t bent the rules before, and everyone had enjoyed themselves then.

We’d be at the campsite soon anyway. We’d be naked and fucking before the hour was out. So what did it matter if we… warmed up? I swallowed hard, thighs pressing together as another wave of want rolled through me.

My hand moved before I’d made a decision. I set it on his knee, light at first, just resting there. His leg tensed under my palm, but he didn’t say a word. Slowly, I let my fingers slide higher, tracing over the denim until I felt the swell of him pressing against the fabric.

Liam’s jaw tightened. Still no protest.

“We’re not supposed to do this,” he murmured.

“Then tell me to stop. If you can.”

We both knew he wouldn’t.

My fingers worked at his fly, pulling down the zip until the bulge of his cock was freed from the denim. He shifted in his seat to help me, his breathing heavier now. I wrapped my delicate fingers around him, giving him a little squeeze.

A low groan escaped him as my thumb traced his tip, slick with the first bead of pre-cum. “Fuck, Sophie.”

I started stroking him slowly, feeling him swell even more in my grip. Every pass of my hand made my clit throb.

“This is bad,” I whispered, though my wrist kept moving.

“Feels fucking good though,” he muttered, his hips lifting slightly to meet my strokes.

It did. God, it did. My body was buzzing, my nipples tight against my bra, my cunt aching. I thought about leaning over, taking him in my mouth, and tasting him on my tongue. I could almost taste him already.

The car’s engine hummed beneath us, but all I could hear was his breathing growing ragged. I tightened my grip, pumping him harder, my thumb swirling over his slick head.

I glanced up at his face. His eyes were locked on the road, but his jaw was set, his nostrils flaring. A muscle twitched in his cheek. He was barely holding it together.

I leaned closer, letting my breath fan over him, watching his cock twitch in my grip. My strokes stayed slow, savoring the silky slide of his skin over the heat beneath. The scent of him was already filling the close air, that deep, musky smell that made my mouth water.

I tightened my grip, squeezing him gently at the base before sliding up again, my fingers wrapping around every thick inch. The head flared wider in my hand, slicker now, my thumb circling the tip with just enough pressure to make his breath hitch.

My wrist worked in a steady rhythm, the wet glide getting easier with every stroke. 

Liam’s right hand left the wheel for a second, covering mine, guiding my stroke a little faster before letting go again. His knuckles were white where he gripped the wheel. I could tell he was fighting not to close his eyes.

I gave in to my desires. Evan wouldn’t mind. I had to taste Liam; I couldn’t stop myself. We were just warming up. No harm done.

I leaned closer, my lips just grazing the head. His hips twitched, and he shot me a quick glance. He didn’t stop me. My tongue flicked over the slick tip, tasting the sharp salt of him. He swore under his breath, his hand tightening on the wheel.

When I wrapped my lips around him, the car swerved slightly. He corrected instantly, but his chest rose faster, his knuckles still white.

I took him slow at first, letting him feel every inch as my mouth slid down his length until the head nudged the back of my throat. I held there for a beat, swallowing around him, feeling the deep, satisfying throb in my mouth.

I pulled back with a wet suck, my fist twisting at the base, then went down again, faster this time. My saliva coated him, making every stroke slicker. The car filled with the sound of me sucking him, each wet slide matched by the low, rough noises coming from his chest.

“Jesus, Sophie, you’re gonna make me cum,” he muttered, his voice tight.

That only made me take him deeper, working the tip of my tongue around the ridge at the base of his head, my hand pumping faster. His hips began to move with me, shallow thrusts that pushed him further into my mouth each time.

When his thighs tensed under my other hand and his breathing turned ragged, I knew he was right there.

When Liam yanked the wheel and pulled us hard onto the verge, my first thought was that he was about to tell me to stop before it went too far. Instead, he killed the engine, shoved his door open, and barked, “Out. Now.”

I hesitated for half a heartbeat, but my body was already moving. The cold, damp air hit me as I stepped out. He was around the bonnet in seconds, grabbing my hand without a word.

The forest floor was soft underfoot, the smell of moss and rain filling my head as he pulled me deeper into the trees. I’d told myself in the car that I was just teasing him, just warming us both up for when we got to camp. I hadn’t planned for this. But I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. I was as desperate for this as he was.

Before I could finish my rationalisation, his back was to a tree, his hands on my face, and his mouth crashing into mine. I felt his cock, still heavy and hard, pressed between us. My fingers were back on it without thinking, my pulse hammering.

He stepped in closer, one big hand gripping the nape of my neck, the other sliding under my top, under my bra, pushing them up until the cold air hit my bare chest. His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I moaned into his mouth. 

My skirt was down before I realised I’d even unzipped it. He’d shoved it down, his palm dragging over the wet heat between my thighs through my knickers. I gasped, clinging to him as he pushed the damp fabric aside and slid his fingers over my bare slit.

“Liam, we said we shouldn’t do this.” I breathed, but my hips were already rolling into his touch.

“Then stop me,” he murmured.

I didn’t. He knew I wouldn’t.

Somehow his clothes were gone too; I couldn’t tell you if he undressed or I tore them off him. All I knew was that his skin was hot against mine, his cock pressing insistently at my entrance as my back hit the rough bark. My knickers were still hooked around one ankle when he lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one smooth, hungry thrust.

The rules were gone. The guilt would come later. Right now, I wanted every inch of him.

The first thrust stole the breath from my lungs. My back was pressed hard into the tree, bark scraping my shoulder blades, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was Liam, thick and deep inside me, filling me so completely my toes curled.

His hips drove into me, fast and unrelenting, his grip bruising my thigh where he held it hooked over his arm. Every slam of his body made my tits bounce, my breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled into my neck, his breath hot, his words vibrating through me. His other hand clamped around my arse, yanking me down to meet every stroke.

I clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, feeling the raw power in every thrust. My cunt was gripping him greedily, slick spilling down my thighs with each movement. It was too much and not enough all at once.

“This is wrong,” I gasped, but the words were swallowed by a moan as he hit that perfect spot again.

“Yeah… and you love it,” he rasped, biting my earlobe.

God help me, I did. I loved the fact that we’d promised we wouldn’t, and here we were, fucking hard against a tree before we’d even reached camp. The fact it was forbidden made it so much hotter.

His pace was savage now, hips snapping forward, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the quiet woods. My head tipped back, mouth open, every nerve lit up as the coil in my belly tightened fast.

“Liam! I’m gonna,” I couldn’t finish before it hit me. My whole body jerked, my cunt clenching hard around him as I came, the orgasm ripping through me in waves.

He didn’t slow. His thrusts grew almost desperate, his breathing ragged in my ear. I felt him swell inside me, his rhythm faltering.

“Gonna fill you,” he groaned, “Gonna fill your fucking cunt with so much fucking cum!” I moaned and clenched around him, milking him.

He slammed into me one final time, holding me tight against him as he spilt deep inside. I could feel every pulse of it, the heat spreading through me.

We stayed like that for a moment, our chests heaving, his cock still buried inside me, my leg trembling in his grip. Then reality started to seep back in, and we both knew what we’d done.

“We shouldn’t have,” I whispered, still catching my breath.

The air felt cooler once we’d stepped out from the trees, but my skin was still burning. My thighs were shaky, and every step reminded me exactly what we’d just done. I could feel his cum sitting heavy inside me, warm and wet, and it was impossible to ignore.

It was more than just a physical sensation. It sat there in me like a brand, like proof. A reminder that I’d crossed a line so cleanly drawn in our rules. We were only meant to do this together. Not separately. What was worse is I knew if given the chance I would do it again.

Liam didn’t say much as we picked our way back to the car. He was breathing steadier now, but his hand brushed mine a couple of times, and I didn’t know if it was an accident or intentional.

Sliding into the passenger seat, I felt it again, that slick heat between my legs, and my cunt twitched in betrayal. My body didn’t care that I’d basically cheated on my husband. My mind did. The sharp edge of reality was digging in now.

Evan was going to look at me tonight, maybe kiss me in front of Jess, and have no idea that Liam had already been inside me. No idea that I’d taken every drop of him before we’d even set foot in the campsite.

I stared out the window as the trees blurred past, brooding, my jaw tight. I turned the whole thing over in my head, whether I should tell him, whether I even could. What if I didn’t? Could I pretend it hadn’t happened?

I crossed my legs, more to keep from thinking about the slickness there than to get comfortable. Liam drove in silence, the tension thick between us, both of us knowing exactly what we’d done and what it might cost when the others found out.

By the time we pulled up, the sun was low enough to bleed gold through the trees, the air damp with the promise of night. The campsite was tucked away, the car tyres crunching quietly over the gravel until Liam killed the engine.

We could hear it almost immediately, muffled noises from the tent. A low, rhythmic moan floated on the still air, unmistakable even if I’d never heard Jess’s voice sound like that before.

Liam met my eyes. He just opened his door and started walking. I followed, my stomach flipping.

The closer we got, the clearer it became. The breathless little cries. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin. A man’s groan, deep and drawn out.

Liam pulled the zip slowly, the sound loud in the quiet woods. The flap dropped back, and we both froze.

Jess was on her knees in the middle of the tent, back arched, head thrown back. Her hair was damp and wild, her face flushed deep red. Her hands were on Evan’s thighs, holding herself steady as she bounced hard on his cock, every downward thrust making her tits lift and fall.

Evan’s head was tipped back, his mouth open, but what made my breath hitch was the mess on her face. Thick streaks of his cum still clung to her cheeks and chin, glistening under the low light, some of it dripping down onto her breasts.

She was panting hard, hips snapping fast, chasing her own release. Then, with a sharp cry, her whole body jerked, and a sudden hot spray burst from her, soaking Evan’s stomach, his balls, and the mat beneath them.

Evan groaned, gripping her hips tighter, holding her down on him while she shuddered and gushed over him again. Jess whimpered, the sound almost breaking, but she didn’t stop moving.

I stood there, my knickers still damp from Liam, watching my best friend ride my husband through a squirting orgasm with his cum still on her face. 

Jess froze mid-thrust when she saw us in the doorway. Evan’s eyes snapped open, his hands still gripping her hips. The flush on their faces shifted from pure lust to a sharp, awkward shock.

“Oh shit!” Jess scrambled off him, grabbing for the sleeping bag to cover herself. “We didn’t know you were here yet.”

Evan sat up, his cock still wet and hard, dragging the zip of his hoodie up halfway as if that would erase what we’d just walked in on. “We thought we had time. I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have.”

Liam stepped inside behind me, but I lifted my hand to stop him speaking. “Don’t. This isn’t just about tonight.”

Jess’s brows knitted. “Sophie…”

I took a deep breath. My voice came out calmer than I felt. “On the way here… Liam and I… we didn’t exactly behave ourselves either. I didn’t plan to. I didn’t mean to. But I did.”

Evan’s face tightened, and Jess’s eyes darted between the three of us.

“And this,” I said, gesturing around the tent, “isn’t any better. We said no splitting off. We said we do it together. And here you are, fucking without us.”

Liam shifted behind me, his arms crossed. Jess opened her mouth to defend herself, but I kept going.

“No one’s to blame. It’s all of us. We’re shit at following the rules. We set them, we break them. Every time. And I think…” My voice wavered, but I forced it out. “I think we should stop.”

Jess’s face fell. Evan stared at the floor.

“I’ve had more sex with Liam in the last couple of months than I have with my own husband,” I said, turning briefly toward Evan. “That can’t be healthy. Swinging was supposed to bring the spark back into our marriages. After that first time, Evan and I were at it like rabbits for days. Now? I’m just waiting until the next time I can see Liam.”

I swallowed hard. “That’s not the deal we made. And if we keep going, I think we’ll break more than just rules.”