At the end of our last tryst, a thought had occurred to me: “Would Pam want to have a threesome with me?” I sent Tyler away with that thought. He had told me all about Pam, his current girlfriend who lived in New York, including how she was bi and loved bringing other girls into their love life.

We agreed to try that the next time she visited him. Outdoors in the woods seemed safer than using one of our homes. We settled on Pine Table Mountain Forest Preserve about an hour away, and far enough that we were unlikely to run into someone we knew. It has a minimal network of trails.

On the appointed Sunday morning, I told them to wear jeans and long sleeves; we wouldn't be staying on the trails. We rendezvoused at a mall halfway there and left Tyler’s car. Tyler drove while we two girls got acquainted in the back seat - Pam in the middle, me on the right - acquainted through raised shirts and open jeans, that is. I welcomed Pam's approach for a kiss and her playful tongue. I loved it when she pulled my sweatshirt up past my boobs and unclipped my bra. I had to catch up as her kisses moved to my neck and her cool palms brushed my ripples. Pam's areolas were swollen under my touch.

We were already breathing heavily when she opened my jeans and pulled everything down to my knees. She let me do the same for her. Pam is darker than I am, a Mediterranean look with black hair and large brown areolas. She must have used Nair because her pussy and bush area were silky smooth. I get by with a razor to remove my light brown fuzz. It wasn't long before our cunts were filled with plunging fingers.

As our play got louder, Tyler complained, "No fair, girls," as if he hadn't known exactly what would happen. Pam reached between the front seats and gave his cock a few tugs with her free hand. "Focus on driving," she commanded.

Minutes later, our play was interrupted by a blast from a semi's horn. Tyler had lingered beside him to let him see the show. The language that assaulted Tyler as he sped away was not the sort you expect to hear from two respectable ladies like Pam and me.

Parked at a favorite trailhead, we applied bug spray to our wrists, ankles, faces and necks. We followed a trail a mile or so in over rough terrain. I led us off the trail through forest trees 'til we came upon a shady clearing uphill from a gurgling stream. I took a sheet from my pack and spread it out on the soft forest floor.

After we undressed and piled our clothes nearby, we girls applied more bug spray to Tyler's naked body. Tyler quipped, "I hope my cock and your pussies will be safe unprotected." Then Pam and I stood tit-to-tit spraying and rubbing the smelly liquid all over each other's skin. Having bug spray rubbed on your boobs's is nowhere near as erotic as soap in a shower, but it was enough to get us aroused. We all used wipes to clean our hands.

As we finished, Pam and I pulled each other together, kissing while Tyler stood beside us. We took turns freeing a hand to take care of his cock while the other hand pleasured tits and cunts. As our fingers found their way up our vaginas, Tyler's fingers rimmed our butt holes.

Pam's peak was cumming first, so Tyler leaned her against a nice smooth beech tree and plunged his shaft into her pussy. I hadn't seen another couple have sex since well before I married. I ringed Tyler's slippery cock with a finger and thumb while I twisted one of her nipples with the other. As she screamed out with her first climax, an owl flapped away from a nearby tree.

Tyler wasn't finished, however. He backed me against the same tree. I rolled my pussy forward for him to enter. He plunged in and out and fingered my clit. Pam played with my tit. My orgasm blossomed a few minutes later. I felt his ejaculation begin inside. Halfway through, he pulled out and shot the rest onto Pam's leg. She rubbed it around and licked her hand. I took some out of my own pussy and tasted our shared juices.

It was time to break for lunch. I emptied paper plates, cups, napkins, and a large bottle of wine out of my pack. Egg salad sandwiches, cooled by an ice pack, came out next.

As I poured Pam's wine, I told her, "You're so beautiful. I can't wait to eat you." She pushed two fingers between her legs and offered them to my mouth. "Mmm," I responded. I reciprocated.

Then I held up my cup and said, "Here's a toast to Tyler's dick, which Pam and I love."

"Here, here," Pam joined in.

"Here's a toast to my two favorite pussies. May they always be wet," Tyler came back.

We were hungry enough to finish the sandwiches and wine before we resumed the business that brought us there.

"I want to watch you two, first," he said.

Pam pushed me down onto my back and crawled over me for kissing. Our hands cupped each other’s breasts. Pam pressed her pubic bone against mine and ground them together. I rocked against her - it felt so good. I brought my knees up to make the pressure stronger. Then she slid one leg under my knee and put the other leg beside me. We pressed our cunts together and roused our clits with heavy rubbing motion.

I'm sure Tyler's cum found its way between her labia. He stood next to her and offered his cock to her mouth. She took it deep and sucked hard as our orgasms built down below. Our grunts and moans grew louder. But before any of us could climax, Pam pulled away and, on her knees, crawled between my legs. Tyler drove his cock into her as she licked my thighs, drove two fingers into my sloppy cunt, and sucked my pussy lips. Her tongue on my clit brought my climax. Her hand between her legs and Tyler's pounding brought hers.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” he exclaimed.

Scissoring like we had just done was new to me; my experience with other girls predated the education available from modern internet porn. But honestly, I think it did more for our male voyeur than it did for me. I was glad when we moved on.

We broke apart and fell gasping onto the sheet. I quickly recovered and moved between Pam's legs. Her vagina oozed Tyler's jelly. I had to have some. I lapped up every drop on the outside and pushed my tongue deep inside for more. Then I worked on her bud.

Watching this was enough to get Tyler ready again. Behind me, he slid his tip up and down my slit before driving it deep inside me. But he had other ideas. I felt spit land on my asshole. That, my love juices, and what was left of his cum from earlier provided the lubrication he needed to ease his shaft into my ass.

Two fingers in Pam's cunt, my other hand on mine, and Tyler's work in my rear brought us all to climax. As he let go in my ass, his cock glided in and out even easier. Then it shrank and popped out.

On the trip home, Pam drove the first half. Tyler fucked me in the back seat. Then it was my turn to drive and listen to him and Pam go at it. Seat belts be damned.

Despite using wipes in a gas station rest room, I still needed to hide the remaining evidence of our adventure when I got home. "Don't touch me, Brandon," I told my husband. "I fell against a tree covered with poison ivy. I need to put my clothes in the washer and take a shower before I give you a rash."

After I had cleaned away any evidence of my forest adventure, I yelled out, "It's lonely in here, Brandon." It turned out he was just outside the bathroom, already naked and aroused. Later, I made a point of wiping off the “poison ivy oils” in my car.