The Motel

It was in the middle of the night, and like usual, I was enjoying squirting my load into my sleeping wife. I have habitually done this once or twice a night, almost every night, for the last twenty years. She is so used to it that she doesn't even wake up anymore. She sometimes remembers it in the morning, sometimes doesn't. And she always enjoys the feeling of waking up full of cum.

That night, we were staying at a riverside motel with friends. It was a simple room with two queen beds, a dresser with a TV, and an open closet. We stayed there often with friends over the years as it had a good boat dock on the river. My friend had the hots for my wife, and they always flirted a lot and played grab ass on every trip to the river. His very flirty wife was a drunkard and had what she called black-out weekends. She would get so drunk that she sometimes couldn't remember the whole weekend. She was constantly horny and bragged about how easy it was to get a man to put his cock into her. Her favorite hat boldly said CUM DUMP on it. He let her drink and ignored her while trying to get his hands under my wife's tiny swimsuit.

My wife loved to flirt but, like always, never allowed his fingers to stray under her swimsuit crotch. While he flirted with my wife, he had tunnel vision and never took his eyes off her. He, of course, was fully aware that I was watching, and that fueled his horny flirting greatly. So, with my wife's permission, it was easy to fuck his sorta drunk and mostly nude wife many, many times over the years, usually in my boat with my wife watching from only a few feet away. He never cared to notice. His wife eagerly accepted my cock, drunk or not, over the years. She always loves touching it. My wife and I thought they were fun friends to take to the river with us.

My wife was sleeping on her side like she often does. We were all naked and sleeping without even sheets over us. It was hot as fuck that night. His wife was on her back, snoring softly, and he was laying on his side, back to his wife, and looking at my wife stroking his cock while we all slept. I was on the other side of my wife, spooning her with my cock snuggled between her damp ass cheeks. When I woke up wanting to pee in the middle of the night, my cock easily slid into her slightly wet vagina as I looked over her to see him watching.

He motioned for me to raise her leg so he could see. His face pleaded for me to comply.

I smiled to myself and just raised her ass cheek, spreading them apart so I could get in deeper to unload. Even simi asleep, my wife's vagina was eagerly aware of my penis sliding within its dampness. Deep inside, her vagina contracted around me, gripping me tightly on each withdrawing stroke, then relaxing as I pushed back into her, her cervix pushing down hard against me as I bottomed out, followed by me experiencing her tight grip once again. She wasn't deeply asleep and got wetter with every stroke. Gathering her by the thigh, raising it high, and fully exposing her sex to his eager eyes, she arched back into me as I unloaded my balls. She knew he was watching and loved to tease him.

Then I got up to pee. As I'm standing there with the door open peeing, he puts his hand on my shoulder and says,

"Dude! Six strokes and you were done? Fuck man, if she were my wife, I would still be out there fucking her."

Seeing my wife grin as she listened, I replied, "I had to pee. If you are brave enough, go for it."

He was out of the bathroom before I could even flush the toilet. When I returned to the bedroom, he was on the bed behind her, cock in hand and preparing to enter her vagina. His face was pure sexual excitement boiling over. He had fantasized about doing this for years. He slid his cock quickly inside and held it deeply in there for maybe twenty seconds. I could tell he was trying hard not to cum. Then he started pumping away.

I sat on the other bed and watched. He wasn't being gentle like you do when fucking someone in their sleep. He was fucking her hard like she was awake and wanting a rough fucking. I knew she would quickly fully wake up. And she did. Her eyes popped wide open, and she saw me sitting there watching and just watched my eyes as I watched her get pounded. I put my finger to my lips, indicating for her to stay silent. Then I motioned for her to pretend to stay asleep.

Years ago, I had asked her if she would ever let me watch her fuck one of the men that she enjoyed flirting with. She playfully answered with a No. Possibly someday. Maybe never. And that she enjoyed flirting, teasing, and touching but possibly could never want to fuck anyone else. Even to please me with what she teased was my 'sick fantasy' of watching her sexually. But I kept asking, of course. This was a game we played. Slowly, over the years, the idea had become more and more interesting to her. My wife loved being barely dressed or naked around men with obvious hard-ons. My wife is easily orgasmic, horny 24/7, and has zero inhibitions about having an orgasm anywhere, no matter who is around.

And now here she was, allowing me to fulfill my fantasy of watching her get fucked and doing a very believable job of pretending to stay asleep. Filling another fantasy. Well, except for her watching me. Even when he squeezed her breast too hard and twisted her nipple, she didn't complain, only raised an eyebrow. After only five minutes of pounding into her, he raised her leg high so I could watch him cum in her. He was having the thrill of a lifetime. I chuckled, thinking, 'Dude, you are so clueless.'

In the morning, his wife poured herself a drink and carried it to the bathroom to sit on the toilet. The loud sound of her peeing filled the room as I brushed my teeth while she stroked my cock. My wife was in the shower watching and talking about the late-night sex as she peed and rinsed last night's sperm and sweat from her body.

His wife was the last one to awaken. Long before she began to open her eyes, he was out fueling my boat. He was joyful and eager to get my boat out and up the river. My wife continued talking as we stepped outside, feeling the warmth of the early morning sun on our skin.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well, what? Oh, the sleep sex thing? I was too busy pretending to be asleep to enjoy it as much as I might have, but it felt good and exciting having you there watching. It did help me understand your fetish about watching me, though. Did you enjoy our friend fucking me?"

"Did I? Not really. He was boring as shit drying on a log. He was only interested in pleasing himself. What I have always wanted to watch is a well-hung man who knows how to give a woman pleasure, take his time, and make you go wild with never-ending orgasms. He was not that. But I emotionally enjoyed knowing his cock was finally inside of you."

"Ok, sweetheart, that I will be willing to do someday. But never allow that idiot to fuck me again. Ok?
And never admit to anybody that I was aware of him fucking me. And if he brags to anyone, he is no longer welcome on our boat trips. Understand, honey?"

"Yes. Agreed."

Sure as black ice on a curve, his mouth went out of control as soon as we got home. He told everybody right in front of me at work. I just stood there listening, quietly laughing, shaking my head no, and rolling my eyes as he enthusiastically told his wild tale of lust fulfillment. When they asked me about it, I said he was pretty drunk, and his wife and I found him in another motel room in bed, sleeping with a drunk and a very horny woman. We had no idea if he had had sex with her or not. But the woman was trying to suck his shrunken penis, to no avail.

After work, he was mad and asked me why I had embarrassed him in front of everybody, making him look like a fool. He was clueless that when being allowed to fuck a man's wife, discretion was important. He was bragging and trying to make me look like a fool, and my wife looked like an easy slut with the way he talked. He didn't get it. He walked away and never spoke to me again.

Later That Summer

The next time my wife and I went to the river, she pleasantly surprised me by skinny-dipping with two college boys up the river off this private sandbar. When we arrived, the boys were already there. They were playing frisbee nude and laughing.

"Ohhhhh, can we stop here?" She asked.

As we approached the sandbar, she jumped naked into the water yelling, "HELLO."
The boy missed the Frisbee, and they came walking over to say hi. I handed out beers, put my feet up, kicked back in the boat, and watched her flirt and play Frisbee with the boys. A lazy hour drifted slowly under the sun before they climbed into our boat to drink beer and relax. My wife whispered in my ear,

"If you still want to watch me fuck, go for a swim, and let me warm these boys up. When I put my hat on, come back from your swim. Sound good, Sweetie?"

I kissed her and stepped over the side and into the water. About twenty minutes later, they were happily sitting nice and close to her, one on each side, looking pretty friendly. I couldn't see anything below their shoulders, though. Then she stood up saying "Come on," and jumped into the water. Later, she told me they all had to pee, but the boys were too embarrassed to stand there with their erections and pee off the side of the boat. So, while they played in the water while peeing, I returned to the boat seat, drank a beer, stretched, and pretended to nap. Soon, they all climbed aboard, and my wife said,

"Poor dear is sleeping." And she winked at me. She wants me to play The Sleeping Game now. Fine with me.

I spent the entire afternoon watching her sucking and fucking those two boys. It wasn't long before they couldn't care less that I was watching and continuing to drink my beer. When she jumped overboard to rinse the sweat and sperm off of her, I stepped to the side and peed right over her head and shoulders. Laughing, she reached up and pulled me into the water. Moments later, both boys were peeing, trying to cover her like I did. She splashed water back up at them, and laughing hard, she took off swimming.

She loves to swim and disappears around the end of the sandbar. Knowing her, she would swim around it. I could hear the slow sound of twin Mercury motors idling towards us from the other direction in the slow-moving clear water. Soon, a sleek boat appeared with two fit men in it. It was the college boys' fathers. The two families were camped a couple of miles upstream, and that morning the boys had been dropped off on the sandbar so their parents could run around naked and fuck under the sunshine with no inhibitions.

The boys greeted their fathers and, before realizing what they were doing, eagerly blurted out that they had met someone and had spent the day fucking and had even peed all over the person. Their fathers slowly looked around and only saw me. I stood there laughing while the boys tried to explain that a woman was here, she truthfully was here, and to please ask me. And that she is my wife. The fathers looked like they didn't believe a word.

The boys were getting frustrated; they did want to be believed, and I wasn't helping. Then my naked wife came out of the water behind their boat and casually walked up and kissed me on the cheek before going over to hug each boy before their speechless fathers. She, of course, had no idea who these men were, nor had she been aware of any of the previous conversations. Never in their wildest dreams did these fathers believe that they would witness their sons both sporting erections while standing there naked with their arms around a beautiful, sexy, and naked married woman.

As I introduced these men to my horny wife, she stepped forward, giving each of them a long warm hug. They were still speechless as she offered them both beers and, wide-eyed, nodded their heads yes. My wife was in her element, standing surrounded by three naked men and two men in swim trunks. And all of us men with a noticeable hard-on.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Nudist Sandbar, as this small island is called. If you want to join us for a game of Frisbee, you will need to doff your shorts."

Then she turned and walked off towards the sandbar center, swaying her cute ass all the way. The boys eagerly held hands with her, walking close enough to feel her hip bump them as they walked together. The fathers tossed their swim trunks into the boat and followed close behind, eyes carefully watching her round globes moving with each step. I reached into the boat to grab a cooler of beer and sunblock for the men to spread over her skin. Then I caught up with them just in time to see my wife look back between her wide-spread legs at the boy's father's and wink as she bent over to pick up the Frisbee. I was close enough to see her lips were parted and knew that both men could easily see how wet being an exhibitionist made my wife.

When we stopped, I handed the men the sunblock and asked if they wouldn't mind covering her while I went to the boat to fetch her sunglasses. Of course, they didn't mind. She stood there casually touching hard cocks as every inch of her was covered with sunblock. I brought back her sunglasses and another hair tie. While braiding her hair back, I casually asked if the mothers would be worrying and if I could run the boys up to their camp to say hi before we started the game of Frisbee. Everyone thought that was a good idea.

So off we went. The mothers were worried and very grateful. They were surprised to see me instead of their husbands, but they insisted on feeding us before we headed back down the river. I slowly ate, giving me plenty of time to flirt with these two sexy mothers. Both large-breasted, their tiny thong swimsuits left nothing to the imagination. Tiny suits with no lining, the sweat from their bodies making the cloth transparent. Bored, the boys took off to talk with other campers, leaving me sitting close to these hot moms.

They followed me to my boat and shared phone numbers, and we touched secretly where no one could see. It was too public of a place now that other campers had arrived at their camp spot. At least that was the excuse these horny moms used for not fucking as they stroked my cock. They both expressed the desire that I should return tomorrow after their sons returned to college.

Two and a half hours later, we returned to the sand bar. My wife looked well fucked with a huge smile. Both men were snuggled up and asleep with her between them. The boys were surprised but couldn't say anything after they had enjoyed my wife so much.

The Cabin

That night, we were due to stay at an old cabin overlooking a bend in the river. The river curved around in a large U-shape around a small hill. In the center, the cabin was located with views all around from its large wrap-around porches. The property had nice docks and a very old, nicely kept-up boathouse. A large round gazebo with a fire pit in the center sat off to the side of the boathouse, and a raised wooden pathway connected the gazebo to both the boathouse and the cabin up on the hill.

The cabin is owned and occupied by a long-time friend of my father. He lives there with his son and his son's delightfully cute pregnant wife. Eight months pregnant with very swollen big breasts. I'm not sure who the baby daddy is, as both father and son openly fuck her daily. Well, I almost always enjoy her sexually whenever my wife and I come to visit. But the timing is way off for any possibility of the child growing in her womb to be mine. However, I would love to get a woman like her pregnant. I think she will be a wonderful mother.

The cabin looks to have been built in the mid to late eighteen hundreds. The cabin and property surrounding it are always kept in excellent condition. The cabin was built with two stories with a large open floor plan. With a huge covered wrap-around porch on the ground floor, a matching one all around the upper story, and a giant hip roof covering it all, covered with cedar shingles, the cabin was majestic to see.

Located on the ground level, a large stone fireplace separates the kitchen and dining area from the great room. The dining room is comfortably filled with a heavy dark oak table and eight chairs on a large oval rug. A matching tall glass-doored china cabinet sits against the chimney wall, and large multi-paned windows fill two walls.

The kitchen is filled with dark oak cabinetry topped with granite countertops and several multi-paned windows lining the walls under the upper cabinets. Stainless steel appliances grace the kitchen with a modern touch. A polished stone floor covers the kitchen under the old beamed ceiling.

Heavy and well-aged oak planks covered the floor in the great room and dining area, the high shine reflecting the light coming from the beautiful windows. The hearthstone matches the kitchen floor. And a water closet is nestled under the stairs for the toilet and the Bidet. A tiny sink is nicely located in the corner, tucked under the stairs next to the water closet doorway.

Upstairs is just one large but cozy room with four mule chests and four queen-sized beds with headboards matching the mule chests. Two of the beds are located over the first-floor great room. One bed is nicely situated over the kitchen area, and the last queen-sized bed is beautifully located over the dining area. Four large over-stuffed chairs are in the center of the room next to the chimney. A two-person cast iron bathtub covered with white porcelain coating on the inside and black on the outside with white claw foot legs and shiny copper plumbing sits right in the center of the chairs. Shelves with towels line the back of the wide stone chimney.

Against the back of the house, extended into the covered porch area from the bedroom, is a room with a large glass wall on the end surrounding a tempting shower with amazing views of the forested land behind the house. An old-fashioned looking but modern toilet with an overhead tank and brass pull chain and a dark oak cabinet topped with granite and white porcelain sink on one wall, a vanity table and linen cabinet on the other wall with towel racks. Matching mirrors over the sink and the vanity. Except for the vanity mirror needing to be taller.

Behind the cabin is a glass-walled, two-storied heavy oak ceilinged Pool-House, complete with a raised Jacuzzi surrounded by the pool on three sides with a Sheet-Waterfall flowing over its sides into the pool. On the backside of the Pool-House is a section of wall covered with floor-to-ceiling stone and several waterfalls cascading down over the rocks on each side of a gas fireplace. In the far right corner of the room, beyond the seating area, is a spiral staircase going down to a shower room, toilet area, and changing room. A brass sign on the Pool House door says, NUDE SWIMMING ONLY.

The Cabin, as it was called, is an out-of-the-way sexual party-house for carefully selected guests. The only access is by boat or small seaplane. The maximum number of guests allowed at one time is ten. Usually, four to six guests are there whenever we visit. When we arrived at the cabin, no one was there except the three people living there. The older man, a wonderful chef, was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner in a long apron, protecting his nudity from any oops moments while preparing the meal.

The pregnant and always nude resident came to us as we entered, giving off the delightful fragrance of clean wet pussy and a lingering scent of vanilla. The soft skin covering her baby bump pressed against my uncovered penis as she hugged me with a warm greeting. Her hard nipples pressed into me, and my penis was no longer soft. There has never been a way to resist the charms of this sexy young woman.

I left the two women hugging as I went to get a drink and see what was for dinner.

The Plane

A little over a mile behind The Cabin, the river widened out and became straight for a few miles. This section of the river cut through a canyon with steep rock walls. This area was the perfect place for aircraft to land. At the end of this glassy stretch of water, nearest The Cabin was an old dock for tying up the airplanes and a large old water-floored hanger. Over the hanger area was a living space where pilots, mechanics, and their dogs could stay.

Four miles down this pristine stretch of water, there is a long split between the cliffs. And at the junction of this split in the rock cliff, and the river, a tiny town was nestled. At the back edge of the hamlet, there is a road leading out through the cleft to the main county road six miles away.

A wandering trail from hanger to cabin turned the distance between them into almost exactly three miles of scenic forest trails.

Over an hour ago, a plane had tied up to the docks. The two passengers, both females, were now walking along the connecting trail. Visitors for many years, they knew the trail quite well. At about halfway, the trail crossed a small shallow steam. They splashed through the cold water, kicking it up over each other's nakedness and laughing.

These lifelong best friends entered The Cabin, just as I was about to sit down with my drink to watch the pregnant woman and my wife make love on one of the big overstuffed couches. They both greeted me with warm familiar hugs and kisses before heading into the kitchen to greet our chef with a kiss and a tickle.

I have this wonderful and naturally flirty wife. Men are attracted to her sexuality like moths to a lightbulb. Not a day goes by that I can not smell the hint of another man's cologne on her. Men love her touch, and my wife is a full contact flirter. Lots of hugs, and she touches people while talking with them. This is just her personality.

Is she a cheater? No. Not once in all of the years that we have been married has she had sex with another person behind my back. She is a highly sexual person and adores naked men and women in her horny arms. But she always makes sure that I am close by before flirting becomes heavy flirting. When making love, she gets turned on watching me watching her. It is like she is being a voyeur watching me getting turned on by watching her very sexual exhibitionism.

And she does enjoy watching me fuck. She will ride a man's cock while watching me fuck another woman. And cum when I ejaculate into that woman. I love watching my wife orgasm. She is not loud, But her muscles shake, she breaks out in a sweat, her pelvis grinds into the other person, and her breath becomes quite noticeable. And she gets extremely wet whenever she has an orgasm. Wetter than any other woman that I have ever known.

Oh my god, her juices taste delicious. Her sexual fragrance fills the room as her orgasm takes her. Such a pleasant aroma, I never tire of it. So feminine, so delightfully womanly. The scent of a horny woman is so sexy. But her juices are so packed full of pheromones, that anyone walking into a room and smelling them, is instantly horny. Both men and women react positively when encountering the fragrance she has left gently lingering in the air.

My wife is rocking gently on the naked pregnant woman's face. Her juices have soaked the woman's face, neck, and the pillow under her head from several orgasms. My wife is watching me. Smiling as the woman on my right takes me into her mouth. The woman on my left playing with my heavy balls as she kisses my neck.

My cock instantly becomes intensely hard as it becomes buried to the hilt in her throat. My hips surged forward, trying to get in impossibly deeper. Her tongue is out, touching my drawn-up balls, and I can feel my prostate pumping. My wife is starting to giggle while watching us.

The pregnant woman's husband walks into the room, he smiles and his cock rises quickly. He adores 'the airplane girls' as he calls them, and runs his hands across their bare bottoms before kissing my wife's wet ass cheeks. Then he kneels close behind my wife, takes her breasts into his hands, and kisses her cheek while he slips his swollen cock past his wife's lips and deep inside my wife's eager vagina. With her eyes locked on mine, my wife orgasms.

I pulled the woman away from my cock and up onto my lap. As she reached between her legs to guide my cock into her vagina, I heard my wife say,

"Oh yes. Fuck her honey. Fill her womb with your baby-making sperm."

My wife has this ongoing fantasy of me impregnating other women. She keeps hoping. Sometimes she begs. I often wonder if a woman is unprotected and fertile. So far, to my knowledge, I have never impregnated any of these delightfully horny women. They are always married and I suspect are always on the pill.

Our chef joins us, pulling the woman who is kissing my neck up onto her knees and easing his almost too-large a cock deep into her and grunts with happiness. After only a few strokes of getting his cock wet inside of her vagina, he uses her lubrication to ease his big penis slowly into her anus. When his head pops in, she takes over and backs into him. Then latching her mouth onto the nipple before her, rocks her pelvis against him, driving his penis around deeply inside of her rectum.

My wife rocked against the mouth and penis that were giving her so much pleasure while she watched us on the other couch. She had a clear view of our penises inside these two young women. And she giggled as she watched my balls draw up ready to release my load up inside of the woman kneeling above me. With each squirt, my testicles pulled up tightly, then dropped, only to jump up again for the next squirt. And the next one. My wife loves watching this happen, and before my sperm starts flowing back out of the woman, my wife is always deep into her orgasm.