Cuckold in Public
written by:
Amy Jo

Steve and I had planned a well-needed weekend away. We didn't have much extra money but we agreed that a short camping trip would be cheep, and still give us a break from our normal routine. Little did we know at the time how far from routine this trip would be!

We had arrived early, had camp set up, and were out taking a hike and enjoying the scenery. We had purposely driven along deserted stretches of road to get away from the crowds to sneak some private time to enjoy nature. We returned to the car when our good mood was crushed. Steve had left the lights on in the Jeep and the battery was totally dead! He was pissed . . . cussing a blue streak! No cell service meant a very long hike out to get help . . . and it was already getting late. We weren't really sure the convenience store/gas station we passed a while back would even be open by the time we got there. We were really screwed!

Just as we decided to begin our long walk, as if riding in on a white steed to save the day, came two guys over the hill in a white pickup truck. Steve waved them to a stop, the driver rolled down his window and with a friendly smile asked, "Hi folks . . . need some help?" I responded first. "Thank God you came by . . . our battery is dead and we didn't know what we were going to do." His smile broadened and responded, " Don't worry your pretty little head, we'll have you fixed up in nothing flat!" The two jumped out of the truck, shook hands with Steve and introduced themselves as Bear and Tommy. They were true to their word in moments the car was started and our problems solved. Bear refused Steve's payment offer and said they were glad to help. They told us they were on a weeklong hunting and fishing trip and were looking for some place to camp for the night, so it was just luck that sent them down that road.

Steve told them that we already had a campsite, that they would be welcome to pitch their tent next to ours for the night, and we'd fix them dinner to thank them for their help. Both agreed simultaneously and joked that they were tired of their own cooking.

They followed us to our campsite and I began dinner while the three guys set up the other tent. They worked well together, and really seemed to enjoy each other . . . talking and joking the whole time. They would have built a good friendship if they were to spend any time together. It was obvious that both Bear and Tommy were also watching me while I worked . . . a woman can just feel it when that happens. It was a real ego boost to know that our handsome new friends found me attractive and it put a little bounce in my step. Both guys were appreciative of our offer and very complementary of my meal and me.

I enjoyed the attention, and was glad I had on my favorite sundress. It was thin, short, low cut, and fit snuggly in all the right places to accentuate my curves. Really too sexy to be worn in the wild, but I had chosen it that morning to tease my husband. Little did I know then that it would not be him to snatch the bait that day!

As the night wore on we became comfortable with each other. It's amazing how good music, a few beers, and a few totes on some good smoke can melt away anxieties and inhibitions . . . making new acquaintances seem like old friends. Bear and Tommy were interesting, funny, charismatic, and fun! They were party animals and it was contagious. I must admit, being the center of attention for three great looking guys was a turn-on. Our two new friends made it obvious that they found me attractive and Bear in particular had been making comments all day. They started out innocently enough with comments like, "Good God Steve, how do you get anything done with this pretty little thing walking around your house all day?" They got more raunchy as the evening went on. When I bent before him to get a beer out of the ice chest, I innocently flashed my ample cleavage and he was quick to point out, "Holy shit girl . . . you are really put together!" With that he pushed at his groin for emphasis and continued, " Down boy down!" Later when I brushed against him, he exaggerated his reaction and teased, "Oh shit, I think I just came in my pants!" "Damn, little lady, you're dangerous to be around!" He teased and joked about everything, so Steve didn't seem to be offended and we all just laughed off his comments. The truth is that although he was a bit crude, he was also the epitome of my secret " biker-god fantasy". Bear was a big rough looking man, not overly tall but muscular, with broad shoulders, a barrel chest, and arms like tree trunks. He had long curly black hair, a stubble beard, dark eyelashes any woman would love to have, and his baby blue eyes just melted me.

By midnight it had gotten much cooler, but we were having so much fun no one wanted to call it a night, so we built a fire in the pit and moved our recliners in close to keep warm. We were feeling no pain and the beer and smoke had us all so giddy we were laughing uncontrollably at everything, just having a great time like old friends. Bear asked me to dance and as Steve and Tommy looked on we camped it up and rocked to the fast songs and swayed to the slow ones. Bear kept up his complements of me and I lapped up the attention like a starved kitten at a bowl of cream, "Your so fucking hot". "Steve must walk around all day with a hard on!" Steve is rather reserved so complements from him were few and far between, but he didn't seem to be bothered by it at all, so I smiled, giggled and flirted back. Bear took every opportunity to touch me and at the end of one song he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, cradling a cheek in each big hand, whirled me around, set me back down, and howled at the moon. I quickly looked at Steve to gage his reaction. He was obviously blitzed, and was laughing and howling along with Bear. Since I had on only thong panties under my thin sundress, he had pretty much been groping my bare ass, but Steve was oblivious, or he didn't care. Getting no objections from Steve, Bear became more aggressive. During the next slow song he snuggled in close, nuzzling my neck and ears, and let his huge paws slid down my back to my waist and then to my ass. He caressed my cheeks, his fingers drifting into the valley between them, and pulled me close against his groin.

Steve and I have always been equal partners in our marriage and, don't get me wrong, that is exactly what I want, but it was exciting to be manhandled by a much more aggressive hunk . . . and he was doing it right in front of my husband. It was just so different. Steve was always polite and respectful, Bear was crude and demanding. He was a man who took what he wanted! It was dark, but surely, in the light of the fire, Steve had to know what was going on. Steve and Tommy just kept drinking, talking, and watching us dance. Bear turned me around to face the fire with my back to him, wrapped both of his beefy arms around my neck and across my shoulders, laid his cheek against my hair as we moved to the music, and whispered naughty things in my ear. "You are so smoking hot!" "Do you even know how sexy you are?" "Do you know that every man who sees you, wants you?" I felt so desirable dancing in the light of the fire cradled in the arms of my fantasy man. "Do you know what you do to me?" he whispered as he pulled me tighter to him. I was drunk, dreamy, horny, and aroused as the answer to his last question became quite evident to me. I felt his hardened manhood push against my backside. With only the thin fabric of my sundress separating him from my naked skin, I felt his stiff member under the bulge in his jeans probe between the cheeks of my ass! He was literally "dry fucking" me right in front of my husband who didn't say or do anything. I felt panic, but I didn't stop him either. His arms were still draped around my neck and across my shoulders when suddenly I felt his hand on my chest. His other arm mostly concealed his movement as his fingers played at the neckline of my sundress. I squirmed at his touch but that only cause me to hunched more against his hard on. I knew what he was going to do. I knew that I shouldn't let him . . . that Steve shouldn't let him, but neither of us said anything. His fingers slipped under the lace at the neckline and into my cleavage. He was going to do it and I wasn't going to stop him. Oh my God . . . I couldn't believe what was happening! His right hand slid completely under the bodice of my dress as he slowly explored the curves to cup my naked left breast. We continued to sway to the music as he felt me up. Surely there was enough light from the fire for Steve and Tommy to see what was going on, but neither moved and neither spoke. They just watched as Bear attacked my bare nipple beneath the thin cloth of my dress. He toyed with the pink orb and it stiffened at his touch. He petted and softly twisted my sensitive nipple, coaxing it to full erection. Just as the slow song ended, he gave it a gentle pinch and removed his hand. My head was spinning, my knees weak, and I had never felt more aroused!

Bear released me and we joined my husband and Tommy at the fire. I sat with Steve and Bear sat down on his recliner across the fire pit to finish his beer. Everyone acted as if nothing had happened, and they began to talk and joke, just like before. It was surreal. A stranger had just fondled my bare tits and dry humped my ass in front of my husband and another stranger and everyone acted like it was perfectly normal. Well it wasn't normal for me! The man of my fantasies had dominated me and taken what he wanted . . . and I had been helpless to stop him. To know that my husband had watched turned me on like nothing else . . . I was one fire . . . my nipples hard as bullets . . . my panties moist from desire! I could hardly sit still.

After a while Steve whispered to me that he had to pee, staggered off toward the underbrush to find a secluded place, and I rose to get another beer. As I bent over the cooler to get it, the others asked me to get one for them too. I handed a beer to Tommy and as I turned to offer one to Bear a sudden breeze made me shiver. Bear, not missing an opportunity, grabbed my hand and guided me down to the lounge between his legs. "I'll warm you up, sweet thing", he offered, wrapping me tightly in his arms. Steve returned to find me cuddled in the arms of another man, but he said nothing and went to sit in his chair by the fire. Without apology, Bear commented, "The lady got cold, but I'll warm her up in no time." Steve didn't complain and Bear didn't release me. I must admit I was soon warm and comfortable and sitting between his thighs, I leaned back against Bear's chest to sip my beer. That's when things got really weird.

With his arms still around me, Bear rolled another smoke, lit it, and we passed it around. We were all very mellow and I was limp in Bears arms when he began to get affectionate again. He started just playing in my long blond hair, petting it, letting it drag through his fingers, and tucking it behind my ear. He turned to Tommy, "Isn't she the prettiest little thing you've ever seen?" And then to Steve, "You're a lucky man, my friend." Tommy replied, "You got that right!" Steve seemed frozen in place and said nothing. I felt embarrassed but flattered too. Bear was very bold and aggressive and sensing that Steve either would not or could not do anything about it, began to caress my shoulders, neck and the top of my chest. All the while he was whispering in my ear, "Your skin is so soft and smooth . . . like silk." I couldn't believe that Steve would let a relative stranger caress me intimately like that! Did he want it to happen, or did Bear intimidate him? How far would he let it go before he spoke up to defend me? I didn't know what to do . . . so I did nothing.

Then it happened! In one quick movement he slid beneath the neckline of my dress to capture my naked tit in his hand. He blatantly explored the curves he found, cupping the underside of my boob and flicking my nipple with his thumb. If there was any doubt about what he was doing before, there was no doubt then, and still Steve did nothing! I was startled at first, but when he strummed my nip, a spark of electricity shot from it to my groin, and I muffled a soft groan. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak . . . I was experiencing my secret dream . . . dominated by my aggressive, fantasy, outlaw biker . . . a stranger! How could he know . . . I had never told anyone. I could feel my most intimate lips thicken and moisten in arousal! I closed my eyes in anticipation.

I felt him withdraw his hand, and I relaxed for just a second until he moved his fingertip to the narrow straps of my sundress. Oh my God . . . he intended to strip me topless in the light of the fire! Agonizingly slowly he drew the strap off my shoulder and down my arm. Steve had plenty of time to put a halt to the proceedings, but nothing was said and nothing was done. I was acutely aware that my top had slid low on my chest, deep cleavage was obviously bared, and my entire tit was dangerously close to spilling over the neckline, to be exposed in the light of the flames. I held my breath, kept my eyes closed, and within seconds my nipples puckered stiff and erect from a combination of the cool breeze and the thrill of being on blatant, naked display before two very interested strangers and my husband! Bear broke the awkward silence with, "Fuck, they're even more beautiful than I imagined." Confident that he could dominate me and, for that matter, Steve, he took his pleasure. He gently kneaded my breasts, a tit in each hand . . . enjoying the size and texture. Lifting them to test their weight, he held them up in offering for his friend to see. "These are AAA prime titties, Tommy." "They don't get any better than these!" "I told you she had a great rack!" I was embarrassed almost to tears, and I'm sure I blushed crimson red. I kept my eyes closed, too embarrassed to look at the audience who I knew was watching, but no one said a word. Bear strummed my nipples like a guitar string, doing whatever pleased him, while I lay limp against his chest, arms at my side. He milked them until they stood up tall, then flattened them over with his finger just to watch them pop back to attention! I was very aroused, my nipples aching, I unconsciously arched my back, and stuck out my chest to thrust them higher in the air, encouraging him to play with them.

Since no one gave him limits, he pushed his luck. He took hold behind each knee, pulled them up toward my chest and then apart so that my heels were planted near my ass cheeks with my legs spread as if I was about to deliver a baby. The skirt of my dress fell into my lap so that everything between my legs was fully illuminated by the firelight. I knew that my ass, left bare by my thong, could be seen as well as the tiny white satin triangle that guarded my sex from their prying eyes. It was obvious to all of us that Bear was going to take what he wanted and no one would stop him. My pussy was throbbing and I wanted him to touch it! I remember thinking: Oh, God forgive me . . . but don't stop now!

I needn't worry because he had no intention of stopping! He dragged his rough callused hands from each knee down the length of the inside of my thigh toward the prize he planned on claiming. I tried not to squirm as his touch neared its target, but I gasped audibly when his fingers brushed against the leg band of my panties. My reflex was to close my legs, but he firmly spread my knees again and began to trace the edge of the triangle of satin, pausing only to toy with the stray pubic hairs that escaped the top edge of my tiny g-string. He made me just sit there, legs spread, flaunting his control over me to his friend, while he played with the hairs of my pussy! The anticipation of what he was about to do left me breathless, my little pussy soaked with excitement. I couldn't believe that Steve would just sit there and watch another guy touch my pussy! But I was so turned on I wanted it! I wanted to beg for his touch, but I couldn't let myself do that with my husband watching from across the fire pit. I had forgotten to breathe, but I sucked in a huge gulp of air when Bear touched the wet lump where my panty was stretched over the swollen outer lips of my labia! There was no doubt that he could feel my aroused pussy through the satin as he drew the tip of his finger directly along the seam of it mouth, coaxing its lips to part. I couldn't help but pant, even as I willed myself not to hump at his fingers. I had to know how Steve was reacting to what he was seeing, so for the first time I opened my eyes just a slit to take a peak. Bear picked that time to slide his hand under the top band of my panties. I watched Steve watch Bear's hand as it disappeared inside the tiny triangle of white satin to claim unrestricted access to his wife's most private and intimate hole. Steve was totally focused on a three square inch area between my legs! No one could actually see, but everyone knew he was fondling my wet naked pussy!

Its hard to explain how I felt . . . it was a sexual rush! He was big, strong, rough, tough, bold . . . a man's man, a dominant . . . an alpha male! He was like a pirate of by gone days . . . pillaging those who had . . . taking whatever he wanted! And I was his "booty", no pun intended . . . something of beauty, of significant value . . . something worth taking! And that is what he had done. He took me away from my husband and he claimed my pussy as his!

I felt weak, helpless, conquered . . . surrendering to anything he demanded. And he demanded my pussy! No longer caring who was watching or how they felt, he began to explore my sex. He slowly and softly traced the outer lips that framed the open mouth of my cunt. I seldom use that word . . . but that is what it was then . . . a tender, pink, gaping, gash . . . soaked and dripping with the juices of arousal! He continued to trace, teasing the swollen tender tissue that quivered at his touch until he bumped my clit. My body twitched uncontrollably assuring him that he had reached his target. I desperately wanted to scream for him to fuck me . . . to hunch his fingers . . . anything to gain release from the sexual tension building between my legs. I tried to remain still, to appear a victim of his advances when the slut in me, that I was trying to hide, wanted out to beg for fulfillment! He didn't care if the whore within me escaped, as he dipped his fingers into the well of my pussy to paint my clit with the juice he found! Stroking, teasing, stroking . . . oh God . . . oh fuck . . . oh . . .

Abruptly he stopped! He removed his hand! No . . . no please . . . don't stop . . . not now . . . oh my God . . . NO! I didn't know what to do. I needed to hump something . . . I wanted to tear off my panties and masturbate in front of the whole world if I had to . . . anything to get release. But instead I adjusted my position, smoothed my skirt and attempted to look more lady-like, even though everything that had just occurred was far from lady-like.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Bear spoke up, "What we need is a good tote of my finest to top off the night. I'm pretty sure I still have some in the tent . . . come on AJ, come help me find it." A lame excuse if I ever heard one, but at that moment, I would have followed him anywhere! Steve didn't complain as we headed toward his the tent.

Bear wasted no time. By the time the flap of the tent closed he had captured my head in his hands and possessed my mouth with his lips and tongue. His hands moved to my thighs, sliding up my legs taking my skirt with them to again cup my ass, this time with skin against skin. I could not longer contain my inner slut and she escaped with a vengeance to work frantically at his belt and fly, pushing his pants and briefs down his legs. He pushed me to my knees and commanded me to suck his swollen cock. It was like him, not long, but thick in girth, its head purple with need. I bathed his cock and balls with my tongue like a woman possessed before stretching my lips to accept its crown. It was like stuffing a whole, large, fully ripe plum in my mouth in one bite. I had little room for its shaft so I sucked on its head and milked his shaft with both hands like the slut he had awakened, while my husband sat only fifteen feet away. He restrained my head and fucked my mouth until saliva mixed with pre-cum frothed at my lips and ran down my chin. Knowing we had little time, he dislodged his dick from my greedy mouth with a "pop" like a cork from a champagne bottle! He lay me back on the floor of the tent, flipped up my skirt, pushed my panties to the side, and feasted on my pussy . . . licking and chewing until I had to bite my tongue to stop from screaming. That man knew his way around a woman's sex! He rose to his knees and aligned his organ with mine. I begged like a whore for him to fuck me! He drove it home in one thrust, my pussy straining to accept his girth! By his second thrust, I was cumming in waves. He trapped my ankles over his shoulders and pounded my nasty little cunt like mad man, then suddenly withdrew, and scurried up the side of my body as I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue like a hungry baby bird at feeding. Of course I had oral sex with my husband, but I had always finished him off with my hand . . . I had never allowed him to ejaculate in my mouth! I don't understand what had come over me, and still am unable to understand my behavior. I was like a woman possessed. I knew he was close . . . his bloated cock twitched and throbbed in my hand . . . leaving little doubt. I cradled his balls, stroked his shaft and licked his dick head. Words that I had never thought, let alone said aloud, spewed from my mouth. "Cum for me. . . Do it!" " I want it!" "I want to taste your cum . . . cum in my mouth!" He blew his seed, recoiling twice, leaving ribbons of cum crisscrossing my chin, lips, cheek, forehead and hair. I swallowed his load and licked his cum from my lips. I had never given myself so totally to a man before in my life!

I lay basking in the decadence of the fierce fuck I had just endured before using the side of my finger as a squeegee to scrape off the cum as best I could, licking my finger to dispose of it, as Bear refastened his pants. We were back outside the door of the tent in a frantic five minutes, my face and chest still wet with cum, we headed back toward the fire pit. I worried as we approached the fire. They had to know what was going on. I was disheveled, and sweaty from being well fucked! Could they see the shiny cum streaks on my face or the gobs of cum still in my hair? I remember thinking: I love my husband and I had never cheated on Steve . . . how had this happened?

Using the philosophy, never admit to anything no matter how guilty you appear, Bear continued his transparent story, "Sorry guys, we couldn't find any more smoke. I guess we finished it up." Within minutes we were all heading back toward our tents. Steve was so drunk he was unable to walk by himself. I helped him back to the tent, settled him in for the night and curled up next to my husband. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place until I fell asleep, another man's cum drying on my face, and his taste on my lips.

The next morning I woke before my husband, washed and dressed. Bear and Tommy had already broken camp and continued on their way. Steve awoke a bit later, and never mentioned a thing about the previous night. He didn't ask anything, and I did offer anything. We enjoyed the day as if nothing had happened. I would have thought it was a dream except for the dried cum on my skin and the sore tender pussy between my legs.

I'll never understand men. Was he intimidated by Bear and embarrassed that he didn't defend me or control the situation? Did he want it to happen, and was too shy to admit that it excited him to watch another man dominate his wife? Or was he just so drunk that he didn't even remember what happened? He obviously wasn't angry, so I just let it go . . . happy to be with him, and knowing that I had lived my most secret fantasy!