My wife Sally and I have been active all of our lives. We both enjoy hiking, skiing, swimming, and other outdoor activities. This did not change once we each hit 50. The one thing we did notice was that many of our friends began to slack off on their activities as they got older, particularly the wives. On our various expeditions we would either be accompanied by younger friends or older male friends who had left their wives behind. This was what happened on a canoe trip last year.
After careful research, two friends and I chose a section of the Green River where it runs through a particularly scenic canyon in Utah. We talked to other folks who had done that section and found it it had several interesting side canyons along the way where we could pull out our canoes, explore the canyons and spend the night. There was very little whitewater along this particular route as well, which was fine with us since we really wanted to have a relaxing journey.
Earlier last summer I had started canoeing with two fellows I met through a mutual friend. Sally had hoped to join us but ended up having work and other conflicts every time we went out. So it had turned into a buddy thing. The Green River trip was planned for mid-July, when the weather and water would still be warm. Our plan was that we would bring our wives and all get to know each other better over a three night weekend, with two full days of paddling.
Sally and I drove up to Jim’s house first. Jim was a good looking fellow, six feet tall with a full head of brown hair and a big smile. Like us, he had been involved with outdoor activites all of his life and was in good shape. I guessed he was around 53 years of age. I had never met his wife but, from what he told me, she wasn’t much of an outdoor person and had put on quite a bit of weight as she aged. One day after a canoe trip he had confided in me over drinks at a local bar that they had not had sex for years. He didn’t say anything specific but I gathered that he continued to have sex on occasion, but with other women. Jim was alone as he came out of the house.
“Where’s Jan,” I asked.
“She decided not to go at the last minute. Said she saw no reason in getting all wet during the day and sleeping in a tent at night.”
“Well, that’s her loss. Jim, I want you to meet my wife Sally.”
As the two of them shook hands, I noticed Jim sizing Sally up. My blonde wife was wearing tight jeans with a white spaghetti strap tank top. It wasn’t a particularly revealing top but her 38C breasts were pretty obvious anyway. From her chest, Sally’s body narrows to a nice waist and than widens again to a shapely ass and hips. A size 10, she is neither skinny nor overweight. She is curvy and looks great for her age. And those 38C breasts are firm and ride high on her chest, unlike many women much younger. Jim got an eyeful and seemed to like what he saw.
Jim tossed his gear in the back of the SUV and we headed to Ed’s place. Like Jim, he was alone as he came out of the house to greet us. His story was worse than Jim’s. Apparently he and his wife had a major argument two days earlier and she had moved out.
“It’s not like this marriage hasn’t been dying for years,” Ed said. “It was only a matter of time.”
“Are you sure you still want to come?” asked Jim.
“Oh yeah. This is just what I need, some time in nature doing what I enjoy. It will give me a time to gather my thoughts.”
I introduced Ed to Sally and then we loaded him up as well.
We drove to the town of Green River for our first night. Conversation in the car during the long drive was lively. Since we all enjoyed the outdoors there was a lot to share. We even discovered that, like Sally and myself, Ed and his now estranged wife had spent a week at Hedonism II in Jamaica. It hadn’t really helped their relationship, particularly when he discovered her screwing another man in their room one afternoon.
After we checked into three separate rooms at a motel, we got together for a leisurely dinner. After dinner Sally and I returned to our room, while Ed and Jim began a search for a bar for a nightcap. Sally had just finished taking a shower and put on a black lace teddy in anticipation of some evening activity when there was a knock on the door.
“Just a minute,” I said as Sally looked around for something to throw over herself. She finally grabbed a light Patagonia jacket that I had brought along. It came down to the middle of her thighs so covered up most of her anyway. She pulled it around herself with zipping it and sat down on the bed.
“There is no place to get a drink in this town,” said Jim.
“We broke into the liquor stash in the car,” said Ed, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Stan, why don’t you invite your friends in,” said Sally, letting me know that was okay with her.
“Come in guys. Sally, why don’t you grab a couple of glasses from the bathroom.”
We filled the glasses with ice I had just gotten from the motel’s dispenser and Sally poured the whisky. Then we resumed one of the conversations we had begun over dinner. After several drinks, Ed and Jim began to open up even more about their marriages. They didn’t seem to care that a woman was present. It was quite the opposite; Sally has a way of getting people to open up. Sally was so busy talking she didn’t notice what I was seeing. A woman in a bathing suit in a public area might be barely noticed, but by herself in a room with three men a woman in a light jacket that barely covers her privates gets a lot of attention. It was clear the two men were wondering what was underneath the jacket. As Sally got more buzzed on the whisky, they soon found out. Quite unaware of what she was doing, Sally leaned back on the bed. The unzipped jacket came open, revealing the teddy. Even if Sally didn’t notice, the two men did. And there was plenty to notice. Her large firm breasts pressed against the tight lace fabric of the teddy. It didn’t take a very long look to see her nipples. She had had a bikini wax before the trip so it was just white smooth flesh all the way from her thighs to the tight V of the teddy’s crotch. As hard as they tried to look at her eyes during the conversation, it was clear they were also taking every opportunity to survey my wife’s body.
“You know they were checking you out,” I told Sally after they left.
“Really, I didn’t notice.”
“Well there was plenty for them to notice, with your jacket open. That teddy doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”
“Are you jealous?”
“No, I’m hard. Let’s fuck now, talk later.”
And we did.
The next morning after breakfast we headed out to the boat landing where we put in the canoes. I had arranged for someone to pick us up at the end of our trip. He also brought three canoes.
“We only need two canoes,” I told him. “Two of our party didn’t show.”
“We’ll share the canoes,” I told the others. “Sally and I will start together and then we can switch around.”
It was beautiful summer morning. We started out with our light jackets on but the sun beat down on us and we soon threw them in the dry bags with our other gear. We three men were all wearing shorts and t-shirts. Sally, free spirit that she is, had decided not to wear a bra under her spaghetti strap top and had on bikin bottoms in case she needed to get out to help the canoe over any snags.
The paddling was easy since we were going downriver, making it a perfect lazy day. We had lunch on a grassy area along the way, then Sally switched with Ed and joined Jim in his canoe. I could see they were having a lively conversation. After a while we came to some very easy whitewater and the canoes got separated.
Around 4:00 pm, Ed and I rounded a bend in the river and saw Sally and Jim unloading their canoe on a nice wide sandy beach. A stream trickled through the beach from a small canyon beyond. It was a very pretty spot.
“We decided this would be a good place to stop for the night,” said Sally.
“It is perfect,” said Ed.
We unloaded our canoes and pitched the tents.
“I’d like to go up that canyon a ways,” I told the group. “Anyone want to join me?”
“Sure, I’ll come,” replied Ed.
“I think I’d prefer to lie on the beach and take in some sun,” was Sally’s response.
“What about you Jim.”
“You know, I think I’ll just stay here and contemplate nature.”
“We’ll back in a couple of hours,” I said as Ed and I took off up the canyon
After thirty minutes we found we had gone as deep into the canyon as possible. As we returned to the camp, we couldn’t see either Jim or Sally. Concerned, we walked up the beach. As we came upon a giant red boulder that had apparently fallen into the canyon years earlier, we could hear moaning.
“Ohmigosh! It sounds like Sally is hurt,” said Ed.
“I don’t think so,” I replied, “that doesn’t sound like pain.”
We walked quietly to the rock and looked around it. There were Sally and Jim. My wife was on her hands and knees. Her top was still on but her bikini bottoms had disappeared. Jim was between her legs and holding her on each side of her waist. HIs long cock was plunging in and out of her pussy as she moaned with pleasure. I could see that her top was soaked, the tight white fabric plastered against her body and outlining her nipples. With each thrust her breasts shook.
“Oh Stan,” whispered Ed, “I’m so sorry.” He was clearly remembering his own unfortunate discovery at Hedonism II.
“It’s alright,” I replied, “this isn’t the first time. I enjoy watching..and sometimes we make it a menage a trois.”
Ed stared at me in disbelief.
“Let’s just hide behind this rock and watch, okay Ed?”
In front of us Jim and Sally’s fucking got more vigorous.
“Fuck me like a dog, Jim, fuck me like a dog.”
“Oh Sally, my cock feels so good in your pussy.”
“Then give it to me. Give it to me deep.”
Jim slammed hard against my wife’s ass, burying his cock deep within her.
Watching my slut wife in action had made my own dick hard. I rubbed it through my pants. I looked over at Ed, who couldn’t keep his eyes off the scene. He had even stepped from behind the rock. Fortunately the couple, intent upon their fucking, didn’t see him. His cock was as hard as mine.
“Cum inside me. Make me wet,” moaned Sally.
Jim’s response was to thrust even faster and harder. Finally he groaned as he made one last thrust. He remained buried in Sally to the hilt and I knew he was squirting his seed into her body.
“Come on,” I grabbed Ed.
“He came inside her,” said Ed as we hurried back to the campsite. “Aren’t you worried?”
“Sally has been through menopause so I’m not worried about pregnancy. And Jim told me that, while he has fooled around in the past, he hasn’t had sex for several years, other than jacking off. I figure it’s safe.”
“But Sally didn’t know that.”
“Sally knows that if there is a danger I will warn her. Remember I said we have done this before. Last night at the motel after you guys left we talked it over and I told her she could fuck both of you if she wanted.”
“What? You mean…”
“Yes, you’re next. Now let’s go up the trail a bit and pretend we are just getting into camp. I don’t want Jim to know I know just yet.”
We walked up the trail a few hundred feet and then turned around toward camp. As we got back to the tents, we saw Jim and Sally coming up the beach. Both were dressed. Sally had on her swimsuit bottom and the wet shirt was still plastered to her breasts.
“Hi guys,” she said, “we just took a walk up the river a ways.”
“It looks like you walked in the river as well,” I replied. “Your top is all wet.”
“Jim splashed me a while back and it still hasn’t dried. Do you like the look?”
“You know I do, oh beloved wife.”
“How about you Ed? Do you like the look?”
“Uh, uh, it certainly accents your features,” Ed stammered.
“And what do you think of my features?”
“They are very… nice.”
“I’m glad you like the way I look because I am going to fuck you, just like I fucked Jim.”
Jim’s mouth fell open and he stopped walking.
“Don’t worry Jim, Stan knows all about this. And after I’ve fucked Ed and we’ve had a nice dinner, I’m going to fuck all three of you by the campfire.”
Sally walked right up to Ed and pressed her wet tits against his chest. Unlike Jim, Ed is in his late forties, balding and short, standing around five foot five. Sally leaned straight forward and pressed her lips against his. Soon their mouths were open and tongues working as Ed groped her ass and Sally pulled his crotch against hers. His cock, which had softened while we were walking, hardened under the attention.
“Suck my tits,” Sally commanded. Ed leaned over and complied. As he kissed and sucked on her nipples through the wet top, Sally loosened his shorts. They dropped to the ground and were soon followed by his briefs. Then she dropped to the ground in front of him and began licking his cock. Jim and I both moved in for a closer view as she took it entirely into her mouth and began sucking. Soon his dick was disappearing in and out of my wife’s mouth as she gently pumped it with one hand. Sally sucked for a while then stood up, pulling off her wet shirt. Then she slid the swimsuit bottom down and off. She lowered herself to the sand and laid on her back, spreading her legs.
“Now fuck me. I hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds.”
Ed got down between her legs and guided his stiff cock toward my wife’s waiting pussy. Although a short man, he had a large cock. From its base to its end it looked like it could be nine inches. It was thick too. He tried to insert it but it was too big even for my wife.
“Just take it slow and easy. Rub it on my pussy lips and gradually work it in. I have plenty of room inside, it’s just a matter of getting it through the gate.”
Ed followed Sally’s instructions and soon had entered her completely. She moaned as he started pushing it in and pulling it out. I could see that his cock was covered with white; it was Jim’s cum, lubricrating them both as it leaked out. Her legs waved in the air and she shuddered with the sensation of being penetrated by such a large cock. But I could tell she was enjoying it. Her nipples had extended to just over a half inch and the areolas around them had become slightly swollen. It looked as though she was already pregnant and ready for a baby to suckle those nipples. Be she wasn’t pregnant, she was merely preparing to be inseminated.
As Jim and I watched this amazing sexual act being performed, Sally grabbed Ed by the ass and helped him plunge in and out. Her breath quickened and I could tell she was close to cumming. “Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as she bucked up against the plunging cock. Then she relaxed, her climax completed. But she continued pulling Ed into her, coaxing his cock to give up its seed.
“Fuck me Ed. Fuck me with that magnificent cock. Fuck me and give me your sperm.”
“Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you and fill you. You may be Stan’s wife but right now you are my whore aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m a whore. I’m your whore. Now give it to me, fill your little whore up.”
Sally’s breath once again quickened as she neared her second climax.
“I’m cumming again. Cum with me, fill me, fill me, fill me,” she gasped.
As Sally’s body tightened up in her second climax, her pussy tightened as well, grabbing Ed’s cock as it slide in and out.
“I’m cumming,” groaned Ed as his massive cock unloaded inside my wife. She lay beneath him, legs wrapped around his back, pulling into her as deeply as possible with her hands. His body jerked as he unloaded stream after stream of semen into her. Exhausted, he finally fell on top of her, kissing her face and mouth.
“Don’t pull out yet,” said Sally.
“I don’t think I can. Your pussy is so tight around my cock now that I couldn’t pull out yet even if I wanted to.”
The two of them laid together on the sand enjoying the sensation of their bodies so tightly and closely connected. Ever so gradually Ed’s cock softened and he finally pulled back and out. As he did, a stream of semen poured out of my wife’s pussy and puddled onto the sand. A large cock like that obviously had a lot to give.
Sally got unsteadily to her feet, the semen continuing to leak out of her and down her thigh. Still naked, she walked into the river to wash off. Realizing that the show was over and with cocks still hard, Jim and I left the camp to search for firewood. There would be time for more later.
As I walked upriver looking for fuel I walked through a stand of trees. There on the edge of the trees was a footprint in the sand. It looked fresh. If someone had been there in the past few minutes, perhaps they saw what had just happened. Is it possible Jim and I weren’t the only persons watching the spectacle? Probably not, the footprint could have been left by another canoer or rafter earlier in the day. I decided not tell anyone about it and took my wood back to the camp.
Dinner was steak (originally frozen, it had thawed out through the day) cooked on a grill over the campfire. The sides were baked potatoes cooked in hot coals and boiled freeze-dried green beans. The entire repast was washed down with a bottle of red wine. There was no need for dessert, that role was to be filled by sweet Sally. After the meal we put more wood on the fire until it was blazing. By this time it was dark and the fire reflected off the rocks of the walls around us. While Ed, Jim and I sat around the fire sipping on Jack Daniels and enjoying the evening, Sally slipped into our tent.
“What do you think?” We turned around at the question. Sally was walking towards us wearing the black lace teddy.
“Wow, that’s what you were wearing last night isn’t it. You were so hot I could hardly keep my eyes off you,” said Jim.
“Sit by the fire and have some whisky with us,” came from Ed.
The evening was a little chilly but the whisky and the fire warmed up Sally. Soon she was dancing around the fire, putting on a show for the three of us.
“Wow, you are a sexy mama,” came a comment from an unknown voice. We looked around and there were two young men looking out from the shadows.
“Can we join you? We’ve been on the river for a week and haven’t seen many other people. That is if the lady doesn’t mind two more enjoying her performance,” said the other one.
We all sat down while Sally went in the tent and rustled up a couple of extra glasses. As we passed the bottle around, the young men told us they were camped upriver around a half mile. We all introduced ourselves. Their names were Bill and John. They were nearing the end of their journey, meeting friends at the confluence of Green and Colorado Rivers. They were low on supplies and had been living mostly on granola. We tossed a couple of potatoes in the fire to bake for them. They didn’t seem to be any hurry to get back to their campsite, particularly with prospects of food, the whiskey and a bit of eye candy. By now that eye candy was quite buzzed and taking turns sitting on Bill’s, Ed’s and my laps.
“You want to share any of that joy with us?” asked Bill.
“I don’t know,” said Sally, “you seem pretty young to me. Can you handle it?”
“We’re each 31 and we’ve had our share of cougars. My dick may not be as big as that fellow’s but I’m pretty handy with it.”
So someone had been watching after all. And he’d brought his friend to see if they could get a bit of tail. I figured I wouldn’t say anything and would let Sally decide what to do.
“How do you know about that?” Asked Ed.
“We’d stopped for the night and I was out for a walk. I must say that you two made a pretty interesting couple. I figured we would come see what’s going on here with the neighbors. Sally is one hot chick and seems to be quite liberal with her favors.”
“I can assure you that I am not conservative,” Sally said as she sat down on his lap. She grabbed his face with her hands and gave him her mouth. As their tongues worked in a long kiss I knew Sally had made her decision. She was going to take on all of us.
As they kissed, Bill’s hand slipped around to her front, cupping one of her breasts. Sally wriggled on his lap for a moment then slid to the ground in front of him. Unzipping his pants she pulled out his cock and started sucking on it. We all watched for a few moments until she lifted her head and asked “Is anybody going to fuck me?” She got on her knees, unsnapped the teddy and spread her legs. Then she returned to her work.
John was almost instantly behind her, pulling out his hard dick. I stopped him just before he inserted it.
“You need to use a condom.”
“Are you kidding? This is not something we exactly planned for.”
“We don’t have any either. Then neither of you can fuck her. But I think she’ll be happy to suck you off.”
Sally nodded her head in agreement. At least it looked like that. It was hard to tell with it bobbing up and down on Bill’s cock.
By that time my cock was rock hard so I got behind Sally. She spread her legs and I shoved my cock into her pussy. It was wet and ready.
As I pumped I turned to Ed and Jim. “This slut is my wife so I reserve the right to cum inside her first. You two can have sloppy seconds.”
By now all of us but Bill were naked. He still had most of his clothes on, with his pants down around his ankles. At this point there was no point in removed them, since he was getting exactly what he wanted. His cock was getting sucked by a voluptuous blonde; a blonde who was also getting fucked doggy style. After a week on the river it couldn’t get any better than that. I have always enjoyed fucking Sally while she sucked someone else, almost as much as watching Sally get fucked doggy style while she sucked me. It didn’t take long and I was ready to cum.
“I’m gong to cum,” I said to Sally as I grabbed her hips and pumped wildly. Sally stopped sucking, put her elbows on the ground and put her head on her arms.
“Then give it to me Stan. Give me your cum before the others take their turn.”
I gave a final thrust and, holding my dick as deep within her as possible, filled her belly. She waited a moment for me to withdraw, then turned back to sucking on Bill, but not until asking “Who’s next?”
Ed got on his knees behind Sally and, taking his large dick in his hand, slowly slid it into her. My cum leaked out of her as his cock filled more and more of her pussy. Her moans were muffled by the dick in her mouth. As she slid back and forth on Ed’s pole, it had more and more of an effect.
“Look at her nipples,” said John, “they are so large and hard.” He moved closer to play with her breasts while the two other men filled her mouth and pussy.
Sally’s sucking became more frenzied as she got closer to climax. Finally Bill blew his load. Sally gagged for a moment, then swallowed as cum leaked out around her lips. She pulled away, gasping for breath as one last shot of ejaculate left Bill’s cock and hit her chin. But she barely noticed as she bucked back against Ed’s cock, in the throes of her first climax of the evening.
Sally’s bucking had its effect on Ed. Moments after she finished her climax, he began his. As my exhausted wife feel forward on her arms again, allowing him to penetrate more deeply than in any other position, he grabbed her by the hips, gave a mighty thrust and spurted his semen into her body. Once again, they remained attached while his cock emptied into her. Finally he pulled out and she fell forward on her stomach.
Sally rolled over on her back and stared at the stars. She was mumbling something. I leaned forward to listen.
“I’m tired but I want to cum again. Fuck me more.”
Sally spread her legs. A mixture of Ed’s and my semen leaked out of her onto the ground. Jim obligingly came forward and positioned himself between my wife’s legs. He effortlessly penetrated her and began sliding his cock in and out. Grabbing her legs with either hand he pushed them back until they almost touched her shoulders, giving a perfect target for his thrusting. By now Sally was in her own special place, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the sensations running through her body. She began gasping loudly with each of Jim’s thrusts. She arched her ass up toward him so that her pussy could receive every stroke as deeply as possible. Finally her gasps became even more rapid than his pumping. Her back arched and with a large exhale of breath she came once again.
“I’m cumming too,” said Jim as he withdrew his cock and pumped in by hand. The first shot of semen arced across Sally’s belly and landed between her breasts. It was followed by a second, third and fourth, each with lessening intensity. When he was finished, his cum was splattered across her front from her breasts down to her navel and finally across her pubic hairs. Jim backed away and Sally lowered her legs. Almost immediately, John knelt down by my wife’s head. Turning it, he thrust his dick against her mouth. Obligingly she opened wide and sucked him in. She reached over with her hand and grabbed him by his ass, pulling him deep into her throat. He moaned in ecstasy. Grabbing the back of her blonde head with both hands he began fucking her face. It didn’t take him much time to cum; it had been building up while he was watching. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and jerked on it once. The first stream shot across her face and ended in her hair, leaving a trail of cum across her check and narrowly missing her eye. The next several were less vigorous, puddling around her mouth, cheeks and chin.
John got up and stepped away from Sally. The five of us stood around her looking. There was my slut wife, lying on the sand. She still had her eyes closed and was making a cooing sound of contentment. She had white sticky cum in her hair, on her face, between her breast and on her belly. There was also cum in her belly, which was slowly leaking out and onto the sand.
The next morning we were having breakfast around the campfire when we were hailed from the river. There were Bill and John, floating downstream in their raft. They had quite a tale to tell their friends when they met them. We waved as they passed, finished our meal and packed up camp. Sally had fallen right to sleep the night before and woke up as she always does, full of energy and ready to meet the new day. We started the morning in one canoe while Jim and Ed shared the other. We floated downstream saying little and enjoying the nature around us.
“Sally, you were amazing last night.”
She did not reply immediately but finally said, “It was fun. I’m looking forward to tonight.”