0 comments/ 107429 views/ 3 favorites Camp Encounter By: Alberta Al My wife still looks good as she approaches 50 years of age. While slightly overweight, she has been fortunate to have most of the excess weight go to her chest. With a 38D-27-38 figure she attracts attention but seems not to notice. She manages the payroll for a logging company and a lot of the men come to her office to get their paycheques. I have suggested to her a number of times that she should undo the top buttons on her blouse and watch the men stumble all over themselves trying to get a better look. She has denied that she would attract any attention. I stopped at her office to take her out to lunch one day and found her boss, Quint, in her office massaging her shoulders. Quint said hi to me and left the office quickly. While we were out at lunch, I teased her about giving her boss a hardon as he touched her and stared down her blouse. Kris denied that Quint was attracted to her as he had plenty of younger women willing to date him. Quint is about 30, single tall thin and good looking. I told Kris that while Quint may like women his own age, Quint’s cock sure seemed to like her. Kris laughed it off and we didn’t discuss it further. Several weeks later I noticed Kris wearing a blouse with a lower neckline to work. One that she had only worn when we went out. That evening I mentioned it to her and asked who she gave hardons to. She got red in the face but denied teasing anyone. Later that night as we began to make love, Kris was not interested in very much foreplay and wanted to be fucked. When I entered her, she was much wetter than normal and I slid in up to my balls without any effort. Now that I had her pinned to the bed, I told her that I wouldn’t fuck her until she told me who she wore the blouse for. She had admitted that she had worn the blouse for Quint and had arranged for him to massage her shoulders. She denied that anything had happened but was proud that he left her office with an obvious erection. We fucked to a better than average orgasm. Over the next several months, Kris would come home from work about once a week very horny from massaging or being massaged by Quint. On those days we would make love as soon as we got home from work. One afternoon Kris phoned me and told me that one of the camp cooks had quit with out notice. She had volunteered to go in to the bush and cook for a few days until another cook was hired. When she got back several days later, she was tired and went to bed immediately. The next day I teased her about getting laid in camp and not being horny when she got home. She answered that she had been working too hard to be interested in cock, mine or anyone else’s. The new cook lasted about a week before Quint fired her. Kris agreed to cook in the camp starting at the beginning of long change when all but a skeleton crew went home from camp. Quint was to drive her into camp and was going to do a camp inspection before leaving. I teased Kris about getting the chance to find out how big his hardon was. Kris responded by saying that if she did that she and Quint would probably end up having sex. I told her to go ahead and fuck him as long as she gave me a stroke by stroke description of what happened when she got home. Kris got out of the bush yesterday after a week in camp. She was both tired and horny. After a gentle fuck she told me what happened. Kris did not have time to change before leaving the office but managed to take off her suit jacket and panty hose. She wore her blouse and skirt during the trip to camp. Throughout the trip Quint kept glancing at her legs and chest. When they got to camp the remaining cook briefed Kris and left with the last truck. Kris finished preparing supper for the crew. Quint didn’t show up for supper until after the rest of the men had finished and left the kitchen. After eating he began to massage Kris’s shoulders. This time he reached down, undid 2 buttons and pulled her blouse off of her shoulders. When his hands moved lower Kris did not object and began to wonder what it would be like with Quint. He gently pulled her breasts out of her bra and stroked them as he began kissing her neck. Kris put her hand on Quint’s leg and slowly rubbed upwards until she found his erection. As she rubbed and squeezed it through his pants, she realized that he was built differently than I was and wondered if he would feel different inside her. She stood up, took Quint’s hand and walked into the cooks room. Kris pulled Quint’s head to her breasts then reached for his pants. After she unzipped him and let his pants fall to the floor, Kris released Quint’s cock from his underwear. Her panties came off next. Then Kris took Quint in hand gently stroking his cock. She directed him to lie on the bed and Knelt over his waist. She lowered her breasts until his face was surrounded and moaned as he sucked and fondled them. His hand slowly worked it’s way up her thigh until he was stroking her pussy. Quint’s finger worked it’s way between her pussy lips and penetrated her. Kris couldn’t wait. She had to have Quint inside her now. Sliding down his body, Kris grasped his cock and rubbed it against her pussy, lubricating the head. Then she started to sit , slowly engulfing his cock. It felt wonderful going in as it slid past her labia. It kept going in until she could feel his pubic hair. Kris began raising and lowering herself on his cock enjoying the ease of movement. It took several strokes before she could accurately gauge it’s length. Then she began to fuck him in earnest, pulling up until only the head was inside and pushing down until he was buried to the balls. Kris marveled at the different feelings his cock caused as it went in and out. As her orgasm approached she picked up speed and began fucking as fast as she could. Kris felt Quint surge up into her and pushed down hard burying his cock in her as he ejaculated. When he was done she resumed fucking him and reached orgasm before he lost his erection. After a rest, Kris put her blouse and skirt on and went to finish cleaning up the kitchen. Quint followed her a short time later wearing an unbuttoned shirt and unzipped pants. His partially erect cock bobbed around as he walked toward her. She told him to put his cock away before he hurt it on something. When he refused, Kris tried to do it for him which only helped to make him fully erect. She ignored him and went back to her cleaning. As she leaned over to wipe down a table, Kris felt Quint’s hands under her skirt. They were followed by his cock rubbing against her ass. She stopped cleaning and reached between her legs, grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. She held on to the table as Quint fucked her hard and fast. Her orgasm hit just before he pushed in hard and held himself buried in her as he ejaculated. After resting, Quint went to the bunkhouse while Kris slept in the cooks room. Quint came to the kitchen several times the next morning but was never alone with Kris. He finally caught her alone just as he was about to leave for town. He kissed her and fondled her breasts before pulling her into the cooks room. Kris knew that he was pressed for time and settled for playing with the cock that had given her so much pleasure. She pulled down Quint’s pants and underwear and began fondling his cock. As he became erect, Kris realized why he felt different. Quint’s cock was thin, less than 1 1/2 inches across. But it was long, about 8 or 9 inches. She began stroking his cock with both hands while she licked it’s head. Then Kris began sucking on Quint’s cock, pulling it in until it touched the back of her throat and pushing it out until only the head was in her mouth. When she felt Quint stiffen, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and held the head against her breasts. She stroked it until Quint finished ejaculating. Tucking his limp cock back in his pants, Kris sent him on his way. Quint did not return to the camp for the rest of Kris’s stay. Kris does not return to the office until tomorrow. Both of us are waiting to see what happens when both of them are together at the office. Kris wants to feel Quint inside her again but has agreed to keep their encounters at once or twice a month. From the way that she described their sexual encounters, I believe that if she was allowed unlimited access to Quint, Kris would fuck him almost every day. Camp Encounter There I was lying in bed in camp, again. At least as a I supervisor I was only forced to share with three others. They gave us a room with six bunks for the four of us. From the onset we shifted the furniture around in order give ourselves some extra space, with a few extra boards and some sheets we rigged up little rooms. It was a group of grown men making forts in their bedrooms. It was a Saturday and the company was throwing a little shindig; we had been here over a month and the stress level had been slowly building. There was some steam to blow off. I snuck out early in order to call home and have a few moments of quiet time in my little fort. My fellow bunk mates were still enjoying the fun and the room was silent. After a nice long silent hot shower, a rarity in camp, I climbed into bed and started to drift off. Not long after all the lights went out I heard the door open and light from the hallway spilled in; I didn't think much of it, camp life is never totally quiet. I didn't even bother to ask or open my eyes. The door was silently closed, silent footsteps, and then the feeling of air movement as my sheet door was moved. There was a thief in my room! I didn't move; let him turn on my light before I beat him senseless. I lay there on my back, quietly waiting for the light or the sound of drawers opening, but nothing. Nothing was happening, they were just standing there; were they deciding what to take? What to do? Then I heard the sound of rustling clothes, the crumple of a robe, and a soft hand touches my arm. A woman's hand sliding up my arm and the gentle settling of weight on the edge of my bed. Heat next to my ear and a whisper "Shhh, just enjoy this." My hand is placed on a thigh and guided up to the crease of a groin. My index finger placed into the moist outer folds of a pussy. Slowly my finger is moved back and forth, tantalizing her smooth lips, slick with her pussy juice. She grinds against my fingers, they slip into her inner lips as my thumb presses on her clit. A soft moan escapes her lips, she stiffens, and I feel a rush of hot sticky cum as she enjoys a quiet orgasm. The blankets are slowly pulled back and a hand glides down my stomach to rest on my groin. My cock swells under the touch of her warm hand. She gently squeezes and tugs my cock through my shorts. My hand is moved up to grasp a breast, a nice heavy breast. It fills my hand; I feel an erect nipple, a pleasure bud, through a thin layer of material. A t-shirt. She moans as I squeeze her breast, gently rolling her nipple between my fingers and clutches my cock. I recognize the voice, a clerk from the camp office. She shifts positions and my shorts are slide down. I feel the warmth of her mouth hover above my rigid cock. Her tongue darts out and licks my engorged head. My cock jumps and she catches it in mouth. My head is surrounded by her lips, wrapped in her hot mouth, she gently sucks, one hand holding my hips in place, and the other kneading my jizz filled sac. It had been awhile. Slowly I feel the warmth spread by my cock as she takes in all in. Her lips touch the root, her nose my stomach, my cock buried in her throat. I try to push it deeper, the involuntary thrust, but she holds me in place. With deliberate steady stokes she pistons my cock with her hand, in and out of her mouth. Rubbing her warm saliva into my balls, massaging my sack, urging my cum to geyser. I forced myself be quiet as she continues to blow me. Then she stops. Carefully she slips her lips off my cock and lowers it onto my stomach. The sudden cold air against my rod makes me shudder. I feel her weight shift as she moves higher up my body. She lowers herself onto me, placing my slippery cock in between her soaked outer pussy lips; nestled into her moist folds but not penetrating her hot pussy. Slowly her hips shift forward until my head is enveloped in her pussy lips, then shifts back, grinding her clit against my cock. Her pussy juices mixing with her saliva as she rocks back and forth. Her inner folds grip my cock tighter than her mouth. Grabbing my hands she grasps her tits, mashing our fingers against her still covered flesh. Back and forth she rocks, her breathing quickens, as I feel the pressure build in my sac. "I.." "Shhh" With her hips forward she lifts gently and drives back, impaling my cock in her pussy. Her ass slaps my balls, her pussy clenches in orgasm; waves of pleasure kneading my cock. I can't hold it and explode. I grab her hips as my orgasm spasms through me. I fill her with shot after shot of cum. Each blast causing her pussy to clench as another wave of pleasure hits her. She arches her back as the waves subside, my cock twitching in her pussy, our juices slowly leaking out the sides of her quivering pussy lips. She leans forward; I feel her hair fall and touch my face. The smell of mango shampoo, sweat, and sex fills my nose. Her lips touch my ear, "Thank you" Her weight shifts off the bed, the rustle of fabric, doorknob turning, light from the hallway, darkness. Wow, only six more weeks left in camp. Camp Encounter Ch. 2A The original Camp encounter described my wife’s initial sexual liaison with her boss and contained very few embellishments. Part 2 is divided into: A. what really happened next and B. what I wanted to happen next. * * * * * Kris was still having difficulty dealing with her feelings of guilt. She knew that she had my support and approval to continue to have sex with Quint. But she didn’t like the two of them cheating on Quint’s girlfriend, Ann. Kris left for work worried about how Quint would react. They avoided each other until the office closed for lunch. When everyone else had left they talked. Once Quint found out that I knew and approved, he felt less guilty. He explained that his relationship with Ann was one of convenience. Neither wanted a serious relationship and neither had the time to look for a sexual partner. For the last 10 years they provided each other with sexual relief. Kris and Quint agreed to keep their relationship casual and away from the office. When Quint stood up the tent in the front of his pants was obvious. Kris moved closer to Quint and caressed his cock through his pants. She wondered aloud how the ‘big guy’ was going to make it until quitting time. Quint laughed and said that he would call on Kris if the ‘big guy’ couldn’t make it. Kris kept busy through the afternoon catching up on the work that was left undone when she was at the camp. She was interrupted by a gravely voice. “I can’t take it any more.” She looked up and saw Quint standing across the desk from her with his fully erect penis sticking out of his pants. “Put it away. Some one will see us.” Quint told her that everyone was gone and that the office was locked. When he moved around the desk and stood beside her, Kris turned and kissed the head of his cock. Quint pulled he to her feet. “We agreed not to do anything at the office. Where can we go?” Quint ignored her and began to unbutton her blouse. When her breasts were exposed, he pulled one from her bra. Kris moaned as Quint’s mouth covered her breast. She gave in to the delight of his tongue caressing her nipple. Next time they would find a place to go. She pushed his pants and underwear below his groin and began fondling Quints cock and balls. Kris held both balls in one hand and squeezed them while she used her other hand to gently stroke his cock. Quint responded by humping her hand and poking her belly with the head of his penis. He continued to suck on one breast while he fondled the other. Quint’s hands undid her bra, releasing the second breast, and moved slowly down her back. He slipped one hand under the waistband of her pants, then under her panties, and stroked her ass. The radio phone rang startling them both. Quint reluctantly pulled away from Kris. The logging crew only phoned when something went wrong. He went to the reception area and answered the phone. Kris collapsed into her chair. Quint was still on the phone. She slowly put herself together. When she was ready to leave Quint was still on the phone dealing with some kind of emergency. In a whisper, Kris reminded him that they would have to find somewhere private. She left the office on shaky legs. Kris came in our front door, kicked off her boots and dropped her coat on the floor. She pulled her suit pants and panties off as she came in to the living room. What a sight she was, standing there in her suit jacket and blouse, breathing heavily, her face flushed and full of lust. I walked up to my wife to kiss her and ask about her day. She put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. “Please.” she moaned. I knelt between her legs with my head spinning and moved towards her groin. I had never seen her this excited. What had she done with Quint? As my tongue parted her pussy lips I wondered what I would be licking: A freshly fucked pussy full of Quint’s semen? An overheated pussy desperately needing a tongue or a cock? Kris’s lips were swollen and puffy. I could taste her arousal. She began to orgasm almost immediately. I held on to her ass and kept my tongue in her and in contact with her clit until she quit humping my face. I gently licked her as she calmed down. As I pulled my head from between her legs I realized that I was painfully erect. I stripped off my pants and underwear as Kris laid on the carpet. She guided my cock into her and I began to pump her with long steady strokes. I was surprised when my need to come eased, allowing me to fuck her to another orgasm, before I tensed and emptied my balls into her. We lay together on the floor and I stroked Kris as she told me about her day. I was relieved that he had not come in her. I suggested that they use our house during lunch hour as no one was home during the day. Over the next few weeks Kris and Quint were regularly touching each other at work. Quint was uncomfortable about using our house and they could not find another place to go that they were happy with. As a result their sexual encounters were in the office after work. They were rushed and consisted of either a quick fuck or some heavy petting with Kris masturbating Quint to a climax. Rarely did Kris climax. She usually arrived home horny and desperate to come. She usually wanted me to skip any other form of foreplay, put my head between her legs and bring her to orgasm with my fingers and mouth. Then I would mount her and fuck her until I came. Eating Kris had always been one of the highlights of sex. But putting my tongue in her pussy when it could be full of Quint’s cum repulsed me. After I told her, Kris varied her routine when Quint came in her. She would strip me of my pants instead of pushing my head between her legs. I was hard immediately and took great pleasure in rubbing the head of my cock around her vagina and between her lips before sliding it so slowly and effortlessly all the way into her freshly fucked pussy. She was always so slippery and very hot. I would hold myself motionless inside her as her intense heat pushed me towards ejaculation. Then I would fuck her furiously until I added my semen to Quint’s. This was followed by the two of us showering together. I would gently clean her ‘ravaged pussy’ and then go down on her, often while we were still in the shower. One evening, as she pushed my head down, I could smell fresh semen as I got close to her pussy. I started to pull back and told Kris why. “I made him pull out and come on my belly.” she panted. I attacked her pussy and did everything that I could to bring her to a crushing orgasm. Their relationship gradually deteriorated after that night. Quint got to come in her less frequently and mainly to provide me with ‘sloppy seconds’. Kris would take care of his needs but save herself for me to satisfy. Kris moved on to another job and their relationship ended. Despite my urging, she will not consider looking for another man to replace Quint.