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11/01/2020
A few yearr ago my wife and I made a road trip to Flagstaff, AZ to drop our son off at college. We did a lot of backpacking in our younger years and had always talked about backpacking into the Grand Canyon but never did. Even though we had not backpacked in years we decided to take this opportunity to take a few days and do just that.
Weeks before we left I had scouted out a trail that would take us down to the river and applied for permits for that route. After getting our son settled for his freshman year we headed up to the Canyon. We checked in with the ranger station and were informed that we would be the only ones on the trail so we would not see anyone for our entire trek. That bothered us a little for safety reasons but we were experinced and it would not be the first time we had been in the wilderness alone. Despite being in our mid (her) and late (me) 40's we were both in exceptional shape. My wife Joanna (Jo) still looked fantastic and was commonly, and not so secretly referred to by our son's friends as a total MILF - much to his dismay.
As we hiked down into the Canyon and as the day progressed we realized that were ambitious in thinking that we could make it to the bottom of the Canyon in one day. As the sun set we decided to camp at the trail and continue the next day. We had enough provisions for four days so we weren't concerned. We ended up at the bottom of the Canyon around 11AM the following day and found a nice little rocky beach. Being hot and knowing we were the only humans within miles we stripped down to nothing and skinny dipped in the cold water. We decided to spend the rest of the day there and I inflated our air matress and before long my lovely wife had her legs wrapped tightly aound my torso as my cock was buried deep into her warm pussy. After sending my load deep inside I rolled to her side and continued to rub her clitoris as she had not yet reached an orgasm.
Just as her breathing became heavy, I heard a rustling in the bushes followed by a male voice with a British accent.
"Uhhh....excusenus. Sorry - we don't mean to intrude but we'd like to ...a...pass on by."
Jo immediatly rolled over onto her stomach but in doing so rolled off of the mattress onto the rocky beach. Any clothing or towels were several yards away.
"I thought you said we were the only ones on this trail!" At this point all she could do is roll on to her rear and climb back onto the mattress with an embarrassed laugh. There was no point in hiding anything at this point as two young men had already seen everything she had to offer.
The young man we later learned was Malcolm, and his friend Bryan were standing in rubber skirts holding paddles and continued speaking as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"We're not hiking. My mate and I are kayaking the river. This spot looked a bit spicey and we are portaging our boats."
Jo was normally a very conservative woman and since meetng me no other man had seen her in anything less than a one piece bathing suit. Yet here she was, completely in her birthday suit and niether man was looking away nor were they embarrassed for her in the least. They just assumed we were nudists and were comfortable with the situation.
A few years earlier, when Jo and I had a few too many I admitted to her that my secret fantasy was to see her having sex with another man. The next morning she told me that she assumed that I was not serious but I looked her straight in the eye and told her that I was serious. She shook her head and said that she'd never, ever cheat on me. Not much was said about it since however I had noticed that when we were out with a few drinks in us she was much more flirtatios with other men, always checking my reaction. I always smiled at her hoping something would happen. It never did.
As we chatted with the boys (both in their mid-twenties) they were in no hurry and also began disrobing until they were as naked as we were.
Bryan piped in. "We were sorry to intrude on you but it looks like you were having fun. Would you mind terribly if I had a go?"
Have a go? Was I hearing him corretly? Did he just ask to fuck my wife??
Jo smied at me wickedly and then turned to Bryan. "Sure. Since you interrupted before I got mine, so to speak, give me your best shot."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. And then I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Jolly good." Bryan got up from the log he was sitting on and approached my wife still on the air mattress. He began to stroke himself but was fairly hard as he reached her. Jo reached out and took his cock in her hand and pulled it to her mouth. She sucked him for a minute or two and then guided him down, leaned back and spread her legs. She used the head of his dick to maturbate he clit and had her first orgasm before raising her hips and pulled him into her waiting pussy. I was stunned and the whole incident seemed to move in slow motion. Bryan pumped away in the missionary position, thier bodies flush and her legs wrapped around his muscular torso as they were mine less than 15 minutes earlier. Within a few more minutes Bryan's pace increased. Just before finishing he pulled out and shot a couple of loads on Jo's stomach as she used her hand to milk him dry.
I was stroking myself as I watched and I looked over and saw that Malcolm was doing the same.
"Good show. Mind if I take a turn?"
I just nodded. Bryan moved away and Jo turned to her hands and knees with her ass towards the approaching Malcolm. I got up and moved to her and neeled on the beach and kissed her deeply as Malcolm entered her from behind. I rose up and she took my very hard cock in her mouth and within a few minutes all three of us orgasmed. Malcolm followed Bryan's lead and pulled out just before cumming.
For the next hour we stayed naked and chatted some more. They had come over from the UK specifically to kayak in various rivers in the US. They had just graduated from University and were both starting jobs in banking upon their return to London.
Bryan asked to fuck Jo one more time and she obliged and she blew Malcolm before they returned to retrieve thier kayaks. They hiked past us giving their thanks and looked for a place to launch back on the river.
After they passed us Jo and I looked at each other and both laughed.
"That was a jolly good time," she said copying thier british accents. We made love again, packed up and for the next two days made the hike back up to the rim.
Nothing like that has never happened again and we rarely discuss it. Every now and then we smile at each other and I know she is thinking about it.
Weeks before we left I had scouted out a trail that would take us down to the river and applied for permits for that route. After getting our son settled for his freshman year we headed up to the Canyon. We checked in with the ranger station and were informed that we would be the only ones on the trail so we would not see anyone for our entire trek. That bothered us a little for safety reasons but we were experinced and it would not be the first time we had been in the wilderness alone. Despite being in our mid (her) and late (me) 40's we were both in exceptional shape. My wife Joanna (Jo) still looked fantastic and was commonly, and not so secretly referred to by our son's friends as a total MILF - much to his dismay.
As we hiked down into the Canyon and as the day progressed we realized that were ambitious in thinking that we could make it to the bottom of the Canyon in one day. As the sun set we decided to camp at the trail and continue the next day. We had enough provisions for four days so we weren't concerned. We ended up at the bottom of the Canyon around 11AM the following day and found a nice little rocky beach. Being hot and knowing we were the only humans within miles we stripped down to nothing and skinny dipped in the cold water. We decided to spend the rest of the day there and I inflated our air matress and before long my lovely wife had her legs wrapped tightly aound my torso as my cock was buried deep into her warm pussy. After sending my load deep inside I rolled to her side and continued to rub her clitoris as she had not yet reached an orgasm.
Just as her breathing became heavy, I heard a rustling in the bushes followed by a male voice with a British accent.
"Uhhh....excusenus. Sorry - we don't mean to intrude but we'd like to ...a...pass on by."
Jo immediatly rolled over onto her stomach but in doing so rolled off of the mattress onto the rocky beach. Any clothing or towels were several yards away.
"I thought you said we were the only ones on this trail!" At this point all she could do is roll on to her rear and climb back onto the mattress with an embarrassed laugh. There was no point in hiding anything at this point as two young men had already seen everything she had to offer.
The young man we later learned was Malcolm, and his friend Bryan were standing in rubber skirts holding paddles and continued speaking as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"We're not hiking. My mate and I are kayaking the river. This spot looked a bit spicey and we are portaging our boats."
Jo was normally a very conservative woman and since meetng me no other man had seen her in anything less than a one piece bathing suit. Yet here she was, completely in her birthday suit and niether man was looking away nor were they embarrassed for her in the least. They just assumed we were nudists and were comfortable with the situation.
A few years earlier, when Jo and I had a few too many I admitted to her that my secret fantasy was to see her having sex with another man. The next morning she told me that she assumed that I was not serious but I looked her straight in the eye and told her that I was serious. She shook her head and said that she'd never, ever cheat on me. Not much was said about it since however I had noticed that when we were out with a few drinks in us she was much more flirtatios with other men, always checking my reaction. I always smiled at her hoping something would happen. It never did.
As we chatted with the boys (both in their mid-twenties) they were in no hurry and also began disrobing until they were as naked as we were.
Bryan piped in. "We were sorry to intrude on you but it looks like you were having fun. Would you mind terribly if I had a go?"
Have a go? Was I hearing him corretly? Did he just ask to fuck my wife??
Jo smied at me wickedly and then turned to Bryan. "Sure. Since you interrupted before I got mine, so to speak, give me your best shot."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. And then I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Jolly good." Bryan got up from the log he was sitting on and approached my wife still on the air mattress. He began to stroke himself but was fairly hard as he reached her. Jo reached out and took his cock in her hand and pulled it to her mouth. She sucked him for a minute or two and then guided him down, leaned back and spread her legs. She used the head of his dick to maturbate he clit and had her first orgasm before raising her hips and pulled him into her waiting pussy. I was stunned and the whole incident seemed to move in slow motion. Bryan pumped away in the missionary position, thier bodies flush and her legs wrapped around his muscular torso as they were mine less than 15 minutes earlier. Within a few more minutes Bryan's pace increased. Just before finishing he pulled out and shot a couple of loads on Jo's stomach as she used her hand to milk him dry.
I was stroking myself as I watched and I looked over and saw that Malcolm was doing the same.
"Good show. Mind if I take a turn?"
I just nodded. Bryan moved away and Jo turned to her hands and knees with her ass towards the approaching Malcolm. I got up and moved to her and neeled on the beach and kissed her deeply as Malcolm entered her from behind. I rose up and she took my very hard cock in her mouth and within a few minutes all three of us orgasmed. Malcolm followed Bryan's lead and pulled out just before cumming.
For the next hour we stayed naked and chatted some more. They had come over from the UK specifically to kayak in various rivers in the US. They had just graduated from University and were both starting jobs in banking upon their return to London.
Bryan asked to fuck Jo one more time and she obliged and she blew Malcolm before they returned to retrieve thier kayaks. They hiked past us giving their thanks and looked for a place to launch back on the river.
After they passed us Jo and I looked at each other and both laughed.
"That was a jolly good time," she said copying thier british accents. We made love again, packed up and for the next two days made the hike back up to the rim.
Nothing like that has never happened again and we rarely discuss it. Every now and then we smile at each other and I know she is thinking about it.
Poster:
Scott
