Camp Site Orgy

The following story is a work of fiction. Being a work of fiction all concerns regarding disease and pregnancy are unnecessary. This storyline was suggested to me by a fan and I hope that I have done it justice. This story contains slut wife and unfaithful husband behaviour. If you don’t like these stories please don’t read it. I am also Australian and will make no apologies for using Australian terms and spelling. Enjoy.

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Amy kept herself under control as John, her husband of six months, told her what was happening.

“We are going camping.” He said. “Just you and I out to Shaganon Caves”

“Since when do I go camping?” She asked. “I hate camping.”

“I have all the best equipment.” John said. “I even have a double bed.”

Amy only liked seeing five stars, those above the hotel sign, when she went away. The idea of spending a night out in the wilderness was not her idea of fun.

“What about toilets and all that?” She asked.

“They have toilets there but no hot showers, we use the river for that.” He said.

Amy knew about these camping trips but not about what went on when he and his mates Ted and Bill took off for the weekend. Before John got married they used to go fishing down on the south coast and pick up a few ladies and have a little orgy back in the cabin. On occasion they would even gangbang any woman who was up for it. Although it was a long time ago Amy had fucked both Ted and Bill, it was through them she met John. John didn’t know that Amy had fucked both Ted and Bill and assumed that the sweet girl he had married wasn’t quite the slut she really was.

For instance.

After she finished school, almost 15 years ago, she fucked four men in one night and took two of them on at once after a night on the booze with friends. Before meeting and marrying John she’d had sex in all kinds of outrageous places with any variety of men..and women. She loved the thrill of being caught and was once handcuffed and fucked up the arse by a policeman on the bonnet of his car in the outback. She never did get that speeding fine. Even on her hen’s night she gave a stranger a blow job in his car at the back of the hotel she was at.

At 33 Amy’s biological clock was ticking away furiously and the need to settle down and start having children was beginning. She took an oath in front of her friends that she would not fuck anyone else once she was married. She had decided to make it work and after 15 years of pleasing herself, she’d decided to become an honest woman.

John was no angel of virtue either. On his bucks night his mate Dave shared his wife Julie and her friends Sheree and Libby in a little orgy. He too decided that enough was enough and his new partner, who he had known for only nine months before they decided to get married, was going to be it for the rest of his life.

So for the past six months they had both being playing at happy, monogamous couples. The reality though was that both were harbouring thoughts of wild sex that they kept from each other. Secrets of past conquests and events. Secrets of past lovers. Secrets of wanton desires.

“OK I’ll go.” She said. “Will there be many other people there?”

“I don’t think so.” John said smiling. “School holidays are over so there shouldn’t be many, if any, about.”

She smiled back at the idea of being alone in the bush.

“Cool.”

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John guided the Forester gently down the dirt road to the caves. The road was in fairly good shape with evidence of some kind of weed clearing going on in the piles of blackberries and Lantana on the roadside. They passed a minibus with a Green Corps sticker on the side but could not see anyone working. After about ten minutes of sometimes sickening twists and turns they reached the entrance to the park. The boom gate was up and there was no one to be seen. The kiosk was closed and it looked as though it had been for some time.

“Let’s have a look shall we.” Amy said.

“Yes lets.” John said as he pulled the car up in front of the kiosk.

On opening the doors and encountering the heat and humidity the two took a step back in shock.

“It’s a bit bloody warm.” John said brushing away the flies that had immediately set upon them.

Dust and leaf litter had accumulated around the verandah of the kiosk and it looked as though it hadn’t been open for years, not months.

“What sort of place is this?” Amy asked concerned. They had thought that although it was a week after the summer season at least the kiosk would be open.

“So we have to survive on what we bought or drive for an hour back into town to get supplies each day.” She continued. “You planned this well.” She said sarcastically.

“What does the sign say on the door.” John said as he walked towards it.

Amy held her hand up to the window and looked inside. She hoped that maybe she would see someone or at least evidence of someone being there recently.

“Due to contractual problems with the National Parks and Wildlife service this business will remain closed until further notice.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Don’t worry about it.” John said as he hugged here thin frame. “I’ll go back into town tomorrow and get some stuff if we need to. Maybe I’ll catch a fish for us.”

“You’d want to.” She said hugging back. “It’s a nice spot though.” She said nodding her head towards a mob of kangaroos bounding through the parkland.

“At least someone has been looking after the grounds.” Mark said. “And with no one else here we have the pick of the sites.”

“I don’t want to be too close to the toilets.” Amy said. “But not too far away.”

They climbed back into the car and headed down towards the rivers edge.

“There is a nice spot down behind the rocks there.” John said pointing with his head. “You can always pee in the river.”

“Yeah I suppose so.” Amy’s response surprised and elated John. Maybe he didn’t know her that well after all, he thought.

The site was perfectly located only about 10 metres from the water’s edge and tucked nicely away behind some rocks and Red Gums. A permanent table was situated near a wood barbecue and it made sense to set up camp there. The caves were about a 500 metre walk back up past the kiosk and was to be tomorrow’s big adventure. Today they had to get the camp site ready.

“Alright.” John said taking charge. “Do you want to help me set up or do you want to go for a wander?”

“I’ll help.” She said as she opened the back of the Subaru. “I don’t think this will be the last time we’ll be going camping.”

With a minimum of fuss and about and hour and a half later the job was done. The tent stood firmly and flatly with the double bed inflated and in position on the floor of the tent. No bugs could possibly make it through the two screens into the main room, the table was set up and the beer and champagne was on ice.

With sweat on both their brows John declared it was time for a swim.

They grabbed the towels and swimmers and headed down to the water’s edge. John looked over his shoulder, back up the main track, to see if anyone had turned up while they were working. With the coast clear he pulled his T-shirt off, kicked off his shoes and socks and dropped his pants to stand in the bollocks in front of his wife.

“Bugger the cossies.” He said. “Care to join me?”

As he rearranged his tackle she looked at his divine chiselled body. The urge to grab his cock and suck it hard was strong but she too looked around before deciding it was safe to disrobe. She unbuttoned the side of her mini skirt and dropped it to her feet. She then pulled her sweaty halter neck top off and she stood before him in just a bra and panties. He could feel the blood begin to rush to his member as she stood before him and when she turned her back to him and slowly undid her bra, then slid her panties down to the ground he was half hard. She stood before him in her glorious nakedness and she did something that surprised both him and her.

Maybe it was the heat or the fresh air but Amy was incredibly horny and something in her head just clicked. She dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed his cock and felt free.

“Oh fuck baby.” John moaned. “That is so hot.” He wanted to call her a slut just as much as she wanted to be called one. She ran her tongue expertly around his head like she’d never done before. She recalled giving two men a blowjob at a pub while on holidays on the Gold Coast and she rubbed her tingling pussy as she recalled that moment. She cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them as he grabbed the back of her head. He remembered his mate’s wife sucking him off in the laundry of his house while his mate was down in the garage fixing his car.

Amy was so ferociously sucking his cock that he felt that he was going to spurt cum all over her face, something that he had not done, to Amy at least. A glob of spit fell out of her mouth and seductively dropped down between her breasts. This was almost too much for John who saw it as a spray of cum.

He pulled his rock hard cock away from her and stroked it as he looked at her. She looked up at him like she had never looked at him before. She just saw sex. She just wanted sex. She needed sex.

She stood up and grabbed his hand and said “Come into the water.”

She walked towards the water as he followed, completely entranced by her new sexuality. Her pussy juice was running down her leg as she entered the cool of the water which made her nipples stand out even more than they already were. She dipped under the water and turned and splashed water at John who dived in between two large boulders that were in the water. Amy swam over to the smaller boulder and lay back in the sun like a beach model. Her long dark hair splayed out onto the rocks and her pussy was open, wet and waiting for John’s tongue. He surfaced thinking of fucking Amy on the beach and when he turned and saw her spread legged on the boulder he figured that that would do.

“I think the fresh air suits you.” He said as he waded towards her. His cock was still hard as he came out of the water.

“Maybe it’s the company I keep.” She said. “All that masculine activity.”

He grabbed her by the knees and kissed the inside of her thighs and she leant back in anticipation of his wonderful mouth. He didn’t disappoint as he slid his tongue into her sopping pussy. Amy leant back on the hot rock and remembered how her friend Wendy was the first woman to ever lick her pussy and how on one hot night she had a dildo up her arse, Wendy sucking her pussy and two cocks being shoved in her face from the men they picked up. She squeezed her nipples in remembrance as John sucked her clit and she nearly cracked his head open like a walnut as she shook in orgasmic delight. The juices flowed out of her pussy as he pulled her legs apart and sucked on the nectar within.

John remembered how he had two young girls lick each others pussies as he fucked them both before cumming in one girls cunt and watching the cum spill out into the others mouth. Oh how much would he like to see Amy licking another cunt as he fucked her. And fuck her is what he needed to do. He took one more suck on her clit and stood up straight. The rock was at a perfect height and he grabbed her legs and pulled her slightly forward and poked his cock at her wet and open snatch.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” Amy said reverting to the language of her past, language she had never used with John.