Mountain Air – (MMF/cons/slut wife)

All that night I tossed and turned pondering what I had seen my
wife Danielle do. At first I had been upset about it, amazed at how she
could so freely cheat on me with those two total strangers. But the
more I considered it, the more aroused by the idea I became. I liked
watching my wife become a slut and I wanted more, namely to involve
myself in the action. But of course for this to happen, I would have to
confront her about it, and there was no telling how that would go.
After breakfast that morning, I decided that before we got going too
far in our weeklong hike up the mountain I would broach the subject.
That way, if things went bad, we could still get down from the hike and
try to work things out alone instead of surrounded by strangers.

As we began the climb, it wasn’t surprising to see Danielle
keeping within direct earshot (and line of site) with Chris and Tim,
the two college boys from the night before. I in the meantime, kept a
reasonable distance from the three and watched their body language and
their movements, as well as listened to the tone of their voice.
Surprisingly, all three acted like nothing had happened; as if the
double teaming they had given my wife was just an everyday occurrence.
By mid morning however, I knew my plan of action, and I hustled to
catch up with my wife to talk to her. Making sure that we were bringing
up the rear of the 20 person group, and not within listening range, I
began.

“Honey, by the way,” I said, nonchalantly “I saw you in the
woods last night.”

I kept on climbing, but my wife had stopped dead in her tracks.
I turned around to look at her and pay attention now to HER body
language and her facial expressions. She had gone almost stark white,
like she had just seen her entire family murdered.

“Wwwhhhatt do you mean? I wasn’t in the woods last night,” she
stuttered. I could see her hand shaking a little. While this wasn’t my
idea of fun to lead my wife on like this, I must say I was enjoying it.

“Now, don’t give me that,” I said, in a half strict, half
joking manner. “I saw you back there with those two college studs,
getting the fucking of a lifetime. But don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

At first her face gave a small wash of relief, but this last
comment by me changed her expression to a look of puzzlement.

“Yyyyoouu don’t mind? You don’t mind that I was cheating on
you?” she said, still very apprehensive about it. I meanwhile,
maintained a cool head and a steady voice.

“Nope. In fact, I liked it. I liked watching those total
strangers manhandle you. I liked watching you suck them off and then
let them cum in your pussy. I really liked that expression on your face
as you came,” I said, still being totally cool about it, but now
smiling a little so she knew I wasn’t being sarcastic.

It was now impossible to read her face, as I could tell that
internally she was wrestling with many emotions and feelings.

“In fact, I liked it so much, that I want to see you do it
again, if you want to. Only this time, I want to be involved,” I said
to her.

Finally her face returned to a normal color, and I could see
that all the talk we were doing had her head spinning full of sexual
ideas and fantasies. She smiled at me, the morning sun light hitting
her beautiful hair and framing her porcelain face behind the forest
that we had hiked through and now lay behind us.

“Well, in that case, let me go talk to those two boys up there
and maybe we can get at it right now,” she said.

I held up my hand, motioning for her to stop. “No, not yet. All
in good time. I have a plan that I think will work out for everyone
involved,”

The rest of the hike went very well, the entire group gaining
5,000 feet for the day. The weather was getting a little colder, and
this was the part of the hike where age started to become a factor. The
40-somethings couldn’t keep up as well with us, so the speed and pace
slowly shifted, with the lackadaisical college age group migrating from
the middle and from straggling, to leading the entire group. Night
began to fall, and we finally reached our shelter for the night, the
mouth of a huge cave that would have been big enough for 200 people,
let alone our 20. The cave was part of a series of caves, carved out of
the side of the mountain. Despite it being colder however, things felt
wonderful. The timberline had began to fade, and aside from a little
bunch of trees here or there, the mountain was in pristine condition.

Around 9:00, exhausted and tired, the group began to settle in
to sleep. We all had to wake up at 6 AM the next morning to start
climbing again, with hopes of reaching the summit by mid afternoon.
Setting up our sleeping bags in a fairly isolated and private spot of
the cave, my wife and I began to get ready for bed. However, per the
plan we had discussed, Danielle made her way over to Chris & Tim’s area
of the cave to talk to them while I did most of the unpacking. By 10,
there was hardly an awake soul in the place, spare 4 horny people. My
wife quietly made her way out of the cave, as I lay there watching her
go, feigning sleep. 5 minutes later, on the dot, I saw two more figures
walk out of the cave, going the exact same direction that my wife had
went. Now came the tough part. My role was to wait 20 minutes before I
left the cave, to give Danielle and the two guys time to
get…ahem…acquainted. Laying there, watching the seconds tick by
slowly on my watch, I slowly jerked myself off, just to get in the
mood. By the time 18 minutes had past, I decided to say screw it and
head out (patience isn’t one of my strong suits), hornier than I had
been in a long time.

Stepping outside of the cave, the entire mountainside was
bathed in the pale white light of a full moon overhead that seemed so
much closer now that we were so far elevated. I had no trouble seeing
my way around. The rendezvous point we had chosen was actually a fairly
decent walk from where the other campers were, and was at times, quite
precarious. This was done not only to discourage OTHER people from
following, but to give us all some privacy. Rounding the bend on the
cave we had chosen, I switched off the only thing I had brought, a
flashlight, and began to walk as stealthily as possible towards the
mouth of this other, much smaller cave.

Danielle had spotted this cave herself because of the
dimensions of it. It was only about 15 feet wide at the entrance, but
as you walked maybe 20 yards into it, it expanded into a very
comfortable area, probably the size of a small living room. The floor
was smooth but cold, and there wasn’t any debris (stalactites,
stalagmites) sticking about any where. All in all, a perfect place for
a little late night fuck session. Walking in, I stuck close to the far
wall, guided by just the sparse light seeping in from the moon above. I
could hear echoing on the walls the familiar sucking sound my wife
makes when she is giving very good head. I could also hear a squishing
sound, which meant that her pussy was very wet, and that it was getting
slammed at that very moment.

Finally having reached the back wall of the cave, I moved my
way slowly to the center area so that I could barely make out the
shadow of the three people going at it no more than 10 feet in front of
me. Relishing that I had gotten in undetected, I almost hesitated
before blowing my cover, a part of me wanting to play the voyeur like I
did the night before. But that wasn’t part of the plan we had made;
plus, it wasn’t nearly as fun.

Grabbing hold of my flashlight, I pointed it straight ahead and
flicked it on. All three bodies stopped what they were doing and stared
directly at the light, with a look of fear that I hadn’t seen since I
almost hit that deer coming home one night. My eyes adjusted to the
light change and I could see very easily what was happening. Danielle
was on her hands and knees, her shirt laying on the ground near her,
her perfect tits hanging down sexily. Her ass was in the air, and
attached to it was Tim, his dick half in and half out of my wife’s
pussy, his pants around his ankles. Chris was in front of my wife’s
head, his dick just inches from her mouth. I could see a string of
precum dangling from her lips to his cock head.

Knowing the way things were going to work, Danielle broke the
silence.

“Hi honey,” she said in an innocent voice.

The realization of what was happening hit them both at the same
time, and it wouldn’t have been possible to time it better, as both men
reached down and pulled up their pants at the exact same time. Trying
to explain themselves, they both began talking at once, blubbering like
idiots.

“We are sorry! We didn’t know that you were seeing each other!
We thought you were just friends,”
“Yea. I…I mean WE didn’t want to…we weren’t trying to
ruin…we are sorry!”

I smiled at them, enjoying this moment, hoping it wouldn’t be
the last I would get to have.

“Don’t worry. I’ve heard all the excuses. I don’t want you to
stop. Neither of us do,” I said, motioning at my wife. “In fact, after
seeing you three go at it last night out there in the woods, I must say
that I want to be involved in something like that more often. So
please, continue fucking my wife. Allow me a moment to remove these
pants, save me a hole, and I’ll be over there in a second,”

They both were still staring at me. Slowly however, Chris
turned his head to face my wife, and almost as if in a dream, began
unzipping his pants again. My wife wasted no time yanking his cock out
and devouring it, sucking down almost all of his 11 inches in one gulp.
Tim in the meantime, needed no encouragement, and before I could even
get my belt unbuckled, he was back inside my wife’s lovely tight pussy.
Danielle’s eyes glowed in the beam of the flashlight, now set aside to
illuminate the cave as best as possible.

Getting my pants and boxers down, my dick became exposed to the
cold night air. That didn’t stop it however, from being as hard as any
piece of rock inside that cave. With my pants set aside and now wearing
only my hiking shirt from earlier in the day and a pair of climbing
boots, I walked over towards my wife’s head.

Reaching down with my hand, I pulled my wife’s head away from
Chris’ cock, which flopped out of her mouth with an audible slurping
sound.

“I’ll take over from here,” I said. “Go give it to her in the
ass. She loves that,”

Looking down into Danielle’s eyes, she smiled up at me as I
inserted my dick into her warm and loving mouth. Keeping the same tempo
and pace she had been keeping on Chris, her head bobbed up and down my
shaft rapidly.

Chris had wasted no time getting over to my wife’s beautiful
ass (I’ve always been an ass man, personally. I love the look of them
in jeans and especially do I love the feel of them in my hands.
Danielle’s ass was one of the best I had ever seen). Tim had to
accommodate him however, as he now crawled underneath my wife, making
sure to keep his cock inside her pussy as he rotated himself below her.
This gave Chris full access to her tight asshole, to which he
thoroughly looked pleased to be given. His cock already lubricated from
the saliva of my wife’s mouth, as well as his precum, Chris slowly
began to work the head of his 11 inch monster into her asshole. Being
experienced at ass fucking, my wife relaxed her rectum and let the
shaft sink into her. With his balls now resting against her ass, Chris
began to get a slow rhythm going inside of her.

This was the cue for Tim to resume his fucking, and he did so
quite expertly. Stabbing upward into her with all of his cock, the
friction from Tim slamming into her combined with the thrusting Chris
was giving her ass, had a huge effect on Danielle. I could feel her
moan onto my cock as she was getting fucked, all three of her holes now
filled. It was a wonder she wasn’t struggling to keep herself up, the
pleasure being so intense.

Our collective rhythm and tempo varied as we all thrust into my
wife (by this time I had her gently by the hair and was fucking her
mouth by my own hands more than she was doing with her head.) but it
was Tim who broke the silence to, of all things, ask me a question.

Panting and nearly out of breath from having to keep such a
varying tempo, he said.

“I’m about to cum. Should I pull out?”

Looking down at my wife, her eyes met mine at the same time.
This decision was up to her. After a momentary pause, she shook her
head no.

“No. She wants you to cum in her,” I told him. The thought of
having sloppy seconds on my wife was something that I could hardly
stand, and I almost blew my load right then and there while thinking
about it.

We all sped up to match Tim’s pace, none of us wanting to pull
our dicks from our respective holes. Tim had reached up and grabbed her
hips and was jamming her down on to his cock at a blistering rate.
Making a few final thrusts, he cried out as his cum shot deep into my
wife’s belly. Danielle came at the same time, as I felt her moan grow
stronger on my cock, creating a hummer like effect.

Now it was my turn to cum. Pulling her head up gently so that I
could look at her, I mouthed out “I love you” as I pulled her nose
against my stomach and shot at least three massive jets of cum down her
throat. I saw her cheeks bulge a little as she swallowed most of the
cum, although a little seeped out and landed to the right of Tim’s
head, making an audible drip noise as it hit. Pulling my dick from my
wife’s mouth, I leaned against the far wall I came in on and caught my
breath.

Chris meanwhile, apparently being a master of self control, was
still going at it in my wife’s ass. Having only one person to focus on
now, my wife was giving him encouragement as she rocked herself hard
back and forth on his cock. While her ass was getting slammed, I saw
her bite her lip to quell a scream of pleasure as she orgasmed yet
again. Unable to take any more of the tightness of my wife’s ass, Chris
pulled out of her and began jacking himself off, until finally I could
see a stream of cum land on the small of her back and run down into the
crack of her ass.

We all took a breather for a few minutes, but it was apparent
that no one was satisfied when my wife built a makeshift mattress out
of all of our clothes and laid on it, legs spread and waiting for her
next fuck. Having not had sex in a week, I was the first to get in
front of her pussy. I could see the cum from Tim seeping out of her
cunt, and like the night before, could smell the mixture of their cum
and the musk of her pussy juice filling the air. Positioning myself at
her hole, I slowly slid my cock in, feeling the wetness all around me.
I had never done sloppy seconds with any girl, let alone my own wife,
but the feeling was extremely intense. Just knowing that another man
had cum inside my wife just minutes before was an incredible turn on. I
wasted no time hammering into my wife, the squishing noises of all the
various bodily fluids filling the air. Chris and Tim meanwhile had
gotten on their knees with their cocks right above my wife’s face, and
were having them licked and sucked by her in alternating turns as I
grinded into her pussy. Massaging her clit with my fingers while I
fucked her, I wanted to make sure that she came at the same time I did.
However, given how sex starved I had been, it wasn’t long before I felt
the tension in my balls yet again. Setting to work to get my wife off,
I used the special trick that I knew even these guys didn’t know.
Putting her clit between my thumb and middle finger, I rubbed and
flicked it all around with my index finger. This gave her an intense
feeling and judging by the gasping breathing, she was just seconds away
from cumming. Realizing that I was just as close, I pounded her harder
and faster until I felt myself erupt inside of her, the cum from my
cock hitting the walls of her cervix and pussy and mingling with the
juices from the cock before mine.

Her breathing now returning to normal, my wife began feverishly
licking and sucking the two men off. They were very close, and finally
Chris stood up, followed by Tim. They both began to beat off quickly
and then around the same time sprayed down my wife’s face and chest
with their cum. The college boy cum landed in globs all over her cheeks
and mouth, dripping down onto the nape of her neck. An especially
noticeable dollop in the weak light landed right in her hair, just
inches from her ear. Gathering up our respective clothes, each man took
his turn wiping my wife clean of cum and sweat with the towel she had
brought (always be prepared in nature). We were just about to get
dressed, when we heard voices and the giggling of a woman at the mouth
of the cave. Quickly grabbing the flashlight, I shut it off right
before we saw two figures enter the cave. All of us remained silent,
listening to them.

The laughter and whispering got louder as they continued to
move further back into the cave.

“Come on baby, back here. Just a little further…” I heard a
man’s voice say in a low whisper.

The voices stopped, but we could all hear the sound of someone
being pressed against the cave wall.

“Ow! That’s a rock!” giggled the girl’s voice again, this time
much closer than we had thought. Not one of the four of us dared to
breath as we listened intently in the silence for some noise. That
finally came when we heard the unbuttoning of a shirt and that now all-
too-familiar sound of kissing or sucking.

I was afraid now that we would all be stuck here until this
pair of lovers were through, but my wife had other ideas. Taking the
flashlight from me, she quietly stood up (still topless mind you) and
walked toward where we had heard the sound. Holding the flashlight out
in front of her just like I had done a few hours earlier, she flicked
it on.

Again we had to adjust to the light, but it was much quicker
this time before we saw the mouth of an older, taller black man around
the tit of a much younger attractive white girl. Both of the lovers
just stared at us with that same deer-in-the-headlights gaze.

“Welcome to the party,” Danielle said, her bare breasts and
erect nipples jutting out from her chest. “You got here at just the
right time…”