The Second Occurrence: A Reframing
Becky is now my wife, but back then she was simply my girlfriend. We went on a road trip out into the countryside, looking for a peaceful spot for some outdoor fun. We found a secluded area to park the car and took a walk until we found a suitable spot to lay out a blanket. There's no doubt we were probably trespassing on an elderly farmer's land, but that's part of the excitement.
Becky stands at 5'7" with shoulder-length brown hair, matching brown eyes, a fit and attractive body, and incredibly perky DD breasts. I had already shared her with another man, an older gentleman (First Time).
We were both just 23 years old, both craving some raw fun in the sun. I was dressed casually in shorts and a T-shirt, while Becky wore tight shorts and a revealing crop top with a V-neck and a low-cut ribbed top for easy access to her luscious boobs.
As soon as we spread out the blanket, we found ourselves lying on top of it, passionately kissing and cuddling. Becky helped remove my T-shirt before getting completely undressed. We were both sweaty and horny, laughing about the risky situation. Not brave enough to go nude, I kept my shorts and footwear on and stuck my head between her legs. As Becky's curvaceous, naked body basked in the sun, her juicy pussy enjoyed the pleasure of my eager tongue licking her wet, slippery folds. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue and slid two fingers deep inside her sopping wet cunt.
She arched her back and moaned, grabbing her breasts and pinching her hard nipples. The idea of being caught turned her on immensely. She coated my face with her sweet nectar. I licked up every drop with my tongue until she finally climaxed.
"Make love to me in this field," she sighed.
"You really love the outdoors, don't you," I smiled at her arousal.
"You know I do," she happily agreed, pulling me on top of her.
I had my shorts around my ankles, exposing my bare chest. Our bodies pressed together as we made love on the blanket in the tall grass, bathed in the sun.
It was always the same when we made love - just a few minutes in, and Becky would demand to be fucked. As I started ramming my cock in and out, in and out, sweating and panting, a man suddenly appeared from the tree line. He was tall and slim, wearing a bucket hat and a backpack. He appeared to be in his mid-forties and a tad nerdy.
"Oh, fuck!", I quickly pulled away from Becky, getting back onto my knees, and pulled my shorts up. She blushed crimson and giggled at the sheer embarrassment as she sat up and wrapped the blanket around her smooth body.
"It's alright," the man reassured us, standing a short distance away. "I won't hurt or film you, and I won't join in. But can I just watch?"
"What the actual fuck!" I laughed in astonishment. He was being completely serious. "Who the fuck are you? Where the hell did you come from?"
He lifted his right arm and showed us a pair of binoculars. "I'm a birdwatcher," he joked, then glanced at Becky with obvious hunger in his eyes. "Birdwatching indeed," I thought.
In fact, he looked the part: boots, trousers, and a thin cotton shirt. He seemed harmless and friendly enough, and definitely eager to watch us carry on with our grassy fuck session. I looked from him to Becky - her eyes widened as she laughed, threw the blanket off, and climbed onto the ground with her legs spread open.
"Come on. Let's finish what we started," she giggled promiscuously.
The birdwatcher's eyes practically popped out of his head when Becky tossed the blanket aside, revealing her naked body. He pulled his backpack off one shoulder and unzipped his shorts as she lay back laughing, spreading her legs wide open.
I glanced back and forth between them. "Seriously?" I muttered to myself. "You mean it?"
The birdwatcher held out his phone reassuringly. "I swear I won't come any closer or take my phone out."
He definitely looked the part with his boots, shorts, and shirt. He seemed harmless and kind, more interested in the idea of watching us. Becky continued to giggle while he murmured his desire to watch us.
I saw the sparkle in her eyes before she glanced my way and beckoned me to lie down between her legs. "Fuck it," I mumbled under my breath. I pulled my shorts down and lied back between her legs, rubbing my semi-hard cock against her slick folds. She was definitely wetter than when we left her lying there.
As I fully erected and slid into Becky's wet pussy, I couldn't help but ponder her thoughts. She was making noises and caressing her delicate tits while watching the man with the long cock rubbing himself. I could feel her added pleasure as I gently fucked her.
Her moans grew louder and her brown eyes were fixated on the stranger, who was a few metres away from us. I glanced at this man who was also staring at Becky's ample bosom.
Watching her being fucked by someone else last year during our holiday was completely different. My dick was solid as steel inside her pussy. The thrill of being watched by another man was more exhilarating than I'd ever imagined. My cock felt hypersensitive and I was about to release my load inside Becky. But she hadn't cum yet.
The more I thought about this, the closer I got to orgasming. Caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice that I had slowed down to delay climaxing. Becky noticed this and asked if everything was okay. My heart throbbed violently and my breaths were short.
"I'm going to cum too soon," I whispered.
"That's fine. I don't have to climax every time," she whispered back.
I was grateful to have a lover like Becky, gladly letting out a deep sigh. Then I lost all sense of the present. I relaxed my body on top of hers and pressed my lips to her neck.
"His cock will make you climax," I muttered.
"Do you want him to fuck you?"
Becky giggled hysterically. "We don't necessarily need to do that," she replied softly, hugging me.
"You're still staring at his sizable dick," I noted. "Hammer cock, you said."
"It does," she confirmed, staring at the man. "Do you want to invite him over?"
"Yeah, but do you want his large cock inside you?" I had to stop myself from climaxing.
Becky glanced at the birdwatcher. I could see that he was still masturbating, his shorts a few inches around his knees. His breathing was heavy. I also observed my girlfriend exploring this man's anxious eyes.
"His cock is indeed massive," she whispered in admiration. "Let's invite him."
I pulled out, pre-cum dripping from my tiny opening. I felt dizzy from the excitement of this situation. I was led astray by seeing my partner. The birdwatcher stopped stroking his cock. He held up his shorts and tugged them on.
"Please treat my girlfriend with respect." I gave him a serious nod as I pulled up my shorts and wear my shirt.
"May I fuck her?" he asked, surprised at the permission. "I can't believe my luck," he declared, while I wondered how I would feel watching my girlfriend being fucked by another man again.
Becky looked like a bundle of nerves, gasping as the birdwatcher began to kneel at her feet. He dropped his shorts. He inspected her nude, open body with admiration, running his hands on her silky legs. "Your legs are beautiful," he complimented, "and your breasts are ideal." Becky sighed and bit her lip, responding with gasps as the birdwatcher ran his palms up her smooth, slender legs. "Your breasts are divine," he praised, rubbing his thumbs over her rigid nipples.
Becky moaned and closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying his touch. She spread her legs wider, inviting him to herself. He continued to caress her tits, also savouring her luscious tits by gently squeezing her soft flesh. I shifted my eyes around the field; nervous a passerby might stumble across this bizarre scene. The birdwatcher positioned himself between Becky's legs, sucking her left nipple. This made her shudder. I stroked my cock, watching man following his lips from side to side, licking, massaging, arousing my girlfriend's hard, sensitive nipples.
As I shifted my gaze to the side, I caught sight of his lips press against the velvety softness of her breasts. With deliberate slowness, he traced his fingers across the swollen mounds, mapping every inch of her copious cleavage and erect nipples before reluctantly casting them aside. "I can't wait to fuck you," he breathed heavily as he rubbed his penis against the warm, moist folds of her sex. At that very moment, we all groaned simultaneously.
From my vantage point, I watched him push his way in and out of my girlfriend's lust-soaked vagina. Her mouth formed a perfect O as she moaned on the blanket, her shaky breathing revealed the effect his oversized, round head was having on her tight walls, a sensation my average six inches could not.
My horny girlfriend's eyes flicked to me, smiling to convey her full enjoyment of the experience. When the birdwatcher finally detached him from Becky's aching cunt, she wrapped her arms around his torso, drawing him closer. Jealousy reared its ugly head as I felt my cock throb in my hand, accidentally leaking onto the grass.
"God, you're so beautiful and tight!" he groaned once he entered her again.
Becky wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his back. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Make me cum on your big cock!"
"Can you take it hard and deep?" he inquired, although the question was rhetorical.
My girl's gasps confirmed the pleasure she felt from his vigorous thrusting, and her arched back affirmed her surrender to his dominance. The lust between them was evident without any need for a formal announcement as her head tilted back and her mouth hung open. Her hot breath escaped her lips in deep inhalations as he surged inside her.
Becky removed her legs from his hips, spreading them wide apart. "Yes! Oh, fuck me! Harder!" she screamed valorously.
"Your pussy feels good, my friend," he grunted. "Oh, this horny bitch loves it!"
He raised her legs to his shoulders and caressed her heavy breasts. "Put your hands above your head, darling," he demanded. "I want to watch your big tits bounce as I make you cum on my cock!"
"Yes!" Becky cried out as she closed her eyes and arched her back again. "Don't stop! I'm getting close!"
"I feel it! Gush for me, honey!" he yelled, increasing his tempo dramatically.
My girlfriend couldn't contain his orgasm any longer - she was drenched with his semen as he continued jackhammering her pussy with his fat cock. An inaudible scream escaped her lips, accompanied by a flush of pleasure that spread over her face. I found myself on the verge of losing my own load as I witness the depth of his thrusts.
"Wow, that was incredible!" Becky murmured, no longer able to mock his sexual prowess.
"Turn over. I want to fuck you from behind," he commanded with a wicked grin as I remained where I was. The birdwatcher, now on his knees behind Becky's spread legs, looked like a completely different being with his wide-brimmed hat, cotton shirt and boots. The shorts and boxers around his ankles hindered his movement.
"Let's spit roast her," he suggested, his stubbly chin jutting forward in determination as he came from behind. I sat down and stroked my erection in front of my basking beauty's expectant vulva.
"God, even her arse is gorgeous," he gasped as he maneuvered his cock between her craving cunt and my cock inches away from her face.
Their cries merged into one as they fucked, the loud slurping sounds filling the field. The birdwatcher's casual words nearly drove me over the edge as his large head caressed the depths of her pussy time and again. Every grunt of his drove me closer to my own release.
"That was amazing!" Becky giggled with disbelief.
"Do you want to fuck me again?" he asked mischievously.
Becky looked longingly at me, asking my opinion behind her smile, then brushed her long, brown hair away from her face. With a slight nod, she climbed on top of him once more, her pussy engulfing his meaty cock. She placed her breasts in front of her face and closed her eyes, licking and sucking her fingers in wonder.
When they were both settled, he guided her legs over his shoulders, opening her like a flower without resistance. He slowly lifted his arms and pushed her breasts together, fully exposed and tantalizing. I maneuvered forward to capture his attention, holding out my own cock and asking for a taste of her.
Knowing that I didn't stand a chance, Becky was giving me a blowjob while another man was taking advantage of her from the opposite end. He grinned in my direction between his grunts, showing off the force with which he was pounding her. I reached under Becky's curvaceous figure and grabbed her bouncing breasts, squeezing them tightly while I moaned, eagerly preparing for my imminent climax.
What had begun as a simple quest for some wild fun in the great outdoors had now transformed into a kinky threesome with a stranger. It was as obvious as daylight where this was headed. Grabbing hold of Becky's tits, I closed my eyes and plunged my throbbing member deep into her mouth.
A birdwatcher alighted from a nearby tree, eyeing the spectacle of Becky being taken from behind and swallowing my salty load. The birdwatcher congratulated me, commending me on filling Becky's throat with jism while he continued his mission of filling her from the rear. She gasped and groaned, attempting to cope with the double violation. I then eased back on my ass, panting as the sun shone on us with unforgiving intensity.
"Well done," the birdwatcher guffawed, heaving into Becky as hard as possible. "Should I marry her, if she isn't already?"
"Yes! Fill her up with your cum!" Becky growled in my direction, her eyes wild with desire, clearly nearing a climax.
The birdwatcher continued to signal his intention of ejaculating into her. I was savouring the sensation of my own orgasm when she rotated to face me with a heightened expression of pleasure oozing from her eyes.
"Ready for another?" the birdwatcher smirked, clearly enjoying our misery.
"She's amazing! I'm going to empty every last drop into your tight cunt!" he said, dominating my stricken girlfriend.
"Uhhhhh! Fuck!" Becky yelled. The birdwatcher dug his nails deep into her hair, forcing her face back down on the blanket. She looked to be in immense agony but her dilated pupils and the satisfied smirk on her face revealed her enjoyment.
"Ouch! Don't hurt her!" I barked, suddenly jumping up and pulling my shorts back on.
"This is completely normal," Becky panted. "Carry on. I enjoy it!"
The birdwatcher's face was a mix of arrogance and excitement, barely lasting a few seconds before relinquishing his stoic demeanour as he approached climax.
"She's loving every second, I promise," he continued. "Come on Becky, cum for us one more time."
"Keep going!" Becky implored breathlessly.
This man was relentless in his aggression toward Becky. I couldn't stand by and watch as he hurled her back down, forcing himself in her bareback. However, deep down, I didn't want to interfere; despite feeling angry, I was also turned on by her reactions.
"Oh, fuck. I'm coming," the birdwatcher warned us; a warning that rang clear amongst the sounds of her screams. Becky's taut, pumped body reminded me of a porno while I marvelled at her firm, fit form. She hollered with enthusiasm as he bashed into her, exulting in her body's resistance as she accepted it willingly.
"You're going to cum," he declared confidently. "You're gonna soak my dick with your gushing cunt."
His words sent shivers down my spine. I felt so disempowered but that sense of ownership over her, listening to her climaxing, evoked a sense of intense pride. He then released her and asked if she was okay. I answered on her behalf. Without a word, he removed his hat and began wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead. "This is simply unbelievable," he declared as he picked up his rucksack and binoculars, vanishing back into the trees.
"You're really okay?" I queried, concerned.
"Yes," she replied, smiling softly as she dressed and attempting to ignore the fact that she a stranger's seed had leaked from her, still drying on the blanket beneath us. "It's good to live life to the full, isn't it?"
"Forget about him," was her response, however her smile and eyes couldn't conceal the fact that the birdwatcher had fucked her well. "He's no longer around. It's just us again." As Becky kissed me on the lips, she shifted her gaze.
"So, what should we do now?" I realized we had to have this discussion at some point. This aspect of our relationship required direction.
"I really desire some ice cream," she shared with me.
"Chocolate?" I exclaimed, feeling thankful for having Becky in my life once more.
"Always chocolate ice cream," she chuckled, readjusting her bras.
We exited the field and headed towards the nearest park with an ice cream kiosk. The thought of us strolling down the street, enjoying the sweet treat while birdwatcher's sperm filled her panties was an extraordinary experience.
That night, I made love to Becky again, as soon as she was done showering. I performed oral sex on her first, while she narrated how astounding the birdwatchers large cock felt inside her. Though she didn't wish to admit it, I coaxed it from her. It was the greatest cock she had ever experienced inside her.
Upon reaching our climax together, her words struck me. Becky nestled herself into me, adamantly telling me not to inquire questions like that again. She adored me, and even though other men might possess larger or better penises, nothings would alter that.
I embraced her tightly and grinned. While I still grappled with jealousy for my girlfriend's recent encounters with two older, well-endowed men, I had to keep reminding myself that she belonged to me, and we were bringing our sexual fantasies to life. I desired this, hence I needed to quit being a pussy.
Read also:
- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
- A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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