Two sexually frustrated wives on a camping trip with their neglectful husbands

Sandi’s beautiful long legs straddled the trunk of a
fallen oak tree. “Man, I wish I had brought my vibrator
out here with me,” she told her best friend Mandy who
sat across from her out in the wilderness of the
forest.

“Tell me about it,” Mandy said. “I thought this was
going to be a romantic, sexy camping trip with our
husbands. Instead, the two of them get us out here in
the middle of nowhere, then trek out to the lake
together with their fishing poles and leave us here in
camp alone. Just our luck, they’ll probably be gone all
day.”

Sandi nodded. “Who cares when they come back? Ronny
hasn’t fucked me in five weeks,” she said. “I’m going
out of my mind.”

This had become a frequent subject of conversation
between two of them. Both of them were angry about the
sexual neglect of their husbands.

Sandi was trying to enjoy the late afternoon sun but
she was an emotional wreck. She had been yearning for
sex for a long time but something about being out here
in this natural, wooded area made her feel particularly
erotic. And judging by the way her man was ignoring
her, there didn’t seem to be anyway to satisfy her
longing.

“I’ve never been unfaithful to Ronny,” she said. “Have
you ever played around on Lonnie?”

“No,” Mandy said, her dark hair framing her lovely
Asian face. “But believe me, I fantasize a lot about
having a big strong man show some interest in me.”

“Yeah,” Sandi said. “I don’t want to be bad, but it
would serve those two losers of ours right if we were
to get royally fucked by some guys who appreciated us.
It would be their fault. How can they blame us? We have
needs. The two of them are so selfish.”

“I’d love to punish Lonnie for his indifference,” Mandy
said. “If only I was strong enough, I’d take his pants
down, lean him bare-assed over the trunk of this tree
and spank him like a little boy.”

The two of them laughed and Sandi said: “I don’t know
why, but that idea really turns me on. Isn’t that
awful?”

Mandy laughed even harder. “Yeah. That’s weird. I don’t
know where that idea came from but it gets me hot too.”

“Wouldn’t it be fun to spank their naughty asses
together?” Sandi asked. “That would teach them a lesson
wouldn’t it?”

Mandy clapped her hands impulsively and giggled. “We
could make them lie over the tree trunk with their
pants and underpants down around their knees,” she
said. “Then we could go pick a couple switches off one
of these trees. We could switch their behinds bright
red. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Sandi laughed. “Maybe we could combine our fantasies of
getting sexually satisfied AND punishing our hubbies by
finding two strong men to man-handle them for us and
rewarding our heroes by generously offering them our
hot pussies and letting them have their way with us.”

They continued to fantasize together, laughing and
getting hotter and hotter.

“It’s a good thing there are no men for miles,” Sandi
said. “I honestly don’t know what would happen.”

Just at that moment, two big powerful looking men
emerged from the woods. They carried rifles and looked
like lumberjacks. One man was bearded, wearing a red
flannel shirt. The other man was clean-shaven, wearing
a blue sweatshirt that highlighted his sparkling blue
eyes. They were both muscular and stood well over six-
foot-six.

“Oh, sorry,” said the blue-eyed man when he saw the
women. “We didn’t know anyone was camping here.”

Sandi couldn’t help but notice the sizable bulge in the
front of his pants.

She noticed Mandy giving the bearded guy an
appreciative look, eying the front of his pants, no
doubt noticing that he too looked like the rifle wasn’t
the only heavy weapon he was packing.

“Come have some coffee with us,” Sandi said, not
knowing what came over her.

Soon, the four of them were talking, getting
acquainted. The blue-eyed man’s name was Wes. He was a
former Dallas Cowboy running back and still looked to
be in top shape.

The bearded one, who immediately began a flirtatious
exchange with Mandy, was called Les. He was a former
boxer.

The two of them had been hunting and just happened onto
the site.

To this day, Sandi still doesn’t exactly know how it
happened. But one thing led to another.

Soon the four of them were sitting on the ground making
out, their backs against the fallen tree. Sandi was
kissing Wes. He had her top off, feeling her exposed
tits, rough but not too rough. He was a great kisser.

Beside them Les and Mandy were kissing too. She had his
pants and jockey shorts down around his ankles and was
playing with the biggest cock Sandi had ever seen.

Mandy looked over and winked proudly. “Is this a
fantastic prick or what?”

Sandi picked up the cue. Soon she had Wes’s pants down
and his huge dick was at least as large as Les’s.

Time stood still as the two of them kept kissing the
hunters and working away on their rock-hard massive
cocks.

Sandi was in heaven. But in the corner of her mind, she
kept telling Wes: “Our husbands could come back at any
moment. I don’t want to stop, but this is very
dangerous.”

Wes just leaned his head over and kissed her nipples.

“Don’t you worry about it,” he said. “Les and I will
take care of your husbands.”

And it wasn’t long after that that the girls’ shorts
and panties were off and they were lying naked, legs
spread, straddling the oak, their heads less than a
foot apart.

The hunters, now completely nude, stroked them
expertly, stimulating their well-lubed vaginas, sliding
their fingers in and out as the women moaned in
ecstasy.

Suddenly Sandi began to come as Wes fingered her juicy
pussy. And as she did, she heard Mandy loudly screaming
with uncontrolled joy. Both of them enjoyed a long
shuddering orgasm � at the exact same time.

Sandi hadn’t gotten off like that for months � maybe
EVER! It was all so naughty and sinful. But because it
had been so long since a man had stroked or cared for
her, the finger-fucking (sweet as it was) felt like
just the beginning of what they needed.

Sandy looked toward the path where Ronny and Lonnie
would be returning. She was glowing inside, feeling
very wicked since Ronny could come into camp and catch
her at any moment.

“Wow,” said Wes to his friend. “My woman’s pussy is
still soaking wet.”

Les laughed, kissing Mandy’s right breast and tonguing
her hard nipple. “Mine too,” he said. “These two must
really have been starved for attention.”

Sandi shivered with the nastiness of hearing these
powerful men talking about her and Mandy in the third
person, as if they weren’t even there. The guys were
controlling them so totally.

“My God!” she said to Wes. “You have us so hot. I feel
like fucking you till the cows come home. But what if
our husbands catch us?”

Wes laughed again and said: “I told you we’ve got that
covered.” Then he kissed the side of her neck, right
below her jaw line.

Les began licking Mandy’s underarms. Sandi could hear
her sigh.

And soon the hunters were kissing the women all over,
slowly working their way down until their rough, craggy
faces were buried between the gals’ legs.

Sandi couldn’t believe how worked up it was getting
her.

As if reading her mind, Mandy said: “Oh this feels
wonderful, doesn’t it? Are you tingling like I am?”

“Oh yes!” Sandi sighed, “He’s giving me the best head
I’ve ever had.” She meant it too. It was amazing. His
rough, leathery face scratched and tickled the insides
of her thighs. But his tongue was warm and soft. And he
was using just the right amount of pressure. The
contrast was driving her out of her mind.

“It’s the same with Les,” Mandy said. “He’s rough and
tender at the same time. I could keep him between my
legs for a week. But what are we going to do if Ronny
and Lonnie come back and catch us?”

And just at that moment, the husbands stepped into the
clearing and stared in shock at the sight of their
wives being serviced by these two heavy hung studs.

Mandy’s husband Lonnie was the first to speak. “What
the hell is going on here?” he demanded.

Ronny stepped forward, his fists clenched. “Get your
hands off my wife,” he told Wes.

“Okay,” Wes said, smiling at Ronny. “Glad to oblige.”
And he gave Sandi a little kiss on her flat gorgeous
belly and stood up (his big cock as hard as ever).

Les got up too and the two hunters stood there, nude
and “proud” taking in the sight of Ronny and Lonnie
angrily clenching their fists. Finally Les spoke to
Mandy. “So this is your husband?” he asked.

Wes laughed. “Yeah,” he chimed in to Sandi,
scrutinizing Ronny. “This is the guy you were so
worried about?”

Sandi felt her heart beating like a jack hammer. She
didn’t know exactly what, but she knew something really
fun and exciting was about to happen.

Wes turned to her. “You know what these guys look like
to me?” he asked her. “They look like little horses �
ponies I used to ride on when I was a kid. In fact, I
think I’d like a ride right now, wouldn’t you, Les?”

Les laughed. “Yeah,” he said. “But I think we need to
ride these little horsies bareback.”

And suddenly, like lightning, Wes and Les grabbed the
outraged husbands and began wrestling them down onto
the ground.

Sandi and Mandy sat up on the tree trunk, still nude,
and watched in amazement as the hunters handled their
spouses effortlessly. Both women were amazed and Sandi
was too intrigued to be embarrassed about how wet it
was getting her to see the spectacle that was taking
place in front of her.

Wes had Ronny on his back, straddling his chest.
Expertly, he reached back and, without even looking,
peeled the belt right off his shorts.

Meanwhile, Les was sitting naked on the ground with
Lonnie face up over his lap. His left hand held
Lonnie’s throat, squeezing � not hard enough to choke
him, just hard enough to render him helpless. With his
right hand, he unbuckled the poor guy’s belt,
unbuttoned his shorts and with one neat motion slid his
shorts and jockeys completely off.

Wes did the same thing with Ronny.

In less than two minutes, the hunters had the husbands
on their hands and knees � naked!

Sandi couldn’t believe how hot it was getting her.
Mandy too was getting very stoked. It was so
fascinating. The girls had never seen their husbands
controlled and dominated � much less controlled and
dominated so easily.

And before the ladies knew it, Wes and Les had mounted
their nude “ponies.” They sat astride them, proudly.

“You guys belong to us now,” Les told the husbands.
“You’re going to be our horsies and we’re going to ride
you bareback while your wives watch.

“But, but…” Lonnie started to protest. But Les took
him by the hair, pulled his head back and inserted
Lonnie’s own belt in his mouth. “Here, this should shut
you up.” Then he landed a loud, hard resounding smack
on Lonnie’s bare ass.

“Now start moving,” he said, laughing.

Wes made Ronny put his belt in his mouth too. And the
two ponies began carrying their “cowboys” around the
remains of last night’s campfire on their hands and
knees, using the belts as bit and reins.

The women sat on the tree trunk watching in amazement.

Sandi had to admit that, for whatever bizarre reason,
this was an incredible turn on. She knew she should say
something or try to save her poor Ronny from this
humiliation, but she found herself inexplicably
laughing. He deserved this comeuppance. This was as
aroused as she’d ever been in her life and there she
was with the giggles.

As if reading her mind, Mandy grabbed her arm with both
hands: “Oh Sandi, this is so hot,” she said. “Why am I
so turned on?”

The two of them sat spellbound and watched as the
strong, masculine hunters rode their hubbies around and
around the unlit camp fire. The site of four naked men
� two of them in complete control; the other two at
their complete mercy � was somehow liberating. Sandi
felt free.

Mandy repeated her question. “Why is watching my
husband being turned into a pony getting me so
aroused?”

“I feel it too,” Sandi said. “I think we both know
instinctively that we’re going to enjoy a night of wild
sex with these two studs and there’s not a thing our
boys can do to stop it.”

So they kept watching the “ride,” getting more and more
turned on.

“Look at their cocks,” Mandy said. “I can’t believe how
big and hard they are.”

Sandi gasped at the sight. Sure enough the hunters’
powerful dicks were standing up like huge steel bars,
pre-cum glistening on the heads. The girls were getting
their revenge on their lazy, inattentive husbands —
and they were getting it in the best possible way.

“What do you think, ladies?” Wes called out to them as
they continued to ride the guys around the dead fire.
“Do they make good horses or what?”

Sandi didn’t know what came over her but all of a
sudden she called out: “Make them trot!”

Mandy laughed delightedly at her boldness. “I can’t
believe you said that!” she said, patting Sandi’s
thigh.

And sure enough the hunters began to slap the husbands’
asses with the palms of their big strong hands.

“You heard ’em boys,” Wes said. “Giddyup.”

And soon the sounds of hard slaps were reverberating
through the woods. The “bareback riders” stepped up
their pace obediently as the girls cheered.

After few laps, the hunters slowed them down again and
Les called to the women: “Wow,” he said. “Where are our
manners? There’s plenty of room. Why don’t you two join
us and ride double with us?”

Both women shot up off the tree trunk and hurried over
each to her respective husband. After some discussion
it was decided the girls should ride in front with the
hunters behind them.

Sandi liked that arrangement because she got to feel
Wes’s powerful hard-on against the top of her bare ass
AND since Wes could slap harder, having him in back
would give the husbands more “inspiration.”

She felt a sweet revenge knowing that Ronny could feel
her wet pussy on his back. This was the start of a fun
night.

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