Crawling into the tent
One night my wife and I had been drinking heavily. She tends to get a little horny on Tequila, which is what she had been drinking for several hours. We were camped out with friends, and one guy had an eye for her. Around midnight she said, "Let's go to bed -- I am tired." I could tell from her come-hither look that she wanted a little more than just sleep. I agreed, and we said good-nite. Our tent was close to where the other people were still partying. My wife was wearing a mini skirt and low-cut blouse with no bra. As she was crawling into the tent with her head in the tent and her body still out with her butt sitting pretty high and me right behind her, I flipped her skirt up above her ass and began to finger her vigorously. She stopped in her tracks and arched her back to get the full effect and then started hunching to my finger rhythm. I then pulled her top up exposing her boobs and felt them with my other hand. I looked over at our friend who was watching the whole thing. I gave her a thorough finger fucking with her moans and groans indicating her level of pleasure. He was grinning the whole time as he watched the action. Once she had climaxed, I gave her butt a slap, and we crawled into the tent and I stripped her down with the tent flap still pulled back. We got all tangled up and finished our evening with a nice fucking for her second climax of the evening. He watched the whole sexapade from just outside the tent with the campfire providing some degree of light for his viewing pleasure. The next morning at breakfast, he asked her while grinning, "I bet you slept well -- didn't you?" She said that she did, but later asked me why Will had asked that question while grinning so big. I claimed total ignorance as to why he had that grin on his face.
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