Outback Fantasy Ch. 01

Trish - Calibri plain Font

John - Times New Roman Italic Font

Richard - Calibri Italic Font

John - Dusk was fast approaching and we needed somewhere to camp. We had left civilisation over a month ago and were travelling around the most remote areas of Australia. For over a week in the Outback we had not seen any other vehicles. Our truck was well equipped for remote travel - we could travel for 2,000 km or for a month or so with having to go into a town for supplies. Inside, the truck was fitted out like a luxury yacht, with a full-sized bed, toilet and shower, stove, fridges, comfortable seats and an on board computer. Unlike other RVs, we had built it on an ex-military 4 wheel drive chassis that was capable of driving over tracks that normal four wheel drives would struggle with. This was our home, the whole world our back yard and the most remote places our playground. We really enjoyed the freedom of the wide-open spaces as well as the lack of people.

We had been travelling all day and the temperature was around 40C that afternoon. We were heading directly towards the clouds gathering on the horizon as the sun began to fall in the sky. We smelled rain in the distance, a thunderstorm was coming and the sky looked out of this world, the red glow contrasting with the dark clouds. I looked over at my wife, she was smiling at me.

"Sunset will be wonderful; we should get some fantastic photographs today."

"Yes, we should," I replied.

We financed our trips by taking photos and doing YouTube videos and had found that we could make a fair bit of money on OnlyFans and Bentbox doing photos. Despite being 45 years old, my wife has the body of a 20-year-old. Our photo shoots in the Outback had proven very popular and she had a good following which brought in a nice amount of money. We tried to do one shoot a day, to always have fresh content.

We do a lot of walking and hiking in our travels and add to that with a regular exercise routine that keeps us both fit and lean. When we started, she was a bit shy, but now she had become a bit of an exhibitionist, used to wearing very little or nothing at all. She doesn't wear a bra or underwear when we are travelling, especially when we are in remote area and it's hot.

We'd been out for a few weeks already and the healthy diet and exposure to the strong Outback sun had given her skin a beautifully even honey-coloured tan. She looked stunning in the afternoon light and I could tell she was excited to do another shoot, especially after the one we had done the previous evening.

We started looking for a place to camp for the night. We could see on our GPS that we were coming up to a river next to a rocky outcrop and that should make a good place to stop and a great backdrop for the sunset photos we hoped to get.

As we came around the bend, there was the creek and stuck in the middle was a Land Cruiser. It was obvious it had been there for more than just a few days. A tent and other camping equipment was spread out on the other side of the creek and the owner of the bogged vehicle was sitting on a chair under a tree. The big smile on his face showed that he was really pleased to see us. We drove our truck through with ease and pulled up next to him.

"Need some help mate?" I said, as I leaned out of the window and asked the obvious question, looking down from our truck at the sun-tanned figure below.

"Thank god you came along, I got lost, then got bogged in the river and I've been here over a week, and was starting to run out of beer," he said.

"You are lucky," I laughed at his weak attempt to cover his relief. "This road doesn't get much traffic and we have not seen anyone for over a week, It's another week's drive out west as well and over 500km to the nearest town. You might have been stuck here for weeks."

Richard - I had heard the sound of an engine and had rushed to pull on my shorts. I was so relieved to see the beautiful white truck roll around the bend and head down the trail towards me. I'd been stuck in the Outback for too long, my truck had gotten flooded in the river and I'd run out of ideas to fix it. I was comfortable enough - I still had enough food to last a while and whilst the trail I'd been following - at least until I'd got lost - was remote, I was fairly certain that someone would come along eventually. The truck drove through the creek slowly, it was much deeper on the side, but this truck was huge compared to my Land Cruiser, and did it with ease. They were careful not to swamp my car and I gathered they knew what they were doing. I was expecting a stern lecture from some old bushie, telling me how stupid I was to be out here by myself.

It was just a surprise to see that my saviours were a younger looking couple rather than the grey nomads you so often meet. The guy was super-friendly and immediately got down to try and help. Dressed only in a singlet and shorts, he jumped out of his driver's seat straight away went to the back of the truck and began uncovering a big winch. I was amazed by the truck. As I walked around the side, the passenger door opened and his travelling companion looked out from the cab, turning towards me with a friendly smile. What a stunner! - a gorgeous auburn-haired woman, slim but with curves in all the right places. The loose cropped singlet she had on was tiny and looked to be at least a size too small, very tight across her chest and cut to show off a lot of her boobs, side and top. Her nipples were hard, and I could see she didn't have anything on underneath. It left a lot of her midriff on display as well, including a magnificent tear drop-piercing through her belly button. Her toned belly was flat, then my gaze reached her shorts ... shorts, that was a huge understatement. As she stood, moving to get out, I stared. There was hardly any material in the shorts; they were very low, hip hugging pin denim and she had the top button undone. They were not much wider than a belt, ragged all over and with a lot of holes. I could not help but stare as she climbed down from the cab, the back had holes in it, and there was only a ragged strip of material joining the front to the back. I could see the creases of her toned ass as she climbed down and turned to stand before me smiling. If she and her partner looked fresh and wholesome - at least compared to me, a refugee of the bush for over a week - her shorts at least looked like they'd been through a war zone.

Trish - I opened the door to get down, just as the guy walked around to my side of the truck. I couldn't help but notice his jaw drop as I climbed out. My shorts are admittedly a bit ragged. They were "designer ragged" when I bought them and constant wearing and washing has made the holes a bit bigger and the cloth even more ripped. I suspect my husband has also assisted in enlarging the holes but they're super comfortable to wear as they're so broken in. The shorts barely cover my backside and the holes show my tanned skin beneath. None of that bothers me though as you don't meet many people on the sort of trails we go on in the Outback and I don't really care if I'm showing a bit more of myself than I might in the city. The freedom to do, look and behave as you like is why we like the remote bush. I hadn't bothered to do up the top buttons on the shorts either as it is more comfortable when travelling. I saw the guy watching me as I climbed down. I may not like crowds of people, but I like to show off and I really like it when someone appreciates my body so I took my time, letting him have a good look. I tried hard to keep a straight face as he gulped. I was wearing nothing under the shorts and I guessed it had been a while since he had seen a woman.

"Hi," I said, turning on the last step to face him, "I'm Trish and that's my husband, John." He stared blankly at my chest. The cold air from the air conditioning in the truck had been blowing straight down onto my front and had made my nipples stand hard and firmly erect, visible as darker circles through the white fabric of my singlet as well as causing peaks in the fabric. I never wear underwear when we travel and the short white top is a little bit see through. I smiled as his eyes slowly rose up from my breasts to meet my eyes.

"Hi, I'm Richard..." he gulped, as his eyes returned to mine.

I smiled, "Looks like you have had a bit of bother." Richard looked fairly fit, about 6ft tall and wearing just a pair of board shorts - he was well tanned, blonde hair, every bit the West Coast Surfer.

"Yes," he replied, "I've been stuck here for more than a week."

"This is quite a remote road; you are lucky we came along," I said.

"I think I got a bit lost," he replied, a bit sheepishly.

I looked around, "Well, you have a great camp spot."

"I'll be glad to escape it though," he replied, "Thanks for stopping."

I walked down behind the truck, as my husband continued to get the winch ready to pull him out. It was really hot, 40C easily and so humid before the impending thunderstorms we could see. I stepped into the water. It was crystal clear and so nice and cool. I enjoyed the relief from the hot sun and carried on walking until I was waist deep in the water, about a few meters from the front of his car. The water was flowing through the holes in my shorts and the feeling was enticing, as it swirled around my bare pussy.

Richard had followed me, no doubt staring at my ass all the time.

"What are you doing out here alone?" I said, walking around the ute.

Richard - "It's a long story," I replied, "My girlfriend and I left Perth a month ago but all we did was argue and we realised travelling was not her thing, so after a big fight, we broke up and I put her on a plane at Alice Springs three weeks ago. Since then, I've just been trying to get away from it all." I realised my mouth was hanging open as I stared at John's wife, mesmerised by her beautiful body and genuine sympathetic query. The first woman I'd seen for over 2 weeks and she was a vision of curves and health, practically naked only feet from me.

Trish showed genuine concern in her face as she looked at me, apparently unconcerned by how much of her body she was showing me. "Big break-up - that's a shame. Do you think you'll get back together again?"

"I doubt it," I said. "We realised that we wanted different things from this trip and maybe for our relationship. I wanted to experience the wildness of the Outback and I think she's really a city girl who wants more people around."

This woman exuded freshness and sexuality, but I'd only just met her so I didn't want to disclose the real reason for our big argument, that I'd wanted my girlfriend to be more adventurous in bed and try more daring things. But she just wasn't interested, saying she preferred normal sex, not the "weird" stuff. I sighed as I thought about this and after being on my own in the bush I was feeling more than a little frustrated.

As I talked with her, in my mind all I thought about was sex and my own desires, I couldn't help looking at Trish's breasts as they pushed the front of her shirt out, her nipples had hardened and were straining the thin fabric. And those shorts! I could see something through the water as the moved, was there something glinting in them? I just about recognised that John had asked me a question about how the truck got where it was and managed to pull together a coherent answer.

"I hadn't reckoned the river was so deep when I came around the bend as I didn't think it had rained so much and I just lost it as I got halfway across," I said. "I reversed out and tried again, with a bit more momentum, to able to keep going and push through but then the engine stalled and it sank in up to the chassis and that was it, it's really bogged now. I've tried digging it out, but the water just pushes the sand back into the hole faster than I can dig it out. It also looks like I've got some water in the fuel tank, the motor would turn over, but it's not starting and now the battery is flat."

Trish - "John should be able to help, he is good with cars." I replied. I could not help notice Richard's tanned body, shirtless and wet from wading through the creek. He was lean, and whilst not as big as my husband, his six-pack abs were from an underwear model. He was a bit scruffy looking, but had kept his face smooth. He kept on looking at me with open admiration, sneaking glances through the water at my shorts and had no doubt caught glimpses of my gold clit piercing. His gaze was flattering and I began to think what he was seeing, how he'd react to me if I showed a little more. The thought of showing off made my mind wander and I felt my own body react.

Sometimes, when I am not wearing anything under my shorts, the hard point of fabric where the front and back seams meet between my leg rubs on my clit when I walk, and this was happening again, each step teasing my sensitive spot. I moved slowly, the combination of the water cooling and soothing me and the fabric teasing me. John and I had had some pretty wild sex last night and I was still feeling a bit tender but the water was soothing, and I began to enjoy the feeling.

John climbed down from the truck and started pulling out the rear winch rope. "Once we drag it out, I'm pretty sure I can get it up and running again." He coiled a length of rope behind the truck, not wanting to get in the water. "Make sure you hook that strap onto something solid, because whatever you attach it to is coming out; hopefully with the rest of the car attached." He smiled at me; he had told this joke a number of times to people we had rescued.

"We will pull you back with the winch, as it is a bit more controlled, then I'll tow you up there." he said, pointing to an open section of ground behind us.

"Yes, sure," replied Richard walking out to get the rope. He pulled it back out, the winch whirring as they fed out enough rope to reach the car.

I walked back towards him, stopping when the water reached the bottom of my singlet. I knew it would go transparent if it got wet. The water was more than waist deep on him as he got to his car and his hand went under the water, trying to get the hook attached to his car. He seemed to have some problems and ducked his head under to try again to attach the hook to his car.

"The hook is a bit too big for my recovery point," he said as he came back up, splashing me a bit and heading up to the bank. I followed him back out of the water, looking for my husband who had disappeared around the other side of the truck.

"John, can you get a sling or something, the hook is too big?" I called out to my husband, as I walked out of the creek.

"Sure, I've got a smaller tow strap," he said and headed to one of the storage boxes on the far side of the truck.

I turned back to Richard and heard him gasp. I looked down to see that my top was quite a bit more see through now where the water had splashed on it, and clinging underneath my boobs. I could tell he was not concentrating on the job at hand and saw a bulge in his pants starting to form as he continued to sneak glances at me. "John should be able to help, he is good with trucks." I said and walked back into the water, going a bit deeper this time. The water swirled around, playing with my shorts again. I found a spot where the flowing water made my shorts flap against my clit and I stood there enjoying the sensations. I was getting a bit too turned on. I snapped out of my excitement, as I heard Richard say something.

"Sorry, I was day-dreaming; what was that?" I asked and moved a bit closer to Richard, as his eyes roamed over my body.

"It's been really hot these past few days," he said, "I was so glad to have this creek to cool off in."

"Yes, it is wonderful, there must be a spring upstream somewhere," I replied; the water is not usually so clear out here. I moved, turning my back to the current and the water flowed through the holes in my shorts, directly onto my ass. Yes, that was heaven, I thought, and the current flowed directly onto my tight hole which was still a bit sensitive from last night. I don't know how long I stood, turning slowly, directing the cool flow over my ass and between my legs; it was like someone was gently running their fingers over me. I moved my legs wider apart, the water now flowing onto my pussy as well. I swayed a bit, enjoying the sensation.

"The water is great, and so clear," Richard's voice interrupted my thoughts, standing next to me, looking down through the water. I looked down and saw my shorts were a lot more open than before, my clit piercing glinting now and again as the shorts moved in the current. From the look on his face Richard was enjoying the view. I wondered if he realised just how much I was enjoying the sensation of someone watching me being gently stimulated?

John returned with a short strap and a soft shackle.

"This should work," he called out, standing at the edge of the water. Turning to face him, I snapped out of my self-pleasuring and relaxed down into the cool stream, ducking my head under water before coming back up. Water pouring off my body, I walked out to take it from him and he smiled.

"Enjoying the water?" He asked and I saw him smiling as he looked at my now soaked top.

"Yes, it is lovely and cool," I replied. "You should try it." I looked down; my top was almost transparent now, clinging to my boobs, showing my nipples erect and darker than the surrounding skin. "Bit much?" I asked smiling.

"You are such a show-off," he said shaking his head with a smile and headed back to the truck.

I turned around and walked back over to Richard with the sling and shackle, using my arms to cover my breasts as best I could until I got to the deeper water.

John - I watched Richard's eyes light up as Trish walked towards him., I wasn't surprised to see her standing next to this stranger with her now transparent shirt hardly covering her gorgeous breasts. She looked stunning in the afternoon light and by the look on her face was enjoying showing herself off.

She was almost shoulder deep in the creek standing next to Richard, holding the tow strap. I quickly rewound the winch back in and then hooked up the other end of the strap to the truck and stood back, watching them as Richard ducked under the water for what seemed like a long time, before finally coming up.

"All hooked up," he called out. Trish handed him the winch hook which he attached to the sling.

"Ok, jump into your car and hold the wheels straight and I'll pull you out," I called back.

I waited and watched as Trish walked out of the water, her gorgeous body dripping wet as she walked toward me. I stopped, looking at my wife standing next to the river, her nipples were even more erect and clearly visible through the transparent material.

I saw Richard was staring at my wife's backside and when she turned around to look at him, finally giving him a view of her transparent shirt, he stared open mouthed at her, then realised I was watching. As he quickly turned back and bent down to open the car door, he misjudged and hit his head on the door of his car.

Trish laughed and turned and walked towards me. "Pass me the camera, I'll stop distracting you and get out of the way while you boys play," she said, pointing to some rocks upstream. "I'll take a video of the recovery, then I'm going to get some photos of the sunset," she said and headed off up the river, camera in hand.

Trish - As I climbed up the rocks just beyond the truck, I let the breeze sweep over my bare skin, the water evaporating quickly in a stronger breeze than down near the creek. The cooler air was trying to clear the heat that still simmered low in my belly. The sky ahead was streaked in pink and orange, the sunset painting the horizon like fire, whilst the storm clouds to the side threatened ominously - but my thoughts weren't on the view. Meeting Richard and flirting with him had brought my thoughts back to the photos we did last night.

We'd set up the campfire and sat around it on logs just as the light began to dip. Golden hour. My favourite for shooting content for my Bentbox page. There was something about the way the flames danced across my skin, the flicker of shadows licking over my curves - it made everything feel more raw, more primal. I'd started the shoot nude, as always, laughing, playful, just feeling sexy. John had the camera in hand, his usual eye for capturing me just right. But I'd seen it in his expression from the first snap - he wasn't just documenting me. He was devouring me with his gaze.

Then he'd said, "Let's make it more fun," and disappeared into the truck.

When he came back, he had our toy bag in one hand, a wicked little smile playing on his lips. My heart had raced. And I'd said yes before he even asked.

He placed the first dildo into my hand - soft flesh coloured silicone, about 6" long, very life like, with deep veins and a big head. It curved just enough to find that spot. I licked my lips and posed, arching my back by the fire, sliding the toy between my legs as John adjusted the camera, his voice lower now, telling me how fucking beautiful I looked.

Soon, the toy was inside me, my legs spread wide over the log, one hand braced against it, the other working the dildo deeper into my soaked pussy. I heard the click of the camera. Then another. Then he handed me the second toy.

Thinner and longer with a series of deep ribs, it gleamed in the firelight as John covered it with lube.

"This one," he murmured, "Goes in your ass."

And it did.

I eased it in, my breath catching, my body already shaking from the sensation. The pressure, the fullness. And the pure, brazen thrill of being displayed like this - my body lit by firelight, stuffed, spread and filmed.

I don't know when the camera dropped. I only knew that suddenly John was behind me, hands on my hips and his cock replacing the toy in my ass, hard and urgent. I was gasping, begging, grinding back into him while my pussy stayed stretched wide by the thick toy.

I came like a storm - loud and raw, the orgasm ripping through me in waves. The kind of climax that made my toes curl and left my skin trembling long after it ended.

Now, in the quiet afterglow of day, with the sun dipping low and the air turning cooler, I was trying - failing - to walk it off. Teasing myself in the water had been a bit much, so I relaxed into a Yoga pose, and tried to breathe, to calm myself. But the memory wouldn't leave.

My ass still felt tender in the best possible way. My pussy throbbed at the memories. And worse - or maybe better - I couldn't stop imagining what it would be like if the dildos had both been real. That here we were, alone in the Outback, hundreds of miles from anywhere and yet we had come across the perfect stranger. The fantasy might no longer remain a fantasy. It had become a need now. A steady, pulsing ache that curled through my body. Could I make my fantasy a reality? Would John want to? Would Richard want to?

I wrapped my arms around myself, standing at the ridge as the sun melted into the trees, taking more photos, and tried to breathe it away.

But lust doesn't listen to logic. And I knew - deep in my core - that this thing was building in me and it wasn't going to fade.

It was going to ignite.

Then the rain came. Sheets of lightning and thunder as the storm broke. It did nothing to dampen and cool my fantasy, but I knew I had to try and keep the camera dry and get back to the truck. I hadn't brought the bag for it, so I did the best I could by tucking it under my singlet and cradling it as I ran back to the safety of the truck.

John - It took about 5 minutes for me to pull the Land Cruiser out of the river. It was bogged down to the axles, but the truck made easy work of it. Safely out of the water, Richard opened the doors and water poured out. We spent a few minutes pulling all the drain plugs from the floor, getting as much of the water out as possible. I saw Trish had disappeared, off to take some photos which was good, as she would have been quite the distraction if she had stayed around with her shirt basically transparent. I towed him a bit up the road to some higher ground with a nice flat camping area. We moved Richard's tent and other gear and then started to set up for the night. I was beginning to worry about Trish; she'd been gone for over half an hour and the clouds were building. The sun sank just below the horizon and just as we had all the gear stowed, the heavens opened and we were both quickly soaked to the bone. We stood under the awning, looking out to see Trish come running down the road, she was soaked as well, she was using her basically transparent top to protect the camera from the rain, holding it under the fabric and stretching it up so the undersides of her breasts were visible almost to her nipples. Richard's eyes opened wide at the view of my wife's gorgeous firm round breasts. She got to us laughing, handed me the camera and then jumped into the back of the truck. The wind was swirling the rain sideways as she looked out at us from the doorway.

"Are you just going to stand there getting more soaked, come inside you idiots." We laughed - we were getting just as wet under the awning so we followed her in, laughing.

Richard - With John at the wheel of the big truck, it didn't take long to get my ute onto dry land. I was beginning to recover from my boner at seeing his wife so close to me as she passed me the recovery sling and dunked herself in the river water, causing her already skimpy clothes to become even more revealing, showing me all the curves of her body. Her breasts stood proud of her chest. She seemed to be thrusting them towards me and I just couldn't understand how her shorts stayed up.

John and Trish had a very impressive set-up and I helped John get a little campground established. Their huge awning took a bit to put up, especially since I didn't know what to do. John and I chatted about various things as we worked and I gathered he was a photographer and Trish was his muse. They were travelling the Outback, paying for the trip by the photos they took for OnlyFans and Bentbox. I made a note to look them up the moment I got back to civilisation.

When the rain started, Trish had come running up the road, the shorts low and her shirt high showing almost everything. I was really grateful that when Trish rushed back, they invited me into their truck to get dry. Even though we had set up my tent, in this downpour it would not have been comfortable and probably not that watertight either. After being alone for the past two weeks, I needed the company too. I hadn't thought just how close I'd be to Trish in the truck though. She tried to remain discreet as she took off her soaked clothes and tried to wrap a towel round, but I could see her reflection in the windscreen so I saw her unveil her body. In the close confines of the truck and so close to her obviously naked body, my erection came back again, stronger than before.

Trish - Our truck is set up perfectly for two people; we have a double bed in the back, two seats and a table in the front, with the stove, fridges and sink on either side of a narrow passageway. There was only just enough space in the back with three of us standing in the passageway and we were all soaked. John stood next to the bed at the back of the truck and Richard stood in the front next to the chairs, with me in between them. We were all too wet to sit down. I grabbed one of our travelling towels and turning my back to Richard, I stripped off my soaked singlet and threw it in the sink.

"Don't look," I told Richard and took off my saturated shorts as well, drying quickly and then jumped on the bed, covering myself with the towel as best I could. The towels aren't the normal bath type, but much smaller microfiber travelling towels, great for drying, but hardly big enough to cover much even on my small frame. "Oh, this is a bit small," I said and adjusted the towel over me; it barely covered my breasts and only just came down to the top of my legs. John stripped off his shirt and shorts and grabbed another towel, handing our half-sized spare one to Richard.

Richard had his back turned to us, but I realised that from his position, he could see everything clearly in the reflection of the windscreen anyway. His eyes were locked on me as I tried to adjust the towel. "Don't look," he said with a smile, as he stripped off his saturated shorts. I decided not to pay any attention to that warning and I got a good look at Richard's athletic bum as he dried himself off. As he jiggled around, I could see his cock was at half-mast and smiled at the thought that I might have been responsible for that. When he sat down at the table, he put the tiny towel on his lap to try and retain some modesty but it was very seriously tented!

When John finished drying himself off, he jumped up on the bed next to me, covering his lap with the towel as well and I saw he was at half-mast as well.

John - The rain increased in intensity, drowning out any attempts at conversation and we all looked out the windows as the water sheeted down over the truck. The thunder crashed and lightning lit up the bush for miles around. We all looked out of the windows, entranced by the light show nature had put on for us, but I noticed Richard spent a lot of time looking out the window next to Trish, standing closer, holding his towel around him, glancing over at her each time she moved and had to re-adjust the towel to cover herself. She was looking at him and at me as well and I could imagine what she was thinking, especially after last night. After 15 minutes of torrential rain, it eased off to a steady rate and the thunder moved on.

She smiled at me, "Well, that was all a bit of a rush; exciting though," she said, relaxing back into one corner of the bed, adjusting her towel to just about cover everything, but in the process giving us both glimpses of what she was trying to hide.

"Looks like we might be here for a while," I said, "That amount of rain will flood the road around here." I opened up the window next to me to let in some air, doing my best to keep my towel covering me.

"Can you open the other one?" I asked Richard and he leaned over the counter to open up the one next to him, his towel slipping. I saw Trish looking at his semi-erect cock, eyes focused on him and smiling.

We started to talk about Outback travel, the remoteness of this place, and how the rain will have rendered the roads impassable, even for our truck, so we discussed how we would have to stay here for a few days until they dry out. We spoke about provisions and whilst Richard was running short, we had plenty still and we would be fine for another week or two. Unless there was more rain, we could just stay here and wait for the roads to dry out. Each time she moved, Trish had to constantly reposition the towel. I realised that at any time, she could have gotten dressed, but I knew she was enjoying herself, teasing him and giving him flashes to show her bare intimate parts. I looked over at her, smiling at her. She smiled back and I knew what she was thinking. After last night, she wanted to act out the fantasy we had shared and it was turning me on as well.

The conversation turned to photography and the places we'd done photoshoots on the way here. "How did the photos today go?" I asked Trish.

Trish - "I think I got some great photos of the storm approaching as the sun goes down." I said. I was enjoying being almost naked in front of Richard. Most nights John and I don't wear anything, but having this stranger in our truck was a lot different. It was fun to have a normal conversation whilst letting him have glimpses of me. I could see my husband was enjoying this as well, and I wanted to see their cocks react.

"Can I look?" said Richard.

"Sure," I said, sitting up, getting the camera from the shelf behind the bed. Holding the towel across my breasts with one arm, I stretched out to hand the camera to Richard. My towel slipped more than just a bit and Richard got a quick flash of my smoothly lasered pussy. I smiled at John as I covered up again, his grin let me know he was enjoying this as much as I was. "Just plug the camera into the video screen over there and we can all see," I said.

Richard - As Trish passed me the camera, I plugged it into the cable on the side of the 30" monitor that folds out of the side of the truck opposite my seat. I didn't comment on the view that I'd just had of Trish's pussy and hoped that I wasn't showing too much of my growing cock as I had to stretch to reach the monitor. The towel slipped off to the side and it was impossible to cover up quickly enough. The closeness of Trish and her poor attempts to keep herself covered up under the small towels had got my imagination working so my cock was showing a lot of interest. I was hoping that Trish's views of the Australian Outback would act as most holiday snaps do and make me lose interest. I quickly recovered the towel and tried to cover myself.

"Once you connect the camera, it will come up with single or slide show; just press slide show and it'll make things easy," said John, as he watched his wife intently. "Best to put the camera on the shelf behind the monitor, as the wire is a bit short"

I put the camera up on the shelf next to the computer, rotating the monitor back over it. With my other hand, I tried to keep myself covered with the towel but with my hand so close to my shaft, my cock had other ideas. It remained hard and pointing vertically as I sat back down. The photos started to come up, and they were really good. "You got some good shots there Trish," I said.

John - As Trish handed the camera to Richard, I knew I had not deleted last night's photos. Our photoshoot had ended with some very erotic photos and a short video with Trish posing with two big dildos, one in her pussy and one in her ass before I put down the camera and fucked her ass with the dildo still in her pussy.

If we left it on slideshow, Richard would get to see those photos. I wondered what Trish would do, and whether she would get up and switch it off or let him see the photos. I smiled at her; I certainly wasn't going to stop the show. I could see how turned on she was and I knew she was thinking that maybe we could make last night's fantasy a reality.

"Looks like you got some winners there Trish, will be great for the website." She smiled and lay down, turning over on her side to face Richard, the towel slipping again. I noticed it she waited a bit longer before she adjusted it this time. Richard's eyes widened, as he got a full view of my wife's gorgeous pussy and pierced clit hood. I smiled at her daring and she blew me a kiss. I saw the wetness around her pussy lips and I saw how turned on she was getting, taking her teasing to another level.

The photos were coming up in reverse order, starting with the last one Trish had taken. She had taken quite a few, but then there came the video of us recovering the Land Cruiser out of the creek. We all watched intently, but I knew what was coming next and turned to watch my wife.

"Wow," said Richard and we turned to look at the screen - there was the close-up photo of Trish with a dildo deep in her pussy.

Trish - "Oh shit." I said, "I forgot those were still on the card." The screen changed, with a short video of me sliding a dildo inside my pussy with the other in my ass and the sounds of my moaning filled the small cabin. I looked at my husband, he was looking at me with a grin. He had planned this. His pupils were blown wide. His lips parted slightly. He didn't even blink when the next photo came up; a tight close-up of my pussy lips stretched open, the big pink dildo parting me, the glint of my gold clit hood piercing catching the firelight.

My skin prickled, flushed. The arousal was immediate - rising like a tide that caught me by surprise.

Did I want to stop it?

I... didn't know.

Not yet...

I wanted to get up and stop the show, but that would mean losing any covering the towel gave me and my husband made no attempt to stop the show.

Richard's eyes were glued to the screen, "You want me to stop it? How do I stop the slideshow?" he asked half-heartedly.

My husband was making no sign of helping Richard stop the video. I knew I had to do it, but if I went to switch the camera off, Richard would get a real-life close-up view of what was on the screen; the photos didn't leave much to the imagination and I remembered there were more videos of me with the dildos as well. I got off the bed, holding the towel over my breast with one hand which basically didn't cover anything and went to the camera, switching off the slideshow just as a video of the dildo sliding into my ass came up. At least I thought I had stopped it but it just stayed on the screen, repeating the close-up view of the ribbed dildo entering my tight hole. I dropped my towel and using two hands, finally managed to unplug the cord from the screen. I stood there naked and looked at our new friend Richard, who looked up at me, stunned, but obviously enjoying what he saw of my body both on the screen and in real life. I could see what was going through my husband's mind. I knew by the smile on his face that he had known those photos were still on the camera as he looked deep into my eyes and smiled.

"You dropped your towel Babe," was all he said, looking at the towel now lying under Richard's chair.

Richard - I didn't mean to stare. But how could I not? The moment that first explicit photo appeared - so real, so intimate - I felt something shift in the cabin. The air thickened. My cock twitched under my towel and my throat went dry.

Trish, glowing and raw on the screen, was burned into my vision. And then it moved - the slideshow advancing to the short video. The moan that came through the speakers punched the air from my lungs. I couldn't look away.

The dildo slid into her with aching slowness, her breath hitching, her voice needy and deep.

My eyes were glued to the monitor as shot after shot of Trish's bare pussy and pierced clit appeared, with her fingers or toys sliding right inside her wet pussy. "Wow," I'd said, frozen in place, delighted by the beautiful and sexy images I'd seen. Trish got up to do something with the camera, bending over the table in front of me, giving me a live view of what was on the screen. As she stretched to reach the camera, she rose on tip-toe. Her ass was right in front of me, her cheeks slightly parted and close enough that I could smell the sweet scent from her pussy, swollen and wet only inches from my face. She stepped back and I could not help but stare at her. The screen went blank and I was almost disappointed she had stopped the slideshow, but then the screen changed, and a video of the dildo slowing entering her ass came up. I stared at it open mouthed in amazement as it repeated a couple of times before she dropped her towel and unplugged the screen. I picked up the towel and handed it to her, not knowing where to look, the images in my head of Trish being filled, pussy and ass, hearing her moans as each ring of the ribbed rod entered her taking over from real life. I snapped out of my daze to see her sweetly smiling in front of me, fully naked and holding an end of the towel which seemed difficult for me to relinquish.

"Those ... those are great pictures," a gross understatement, but it was all I could stammer out. In bending to get Trish's towel, I'd dropped my own and as I looked at Trish, my cock twitched, the direct connection between my eyes and my prick revealing how aroused I was. She glanced down at my fully erect shaft as I looked all over her body and took in everything, from her hair, wild and still a little damp from the rain, her eyes, sparkling with what I hoped was enthusiasm, her smile, growing, her breasts, full, round and heaving as she breathed deeply, her nipples, stiff and erect. Oh, and her pussy, the gold ring piercing her clit hood which I'd seen in close-up on the screen with its glinting jewel. And her lips beginning to swell beneath the ring, showing wet now - could they still be damp from the rain or was she as aroused as I was?

John - I watched as my wife took the towel from him, not bothering to cover herself up.

"You dropped your towel as well" she said and bent down to pick up Richard's towel. I could see how wet she was, her pussy glistening with the excitement.

I looked over at Richard and saw him trying to cover up his erection. Trish held the towel out to him, but she was looking down at his lap and he blushed.

"That's how we make some of our money while we're on the road," I said, breaking the moment. "We post these pictures to a few paid erotic websites."

I looked over at Trish who at least was blushing, but I could tell she was really excited by what has just happened.

Trish - My skin was flushed from the heat, but also now from something deeper. John on the bed leaned back, his towel clinging to his hips, but barely.

Richard sat awkwardly, my towel in his outstretched arm, trying not to stare but failing miserably. His eyes flickered between John and me, landing for far too long on the exposed skin of my thighs.

"Sorry," he muttered, glancing down at the large erection fully visible now he'd dropped his towel. "Natural reaction, I'm afraid. It's been a long time in the bush ... and you looked so sexy in those pictures."

I saw John's mouth curl into a grin and a warm flush ran through me. We all laughed, the tension loosening just enough to breathe - but not enough to make it disappear.

I caught John's eye and smiled. There was more than a glimmer of agreement in his gaze. A knowing nod passed between us; we both wanted this.

I moved slowly, taking the offered towel and holding it up in front of me in a pretence of covering up before turning and walking back to the bed.

"Well," I said, voice lower now, teasing, "You've already seen everything anyway ... no point in pretending."

The towel slipped from my body like an afterthought. I tossed it onto the surface and turned to face them both fully, unabashed and open. John's eyes were dark with desire, his towel clearly straining. I raised an eyebrow, then reached forward and flicked it aside with one finger.

"There," I said with a sultry smile, "Your turn, Richard."

Richard froze for a moment. Then, slowly, he laughed - a little breathlessly - stood up and stepped away from the table, tossing his towel toward me. His cock was hard and twitching, about seven inches of thick, veiny arousal, standing proudly from a completely smooth groin.

He was gorgeous in a raw, voyeur's kind of way - staring, not quite believing what he was seeing. And not daring to make the first move.

I lay back on the bed, spreading my thighs just a little, enough to give him a proper view. My pussy was wet, lips glistening under the dim light and I wanted him to see it - needed him to. Not to touch, not yet. Just watch.

John sat beside me now, his hand resting on my thigh. Possessive, proud. John's fingers traced lazy circles along my inner thigh, so close but not quite touching my dripping centre.

"I think he likes watching," John murmured in my ear, his breath hot. Turning his head to Richard, "Don't you?"

Richard nodded slowly, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. His cock pulsed visibly.

I leaned back against John, arching my back slightly as if I was posing for a photoshoot, pushing my breasts up and out, letting my fingers trail between my thighs. I parted my lips slowly, letting him see just how wet I was, how much I wanted him watching. My other hand slipped into John's lap and curled around his shaft, already hard and heavy in my grip.

Richard's hand finally moved - gripping his own length with a kind of reverence. Still, he didn't speak. Just stood there, stroking slowly, mesmerized.

Richard - After we'd played our little games with dropped and exchanged towels, in the new atmosphere between us, it was pretty obvious that the time for modesty was over. I still couldn't believe what was happening though. It seemed as though my wishes were turning into reality and that, through some kind of miracle I'd met a couple who could and wanted to fulfill my dreams.

Trish had taken the initiative again, getting back onto the bed and opening her legs to show me her wet pussy, the same as I'd seen just on the screen before she pulled the cord, only this time it was in real life, bare, open, red and swollen, glistening but empty.

John began to stroke her inner thighs, spreading them further as his fingers took possession of her legs. I heard the gentle smacking sounds and watched as her fingers entered her flowing pussy and began fucking herself. She withdrew them and licked her soaked fingers, then offered them to her husband. My hand found itself resting on my cock and when John suggested I was just a watcher of their erotic play, I had to agree. I wanted to take part, just as I'd wanted my girlfriend to do exactly this sort of thing, but even in the small truck cabin, I was still an outsider, watching a loving couple explore themselves and be the exhibitionists to my voyeur. I kept my cock hard by stroking it gently, not really masturbating, just keeping it ready - ready for what though?

Trish's eyes flashed at me and she smiled, encouraging me, blowing a kiss or licking her lips - I couldn't really tell. Then she stopped and turned to get on all fours and the display continued. I saw her bum rise and her head drop. I moved closer to get a better view of this erotic tableau.

John - I smiled. I could tell that she wanted much more than just to show herself off to our guest and my cock throbbed with excitement. I moved to the back corner of the bed and lay back, opening my legs with my cock at full attention. Trish turned over and moved to my side of the bed on all fours with her ass facing Richard. She leant over me and lowered her head onto my throbbing member; I leaned back and couldn't help moaning as her mouth enveloped the head of my engorged cock. As hard and intense as our fuck was last night, this seemed more intimate as we were watched. A stranger not an hour ago, but now welcomed into our sex-life as if an old friend. She dropped her head, sucking one of my shaved balls into her mouth and I leaned back further.

Richard's eyes were wide looking longingly at her glistening pussy. With her other hand, she reached between her legs, sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy. I saw Richard's eyes widen further and he started to stroke his hard cock.

Trish - I got on my hands and knees now, leaning over my husband's cock as I'd done many times before, but this was different. A man who we had just met an hour or two ago was watching. I looked back, seeing him staring at me, the desire on his face. I knew I was in control. I reached between my legs, sliding a finger into my pussy, then another. To have him behind me, watching my fingers play with my pussy, seeing my ass in the air, my ass-hole winking at him, gave me a sense of power over him. I could hear his heavy breath in the still air of the cabin, along with John's gentle moans. I continued to suck my husband and finger myself, wondering if I should get Richard to complete my fantasy. When I pulled off John's cock with a wet pop, I turned to Richard and saw him closer, his cock hard in his hand.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked. He looked at John for approval who nodded his head. "Come closer," I commanded," and he obeyed. "On your knees," I ordered and he moved over to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor. I moved right to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide, so his head was almost between my legs.

I looked back at Richard, using my fingers to part my pussy lips and reveal the entrance to my love tunnel. He nodded, like he was in a trance - slow, obedient, aching. I focused on him, "You can look, but don't touch ..."

I dropped my head down on my husband's cock, taking it all to the back of my throat.

"Fuck, Trish..." John groaned.

I withdrew, whilst looking straight into my husband's eyes, I started stroking his cock, licking the precum off him. "Mmm," I moaned. Not forgetting the voyeur behind me, I began rocking on my knees, thrusting my ass backward and then taking it away before it touched him, tormenting him, teasing him. I looked back between my legs and he looked at me with desire, wanting me. "That's it." I thought, "You both belong to me tonight."

I teased Richard, keeping my wet pussy inches in front of his eager mouth, I fingered myself, whist licking and sucking my husband's cock. John leaned right back, raising his leg high, sliding a pillow underneath him and with that invitation, I flicked my tongue over his anus, then started alternating between gentle licking and then flicking hard at his anus with my tongue. John groaned in pleasure and I heard Richard gasp as he saw me lick my husband's ass. I looked back, his eyes pleading with me, wanting to be allowed to touch me.

"Eat me," I gasped, as I reached back, felt Richards hair, my fingers gripping and I pulled his face into my pussy. "Make me come all over your face."

His tongue obeyed instantly, swirling, flicking, diving deep. I cried out, hips bucking.

Richard - I watched and stroked myself as John and Trish gave me an erotic show like no other I'd ever seen. So close, so tender, yet so raw and animal as she ate his cock, sucked and licked at his balls, sucked on his ass, all the while fingering her pussy and moaning without restraint. I was so turned on. My cock had never been so hard as my imaginations and fantasies had were being enacted in front of me. Trish's butt swayed and her ass-cheeks spread to show me every detail of her intimate anatomy, beautiful in its arousal, swollen and a deep blush-red. I wondered if there was any way I could participate - how to turn from an observer at an exhibition into a part of the show. My cock told me to be bold, but my brain still held me back. It seemed like an eternity. I watched her finger fuck herself, I could smell her scent, almost feel the wetness, until then she grabbed my hair and pulled me into her wetness, told me how I could enter the play.

John - Trish's mouth was incredible, she was very good at sucking my cock and she knew what I wanted when I moved back, pushing the pillow beneath my ass. I watched Richard, as he knelt obediently behind my wife, his mouth inches from her pussy, I could just imagine the heady sweet scent of her flowing pussy. She paused in licking me and I saw him looking to watch her tonguing my ass.

Trish reached behind and thrust his face into her pussy and then returned to sucking and licking me. Here was my gorgeous wife letting, no, demanding that another man lick her slit whist she sucked and licked me. Her tongue penetrated my tight hole and I moaned in pleasure. I could tell that Richard was tongue fucking her ass as well, as she pushed back on him to increase the sensations she was feeling. My hands were holding her head, as she took my whole length down her throat, I started to tremble.

"You are not cumming now, not until I say so!" She decreed as she moved off me, squeezing my cock and balls tight. She looked up at me. Her eyes met mine and I could see the pure lust in them.

She turned to Richard, who withdrew, his face covered in her juices. "Use your fingers, she breathed huskily, her voice making it clear who was in control. "Stretch my pussy with your fingers."

That Richard's hands were on her - gentle, reverent - didn't bother me. If anything, it made the whole moment hotter. Trish was a force. And right now, she was controlling both of us like we were hers. Because we were.

She took my cock in her mouth as Richard worked her open, slow and careful. I felt every shift, every change in her tension. I could tell she was close already - her body twitching

Richard - I sat back and slipped first one thumb, then another into her dripping pussy, stretching it wide between them. "God you taste good," I said as I leant back over her and continued to tongue fuck her, licking the rapidly flowing juices from her dripping pussy. Another finger slipped in, stretching her and filling her even more. Her hand came round from above and pressed against her ass-hole. "Lick me here, use both my holes," she instructed.

"Oh god," I thought. "She's beautiful," as my tongue licked from the base of her pussy and found its way onto her fingers then pressed into her tight hole. I probed deeper into her ass and began to tongue fuck her anus as my fingers worked on her pussy and clit.

I pushed both thumbs now into Trish. I'd widened her slit into a cavern now and from her moans and the way her juices flowed over my hands, she was clearly enjoying it. I felt her shudder, as if something passed through her.

"Stretch my ass now," she groaned, as she took her mouth off her husband's cock. I rubbed her swollen clit and then slowly but pushed one finger into her ass, wet and slick from where my tongue had been probing. I leant back and started to rub her clit, fucking her ass with my finger and alternating my other hand between her clit ring and her inner wetness. Then I gently started probing her tight ass with two fingers, gently stretching that wider and wider as I had with her pussy.

John - Trish moaned as this stranger gave her pleasure where no one other than I had ever done. She continued her actions, holding and stroking my cock and tongue-fucking my ass, her body writhing in pleasure. Knowing what this stranger was doing to her started to drive me wild and I felt my orgasm building. Reluctantly, I pulled myself away from her before I came. "Stop sexy, you don't want me to come just yet - we are only getting started," I said as I rearranged myself to kiss her, our tongues intertwining, tasting my own pre-cum on her lips. I played with her nipples, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples between thumb and finger. She writhed in pleasure as Richard continued his pleasuring of my gorgeous and thoroughly lust filled wanton wife's pussy and ass, the lust in her eyes like I have never seen before, I wanted to see her pussy, and I wanted to fuck her ass.

Trish - "Swap ends," John said, Richard's hands and tongue disappeared, leaving me feeling empty. He jumped up on the bed, eager to receive the pleasure that I had been giving my husband. I moved sideways on the bed to give him room but remained on all fours and Richard moved up to the corner at the other end of the bed. I looked at John and turned back to the throbbing member in front of me.

Slowly and gently, ever so gently, I took it in my hand and timidly stuck out my tongue, tasting for the first time, a cock other than my husband's. I was quivering with excitement, as I ran my tongue around his knob, he tasted so different.

He was so rigid and erect; I could tell he was excited. The veins stood out on his shaft and the pre-cum glistened on his cock. I flicked my tongue over him; a string of pre-cum stretched between my lips and his cock. Slowly, I ran my tongue over his cock as he laid back against the top of the bed. Finally, I opened my mouth and guided his cock in, gently sucking, tasting this stranger's juices, my mouth enveloping his shaft, bobbing my head and sucking him gently. My whole body was quivering with excitement as I took another man into my mouth.

Richard - I looked down, staring as I groaned in pleasure as her tongue touched my cock. She seemed hesitant, and I realised she had never sucked another man before. I almost came as her mouth covered my cock. I could not believe this gorgeous creation was sucking me. Damn she was good, her tongue playing around my head whist she sucked. It took all of my control not to cum, but I felt her squeeze my cock hard, gripping my balls. She knew how to control a man. I watched as John stretched her ass with his fingers. God how I wanted to fuck it if she, if they, would let me. He thrust into her and she let go of my cock, taking me fully in her mouth. I thrust forward, gently, not wanting to do anything to stop this. I took her head in my hands and started to fuck her mouth as John fucked her pussy, faster and faster, I was going to cum, I knew it, I saw John reach underneath her and she orgasmed, taking my cock all the way in her throat. I felt my cock twitch, "No, no, not yet," I yelled to myself and then just as I could not take anymore, Trish relaxed, releasing my cock and I thanked the gods I had not cum. I knew what she wanted, what they wanted. And I wanted to cum in her ass.

John - I watched as my wife took another man's cock in her hand. I was mesmerised by the sight of her tongue slowly tasting, then licking the throbbing cock she held in her hand, then finally taking it into her mouth,

I realised that I had been neglecting my duties. I moved behind her, spreading her cheeks to see her pussy and ass slick with a combination of his and her own wetness. Using my thumbs, I slid two of them into her slick tight ass and she bucked in pleasure, sending Richard's cock deep into her mouth. Thrusting both my thumbs deep inside, I stretched her wider and she groaned.

I withdrew and inserted another and another finger, whilst rubbing her clit. Richard had started to move his hips, fucking her mouth. I gently slipped a fourth finger in, stretching her ass wide open, getting it ready as she pleasured our guest, now alternating between sucking his balls then taking his rod deep into her mouth. I leaned back and looked down at her ass as it gaped open, slick with her wetness. Which hole should I fuck? Both were ready, both gaping. Raising myself on my knees, I slid my hard cock all the way into her pussy in one smooth stroke, right to the hilt. She halted in her sucking and gasped and writhed in pleasure as I slowly began to fuck her. I increased my pace, as Richard took hold of her head and started to thrust into her mouth. She took us both, moaning with each thrust and we got into sync, thrusting into her simultaneously.

I pushed my fingers back into her ass, stretching it further, feeling my cock in her pussy through the thin wall. I felt her orgasm building; she gripped my cock hard tightly within her. I thrust forwards, withdrawing my hands, I reached around and flicked her clit ring hard, the ring marked her sensitive spot. I had done this many times before and knew the effect it would have. She instantly orgasmed, gripping my cock tightly - oh so tightly. Her body writhed in pleasure at each flick of her clit, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth. I stopped and felt the waves of her pleasure retreat, I pulled my cock out and she released his from her mouth and rolled over onto her back, slowly regaining her breath.

Trish - "Oh fuck, that was incredible," I gasped. I was quivering with ecstasy, my heart racing, my breathing ragged. They both looked at me with desire, their needs unfulfilled.

I looked at Richard, his thick cock heavily veined, rock hard and engorged, fresh from my efforts. I turned to my husband; his cock was huge as well. I knew what I wanted, what they wanted, but the size of those two cocks scared me, would I be able to take them both at the same time? I thought back to the night before, the dildo was smaller than John, softer, could I stretch even more? They looked at me with a hunger, a lust, a need.

"I ... I. I want both of you inside me." I stammered.

"You sure babe", asked John, his eyes filled with lust.

"Yes," I nodded, the power back in my voice, I knew what I wanted, what I needed. "I want both of you to fuck me."

John got into position, laid down on his back on the bed and I knelt over him. I mounted his cock, pushing him deep into my wet pussy, moaning as I slid down to the hilt. I laid down flat on top of him and thankfully this time Richard did not need any further invitation.

He moved around, leaning over both of us and positioned himself in between our legs. His head dived down and I felt his tongue competing with John's cock at the entrance to my pussy. "I just have to taste both of you," he said, as he licked both of us. John withdrew his cock, then thrust inside, as Richard licked the juices from it. I felt Richard's tongue wander over my ass and pussy. As my husband fucked me, he continued licking and tasting.

"Take me now," I commanded, wanting more than just a tongue.

Richard then knelt up behind us, taking his throbbing cock and I felt it touching my gaping asshole.

"Fuck my ass now, fuck me," I directed, knowing he needed and wanted permission and trying to maintain control but desperately wanting to feel his cock in my ass.

He took his time positioning himself, the head of his cock slick and throbbing against my stretched entrance. I braced myself on John's chest and pushed back slowly, feeling the delicious burn as Richard slid inside. His cock head stretching me more and more, painful but not, until it was past the tight muscle.

The stretch was exquisite - full, slow, inch by inch as Richard pushed into my ass. My mouth opened wide and I gasped, a silent scream, my head dropping to John's shoulder as I adjusted to both of them inside me. He continued to push, until he was completely buried to the root.

They didn't move. They waited.

I could feel their cocks pulsing inside me, each heartbeat pleasuring me, as I clenched and relaxed, squeezing them, holding them in place. I almost came to their throbbing cocks, but I knew this was just the start.

"Fuck my ass," I moaned.

Richard's first thrust was careful. Then another. The pressure was deep, overwhelming, and perfect. My whole body was shaking, lit up like every nerve had a direct line to where they filled me.

"Oh god Trish," Richard groaned behind me as he slid his cock almost all the way out, stretching my ring muscle again.

"Fuck yes babe," John groaned, sliding his cock deeper.

"Oh my god," I groaned, body arching. "Yes. Stay just like that."

I felt completely full - John's cock pulsing deep inside my pussy, Richard's big knob stretching the entrance to my ass, both of them groaning under and behind me.

"I want you deep inside me," I directed to Richard

I felt his hard member sliding into my ass and felt him press against John's cock through the thin membrane that separated them. It was such an incredible feeling; whilst we had done this many times before using a vibrator, the feeling of another man's flesh-and-blood cock in my ass while my husband was in my pussy was so different, their shafts pulsing and throbbing like no vibrator or dildo ever can. He gently started to fuck my ass and I started to move up and down on John's cock in my pussy.

I took control of the rhythm, rolling my hips, finding the pace that let me feel both of them at once and desperate to keep them inside me. "Now move," I said, voice dark and dripping with command. "Fuck me. Both of you. Hard."

They obeyed.

I smiled, triumphant.

I wanted them to take me, to use me, to fuck me.

And I was lost in the sensation - stretched to my limits, completely stuffed, every nerve lit up and screaming in pleasure. My body rocked between them, their cocks pounding into me in perfect rhythm. I moaned shamelessly, hair wild, skin flushed, drunk on the power, the fullness, the raw, glorious depravity of it all.

They were mine. And I was taking everything they had, and then I started to cum.

John - Staring into my wife's eyes, I saw the pure animal lust as her passion started to ascend again. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to force her engorged clit onto the base of my member. I gripped her hips, pulling her over me, my hard cock penetrating deep into her pussy, right to the base. She ground her clit against my pubic bone. Richard started to increase his pace and was fucking my wife's ass harder and hard.

The feeling of his cock sliding down against mine was incredible, it took all of my control not to cum. I focused on my wife, as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, she screamed, "Fuck yes, yes, don't stop," she howled as Richard continued to plow into her. Her orgasms seemed never ending, her body pulsing with pleasure that had her screaming with desire and fulfillment. Richard slowed, and I started to slide my cock in and out of her. The tight feeling as I felt my cock head passing Richard's deep within her tight pussy was amazing. We increased our pace and found our rhythm. We got into sync, as he withdrew, I slid her down me, sliding my cock almost out, just holding it inside her pussy.

Both our cocks were stretching her entrances and she moaned in pleasure, then as Richard started to move forward again, she gripped his cock hard with her ass and pushed back down on onto mine all the way to the hilt. The base of my cock moved forward against her clit ring, the hard metal rubbing her clit and she relaxed her grip on his cock. He plunged his member deep into her ass, pushing against the space occupied by mine, our cocks filling her completely. She tightened her grip on his cock again and I slid her over me, taking my cock almost all the way out, I thought I could feel the veins on his cock through the thin membrane separating us as I slid up her to my full length and we repeated this slowly at first, then faster, Trish crying out in ecstasy in what seemed to be endless mini orgasms.

Richard - I groaned in pleasure; I was living my fantasy. Everything I'd wanted my Outback to be was here in reality. How I had not cum in her mouth I did not know, but I was glad I hadn't.

I looked down, her back stretched out flat and her ass-cheeks swelled below her slim waist, her curves finer than any guitar. I gripped her hips and as she moved, her muscles rippled. As I slid in her, I could feel John's cock pass mine inside her- the sensation was amazing. I watched each stroke of my cock stretch her ass-hole each time I slid back, the thin skin stretching around my cock head as I pulled almost all the way out, stretching her ring muscle, until she clenched, gripping me hard, holding me inside her. Her gasps each time I pushed forward were exhilarating. I continued to thrust into her, my cock sliding down along the full length of John's cock until I was in up to my balls, and my belly pushed against her ass. We increased our pace, I gripped her hips tight, my fingers finding her hip bones, her gasps turned to moans, then screams of bliss, faster and faster, her cries urging me on.

I felt her climax rippling through her as we pounded her between us. Tried to hold myself back then I heard the command to cum. My balls tightened, my whole being filled with lust as I drove once more inside Trish's ass. My cock swelled inside her and I knew I was about to cum when I heard John groan and felt his cock jerk, spasm after spasm as he emptied his balls in her pussy. It was too much; I seized her hips tight, thrusting deep inside, groaning in lust as I pumped my sperm into her, I could not stop cumming, each thrust draining me, until no more came out, but my cock continued to spasm and I was utterly spent.

Trish - Every nerve alight, each thrust pure bliss, the ecstasy seemed never to stop as my two lovers continued their horizontal ballet on me in perfect rhythm, faster and faster. "I want you to cum," I screamed. "Cum inside me now, both of you," I cried, and writhed in pleasure as another orgasm of epic proportions washed over me.

My command was all it took. John's cock erupted inside my pussy, as my body writhed and the feeling of their spurting cocks was incredible. Richard let out a guttural moan and released his load deep into my ass, his cock pulsing in me. I screamed out, my orgasm crashing over me again and again, I clamed hard on the cocks inside me, feeling each jerk as they pumped their cum into me. Richard's pulsating cock massaged John's through the wall between my pussy and ass as all three of us blended into one in continuous climax. I drained them, rapidly clenching my pussy and ass; as I continued to cum and cum until finally they were spent, begging me to stop, then exhausted, all three of us collapsed on the bed.

The truck was quiet now, filled with the warm scent of sex and sweat, the low hum of our panting subsided to ragged breathing, the noise of the rain now gone, leaving the occasional drip of the water from the awning. The silence of the Outback filled the truck, punctuated only by the creak of the bed as we shifted slightly to get comfortable.

I lay sprawled across John's chest, his arms around me, one hand drawing slow, lazy circles on my back. Beneath the sticky warmth between my thighs and the dull ache in my hips, I felt utterly, deliciously sated.

Behind me, Richard still had hold of my hips, but gently and more tenderly than the animal he had been only a few moments before. He carefully slid out and I let out a soft gasp at the sensation as his thick knob left my anus - it felt vacant now, it twitched involuntarily, clenching. He blew on a deep breathe onto it, the cool breeze making me shudder. He kissed my lower back again before getting up to grab a clean towel from the small storage shelf near the counter.

John's softening cock slid from me and I looked at him. I moved off him, rolling on my back, keeping my pussy and ass clenched tight as the cum threatened to leak out.

John chuckled under his breath. "You're glowing."

"I feel wrecked," I whispered with a smile. "In the best way." My voice now hoarse from the screams of pleasure.

Richard returned and knelt beside the bed, eyes softer now, filled with something like admiration as he gently dabbed between my legs with the warm, damp cloth. I relaxed, let their combined cum flow out. He moved slowly, tenderly, as though worshipping me with every stroke. I didn't flinch or move away. It felt right. Loving, even.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

I nodded, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "More than okay."

He set the towel aside and leaned in to kiss my shoulder, just above the curve of my breast.

"I've never seen you like that," John murmured in my ear. "So... in control. So fucking beautiful."

I smiled and reached to touch his face, leaning down on him for a slow, lingering kiss. There was no heat in it now - just warmth, affection, a deep hum of satisfaction between us.

I sat up slowly, groaning a little, muscles tired and satisfied. I lifted myself from the bed, more cum flowing down my leg and I wobbled as my feet hit the floor, my legs like jelly.

"I don't think I can walk," I laughed, leaning back on the bed. "I've been fucked senseless."

Richard knelt in front of me, wiping the remnants of their lust away. Then he stood, pulling the small blanket from the corner and wrapping it around my shoulders, as the cool breeze of the evening gave me goosebumps. I smiled at him in gratitude. John moved further over on the bed and I collapsed back onto him.

"God you are beautiful," John said, tugging me back down into his arms. "You've earned your rest."

Richard lay down next to us. The three of us just lay together in the soft aftermath - skin still buzzing, hearts steady, breath quiet. I nestled between them, one hand resting on John's chest, the other trailing down Richard's arm.

There were no words needed now. Just the rise and fall of our bodies, the shared warmth, the silence of three people who had crossed a line together - and come out the other side not only intact, but somehow closer.

I closed my eyes, surrounded by the men who had given me something incredible, something I had wanted - and knew they would again.