The Camping Trip

“Wow. This is just… honestly, what an incredible way to spend a weekend, huh?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Thanks so much guys, for inviting us.”

“Of course! Anything for the newlyweds. We were eager to get some friend-time in before you head off for… what is it, like 3 months?”

“Two and a half. And hey… you only honeymoon once, right?”

“We just wanted to make the most of it.”

“God, you two are crazy. My idea of a honeymoon is lying on a beach somewhere for a week, not backpacking through Asia for two months.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it! Babe, can you pass me another drink?”

I watch as my best friend’s new husband gets up to grab her a beer from the cooler. I watch her watching him, and I just feel so happy for them both.

It may have been a bit of a whirlwind, they did only meet last year, but damn… I’ve never seen her happier.

“Do you want one too?”

“Yeah, thanks!”

“Here we go…”

“Okay… I know we’ve spent the whole weekend together, but this is our last night here, I want to raise one final toast: to the happy couple.”

My husband, sitting next to me, grips my knee gently as he raises the drink in his free hand. I do the same, beaming at our friends.

“Honestly, you two… we’re just so happy for you. Cheers to many more years I am sure you’ll share together.”

I share a meaningful look with my friend. I’ve known since high school. She taught me how to slow dance when we were awkward teenagers getting ready for our first school dance, we learned how to do makeup together, and we went to our first parties together. She’s been there with me through so much.

“I’m so glad you’ve found your person. I just hope you’ll still be mine, too.”

“Oh, of course I will. Stop that, you’re going to make me cry. Cheers, everyone!”

I take a long drink and lean back against my husband. He’s lying behind me, his legs spread apart so I can rest against his chest.

We’ve got blankets spread out all across the grass, and the heat of the fire in front of us is warming my bare feet.

“It really is gorgeous out here.”

“I can’t believe it’s our last night.”

“I know, I don’t want it to end!”

“Hey, at least you get to go on a trip next week… it’s back to work for us.”

They are sitting right next to us, with my friend beside me and her new husband beside her. She drapes her arm over my thigh, taking another long sip of her own drink.

“Okay, no more of this sad-talk. We should make this last night count… anyone got any fun ideas?”

“As long as it doesn’t require any more walking. I’m still exhausted from that hike earlier.”

“We could play truth or dare…”

“What are we, twelve?”

“Oh come on! It’s fun. Besides, no one else has any ideas, right?”

“Okay, that settles it. Truth or dare… but let’s make it exciting.”

“How will we do that?”

My friend and her husband share a cheeky look.

“By making the game a bit more explicit…”

I wouldn’t consider us prudes, my husband and me… we’re far from it, actually. It’s just… I don’t really have that kind of friendship with her anymore, the kind where you tell each other everything and overshare about your personal lives.

My husband, whose head is resting on top of mine, gives my thigh a quick squeeze. I know he’s up for it… and so am I, even if things get a little more intimate.

“Okay, let’s do it. Who goes first?”

“Alright, I will. Let’s see… I’m going to ask my lovely new bride. Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“How many people… that are here right now, have you fooled around with?”

She shoots a shy glance at me, and I smile back at her. I think we all know the answer, but I’m actually not sure… if she would have told him about us.

It was just one night… one weekend, actually. Years ago… I was new to bisexuality and we… well, it was more casual… exploratory, but we did end up naked in bed together for pretty much the entire weekend.

“Two.”

“Oh, shocking! I think we all knew that one though, right?”

“Okay, okay… let’s turn things up a bit then… How about you? truth or dare?”

“Uh, truth.”

“Ugh, lame. Okay… let’s see… Have you guys ever invited a third into the bedroom?”

I look up at my husband who smiles down at me.

“Yes, we have. A few times, actually.”

I can tell by the slight look of surprise on her face that she wasn’t expecting that. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting a lot of this, where the night is going… but I’m curious now… to see how far we can push things.

“Okay, my turn. I’m going to assume, since you asked us that question, that you’ve also likely invited someone to join you…”

“Yes we have.”

“So, okay, this one is for the groom. Truth or dare?”

“Hmm, let’s go with dare.”

“I dare you to take off one piece of clothing… for every sexual partner you’ve ever had.”

“Oh damn, that’s a good one, honey.”

“If you wanted to get me naked sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

He stands up quickly, offering my friend a smirk before he starts to strip off some of his layers.

First, his sweater. Then a shoe.

His belt comes off, and the way his hands flex around the leather makes me cross my legs in front of me.

“Woo, take it off, baby. Long way to go, yet…”

I lean forward, watching, and my friend does, too, but her eyes are on me… eagerly eyeing my expression as I watch her husband undress.

Another shoe comes off, and he kicks it aside. Then his shirt. He starts to unbutton his pants, and then stops.

“Wait, does a drunken night in Vegas count where I’m not 100% sure what happened but I did wake up next to a very…”

“Oh my god, yes. Your brother filled me in, and yes it counts.”

He slides his pants down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. He settles back down onto the blanket, propped up on one side.

“There we go. Did you enjoy the show?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

She snuggles up in front of him, and he drapes his arm around her. I can tell by the way she looks back at him that she likes the direction this is heading.

“Your turn…”

“Hmmm, okay. Let’s see… You haven’t had a turn yet. Truth or dare?”

“Dare, of course!”

“I dare you… well, it’s more of a challenge to both of you… to join me in the clothes-free zone.”

I look back at my husband who glances between all of us, and then nods. I move to my knees and grip the hem of my T-shirt, ready to remove it…

“Ah, ah. Stipulation: you have to undress each other.”

“Hey, hey, it’s not your turn!”

“No, no. I’ll allow it.”

My heart starts racing a little faster as my husband leans in and kisses me gently as his hands slowly slide under my shirt.

He slides it up, and we break apart for a moment while I pull the shirt and my sports bra over my head.

I lean into him, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly, then letting it fall to the ground behind him, taking it off him.

I kiss his chest, running my hands up and down his body… making eye contact with both of our friends as my fingers start to unbuckle his jeans.

I slide them down a little, and he stands up to let them slide down his legs further. He kicks them aside and presents himself, nearly naked, with all of us looking up at him.

“Woo-hoo, give us a little show then!”

“What happened to taking turns, huh?”

“Oh come on… this is so much more fun, though.”

Her husband’s hand has disappeared under her skirt now, and I can tell by the way she’s shifting that he’s teasing her.

I lean forward on my knees and take my husband’s hand. He looks down at me, and I slowly let my free hand move up his thigh.

“It would be your turn, next, though, baby. What do you want me to do?”

“Look at me…”

My husband cups my chin in his hand and forces me to look up at him. He slowly moves his thumb over my mouth, and then pushes it inside.

I suck on it eagerly, my own hand moving between my legs.

As if we’re alone in our house, just the two of us, I pull my underwear to the side and start to tease myself while I suck on his thumb.

“Mmmm…”

“That looks so hot.”

“Yeah, keep going…”

He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and moves back slightly to strip off his underwear. His dick is already hard, and my hands eagerly move to start teasing him.

I look over at our friends, and they are mesmerized by the sight of us. His hand is moving faster between her legs, and she’s grinding back against him.

I lean forward and slowly slide my tongue up and down my husband’s shaft, making eye contact with them both just across from us.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

“It looks good, too. Keep going…”

I take my husband in deeper, my hands gripping the base of his cock and moving down to gently massage his balls.

His hand rests on my hair, slowly petting me and encouraging me to keep going.

“Baby, I want to feel you…”

I look over to see my friend leaning back on her elbows, and her husband positioning himself between her legs. They can still both see us… and we can see them.

He looks so sexy, peering up at me from between her legs.

I lock eyes with him and take my husband’s cock deep down my throat as he leans forward and starts to tease her pussy with his tongue.

“Fuck, yes. Take it a little deeper, baby. You can do it…”

“That feels so good, right there.”

My fingers move between my legs again, sliding onto my clit and slowly moving in circles. The sounds of their moans are so sexy… I can’t believe we’re really doing this, watching each other like this.

“Mmmm, that feel good, baby? Yeah, play with your clit for me… while I fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh my god, yes!”

My husband pulls away from me and I lean forward a little, already missing his cock in my mouth.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby. Face them…”

I reposition myself on the blanket, my hands spread out in front of me. I feel him kneeling behind me now.

He pulls my underwear, and I can feel his cock teasing me gently between my legs as he leans over me.

“I want you to watch them… while I fuck you. Show them… how my girl takes this cock… nice and deep…”

“Oh my god…”

“Fuck, yeah. Let’s… baby, get on your hands and knees, too… watch her.”

I watch through the dancing flames as my best friend and her husband mirror our positions, and she looks up at me as he slides inside her…

“Fuck, yes. Oh my god.”

“Yeah, baby. Fuck me. Yeah, pull my hair… make me watch them.”

“Fuck, yes. Take it, baby. You like having an audience? You like when they watch you like this?”

“Yes… fuck. Don’t stop.”

“Reach between your legs and play with that fucking clit. Come on, baby…”

“Fuck, yes. Oh my god… more. Don’t stop.”

“Yeah, that feels so good. Oh my god.”

My hands grip the blanket as my husband fucks me harder, his hands gripping the sides of my thighs, his nails digging into me. This is so exciting, so new, so hot… I already feel myself getting close.

“Fuck, that feels good, I’m going to cum soon… if you keep… doing that…”

“Don’t… not yet. I want to cum together… Wait…”

My best friend is watching me, and I’m watching her… watching her husband fuck her, leaning over her, cupping her tits in his hands as he starts to go faster…

“Fuck, fuck… yes. Oh my god.”

“Almost there, I’m almost there. Fuck me, yes…”

“You can do it, baby… almost. Hold on… take a little more. Fuck, yes.”

“Good girl, cum for me, you can do it. Yeah, come on. Fuck…”

My fingers move faster between my legs, pressing down on my clit hard as my husband thrusts into me over and over again.

“I’m going to cum, yes. Right now…”

I watch her as the orgasm starts… I see it in her eyes first, that pleasure that’s built up to the point of breaking… then her hands start to shake a little as she tries to brace herself against her husband’s cock… the sight of her, the sound, the look her husband is giving me…

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me, cum for me… right now.”

“Yeah, take it. Good girl. Keep going, keep going… cum all over this dick.”

My husband thrusts deep inside me wildly as I cum, then he holds himself still, as deep as he can, thrusting a little more gently. I can feel his cum, warm inside me… oh my god.

“Yeah, cum for me baby. Please… please… yeah, fill me…”

I collapse onto the blanket as my husband pulls out of me. He grabs part of the blanket and drapes it over me before going in search of our clothes.

I look up to see my friend and her husband sharing a kiss… their foreheads pressing together as they whisper to each other. She has the brightest smile on her face.

“Here, babe, your shirt…”

My husband hands me my shirt and I sit up right, pulling it on over my head. He sits next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“That was… uh, yeah… unexpected.”

“Maybe for you… we maybe had some ideas about this weekend… We just had to see if you guys were open to it.”

They share a knowing look, and my husband squeezes my arm.

“Oh, really? Why didn’t you tell me before!”

“Oh come on, babe. You love surprises, don’t you?”

“Okay, yeah. I do. But… well, if you wanted to… we could do this again. Maybe a little more… exploration… next time?”

“Same time next year?”