Holiday Adultery | Vacay Lay

Switching Tents For A Night

And borrowing a married man while I was at it.

Every woman has that one friend. You know the one. You’ve always vibed so well. He makes you laugh, but the timing was never right. At least it wasn’t for us. He was married and I had a boyfriend.

But I never could help wondering if the grass wasn’t greener on the other side of the fence.

My chance to straddle that fence came while we were away camping at a festival. It was interstate and his wife didn’t want to come along, so when my boyfriend said we should drive, I might have invited my crush along.

He brought his own tent, and an air matress which made me a little jealous. After two nights of sleeping on the ground I’d had about enough. I came back to my tent to find my boyfriend passed out cold.

I looked at the little dome tent. It was after midnight. I knew I should go to bed, but my eyes just kept drifting to his tent.

Maybe it was the drink I’d had, but I undid the zip and let myself in. As I did he rolled over.

“What’s up?” he whispered.

“I can’t take another night on the ground. It’s hard as hell and my back is killing me. Not to mention it’s cold as balls.”

Clearly he was tired, he didn’t argue. He just made some room on the matress and held the blanket up for me.

It was a good thing it was dark because my smile ran from ear to ear. I rolled onto my side and snuggled up against him and was delighted when he wrapped his arm around me.

The problem was I was too close. I couldn’t sleep, and I couldn’t stop myself.

I’m a bite size package, and on the petite side, but I have a nice ass. Firm and round it’s always been my pride and joy. Most men I’d met couldn’t resist it, my friend had even spanked it once. Through my leggings of course, but it had sent a thrill through me.

I started slow, grinding into his crotch while lifting the hand that was wrapped around me to my shirt covered tits. It wasn’t long before I could feel him burrowing into my ass.

“Well hello there,” I whispered as I reached behind me and took hold of it through his shorts.

He groaned into my ear, as his hand slid beneath my shirt, cupping my breast. His other hand slid straight down the front of my pants, sliding my panties aside as he explored me.

His big hands felt so good as they parted my folds and he started to finger me into a frenzy.

I couldn’t take it, I rolled over, pushing him onto his back and yanked down his pants, his hardon sprang free and almost hit me in the chin.

It was dark but as I stroked its length I realized just how big he was.

“Where have you been hiding this?” I whispered.

“Shh, he’ll hear you,” he replied. And we both knew who he was talking about. My boyfriend who was passed out in the tent next door.

I took him in my mouth, which was more of a challenge than I was expecting. He groaned appreciatively as I worked his shaft and head.

“Who’s making all the noise now?” I teased.

He reached for my pants and yanked them off along with my panties.

“We’ll see about that,” he replied with that cheeky smile I’d come to know all to well.

Then he rolled me over to the edge of the bed, and got behind me. I could feel his thick cock as he slid it between my thighs and pressed my lips apart.

“Is this why you snuck in here?” he whispered.

I didn’t answer, I just pushed my ass back into him, taking him deep inside me as I did. The size of him sent a surge of pleasure through me.

He grabbed me by my hips, and gave me what I’d been craving.

I reached down and teased my clit, I knew it wouldn’t take much more to push me over the edge. I could already feel my orgasm building. I knew I should feel bad, my boyfriend was asleep in the next tent. But the truth is, it was one of the nicest cocks I’d ever felt. He might have been married but right now he was in me.

I thrust back against him, as my orgasm built. There were a thousand reasons this was a horrible idea, but right now they were only turning me on.

My moans grew louder, but I couldn’t help it.

He flipped me onto my back and pinned my legs up over his shoulders. He practically folded me in half as he pounded me into the air matress.

“Shh,” he whispered as he played with my hard nipples.

“I can’t help it,” I groaned.

He felt around the bed and found my lace panties.

“Taste yourself,” he whispered as he fed them into my open mouth.

They were damp with my arousal, and it pushed me over the edge.

I came hard, trapped between his hard body and the air matress, my soaked panties muffling my orgasm.

That’s when I felt him erupt within me. Impaled on that big dick, I gasped as my friend emptied himself deep inside me.

The pair of us collapsed against the matress, and two wildly conflicting thoughts filled my mind. I knew I needed to leave and sneak back to my tent, but the rest of me wanted to suck him back to hardness and ride him again while I had the chance. Who knew when I’d be able to get him alone again?

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