My husband and I lived in our small college town. After we graduated, we decided to stay, as we liked the location and scenery. It held so many beautiful memories for us. We met here, dated, and eventually married.

My best friend back home had invited us over for a party. She and her husband lived on a large farm, that always had the biggest bonfires and all the beer you could drink. I couldn’t wait to catch up with my friends, despite driving several hours to get there.

Typically, anyone who went ended up sleeping over. Guests slept in their vehicles, passed out on the lawn, or camped in tents.

My husband wasn’t overly excited to go, but he realized this was my best friend and agreed to come with me. We made the drive and happily met with the hosts and my old childhood friends.

It was then that I saw you. You took my breath away. My old flame that never got to be. I had always liked you, but timing was always against us to see if we could develop into anything more. We exchanged small waves; I then got pulled away by some friends to play pool and catch up.

I was about three beers in when you came over to me, handing me another cold one. Your hand brushed against mine. My eyes lit up, and my heart skipped a beat.

I asked how you’d been and if you had come with anyone. You pointed in the direction of your wife, and I told you I’d love to meet her later.

My husband came up, and I introduced you to him. There was an awkward silence in the air between you two—almost as if my husband sensed my heart used to beat for you. I told you it was nice chatting and said maybe we could all catch up later—I thought if his wife and my husband were there, the tension may be lessened.

I asked my husband if he wanted to play darts. He nodded yes. I smiled at you, and we went our separate ways.

Hours went by. The sky was now dark with twinkly stars and bonfires glowing in the night sky. Everyone left at the party was either tipsy or drunk. Music was playing in the warm summer breeze. A bunch of us hit the dance floor. The longer we all danced, the more we danced with another partner outside of our spouse.

At one point my husband was with my cowboy's wife, and I was with him. The two of them were laughing and seemingly enjoying each other’s company. His hand was resting at the small of her back. They looked really cute together. They were so happy and free. It made me feel less guilty about the feelings I was having towards you. However, I was content to have you in my arms, perhaps dancing a little too closely, wandering hands getting a little too frisky. I wanted you in the worst way.

As the dancing was winding down, I went to go get another beer, when you grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into a dark corner near the house. Pulling me into your chest, you told me I looked sexy, and you couldn’t stop thinking about me; how you wanted to feel your cock buried deep inside my warmth.

My stomach jumped at your words. I told you I felt the same way, but I need to get back to my husband. You pointed over in his direction and said he wouldn’t miss me for at least a half hour. He and some guys there were playing cornhole.

I asked where your wife was, and you said she was asleep in the truck. She’s never been one to hold her alcohol well.

I gazed into your eyes. You leaned in and kissed me. I felt a rush of desire.

Your hands rubbed my back, and your fingers found themselves running through my hair.

You unhooked my bra and put your hand up my shirt. You circled my nipples with your fingers and squeezed my breasts as our tongues met.

I felt myself getting wet; I longed for more than a kiss. You started to put your hands down my pants, but I pulled away, telling you, “Not here. We could get caught.”

You pointed to the barn, and we took off running into the darkness.

Once in the barn, we climbed the ladder to the loft. I barely made it up the ladder before you were pulling me up and stripping me of my shirt and bra. You were moving quickly to savor the little time we would have.

There was a blanket laid out up there; I looked at you quizzically. You admitted you had put it there in hopes we could meet like this tonight. I was thrilled at your foresight and leaned in to kiss your sweet lips. You took off your shirt so we could be skin-to-skin. We took a lot of time kissing and touching before you unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down past my hips and thighs.

I rubbed your cock over the top of your pants and asked if we could take your jeans off too. You had them off in seconds. Lying on the blanket in the loft, we could hear the party going on outside. The barn was dark, and there was little chance of us getting caught. We were so hungry for the other’s affection that the world seemed to melt away around us.

You were always the one that got away. Even after I left town, you were on my mind often. I could feel you shaking with excitement underneath my touch. You climbed on top of me. Your body weight felt heavenly. I could feel your hardness growing and pressing up against me. Our hips were in sync as we were dry humping.

I felt you reach your hand down and pull your boxers off. I felt my anticipation building. You sat up and rubbed your cock over the top of my panties. I exhaled deeply. Pulling my panties to the side, you teased my clit with the tip of your cock.

I told you I wanted you to fuck me like you own me. You smiled and told me that’s all I had to say.

Inserting yourself inside of me forcefully, you began thrusting like a bucking bronco. Gasping at your girth inside, I could feel you stretching me. My breasts were bouncing, and I kept moaning with pleasure. I wondered if anyone could hear my moans, but in that moment I didn’t care.

I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit. You had me so swollen and wet. You threw my legs over the top of your shoulders and continued to pound me. Deep, hard thrusts until I started to cum. I screamed your name.

Ramming your hard cock inside my slippery cunt, your balls were slapping my ass. I felt your whole body convulse as you grunted. Soon your milky seed flowed deep inside of me. You pulled out, and we lay naked beside each other. Not saying a word.

You held me for a brief moment in time.

I got up and told you I needed to get back to my husband. I kissed your lips one last time before I got dressed. You helped me down the loft, and I left first so there would be no suspicion.

When I got back to my husband, he was still playing cornhole, and I could tell he was drunk.

In my haste to get back, I had forgotten to put my bra back on. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice. He kissed my lips and grabbed my tit, something very uncharacteristic of him to do in public. He asked where my bra was and why my nipples were hard. I told him it was because he just grabbed them. I ignore his question about my bra. He pointed out a wet spot on my jeans, then pulled straw out of my hair. I hadn’t thought about that when I came back from the barn. He looked at me skeptically, and I told him the girls and I were having a hay fight. He laughed and asked if I could get him another beer. Relieved that he bought my story, I happily did as he asked.

I ran into my cowboy at the bar. He winked at me and grabbed my ass, asking when we could fuck again. I couldn’t help myself; I was excited. I told him my husband was drunk, and I’d sneak away once he fell asleep.

You told me to get ready; the next round was going to be longer. I blushed and said, “I’m looking forward to it!” I craved his thick cock. I wanted him to take me again.

The evening carried on, and my husband continued to get more and more drunk. We had our tent set up, and I encouraged him to come with me to lie down. I was hoping he would pass out quickly so I could go meet my cowboy.

Once we were in the tent, my husband wanted to have sex. I tried to dodge his advances knowing damn well I still had another man’s cum in me, but he would not drop the subject. I did what I needed to. I stripped naked and straddled him. I sat on top of him, riding his cock until he came.

My husband soon passed out, and I slipped on an oversized T-shirt that could pass as a short dress. I unzipped the tent door and was taken aback seeing you standing close to our tent with your boot up against a tree. It was then I learned I gave anyone walking by a sexy show of our silhouettes fucking in our tent. You told me you had watched the entire performance. It made you horny as hell seeing my sexy body on top of him. You admitted you stroked yourself while watching us.

You asked if I was ready for you. I smiled and told you I was. You took my hand, and you led me to the bed of your truck.

Nervously, I told you we couldn’t do this here; your wife was asleep inside! You told me she sleeps like the dead and assured me she would never wake up.

You pulled my T-shirt up and ripped my panties off. Rolling me over, you had me on all fours with your arm wrapped around my stomach and breast, kissing my shoulders and back all over. Giggling, I told you that you were tickling me, and people may see us. You dismissed my fears as you buried your face deep into my pussy from behind.

I moaned a loud. “Fuck,” as you ate away at my cunt. You told me having fucked two men on the same night, with both of their cum inside of my pussy was driving you wild.

Blushing as you said it, I felt terribly guilty about my behavior.

Just as my mind started to wander to my husband, you mounted me. You had one knee on the bed and the other leg was bent with your foot on the floor. My head went back as you penetrated my inner depth. It was then that I saw my husband walking towards us.

You looked up and made eye contact with him, but you didn’t stop. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure, my body betraying my mind. I had been caught with another man’s cock inside of me. My husband didn’t seem mad, not even upset. Instead, he opened up the truck door and woke your wife. She seemed hurt by what she saw.

My husband pulled her into him to comfort her and was whispering in her ear. He started kissing her neck; soon they were both kissing and stripping each other. Clothes were hastily hitting the ground, and nude flesh was glowing in the moonlight. They lay in the grass in front of us so we could watch and hear them fuck.

This only excited you further. You thrust and fucked my pussy as your hands were on my shoulders pulling me in. My husband had your wife on her back, legs spread wide open, licking her clit. She was moaning and squirming underneath his mouth. With each squeal from her, you were fucking me faster and harder.

My husband got on top of her, spread her pussy open wide, and fucked her. She was yelling, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me!” and he did just that. Not wanting me to witness my husband fucking his wife, he laid me on my side and scissored between my legs. The angle his cock was hitting had me screaming.

Moans and grunts were coming from the ground beneath us. I could not see what was going on, but they both were enjoying themselves. My cowboy had me lean over the top of the cab. The cool metal felt good against my skin. Kicking my heels to get my legs spread to the width he wanted them; I reached back to guide you inside of me.

Squeezing and spreading my cheeks open and closed had you shudder with delight. I bounced my butt back against you, hoping you would cum. Wet, sloppy sounds were coming from below and between us. I was on sensory overload and soon came. You busted in me again, cum dropped down my legs as you pulled out.

Ignoring the couple below us, you put my shirt back on and walked me back to the tent.

I fell asleep exhausted from the alcohol and fucking. When I woke the next morning, my husband was beside me. He woke shortly after I did with a hangover. He told me he blacked out last night and didn’t remember anything after we fucked, and he fell asleep. He told me he had crazy dreams about me fucking my old flame, and then he fucked his wife.

I innocently said, “Oh? Did you like fucking his wife? Did you enjoy watching me get fucked by someone else?”

I noticed his cock start to rise. I told him he was naughty to dream of such things, and to enjoy it! I pulled him into me and told him to reclaim his wife. To fuck me and make me his again.

He happily did just that. He fucked me fiercely and told me I belonged to him - that no other man will ever get to fuck me. I sealed the deal by telling him I was his and only his.

Once we were done, while most of the people there were still asleep, we packed up our tent, loaded the vehicle, and made our way home.

Smiling to myself about the evening events and how I finally got to fuck my old flame, I wondered how I didn’t truly get caught in the act since my husband did not remember a thing.

This could be the start of something I didn’t know I needed. I enjoyed being fucked in front of my husband and watching him fuck someone else. I even had the pleasure of tricking him into take-back sex. I drove home wondering how I was going to fulfill this new hunger…