I distributed photos of my wife anonymously, Part 2
They had a large tent, too, and when one of them grabbed her hand and led her in she stopped in front of the door and slipped out of her shorts and t-shirt in sight of the others. There were five of them, and they cheered at her naked ass and promptly slipped in behind her and took turns fucking her every which way. When the first one of them was completely worn out, he slipped out and began to tell guys in other campsites that there was some hot bitch pulling a train in his tent. Six more guys came into the tent in the dark and fucked her over the next couple of hours, and she thought it was hot as hell that she couldn't even see them. They just mounted her and got their rocks off and a couple of times they had her DP'd, one of her favorite things, and airtight with three cocks. Eleven guys may not sound like much but some of them got off three or four times, so she was pretty much cock filled and humping for several hours. I was standing in the dark in front of our camp watching the whole thing go down and stroking my dick, and it was the hottest thing we'd ever done up to then. She later surpassed that record considerably in Jamaica, but that's another story spelled out in some of my earlier posts.
On this trip, however, she was older and more careful and a bit less confident while looking around at all the hot young college chicks. She even told me, foolishly, that she wasn't sure she really "had it" anymore, that she wasn't sure anyone would still want to fuck her. I took that as a challenge, so while she was walking around and sunbathing on the beach in a tiny hot bikini, I went to the two large men's restrooms in that campground and taped an 8x10 of her showing both her beautiful face and fine cunt spread out on top of a picnic table in another campground that could have been the place we were in. I taped one in the last stall of each restroom, but I didn't stop there. This time I wrote in large letters with a Magic Marker on the wall beside her picture: "This is my wife and she loves to fuck strangers. Don't believe me? Go to campsite 115 and ask her for some pussy. If she's not there, look for her walking around or sunbathing on the beach and approach her. If you're nice about it she won't say no. We'll be here for three more days, and I love for her to fuck strangers." I dated the note and put the time and left.
I posted one, then walked across the campground to post another. I had left her reclining in a lounger in front of our campsite drinking a pina colada and wearing a thin low cut sundress with nothing on under it. In the bright Florida sunshine it was almost transparent, and she had her knees up enough so that if anyone looked carefully as they approached they could get a peek of her hairy pussy. She looked fuckable as all hell, which, btw, she was. By the time I got back from the second rest room and was walking up to our camp, I saw her stepping into the tent with a tall Native American dude who looked to be in his 50s. I had seen him coming into the first rest room as I left, and I guess he had the balls to go straight to campsite 115 and check it out immediately. I slowed down to let them get started and detoured by several camps full of college boys, making a mental note of where she could go at night if things got slow. They never got slow. She pretty much spent the next two days on her back taking on anyone who walked into our tent, and after my advertising campaign there was no shortage of takers, including several of the park rangers, nearly all of the black maintenance workers, most of whom came back several times, two vacationing Georgia Highway Patrolmen, and numerous college boys and married men who sneaked over.
I had picked the camp with care in an isolated nook of the campground with no campsites nearby and my truck blocking the view so that men would feel confident fucking there away from wives and girlfriends and also because part of our advertising was that she made no attempt to be quiet when she was getting fucked. In fact, you could hear her thirty yards away, and when I came back from my detour that afternoon there were already several guys sitting at our picnic table listening to the Indian fuck her inside the tent, and he was doing a good job. She later told me he had the biggest dick she'd ever seen, and he came back two more times before we left. I came up and sat down like a stranger and really got off on listening to my wife fuck while the guys at the table talked about who was going next and asking what the deal was. Some of them were worried that her husband would come back and be pissed, so I finally identified myself and pretty much controlled the flow into her bed for the rest of the afternoon. I tried hard to count them because I really enjoyed knowing the how many cocks she serviced and how many loads of cum she took in her three willing holes. In fact, that was our name for those kinds of vacations: cock hunts, but I lost track somewhere around 15 that day. By dark she wanted a break and some food so the remaining guys wandered off to their own camps after they got off, and she and I drove into town for dinner laughing our asses off at our success. She was truly fired up by then and having a grand time. When we got back, she showered and got ready for some more, but we'd had several stiff drinks by then and I didn't feel like being the ringmaster that night. She said she was just getting warmed up, so she put on her pussy shorts and a t-shirt with no bra and went cruising. By then, of course, every man in the campground was looking for the hot married chick from Texas who was taking on all comers, so she spent half the night fucking in tents, fucking standing up in the bushes, fucking in the men's room, pulling a six man train on the beach, and fucking wherever anyone wanted to fuck her or sucking cock for those that didn't. She didn't even try to count, which disappointed me, but I could tell from the steady stream of gawkers the next morning that she'd gotten around plenty.
She slept in late while I ran off guys coming to fuck her that morning, and when she woke up she went down to the beach topless in a string bottom and promptly met some sailor anchored in the bay who had heard about her and come looking for her. He rowed her out to his sailboat and fucked her for hours, and he must have been good because we could hear her screaming across the bay like she was right next door. Later, I got out my binoculars and watched them lounging naked and making out on his catamaran. Once I saw her roll over and begin to suck his dick and several other guys on the beach were watching, too. One of them yelled across the water at him, "Hey, asshole, you've had yours, send her back to shore so we can get ours!" The sailor shot them the finger, but I saw her laugh. He rowed her back late that afternoon, and she smiled and laughed as she walked topless back to our tent through the throngs of horny college boys cheering her.
She asked me if I was okay with this, and I told her she could never fuck too many cocks for me. She said simply, "Then let 'em in. I'm really ready tonight." I did, and she spent that night fucking in our tent. I tried to sleep on a cot in the other room, but it was impossible with her noise and all the guys crowding in, not to mention my excitement. It was a dream come true for me, and I wanted to see just how far she'd go or if she'd fuck herself out. Apparently there was no limit, and, again, I have no idea how many guys she fucked that night, but it wasn't as many as the previous night according to her, and the next day it slowed down even more. Five or six hung over college boys showed up at our camp that morning and she graciously fucked or sucked them off, but then things slowed down. I'm sure they would have picked up again that night, but it was always a curious phenomenon to me that a lot of men don't want to fuck a woman who will fuck anyone, even when she's a hot looker. A couple of the black maintenance dudes stopped by after lunch and tag teamed her fairly quickly since they were working, but that was it.
