Being in the outdoors has always made me feel a little wild.

My husband has never understood why it brings out the freak in me, but he’s learned to stop questioning it and just takes me to our cabin regularly. Sitting by the campfire, sipping a cold beer is essentially foreplay for me. The darkness of the woods, the sounds of nature around us, and the crisp feel of fresh air make me want to let go of all my inhibitions and become a total animal.

The last time we went out to our cabin for the weekend, we were sitting by the fire, beginning to feel the first chill of night when my husband turned to me and said, “Take your clothes off. I want to see my woman naked in the firelight.”

There wasn’t always a kinky element to this for us, but I got a special thrill when he ordered me around and treated me like his bitch. I reached down to unlace my boots, quickly stripping the rest of my clothes off until I was standing there completely naked. My nipples hardened when the cool evening breeze brushed over me, but the warmth of the fire glowed against my skin. The look in my husband’s eyes as he looked me up and down warmed me from the inside. I knew his dick was already hard.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, taking a deep swig of his beer.

I slid my hand across my hard nipples, stoking and pinching them gently, making them even harder. Then I worked my way down to my pussy, parting my lips slightly to wet my fingertips before circling back up to rub lazy circles around my clit.

He let me keep going for long moments, not saying anything, but watching me intently with firelight reflecting in his eyes. When I thought I was going to come, I tilted my head up, marveling at the stars glowing overhead, the only other witnesses to my hedonism. Just as I was about to orgasm, he told me to stop.

I moaned and stomped my bare foot, but did as I was told.

He set his beer down, got up from the chair, and slowly walked over to me, circling around me like I was his prey. I shivered with anticipation when he stood behind me and pressed his lips to the curve of my neck, lightly nipping with his teeth as he kissed me there. He circled back around, fisting his hand in my hair and forcing me down to my knees. It should have been degrading, kneeling naked in the dirt before a fully clothed man, but I was too turned on to care. I dropped a hand back down to my pussy and kept touching myself as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants.

He didn’t give me any time to work it into my mouth, using my hair to thrust deep into my throat with just a few strokes. Clearly he was feeling a little wild tonight too. I gagged and choked as he fucked my face, but kept furiously rubbing my clit, not even a little embarrassed at the drool running down my chin or the guttural sounds coming from my throat. I knew it would hurt the next day, but loved that he was using my mouth as a fuckhole, pounding harder and faster as he got close to coming.

I wanted to taste his come before I got to swallow it, but at the very last second, he pulled out and came all over my tits, marking me as his slut. It was filthy and so terribly sexy. I was about to pout that we were finished so quickly, but he made it clear he had more in mind. Instead of releasing his hold on my hair, he dragged me forward until I was lying on my stomach in the dirt.

“Stick your ass up. I’m not finished with you yet.”

I did as he commanded, raising my hips up as I rose up onto my knees, but kept my chest on the ground. I was painfully aroused because I was covered in semen, knowing the dirt would be sticking to it and making me a truly dirty girl.

He got behind me, tugging my hips up higher, but letting me keep my fingers on my cunt, ready to coax out the orgasm I had been denied so far.

I squealed with surprise when he slapped my ass several times in a row, the stinging blows leaving my skin hot and red. He pulled my asscheeks apart, and I swore I could feel him looking at my pussy and asshole, deciding where he would fuck me next.

I felt his wet thumb press against my asshole just as his dick nudged against my pussy, not giving me time to adjust before thrusting deep inside me. He was once again using me as a fuckhole, and I loved it.

He pounded into me with slow, deliberate strokes, letting me get close to coming before spanking my ass again and taking me back from the orgasm. When he finally thrust his thumb into my ass, spreading me open in both holes, it felt so good that I came to a screaming climax. I didn’t care that my face was in the dirt or that I was outside completely naked. I just wanted more of whatever he wanted to give me.

He didn’t even slow down, continuing to fuck me faster and harder, grabbing my hair when I started to slide forward against his thrusts. He held me there on all fours, taking his pleasure like a rutting animal.

He finally released his hold on my hair, letting me fall to the ground in a filthy, satisfied mess. He helped me up from the ground, leading me straight into the bathroom to get cleaned up. To my surprise, he bent me over the tub and said, “I’m not finished with you yet. I’m going to fuck that ass before getting you clean, dirty girl.”

I moaned with delight as he drizzled lube onto the bud of my asshole and slowly worked his fingers and then his dick into my naughtiest hole.

When we were finished, he took his time rinsing me clean. He made me feel like a filthy, degraded slut…and I couldn’t wait to do it again.