Being 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 instead 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, and the crisp feel of fresh air make me want to let go of all my inhibitions and become the animal that prowls at the core of me.

The last time we went to our cabin for the weekend, we were sitting by the fire, beginning to feel the first chill of nighttime air, when my husband turned to me and said, “Take your clothes off.”

I always got a special thrill when he ordered me around sexually, tapping into the excitement I felt when submitting. I reached down to unlace my boots, then quickly stripped the rest of my clothes off until I was standing there completely naked.

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

I slid my hand across my hard nipples, stoking and pinching them gently. 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 watched me intently, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. When I thought I was going to come, I tilted my head up, and after a moment the stars came into focus overhead. “Stop,” he commanded.

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 as he stood behind me and pressed his lips  to the curve of my neck, nipping with his teeth as he kissed me there.

He came back around, fisting his hand in my hair and forcing me down to my knees. 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, but just used his grip on my hair to thrust his dick deep into my throat.

I gagged and choked as he fucked my face, but kept furiously rubbing my clit, paying   no mind to the drool running down my chin or the guttural sounds coming from my throat.

I wanted to taste my husband’s come before I got to swallow it, but at the very last second, he pulled out and came all over my tits. It was filthy and so terribly sexy.

Instead of releasing his hold on my hair, he then 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, but kept my chest on the ground. I was painfully aroused knowing I was covered in semen, and that the dirt would be sticking to it, making me truly filthy.

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’d been denied so far.

I squealed with surprise when he slapped my ass several times. He pulled my cheeks 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 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, it felt so good I screamed out in climax. I didn’t care that my face was in the dirt, I just wanted more of whatever he wanted to give me.

He didn’t 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.

When he finally released his hold on my hair, I fell to the ground in a wild, satisfied mess. He helped me up from the ground, leading me straight into the bathroom to get cleaned up — and then to bed.