My wife Cher and I were looking forward to getting away for a long weekend at a cabin I had rented up in the mountains.

We got there shortly before noon, and we were still settling in when we heard a knock on the door. It was the local sheriff. He told us that the wind had knocked down some neighbors’ power lines, and he was checking on ours. We were okay, but Cher invited him in and asked if he wanted some coffee.

The sheriff’s name was Richie. He was about our age, tall, with dark brown hair and an athletic build. We had some coffee and some pleasant small talk, and when he left he said he would drop by later if the weather got bad, to check on our power situation.

I had noticed the way Cher was looking at this man. As soon as he was gone I said to her with a grin, “You want to suck that guy’s cock, don’t you?”

She grinned back at me. This was a game we played a lot, and it never failed to turn us on. “Oohh yeah,” she breathed. “I’d love to put that big cock in my mouth!”

“You want to suck on his balls, don’t you?” I said.

“God, yes!” She was panting now. “I want to feel those big balls on my tongue!”

“Tell me,” I sad

“I want that big dick,” she moaned. “I want to taste his come in my mouth. I want that big fucking dick to come all over my mouth. God, that would taste so good!”

“I’d like to watch that,” I said. Cher was already stripping her clothes off, and then we fucked like jackrabbits.

It began to rain that afternoon. The rain turned into a storm, and around five o’clock we heard a knock at the door. We knew it had to be Richie, and we smiled at each other. Each of us knew what the other was thinking.

Sure enough, it was Richie, making his rounds and checking in on us as he had promised. When we invited him in for a drink he was happy to accept.

After some small talk we found out that Richie was single and lived alone in the woods, not far away. We were all getting a little buzzed, and I could see Richie’s eyes scanning Cher’s body. I knew what he was thinking, and so did she.

After a few more drinks I got out some cards and suggested we play a game of strip poker. Nobody objected. We didn’t pay much attention to the cards; we were mostly just interested in stripping. When we were all naked, Cher demanded that Richie and I treat her to a massage. She lay down on the floor on her stomach, and I began rubbing her feet, while Richie moved in front of her and started rubbing her shoulders and back. His cock was semi-hard, and looked massive as it hung there in front of her, occasionally brushing up against her head as he stroked her body.

Finally Cher reached out and grabbed that dick, which swiftly grew even bigger in her hand. Then she was licking it, running her tongue up and down the underside. Richie gasped loudly and put his hands on her head, urging her to take him in her mouth, and she did, sucking him as deep as she could.

“Ooohh yeah, suck that cock, baby,” he moaned out. “Suck on my big dick, baby, you like that fucking cock in your mouth, don’t you?” Cher said something, but her mouth was full of his dick and her words were incomprehensible.

As she sucked him she reached for my head and pulled my face against her pussy. A minute later she threw back her head. “Ohh Christ, yes, I’m coming!” she cried. And she did, squirming so hard that she rolled over onto her back. Richie quickly moved between her flailing legs and brought his dick to her pussy. It looked so big that I wondered if she would be able to take it inside her.

But Cher apparently had no such doubts. She only spread her legs wider, moaning with pleasure as Richie slid his dick slowly into her pussy and started moving back and forth. “You like that, baby?” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “You like that big cock?”

“Oh God yes, I love that big cock!” Cher groaned. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and began to move to his rhythm, whimpers of delight coming from her panting mouth. My own cock was stiff as I watched this stranger fucking the crap out of my wife.

“Take it, baby,” Richie growled. “Take that cock all the way up your pussy.” He then pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and began to move still harder. Cher was practically sobbing with joy, and a minute later she started screaming and squirting all over his dick.

Richie didn’t stop. He slowed down a bit when she came, but he kept on fucking her, and she just kept on coming, over and over again. I was stroking my dick now, taking in this incredible scene.

After about 10 more minutes of this, Richie flipped my wife over onto her hands and knees to take her doggie-style. He lined up his cock with her pussy, and with one stroke he was balls deep inside her again. Cher’s head shot up and she squealed with ecstasy as Richie started pounding into her, his thighs hammering her ass like a piston.

The veins were standing out in Richie’s neck now. “You want my come in your pussy, baby?” he panted. “Is that what you want? Is it?”

“YES!” Cher howled. “Yes, oh God yes, YESSS!” She was just screaming at the top of her lungs, and her screams continued as Richie began to shoot into her with a loud yell of his own. His ass flexed convulsively as he pumped jet after jet of jism into my wife’s body. I was still stroking myself, and at that point I came hard, shooting ropes of come onto Cher’s back. Cher just lay there with her eyes closed and a big smile on her face.