We lucked out when we rented that cabin up by the lake. Tara had scolded me that it was still the off-season.

We could get up there and have a cold snap. I liked the price and the idea of being up there alone. Just me and her and the wild life.

It was our second day and she was running around in shorts and a thin white sweater The weather had taken a turn for the warmer side and it was our first truly warm day where shorts could be sported.

Tara loves shorts.

I’d noticed the caretaker getting the cabins ready for the impending busy season. Painting some wooden porches and steps, cleaning gutters, mending cracked sidewalks and even a few windowpanes.

I’d also noticed him noticing Tara.

I had come out with a cold beer and a long cigar to find her doing her best to hang a hammock between two trees. One end was already linked to the thick rings bored into the sizable oak. She couldn’t seem to get the other end done.

Before I could offer my help, the caretaker showed up.

I plunked down in an Adirondack chair and watched. He didn’t notice me, and neither did my wife.

He helped her pull the hammock taut long enough to clip the free end to another bolt screwed into another sizable oak.

Tara blushed a little at how closely he stood. She tucked her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her delicate ears as they worked. I watched as she looked at him and then looked away quickly, her cheeks growing even rosier.

I smiled, lit my cigar, and waited for them to finish.

When she caught sight of me, she bounded over, bouncing like an eager child. “Want to lay in the hammock with me?”

I shook my head and her face fell just a little.

I waved a finger at the caretaker and he caught sight of it, looking a little nervous. I smiled at him, but it only seemed to make it worse.

When he got close, he just stood there. His nervous expression had taken a turn toward the curious.

I could see Tara’s blushing pink nipples through her thin white sweater. Whenever she was on vacation she utterly refused to wear a bra, and no sane man would argue with her. At least, I never did.

I looked at my wife and then at the man.

“I don’t want to test the hammock with you, but I bet this young man would. I bet he’d like to fuck you. I bet he’d like to fuck you over there on, in, or near that hammock. And I bet he wouldn’t mind one lick if I watched. Or jerked off. Or even jumped in at some point.”

Tara licked her lips, looking slightly intoxicated, but it was only from what I was saying. Which made it even better.

This was not the first time I’d offered Tara up to a suitor, but it was the first time I’d done it like this.

She looked shyly at the guy, and he looked stunned.

“What’s your name, son?” I asked.

“Matthew.”

“Well, Matthew, it’s a really simple yes or no question. Do you want to fuck my wife?”

“Yes,” he managed.

“Do you have a problem doing it right here, since it’s just the three of us, while I watch?”

He shook his head. “No, sir.”

“Matthew?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Stop calling me sir. Only Tara does that and only when we’re having sex.”

“Yes, s — yes,” he finished.

I waved a finger and puffed my stogie. “Go ahead, then. Do it. I’ll be right here if anyone needs me.”

I grinned. He still looked slightly stunned. And Tara — fuck, I love that woman — she’d already whipped off her light sweater and was popping the button on her shorts.

Matthew was all eyes and open mouth. It was almost comical, but for the enormous hard-on he was sporting.

“It’s a big dick, baby,” I said to Tara. “He’s going to fill you up and then some.”

She cooed something I couldn’t make out and shucked her shorts. She stepped free of them and then ran the palm of her hand along the length of his erection.

“See what I mean?” I asked.

She nodded and dropped to her knees on the soft green grass. “Yes. Big.”

“And what with you being so tight and small down there,” I said, teasing her and him.

He looked like he might swallow his tongue as she pulled down his zipper and pulled his dick out. She lapped at his tip, sucking gently every so often. He moved his hands into her hair, tugging gingerly. She growled around his dick as she sucked it, and he made a surprised noise.

I had to stifle a laugh.

She worked him into a lather by going down deep on his cock and cupping his balls. He looked like he might pop at any moment.

I put down my cigar and slid my hand in my pants and pulled my cock free. I gave the end a swipe with my thumb, spreading a bead of pre-come. I watched my wife stand, take his hand, and lead him to the hammock. She didn’t get in it, though; she leaned her belly over it and used it to balance herself.

Matthew didn’t need any instructions. He moved in behind her, holding her hips, and used the hammock to his advantage.

He got rid of his jeans and then slid his cock inside her slowly. I watched it stretch her open and found that the visual kick started my arousal. I grabbed my dick and went for broke, jerking off as he fucked my wife by pulling her down onto his cock. He thrusted deep and slow but held her hips and moved her toward him as well.

She gasped. I hadn’t been kidding about him being big and her being small. It was an utter turn-on to see him pushing that huge cock inside her.

He swung her back and forth, thrusting into her. I could only really see that sweet ass, but I heard her cry out and heard him hiss, and that told me she’d come. Fucking her tight pussy was one thing; fucking her tight pussy when it was coming — gripping and squeezing and rippling around you — was a whole other experience.

I stood up and walked over casually.

Matthew was in the zone. He barely noticed my existence. I put a hand on her lower back and he stopped.

I took her hand and raised her up. I put her hands against the tree trunk and she took the hint, readjusting her stance. Matthew simply followed along. For him, it was all about the pussy. He was drunk on it, and rightfully so.

I was face-to-face with her, stroking my dick, as he fucked her from behind — short, deep thrusts that I knew were pushing that big cock into her deep.

“Is that big cock stretching you, baby?” I asked.

She nodded, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she trembled there, pressed to the tree.

I leaned in and kissed her and she mewled.

“Are you taking that cock deep inside that tiny pussy?”

Another nod. Another desperate sound.

I kissed her again, working my cock furiously, knowing she was watching it. “That’s my good girl. You can take it. You can take every inch.”

Matthew grunted, his hands gripping her slim hips so tightly her skin blanched around his fingertips.

I took my free hand and skimmed it down her hair, along her throat. She whimpered and he hissed. If you touch Tara in the right places, her pussy clamps down on you like the world’s loveliest vise.

I let my fingers explore her nipples while he fucked her. He was growling and grunting like a beast, and I knew that was getting her off.

“Listen to what you do to him,” I said, moving my hand down to press against her mound. I let my middle finger press the cleft of her pussy, putting pressure on her clit.

My other hand worked my hard-on feverishly. I was feeling pretty close myself.

I shoved a finger inside her as Matthew increased his tempo, sometimes lifting her up on her toes.

Out on the lake a bird gave an echoing cry.

“Touch yourself,” I said.

She moved her hand between her legs and started to stroke.

“I’m going to come soon. Jesus — ” Matthew was a simple man. Blunt. Honest. Big.

I had to laugh.

She pushed her ass back and her fingers flew along her clit as she made slick revolutions.

I watched her face as she got closer. I reached up to pinch her nipple. When she whimpered, I did it again. I pinched and pinched until she lost it. Her fingers slick and quick on her pussy, she came. Her head tilted back, her mouth open.

I grabbed the back of her hair and tilted her head forward for a brutal kiss.

Matthew grunted and groaned and held fast to her as he plunged into her. He came, all of his big body going rigid as he let go.

He backpedaled and dropped into the hammock. He laid there, breathing heavy.

I looked at Tara.

“Now that you’ve come twice and you’re full of come, it’s time to take     my load.”

She nodded, licking her lips, and dropped down before me. She opened her mouth and I played my cockhead along her lips softly before sliding into her waiting mouth.

I held a handful of her hair and took my time, going slow at first, watching her pink tongue slide along my length, lapping at me. Then she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her big blue eyes wide.

“Did you like his big cock?” I asked, working myself up more.

She nodded, sliding her rigid tongue up one side of my length before sucking the tip and then sliding it back down the opposite side.

My entire being seemed focused on my dick. I could barely get the words out, but I managed.

“Did you like me touching you while he fucked you? Did you like coming with his cock inside you?”

Another nod, then she pulled my dick out and said, “God, yes, baby. Yes. It was so fucking good.”

When she swallowed me back down I let go. I came as I slid along the velvety wetness of her tongue. I filled her mouth and held her hair and watched her swallow me down.

It was only then that we realized Matthew had gone.

She laughed and winked. “Well, his job here was done.”

“That it was.”