When my husband Rob’s hunting buddy broke a leg and couldn’t go on a trip they had planned, I went along instead.

I wasn’t interested in hunting with him, but I figured it would be nice to be outside and spend some time with my husband.

We were staying at my husband’s friend John’s ranch for the week, and we arrived around mid-day. John’s wife Heather was home when we got there, and she fixed us a scrumptious lunch to welcome us to the ranch. She apologized for John’s absence, but told us he’d join us for dinner, when he was finished working.

After lunch, Rob went out for a hike while I sat on the small deck drinking beer and enjoying the scenery. Around dusk, I saw several men riding horseback head into the barn. I watched until they came back out, their horses put in for the night. Two of the men drove off in pickup trucks while the third started walking to the house. When he reached the deck, he said hello and introduced himself as John. “You must be Rob’s wife,” he said. I was so dazzled by his good looks that it took me a moment or two to stammer out my reply.

John was a hunk, plain and simple, and I felt my panties getting damp just from looking at him. He walked closer and put his foot up on the step, which enhanced the bulge in his pants; my eyes kept darting back to his crotch as I tried to talk to him. I was so charmed after he tipped his hat and said, “I’ll see you at dinner, ma’am,” I couldn’t remember a thing he’d said.

Getting through dinner was pretty difficult as I tried to keep my husband and Heather from catching me as I continued to check out John, one of the most gorgeous male specimens I’d ever seen in my life. I couldn’t wait to get my husband into bed to quench the burning desire I felt.

When Rob commented on how wet my pussy was later that night, when we were alone, I told him that being in the fresh mountain air had made me horny. When I felt his big balls pressing against me, I told him I was afraid I’d need to get laid often on our trip, then proceeded to match him stroke for stroke until we exploded together.

We were up and out before daylight the next morning, and I sat between John and Rob as we bounced along a seldom-used trail to the top of a high ridge. I had slid over until my thigh was touching John’s, and since nobody seemed to notice, I stayed there, relishing the warmth of his body.

Aside from a few admiring glances from John, however, nothing happened that day. It was the same the next day, too, though I put on slightly skimpier clothing to try to tempt John. I flirted with him when Rob was busy with something or not paying attention, and I could tell I was getting to him. But still nothing happened. On the third day, my husband wanted to hike further along the ridge to hunt. He was going deeper into the woods, so he suggested I stay with John and get to know him better.

I’d once again dressed as provocatively as the occasion would allow, and when my husband left us alone, John told me I was driving him crazy. He asked me if I’d ever cheated on my husband. I told him I hadn’t, even though I’m quite promiscuous; that wasn’t any of his business. That didn’t stop me from flirting with him all day, though. Now that I knew he was interested, I stepped up my game and made sure to show off as much as I could.

My flirting was working, and when John and I drove to our final hunting spot of the day, he parked under a cover of trees and slid across the truck’s bench seat to embrace me. His kiss was lingering and passionate, and his hands quickly slipped under my sweater to fondle my bare breasts. My pussy heated up immediately, and I felt my panties get wet before our lips parted.

When he kissed me again, his hands got busy undoing my jeans. My pants were tight, so he could only get his hand in far enough to feel my curly bush and touch my clit. He was careful not to put too much pressure on it as he gently massaged it, but soon that wasn’t enough for him, and he broke our kiss and asked me to push my jeans and panties down. Just as I was about to comply, another truck rumbled past on the trail behind us; I refastened my pants in case they came toward us.

John finger-fucked me several times over the next couple of days, but we were never able to seal the deal since we were interrupted each time I tried to take my pants off. It wasn’t until the last day of the hunting trip that John and I finally got the privacy we needed to do the deed.

Rob decided to spend the last day deep in the woods in a one-man tree stand, which meant there was no room for me or his friend. John said he’d had his fill for the week, so he was going to stay home, and he offered to keep me company while my husband hunted. I checked with Rob and he said I should enjoy the day on the ranch since he wouldn’t be very good company while he hunted, so I stayed. I thought John’s wife would be around, too, but it just so happened that she had plans to drive into town to see some friends, leaving John and I alone.

We had lunch together and shared a couple beers while we ate. We sat close to each other at the table on the patio and, after lunch, John made his move. I felt his hand on my thigh, slowly working its way upward, and I spread my legs as wide as I could in my skirt, just enough for him to reach my crotch. As his fingers delved between my legs, he discovered nothing but curly hair and the slippery lips of my hot cunt. I heard him suck in his breath the second his hand reached its goal.

He found his voice and said, “Let’s go inside before I come in my pants.”

He led me straight to his bedroom and pushed me against the all, kissing me passionately and pulling up my skirt to cup my naked asscheeks. “Damn, I want to screw you so bad my cock aches!” he told me as he broke our kiss and dragged me over to the bed.

We stood at the foot of the bed as he ripped his clothes off, and I was very happy to see that his cock was much larger than I’d expected. Once he was nude, I stripped out of my skirt and top, and we embraced passionately before he eased me back onto the bed.

As anxious as he was to get his cock into me, he still took the time to go down on me and give me some fantastic head. His tongue was magical and sent delightful sensations through my loins until I had my first orgasm of the night, a huge wave of pleasure flowing through my body.

I opened my eyes as the final tremors of my orgasm passed through me and saw John looming above, poised to enter my snatch. I pulled my knees back up to give him easy access to my ever-ready pussy, and he found my entrance quickly. I felt the flared head push inside me, then felt as inch after inch of cock slid between my lips until our pubic hair meshed and we were joined at the groin.

He held himself steady for a second, savoring the feeling of my tight pussy, but I grew anxious and moved my hips after a minute, thrusting up along his manhood and encouraging him to start really fucking me. He pumped in and out of me using the full length of his lovely cock, then shifted to ride higher, stimulating my clit and starting another orgasm building in the pit of my stomach.

He fucked me steadily for five, 10, 15 minutes before I felt his cock start to throb as he neared his climax. He asked if it was okay to come inside me, and I moaned, “Oh god, yes! Please!” A bit later, he did just that, his throbbing cock sending hot jets of come deep inside my grateful pussy.

His orgasm set off my own, and my cunt squeezed and clenched his dick until we were both spent. Then we lay together, still joined at the crotch, and caught our breath as we basked in the calm that follows a good orgasm.

He held me in his arms as he became flaccid and slipped out of my snatch, and we remained cuddled together for about 30 minutes before his hand slipped down to explore the folds between my legs. We began kissing again as he gave me the bestfinger-fucking, and soon we were both ready for another go. This time he slipped his cock into me from the rear and fucked me in the spoon position.

When we finished, we rested for an hour or so then showered, fucked again under the hot spray of water and tidied up. By the time Rob and Heather returned, it really looked as if nothing had happened.

I never told my husband that I’d fucked John on our trip, and I don’t ever plan to. We’re going back in a few months for a hiking trip with John and his wife, though, and I know that I’ll fuck him again.