This is a story I wrote on Graveyard 1984 Blog. Unfortunately, with all the sex Gifs I used, that blog and this blog were purged. But that’s old news. What isn’t old news is that while I lost every last bit of my material, I’ve decided to rewrite one of my stories: Lust in the Dark. It’ll have Karen, Mike and Brent, but I’m not sure if it’ll be a one-and-done or an on-going series. An on-going series, at some point, has to have an end. And while I can see that end, I lose steam…quickly. This story has a different time, place and setting. You can also read it on my other erotic blog, Dose of Sex. Pretty soon, I will be fully transitioning over to that one. I hope you enjoy.
Karen pulled down the zipper of the tent quickly and stuck out her head. With her thighs squeezed together, she looked around to see if anyone was awake. She stepped out of the tent, zipped it up and started to run for the brush, when she remembered that she wasn’t wearing panties.
She pivoted on her right foot, slipped on the wet grass and fell to her hands and knees. Urine trickled from her sex and she had to chuckle. In the midst of a dozen tents in the middle of a national park, she was down on all fours, naked except for a tank top. Just a few feet from her, the campfire had reduced itself to glowing embers. Beyond that were the tents scattered about the clearing.
Each turn of her head or twist of her neck brought a dull ache to her temples. Why had she drank so much? One object became two, became three, became four. Karen groaned in frustration and climbed to her feet. Staggering to the brush, she hid behind a tree and let her bladder go.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but after fifteen seconds or more of pissing, her thigh muscles started to ache and throb. That was the downside to drinking. Liquor took nutrients and water from the muscle, and the muscle lost its endurance. Karen finished her stream and peaked out from behind the tree.
No soul in sight.
At a brisk walk, careful to focus on a single tent, she zipped open the door, and dove in. Fumbling in the dark for cleansing wipes, Karen let out a groan of disappointment when she couldn’t find them. Her hand finally settled on a small piece of fabric and she cleaned herself with it.
Mike wouldn’t care, would he? After all, there wasn’t anything on his boxers that hadn’t been on his tongue. Well, maybe except for his cum. Her eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark and she saw the silhouette of him sleeping on his right side. Lifting the covers, his bare ass stared back at her.
Gears and wheels started turning in her belly. Something felt naughty about this. What was it? Sex had been so quick, she had hardly any time to strip down before Mike was on top of her and inside her. Karen pulled the tank top over her head and slid under the blanket.
Mike moaned softly and shifted subconsciously in his sleep at the feeling of her cool flesh. As her head rested on the pillow and her eyes closed, her mind ran in circles. Something definitely felt naughty! What was it?!
They had taken a camping trip with a dozen couples in their workout group. Was it the act of having sex with others in such close proximity? Mike had tried desperately to get her to moan as loud as she did at home. And in his haste, he blew his load too soon. Karen had to admit that laying naked in a tent, an act that wasn’t easily done with kids around, was not only a turn on, but had lewd appeal to it.
Forcing the trepidation to the back of her mind, her hand drifted down his torso, and soon fell upon his extremely hard root. Grasping it firmly, she began stroking it. Using pre-cum to lubricate the head, she rubbed the palm of her hand on it in a twisting motion. Karen smiled when he moaned and stretched his muscles. Once you had kids, getting woke up to sexual stimulation was rare, too.
She rolled him over to his back, and for a brief moment, she thought about sucking him. However, she had failed-or, Mike failed rather-to give her an orgasm. Karen mounted him and positioned him at her moist entrance. With her eyes closed, her mouth hung open as she slid down his shaft.
Oh, my god! He feels so much bigger! Karen thought, finally coming to rest at the base. Placing her hands on his chest, she soon found a rhythm and her hips were undulating on his cock like a wave.
He had awakened and was returning her thrusts and was penetrating deeper. Keep it quiet, Karen, she told herself when her pussy closed around him. If getting drunk meant magnification of her husband’s size, then she was going to get drunk more often. Her pussy felt stretched beyond its limits. Karen’s voluptuous chest was bouncing and swinging in concert to each and every thrust.
This didn’t escape his notice for long. Karen held his head to her chest as he bit and sucked her nipples. She came to rest on his lap; beads of sweat ran from her pores and her black hair clung to her wet skin.
“Oh, god, honey, you feel so damn good!” she whimpered, grinding her hips.
“So do you, baby!” a strange voice came out of the darkness. He was laying wet kisses upon her breasts. Karen’s eyes flew open and she flung herself from his body.
“Who are you?” she asked too terrified to speak above a whisper. The light of a lantern stabbed at her eyes like a thousand needles. “Brent?!”
“Oh, my god!” Karen said, unbelieving what just happened. Her breasts were still wet with his saliva and her tank top clung to her skin. “Oh, my God! What did I just do?!” She looked about the tent as if looking to put on a pair of underwear or shorts.
“Well, we were having sex!” a dumbfounded Brent sat staring at her curvy body. His wet cock was still fully erect.
“You want to turn that light off, jackass?!” Karen snapped. Brent quickly doused the light. She sat up against the wall of the tent, her legs together and her knees pulled up to her chest. She was drunk, right? This couldn’t be considered adultery, could it? “Why did you let me do that?”
“Me? Why are you putting this off on me? You’re the one in my tent and too drunk off her ass to know any better! I thought I was having a wet dream or something!”
Karen lowered her forehead to her knees. He was right. It was wrong to put the blame off on him. He was an innocent bystander, of sorts. As she sat quietly in the dark, the thing that confounded her the most, was that her pussy was still twitching, as if calling out for more.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna tell Mike,” she said, finally lifting her head and staring at Brent. “For the life of me, I don’t know how I’m gonna tell him.”
“You don’t tell him. What happened here is none of his business.”
“‘None of his business?'” Karen scoffed at the notion. “How can none of this be any of his business? I’m his wife!” she shot back. Karen had to steady her breathing. She close to coming unglued on him.
“And I’m Cassandra’s fiancee. But you’re not gonna catch me running back and telling her. Is your drunk worn off yet?”
Karen sat quiet a moment. Although it had, there was still the dull ache and the whoozy feeling whenever she turned her head. “A little.”
“Good! Because I’m going to put things in perspective for you!” he said scooting closer to her. “You’re a news reporter, right? Okay. Do you get great enjoyment out of reporting on who got murdered, who got raped, which politician got caught with his dick in his hands, and traffic jams?”
“Gets kind of boring, actually.”
“Exactly. People know that there are deeper truths to be told, but people don’t ask because they know deep down that if they knew, there would be a nationwide riot. I’ve been in the military. I know! I’ve seen and heard shit that’ll make your head spin. But it’s none of the American people’s business.
Just like none of this is Mike’s business. But you go ahead, Karen! Go ahead and tell Mike that we had sex and see what happens. He will want to fight me and I won’t be held reponsible for what I do to him.”
Karen felt her resolve eroding by the second. Brent’s face was less than a foot from hers and his expression wasn’t all too kind.
“I’ll, um, I won’t tell him,” she said quietly sliding passed him.
“Where are you going?”
“What about my orgasm, Karen?”
She looked down at the hard root between his legs. It was still impossible to believe that it had been inside of her, giving her pleasure. Before, she could have considered what she did an honest mistake. However, could the same be said once ignorance was longer an issue?
Once he saw her hesitation, Brent knew he had her. Taking her by the arm, he led her to his bed and pulled her tank top off. He was gentle with her as he resumed laying wet kisses on her breasts and biting and sucking her nipples. Karen, however, was hesitant to hold him. When he went to kiss her, she suddenly turned her head.
He smiled at this simple gesture of defiance. Grabbing her jaw, he turned head back around and covered her mouth with his. Eventually, she succumbed to the pressure and returned his kiss. Her hands laid delicately on his thick biceps as he followed her to the ground and came to rest between her legs. Karen reached down and taking hold of his cock, pointed him to her sex.
Brent was kissing her neck when he went into her. In the middle of the wilderness, their bodies slowly came together. She tried desperately to focus on the sounds of the crickets and wild animals, but all she could hear was his heavy breathing and her soft moans and sighs of ecstasy. In one of the other tents, an intoxicated Mike was snoring the night away.
“Oh, god! Mike, please, forgive me!” Karen whimpered when the first series of orgasms commenced. She wrapped her arms and legs around Brent and held on when he quickened his stride.
Several minutes later, Karen was pulling her tank top over her head and breasts. Hopefully, for the last time that night. Sex with Brent had been pleasing, but that didn’t stop her from feeling wretched. He had used an old, dirty shirt to clean his cum from her belly. Before leaving his tent, she looked back at him; he was sprawled out in the middle, passed out, and his sodden cock laid upon his left thigh.
Her drunk was mostly gone and that was reassuring. From the way she felt, maybe a hangover wouldn’t come. She found her tent and stepped quietly in. Karen took a sigh of relief when she saw Mike laying there, sawing logs. Never could he know that she had kissed another man, laid naked with another man, and felt pleasure from another man.
Putting on a pair panties and shorts, she laid with her back to her husband, and curled into a fetal position. Karen didn’t feel worthy to touch him. Mike was like a golden altar and it felt almost profane to touch a single hair of his head.
She wept bitter tears and she fell asleep hoping no one had heard her.