Primal Instinct Pt. 04 by edinbedin
Part 4 — Everyone involved is of legal age. You may want to read the earlier parts first. Or not.
A few days after the evening with Richard, my wife and I went away for a long weekend. We headed as usual for our favourite camping spot on the west coast — down a single track road through a pretty glen, then an hour’s hike from the small car park at the end, to a little secluded cove, with grass and sand and rocks — the sort of magical place that only exists in Scotland. The weather was forecast to be hot and sunny, and there was a slight breeze from the sea to keep the midges down. Perfect.
We stripped off, and after helping each other with the tanning oil, lay naked enjoying the warmth of the sun on our bodies. Tricia kept a towel close to hand, just in case someone showed up unexpectedly, as she always did. I wasn’t bothered — sometimes we could go the whole day here without seeing a soul.
I had something on my mind, which was troubling me, and eventually summoned the courage to ask “Sweetheart, do you think you might be just a little bit in love with Richard?”
“No, don’t be so silly,” she said — “I’m old enough to be his mother.” Then, after thinking a little, she said “I think I may be in love with his dick, though — it’s so beautiful.”
This was difficult to contradict, and so we lay there for a while, each thinking our own thoughts. Then I said, “Do you wonder how it would feel inside you?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, “I’ve thought about it, of course. But I could never do that — that would be sex — and we’re married — it would be adultery.”
I thought to myself about the evening photoshoot, and wondered in what sense that wasn’t sex. The Bill Clinton sense, I guess.
Then she said “I wish you could touch it — I’d love to see that. Do you think Dick would mind?”
“I honestly don’t know,” I said, “But I really don’t want to — it’s enough for me to watch you play.”
“You’re such a prude,” she said. Perhaps she was right. I’ve never touched another man’s dick. Thought about it of course — hasn’t every man?
Then, a little later, she came out with “Of course it would be impossible.”
“What would be impossible, sweetheart?”
“To put it inside me — it’s just too big — it would hurt!”
“Well,” I said, “I guess if you never try, you’ll never find out.”
“Do you really want me too?” she said.
“I don’t know,” I said, honestly, “But I do enjoy thinking about it — it turns me on.”
“Pervert.”, she said. And then, more gently, “Actually, it turns me on too.”
I turned to her and kissed her. My hand slid down between her legs, and sure enough her pussy lips were parted, and she was wet. I stroked gently, then took my stiff little dick and rubbed the head in her wet folds.
“Not here!” she said — “Someone might see!”
“There’s no-one here to see,” I said, “Except the seagulls and the sheep, and I’m sure they won’t mind. Besides, what if someone did see us — would that be so bad?”
“Go on then,” she said, and I slid inside, gratefully. We played this way for a while — kissing and stroking — and I played with her bum with my oily thumb. Then she rolled over, and I push my prick past her tightness, deep inside her heat. She came first, as usual, and then I emptied my balls inside her.
Lying spent afterwards, she said, “I love feeling you come — it feels so sweet.”
“I like doing it in the open air,” I said, “It’s so much more natural — like animals mating, really.”
“Let’s go for a swim,” she said. I ran after her naked body, and we played in the cold water like Adam and Eve.
Later that afternoon, as we lay chatting, we spotted a small lobster boat, coming around the headland. It was still a long way off. Tricia reached for her towel.
“No, don’t,” I said, “Leave it — it might be fun.”
She gave me one of her looks, and I thought maybe I was pushing her too far. But she let the boat approach quite close, making no move to cover herself. When it was clear that the fishermen had seen us — one of them even pointed — she said to me “OK, now or never!”, and stood up and waved, her breasts jiggling. I stood up too, and put my arm around her.
The fishermen waved back cheerfully, and turned the boat so that it came in closer. “Beautiful day,” shouted the elder one.
“Catch any fish?” shouted Tricia.
“Lobster,” said the man. Then he seemed a little lost for words. “Come on then, son,” he said eventually, “Let’s be getting back,” and the boat headed off on its original course.
As they went out of view, Tricia collapsed in giggles “You were right,” she said, “It *was* fun. Did you see the young lad’s face — he was staring at me the whole time, as if I was a mermaid. A mermaid with a pussy!”
“I guess you made their day,” I said.
“Well, it made mine,” she said, “I feel all wet again,” and she stroked by dick. “Do you think he has a wife,” she added.
“I don’t know,” I said — “But a man can enjoy seeing a beautiful woman naked, whether he has a wife or not.”
“Do you?” she said — “If you had the chance, would you put your dick in another woman.” And she squeezed it — I was by now quite hard.
“Only if she was as desirable as you,” I said, tactfully.
“Well, that’s fine,” she said — “No woman is as desirable as me!” And kissed me.
Later that afternoon I spotted a small boat coming around the point that hides our cove. As it got closer, we could see it was two guys in a canoe. I was surprised because this was an isolated section of coast, a long way from the nearest settlement, and all you usually see are fishing boats and the occasional hiker.
When Tricia realised it was two boys, she got quite excited again, since it meant she could have some more fun showing off. But before the boys got close enough to easily see us, she suddenly said “Quick, put you shorts back on,” pulled her t-shirt over her head, and wiggled back into her bikini bottoms.
I was disappointed, guessing that she’d chickened out, but she said she didn’t want them to turn away thinking we wanted privacy. “Perhaps they’ll come in closer and say hello,” she said. I suspected she’d remembered the boys at the beach with Dick — and was after a repeat performance.
The boys paddled all the way in and landed. They came over and introduced themselves — Thomas and Ben. They were ever so english — apologising for disturbing us, and asking if it was alright for them to camp close by just for one night — which of course we were very happy to agree to. They thanked us profusely, telling us they were hoping they wouldn’t have to try to find another spot. Tricia told them it would be fun to have neighbours. Little did they know!
They then went off to unpack their canoe and set up camp. We watched them as they arranged everything. They were both of average build, a bit on the skinny side and not athletic looking. They reminded me of typical university students — very earnest — computer geeks, probably. Their tent was soon erected — clearly they’d done this many times before.
As the boys were setting up their camp, Tricia and I wandered over, and we all chatted — it turned out they were on a canoeing trip around the islands, and that this was one of their favourite camping spots. They were indeed students, Thomas studying history, Ben computer science (I knew it!).