Glamping
Shady Lady Julie
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I had always wanted to go glamping so when the chance came up to go for a weekend I jumped at the chance. The set-up was perfect with just two yurts on a field at the bottom of a farm in rural Devon. Andy, my husband of 10 years, just laughed at the idea at first, saying it was just “Camping for grown-ups.”
“What is there not to like?” I said as I showed him the website with pictures of the insides of both properties with its luxurious trappings inside including a beautiful bathroom. There was a kitchen area and also a seating area inside, divided up by curtains. Outside was a shared seating area with a fire pit, BBQ and a hot tub that would take half a dozen people at least.
“Ah the problem is Shelly, I see is that it’s shared facilities outside,” Andy said as he read the website, I had shown him. “No way am I sharing a hot tub with strangers, well not unless we are going to fuck them.”
“But what if it wasn’t strangers?” I said slyly. “What if I could convince Sam & Paul to go?”
I watched Andy’s mind working, knowing he had the hots for my younger sister Samantha. Sam was just 30 and a year younger than me and while you could tell from our faces, that we were related there were a couple of major differences between us, Sam had huge breasts. Well, I say huge they were 36D but compared to my 34A they were huge. Sam was blonde whereas I was brunette, but I was a good 6 inches taller than her 5’ 3”. Sam had good legs and ass, but I knew that mine were real head turners. When we were younger, we would walk along the road together and Sam would get all the attention from the front, but I would get the attention from behind. Andy always used to remark that if you could take Sam’s breasts and put them on me you would have the perfect woman.
I knew Andy was turned on considering the possibility, as I could see it on his face. The reason was one night, not long after we got married, I was a little drunk and admitted that Sam and I used to share boyfriends. At first when I told him he didn’t seem that fussed, but when I told him that our sharing was often together, I saw his erection trying to burst through his jeans. He simply stared at me before he croaked out, “And did you and Sam... you know.”
I remember thinking about it before I answered, as at the time, I was unsure what his reaction would be. Eventually deciding that there should be no secrets between us I said, “Yes a lot of the time and sometimes when there was just the two of us.”
I thought Andy’s eyes were going to burst out of his head and I could see him replaying the scenes of me and Sam in his mind. He asked me a multitude of questions about who did what to whom and with what. When I told him about how one night a stud had fucked Sam and then he fucked me as I licked Sam clean, I honestly thought he was going to cum in his shorts. That night we made love with a passion and vigour that took my breath away.
I could never work out whether Andy liked the idea of me with my sister, me with another woman, or just me with someone else. A few days later we sat and discussed it, and he came out with, “I think it’s really hot about you and your sister but the thought of you with any other person while I am watching is even hotter.”
It was then he dropped his bombshell. “Shelly, I have to tell you that I am bi, have been all my life,” he said quietly. “When I was at university I shared a dorm room with a gay student, and we had sex...a lot.”
It was my turn to question him about who did what and it transpired that he liked to suck cock and mainly be a bottom but that changed when he met me. I felt quite proud that he wanted me over men and was prepared to change totally for me. Saying that, he admitted he still missed cock from time to time which is why we started swinging.
We were always careful to ensure that any partners we chose were clearly bisexual and on the odd occasion we invited a single man to our bed it had to be on the proviso that he swung both ways. Generally speaking with single males they were mainly tops and I found it hot seeing Andy getting fucked by a stud, especially if the stud had fucked me first so I knew exactly what Andy was getting. The downside was that many of the single males seemed to think we were into cuckolding which wasn’t the case, we were just a loving couple who liked to share a cock now and then.
With couples, the other man tended to be more versatile which led Andy to develop his top side. It was weird the first time I watched him fuck another man but he pointed out that it was no different to him watching another man fuck me or him fucking another woman. The strange thing was that although I knew how hot it was to see my man being fucked, I wondered how the other woman felt when Andy was doing the fucking. The first woman I asked panted her reply in my ear as she pulled my fingers into her soaking pussy, her eyes never leaving Andy’s cock while it was disappearing into her husband’s ass.
“Now he can really feel what I feel and I know exactly what he is feeling.”
The woman was so turned on that she ended up that afternoon with my fist buried in her pussy, Andy in her ass while she sucked off her husband.
*****
Everything was arranged with Sam & Paul as they were both as eager to try glamping as I was, even Andy was warming to the idea. I had to speak to him sternly a couple of times about not making inappropriate sexual comments when he was with them.
“Listen Andy, just because we swing it doesn’t mean everybody does. Sam has never mentioned it so just be cool and don’t upset anybody.”
Andy pouted but I knew he would behave. Then the day before we were due to leave for the weekend, the owner phoned totally distraught. One of the yurts had caught fire the day before and was totally uninhabitable. We then had an uncomfortable discussion as she asked which one of the bookings we wanted to be refunded.
“Well both obviously,” I said wondering how the hell I was going to break it to my sister. When it became clear that as the two bookings were separate the owner’s insurance wouldn’t cover the loss they couldn’t refund. After some discussion, it was agreed they would get a spare bed from their own home and set that up in the undamaged yurt. As a gesture of goodwill, the owners offered a 25% discount, free heating of the hot tub and an extra two bottles of champagne.
While we had been talking Andy had rang up my sister on his phone and relayed the information to her. I breathed a sigh of relief when Andy gave me the thumbs up and I accepted the owner’s offer.
*****
When we got to the yurt and unloaded our stuff a couple of the practical problems became apparent. The beds were almost identical so there was no argument about who had what, the problem was that they were only separated by an ornately embroidered rug. The rug gave visual privacy but virtually no audible protection.