"Burninman Folly" 


Well, for me nudism was always a way to get close to nature. It was hard to
convince my new husband Jim that there were little to no sexual connotations
involved. He told me there was absolutely no reason to parade naked around
other folks...and basically had a negative outlook on naturism. When he
suddenly displayed an interest in the Burninman festival, I thought it
might be a unique way to introduce him to the idea of public nudity. From
what I'd heard, that gathering in the desert abounded with free-thinking
natural people, and I had always intended on going myself. I hoped the
experience would "open" him up - I never expected that he'd get totally out
of control...and start fucking around behind my back.

At first, the festival was kind of boring, just sitting at our tent and
watching revelers. I was trying to be patient. I would have like to have joined
in the celebrations, but sensed Jim's hesitation. That night, amid
hoots and the laughter of the masses, I broke out a bottle of Tequila I'd
brought along for the trip to loosen him up. He squinted at me with a
skeptical look, but downed a shot anyway. I held back, doubling his intake to
that of mine, and within an hour, I had a completely different fellow at my
side. It was a blast. He made jokes, mooned me with his bare ass, and then
started to talk nasty - first to me, then to three topless girls walking by.


"Hey - Got Milk?!!"
They laughed and retorted, I laughed...we were both having fun. One of the
girls seemed to take a special interest in my man, because later she walked
back by on her own and stared him down with a big smile. I didn't think
anything of it at the time. She had changed her outfit from being topless with
a sarong, to being topless with just a thong on. She had particularly large
boobs for such a young lady - I guessed her to be about 19. I remember
wondering if she might have had a child since her chocolate brown nipples
were so thick and long. Jim was doing a jig for me at that point in
his underwear by the light of our campfire, so why suspect that she had any
interest other than general curiosity? She was walking slower than before
when she was with her friends, and closer to our camp. Her butt cheeks and
ample tits bobbled and shone from oil as she walked past, and she glanced
back at him, smiling. I should have seen the signs - that she was "cruising"
my man.

Maybe my husband was right about nudity - at least from his perspective.
What is a natural, free thing for me seemed to be "naughty" and titillating to
him. He was sitting in his folding chair, legs sprawled, stroking an obvious
hard-on the third time that young Miss Boobs walked by, and her gaze
immediately riveted on his bulging crotch. Jim has an extra large
cockhead, and it and the stalk of his bent cock were perfectly outlined,
straining against the thin cotton fabric of his white boxers. I had hoped that
no one would take particular notice or be offended since it was nighttime,
but the campfire seemed to make the details of his hard cock even more
prominent with the shadows. His dick looked like it was trying to escape,
suddenly jerking as he made eye contact with the girl. Then he slowly milked
his dick through his underwear as he stared at her passing round ass cheeks
- her thong wedged up into her tight crack. I was pissed off by their obvious
connection, and felt heat going up my spine, but wanted so badly for my guy
to relax...I was determined not to make a big deal of it. I kept my mouth
shut.

At about 2 in the morning, I was wasted and wanted to sleep. Jim
was still going strong! Sometimes he'd have a brief convo with neighboring
campers, once he broke into song...and he continually had a death-grip on
the now half-empty Tequila bottle. He tried to steer me into our small tent
for a fuck, but I needed to retreat from the mayhem. I resolved to walk to our
car and rest, since it seemed our campsite and tent were right in the thick of
the battle. Foot traffic was increasing, not decreasing, as the night wore
on.

At our car, the noise level was more bearable, and I refreshed myself with a
cool wet wipe-down and laid across the back seat. Every so often I'd pop up
and check out Jim at our campsite to make sure he was ok...I'd
brought along some binoculars, and could just make him and our site out
past a few other tents. After an hour, I checked again, and this time the
big-boobed girl had encroached...she was standing in front of my man with
her hand on her hip, reaching for the Tequila bottle he offered. She shifted
her weight back and forth from one leg to the other, making her pendulum
tits sway, and my husband was watching her long erect nipples point in one
direction, then the other, more engrossed with them than in whatever
conversation she was making. I could tell, even from my distance, that she
was equally taken with his hard-on. It was poking almost straight out behind
his boxers, making a ridiculous mini tent. Suddenly, she grabbed his dick,
pulled it, and his entire body seemed to swoon. He staggered a couple of steps
closer, giving over to her grip on his cock. Neither one of them seemed to
care that people were passing by. I struggled to watch them in my binoculars
through the passing obstacles of people, hats, festoons...resisting the urge to
run across the sandy flats to knock his teeth in...but I was curious as to his
limits. Did he have any? Would he be faithful to me, in the face of such
temptation?

She tentatively looked back over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching,
and began using her hand to pump his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
Her right titty jumped and danced in time with her frigging. The dark nipple
on the end of that long fat tit looked like a frantically jumping eye,
trying to look everywhere at once, as she jerked his dick. They were still
standing right out in the open in our campsite. He swayed and stumbled
a couple of times - maybe from the drink - maybe from the sensation of
her hand gripping his dick, so I wasn't surprised to see him grab her hand
and head for the foldingchair out of sheer necessity.

I thought he was going to retreat from her advances at first, but he pulled
her down onto his lap on the over stressed camp chair. I leapt up at his
gesture, binoculars glued to my face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! He
must have thought I was completely out of the way. She ground her nearly
bare ass into his groin, laughing, and all I could see of him was his legs and
hands snaking around the front of her...making deep impressions into her
supple tits. Then he found her thick nipples and was slowly tugging
outwards on them in unison...she responded by arching her back and jutting
her chest forward. It almost looked like she was getting milked. Then she
began to bounce, almost imperceptibly, grinding her ass back against his
lap.

She spread her legs wide open. It appeared that her thong and puffy pussy
were right on top of his cock, which was still retrained in his boxers. Her
hot spot was driving him mad, and I could see him push upwards in an
involuntary fuck surge. His cockhead was held in check by thin white cotton,
looking like a hand puppet pushing up and down between her open legs. The
only thing that seemed to stop them from actually fucking was her thong and
his underwear. I stepped out of the car, dizzy from my heart racing...and
advanced to get a better view. I needed to be sure of what was going on.

I found a dark shadowed spot behind a quiet tent that was a stone's throw
rom our campsite, and used the binoculars again. This time, I could see
very detail of the show my husband was giving with his fat-boobed
tart...down to the cunt hairs slipping out on the sides of her stretchy
thong.
He couldn't fuck her without my knowing. And I wouldn't let it happen
anyway. But would he actually go that far? God. This was the best chance I'd
ever get to know whether or not I could trust the man. I had to hold back and
watch. Strains of rock music issued from a nearby campsite, thumping in a
beat that matched her restrained little bounce on his lap. I'm sure to
onlookers, it almost looked like she was just enjoying the music. But what
she was actually enjoying was my husband's fat cockhead getting heated and
pushing against her inviting snatch hole. He let go of her nipples which
looked painfully erect. As soon as he released them, her tits began bobbing in
time to her lap grind, and he slid his hands down her little waist, and one
of his hands went further - back behind her ass. I couldn't tell what the
adjustments were that were going on at first, but then it became clear - he'd
let his dick out of the fly on his boxers...I could see the maddened purple
head of his dick emerge alongside the crotch of her thong. She was now fully
focused on that hot, newly freed meat of his rubbing against her sheathed
clit and hole. She looked down at it and hiked one leg over the aluminum
arm of the folding chair so she could control how his hard dickhead rubbed
her pussy. She was making artful, deliberate sliding movements, and he
hung onto her hips. I could see his fat cockhead catching from behind her
pumping clit, and catching on the entrance to her hole as she rubbed back
and forth, but her wet thong was still in the way. I was livid and thought,

"Well, husband - someone else's pussy is right there...are you going to toss
the slut off of your lap or not?"

Just then some party-goers walked very near our campsite, stared intently
at the two of them nearly fucking in the camp chair, but kept going.
My husband and the slut kept going, too. It must have been a pretty intense
scene for the passers-by; her long hair around her shoulders, a blank look
of concentration on her face, her double d tits shaking and her legs spread
completely open with one leg over the arm of the chair - the only thing
hiding her pussy was a thin piece of fabric. His cock was jabbing up at regular
intervals as she raised her ass up and down. I was keeping close tabs on it.
 My husband's cock.
 My cock.
It looked as though it was leaving pre-cum wetness inside her upper thigh -
the firelight made the area shine. Then, his engorged cockhead got lodged
at the entrance to her hole again, but this time, instead of having it slide
past, she stopped sliding and strained against it, making it push partly
into her, but retrained by her panties. It looked like her thong was getting
pushed inside her hole. He was responding with the same gesture,
no fuck motion, just arching his back upwards, seeking entry. The panties
slid to the side and suddenly, his dick disappeared. At the same time,
a jolt went through her, and she wailed like a tortured cat. She now knew
what it was like to have that fist-sized cockhead popping into her tight hole.

I knew what it was like. His over-sized cockhead would catch right behind
my pubic bone inside my pussy, and get locked in when my muscles responded
involutarily down there. When he ground it around inside me, it reminded me
of a ball in a tight socket.

She seemed to freeze, ass suspended, apparently unwilling or unable to free
herself from his thing. Meanwhile, my husband's hands frantically slid all
over her torso and tits, as he remained a prisoner of the campchair - now
with a hot pussy stuck on his knob. I could see his legs and ass quaking,
wanting to give in to his natural fuck impulses. He was looking like a dog
hung up in a tight bitch, dick stuck and unable to pull out. She had been
leaning forward, raised a bit from one foot on the ground, then she suddenly
sat all the way down on his dick and leaned back against him. Her pussy
wallowed his entire length down to his furry balls. His arms came up fully
around grabbing her, pushing her boobs up almost to her chin. Her stomach
was stretched back and I suddenly got more than what I wanted - the full
view of his wet dick starting to slide in and out of her spread pink gash.

Spread legged from here to Kansas. Right out in the fucking open. That was
it. Should I confront him with his infidelity? I wondered. I was out of breath
from the realization that my husband could, and would, fuck someone else.
But somehow the compassionate side of me wanted to give him a way out, so
 called his name from two sites over to give him warning. I acted lost, as I
advanced slowly towards our camp. By the time I got there, she was gone,
and he was asking me to hit the sack with him. Once in our sleeping bags, he
tried to mount me, but I told him I was tired...and he fell asleep. There was
no way I'd let him slide his thing into me with her second-hand drying pussy
crud on it. I laid awake all night, wondering what to do.

The next morning I asked Jim,

"Did you have a good time last night?" I examined his face closely.

It was a complete blank, without any twinge of guilt.

"Gawd, Linda, I don't remember a thing. You tell me - did we have a good
time?"
I was satisfied that at least - his actions were due to being completely under
 the influence of the Tequila, I resolved to try to put the incident out of
my mind.
A group came by our camp that next morning and asked if I'd like to join a
body-painting artsite, and I looked back at Jim for approval.

"Go ahead, Hon, my head is splitting".
I was gone two hours at least. And when I came back to camp, he was nowhere
to be seen. My neighbor pointed out the tent area he'd gone to and added;

"He's with his new friend...the brunette from last night."

My heart fell into my shoes, I felt lightheaded. Once upon the girl's campsite,
I saw that no one was out, or awake...just tents - all quiet except one.
I walked over to it and heard my husband's voice.

"I don't remember a thing, honest!"(...he seemed to be protesting.)

Then I heard her voice;

"If you don't fuck me...AGAIN....I'm going to tell your wife!" and she
giggled.
There was silence. I stepped quietly towards the front of the tent.
The flap was unzipped and hanging open a few inches. The big-boobed girl
was laying back naked with her legs spread, rubbing her clit with one
hand... but I couldn't see her face. I couldn't see him, either,
he was apparently at her feet. Then, gradually entering the scene,
I saw his hand and arm extend to her pussy and he stuck his finger
into her hole. She got up and turned over in a doggy-style position and moaned;

"Rub that big dickhead of yours on my pee-pee!"
"On your "pee-pee"? Gawd I haven't heard that since I was a kid!",

I heard my husband mutter in response.
She arched her hips upward into the air and she spread her bottom open
for him. I could only see her from her shoulders down to her thighs, but
that's all the view I needed. His engorged dick then entered the frame,
as he scooched along the tent floor closer on his knees behind her...
aiming his waving hard-on at her waiting puss. He did as she bade, and
rubbed the purple head up and down in her wet gash. The heat of the
desert sun was making me dizzy, and I was too confused to grab my
husband out of this tent with the girl. I collapsed, sitting in the sand,
inches from the open tent flap. I was hypnotized by the unfolding scene.
Was he being compliant because she had threatened to blackmail him?
How much of this was coercion? How much was just his cheating pleasure?
Did his having a raging hard-on signal that this was something he really
 wanted to do? I had to see more.
His butt muscles twinged as he dutifully poked and slid his cock up and down
her crack. She raised and lowered her ass to give his tool extra travel in
her wet gash. I could tell from his involuntary hip pumps that he was getting
teased terribly. His cockhead looked freakishly enlarged, and more purple
 than usual. The fat in her round butt cheeks rippled from his tool as he
slid it up and down. She remained in a doggy-style position. Then suddenly, he
made up his mind - he grabbed her tan hips, found her hole, and began to
push his dick in. It took several tries before his cockhead bridged her
opening, but then it popped in and caught. His knees must have wore out -
because he got up on his feet, in a full squat behind her. I could see them
from behind, fully engaged - her pussy skin stretched around his cock, and
her lower abdomen swelling as he filled her from behind. His balls were so
tightened up, they weren't obscuring their genital union. I was only about
two feet away...
peeking through the tent flap - and he couldn't see me - he was turned away.

"Fuck my pee-pee, yessss"! She whimpered.

"Gawd, you're a tight little whore!" he moaned.
As he started to work this extremely tight union a little bit back and forth,
 I caught sight of another movement between their legs, further up...her big
dangling tits were swaying off her chest, and her thick nipples rubbed on the
fabric of the sleeping bag under them. They were responsible for the only
sound issuing from the tent so far, a "shoof-shoof" as her nipples brushed
the nylon. His dick wasn't getting much travel, the sway was more due
to the fact that her entire body was getting pushed and pulled from his cock
wedged tightly in her cunt.
After several of these strokes, he leaned over her back, grabbed one of
her flapping boobs from the side and pulled it up. I saw him grab the
large titty with one hand, pull it up along the side of her chest to get to
her brown nipple. He laid his weight on her back. I could just make out
the side of his face and lips as he sucked the long nipple in time with the
short jabs he made with his dick stuck tight in her pussy hole. I was
amazed that having her tit pulled almost to her back didn't cause her pain -
she seemed to really like it, and that's when her pussy started to lube.

He responded to her hole freeing up with juices and his dick was suddenly
going deeper with a wet "shlock,shlock, shlock" sound. He was moaning
with his mouth full of tit - the hand he was using to hold the one boob pushed
 up her fleshiness all around his face. His back arched more freely.
He was really letting his ass fly, going for a nut.

I was struck with the feeling that he was digging this fuck, really losing
himself in this chick, and it was going way beyond some response to her
 blackmail threat. My husband was liking this. I had to stop him.

I slipped in the tent on my hands and knees. They didn't seem to notice.
I was right beside their legs and staring right at the offensive mating.
She was face-down in the blanket, whining,

" fuckmypeepee fuckmypeepee fuck..."
Something weird happened to me in that moment. I knew Jim hated anal sex,
so I thought I'd wake him up with a few fingers in his asshole.
That would stop him.
I plunged three dry fingers in his bobbing butthole, he released suction
on her long nipple and he looked back at me with a stunned expression.

He hollered, "Gawd, YES!", and really buried his dick in her cunt deep.
She squealed.
I pushed and twisted my fingers inside him, and to my dismay, it
actually lubed inside from his excitement, and his asshole was throbbing
with a positive response! I was sure it would distract and stop him, but
instead, he got hot and was fucking her harder! He seemed to open his
ass cheeks and bobbed on the end of my skewering fingers, welcoming them, as
he squatted down further to get his dick more fully into her pussy - which was
 now reddened by the abuse of his oversized cock. He stared ahead in lost
ecstasy, looking like a fucking dog that needed to be hosed apart from his
bitch.

"I'm gonna' cum!" He blurted, amid her non-sensical squalling.
"NO!" I insisted, pulled my fingers out of his hot pulsing asshole, and
pulled him backwards by his hips.

"Ga-a-wd, Lin-n-da, I got-ta cum...it's good...it's good!!!!" Jim held fast,
pumping into her and gripping her hips. I couldn't believe his strength against
my yanking him back....
"Don't stop me don't stop me..."He slammed all the harder against her ass,
his dick thoroughly entrenching in and out of her gap. She yelped with each
thrust...

Finally, I managed to get him off balance and his body fell backwards with a
new grip I had on his shoulders. He landed on his ass, from the squat he'd
been in.
The freaky thing was, his round-assed slut didn't come completely off of his
shank - instead, his swollen ball-like cockhead was caught inside her twinging
hole so tightly that her entire posterior got pulled backwards as I pulled
*him* backwards.
He and I both stared down at his exposed stalk...it was thick, veiny, wet
and twinging.
But his dickhead was still stuck inside her! Jim was just about to lose his
nut in the slut.

I felt desperate as I tried to pull them apart, Jim was heaving, breathless
and sweaty...and then I gave a firm final, determined pull with my hands under
his armpits.

At the same time, his huge dickhead, which had been firmly plugged between
her puffy cunt lips, popped free spewing cum. His dickhead had always been
purple when he was hard, but this time, a flush of veins protruded, covering
his cock's helmet. I'd never seen it so turgid. I was completely pissed.
His first shot of cum coated her dark winking asshole, the second hit the
tent just beyond her head like a shotgun pattern.

She slumped face-first to the ground, spent, each of her big tits spread out
on either side, her ass and red sore pussy hole slightly up in the air.

I made for our camp - livid, and didn't look back.

I don't know whether to beleive my husband or not. He claims that since
I was pushing him into nudism, pushing him with alcohol to get him to party
 - he figured I was also pushing him into sexual freedom...since he knew that
I was watching him outside the girl's tent  from the start of it, and thought
that I was getting off.

He fucked her for me...he claims.
Sounds good, but I'll never be entirely sure.