Three in a Tent

The cramped tent smelled of pine needles, damp canvas, and the sweetish wine we were finishing off from plastic cups. I was wedged between my wife Lena and my best friend Max. Lena had "accidentally" brushed her knee against my thigh three times already, and her gaze kept drifting over to Max like she was trying him on for size.

"Sergei, come on, admit it—you've noticed the way he looks at me too," she whispered in my ear, her hot breath scorching my skin. Her fingers trailed lightly up my arm, testing whether I'd flinch.

Max smirked, pretending not to hear, but his eyes were gleaming.

"Lena, in that thin sweater tonight, you look like you deliberately set out to drive both of us crazy," he said in a low voice, reaching over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek a beat too long.

Something twisted inside me—a strange cocktail of jealousy and arousal. Lena caught it and, instead of pulling away, pressed closer, her tits squashing against my shoulder.

"What if I told you I like it when you both look at me like that?" she asked playfully, biting her lower lip. Her hand landed on my thigh and started creeping upward.

"Lena, are you serious?" I breathed out, my voice cracking like a teenager's.

"Absolutely," she said, turning to Max. "And you, my friend—you ready to play? Or are you gonna keep pretending you're just 'keeping us company'?"

Max laughed, but it came out rough.

"I've always been about helping my friends… especially in matters like this."

He leaned in and kissed her neck. Lena let out a soft moan, tipping her head back. I watched his lips slide over her skin and felt my cock already straining against my shorts. Lena grabbed my hand and pressed it to her chest. Under the thin fabric of her sweater, her nipples were already rock hard.

"Touch me, Sergei… while he kisses me," she whispered.

I squeezed her breast, feeling her arch into my palm. Meanwhile, Max pulled her sweater over her head. Her bra followed. Her gorgeous, heavy tits swayed in front of our faces. Lena laughed in surprise when we both lunged for them at the same time.

"Hey, boys, no fighting… there's plenty to go around," she breathed, threading her fingers through our hair.

I sucked one nipple while Max took the other. Lena writhed between us, moaning softly. Her hand was already working at my shorts, fingers wrapping around my hard cock and starting to stroke.

"God, you're so hot… already wet at the tip," she purred.

Max had her lightweight hiking pants off by then, yanking them down along with her panties. Lena was completely naked in the glow of the little lantern. Her smooth, slick pussy gleamed. Max ran his fingers over her clit, and she shuddered head to toe.

"Jesus, Lena, you're soaking," he said, half in awe.

"Because you two get me so worked up…" she replied, stroking me faster. "I want to feel you inside me. Both of you."

I lay back. Lena straddled me immediately, sinking slowly down onto my rock-hard cock. Her wet, hot walls gripped me tight. She groaned, head thrown back.

"Oh, God, so deep…" she gasped.

Max knelt beside us. Lena turned her head and took his cock in her mouth, starting to suck him slowly. I watched her lips glide up and down his thick shaft, and the sight drove me insane. I started thrusting up into her, fucking her wet pussy faster and faster. The tent filled with wet sounds, moans, and ragged breathing.

"Come on, baby, suck him harder," I rasped.

She moaned around Max's cock, her hips picking up speed. I grabbed her ass and drove even deeper. Lena was trembling, her pussy pulsing around me.

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna come…" she whimpered, pulling her mouth off Max.

Her body arched, her cunt clenched hard, and she screamed through her orgasm. I felt her juices running down over my balls. Max couldn't hold back—he grabbed her hair and pushed back into her mouth, fucking it in short, sharp strokes.

I flipped her onto all fours. She was on her hands and knees, still quivering from her first orgasm. I slammed into her pussy from behind. Max positioned himself in front of her, and she took him in her mouth again. We fucked her from both ends, moving in sync. Lena moaned around his cock.

"Fuck me… harder… both of you…" she gasped between sucks.

I slapped her firm ass. She squealed with pleasure. The pace picked up. The tent was rocking. I knew I was right at the edge.

"Lena… I'm gonna come…" I warned.

"Come inside me… fill me up," she breathed, then went back to working Max's cock with her mouth.

I drove into her a few more deep times and unloaded thick, hot cum inside her. Lena screamed, coming again right along with me. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, milking me dry. Max groaned and shot his load into her mouth. Lena swallowed every drop, not pulling off until he was completely spent.

We collapsed into a tangle of bodies, panting hard. Lena lay between us, slick with sweat, a blissed-out smile on her face. I pulled the sleeping bag over her. Max clicked off the lantern. In the dark, all we could hear was our breathing and the soft rustle of wind outside.

Lena turned to me, kissed my shoulder, and whispered:

"So… come on, boys, admit it… which one of you came up with this little 'camping trip' first?"

Max chuckled quietly.

"We're best friends. We've gotta share sometimes, right?"

I ran my hand along her thigh and murmured back:

"Long as you're happy. We'll figure the rest out."

She pressed closer, resting her head on my chest and throwing a leg over Max.

"I'm very happy… and very dirty. We're gonna need another swim in the river tomorrow. But for now… just hold me. Both of you."

The tent went quiet. Just breathing and the faint creak of the air mattress. And the smile on her lips that I could feel even in the pitch dark.