The sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the forest floor as I lean against the rough bark of an ancient oak. My husband’s hands grip my hips, steadying me as I arch my back, offering myself to the man behind me. His cock, thick and hard, presses against my entrance, teasing me with its promise. I can feel the cool breeze on my exposed skin, contrasting with the heat building between my legs. The man’s fingers trace the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my body as he leans in, his breath hot on my neck. I push back against him, urging him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. My husband’s grip tightens, his own arousal evident as he watches another man claim his wife in the heart of the forest.
Forest Fuck: Sharing and Submission
The man’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can hear the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds, nature’s symphony accompanying our primal dance. My husband’s hands move to my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my top. I gasp, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. The man behind me increases his pace, his cock filling me completely, stretching me in a way that leaves me breathless. I reach back, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands grip my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucks me harder, deeper. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension coiling in my belly, ready to explode. My husband’s voice is a low growl in my ear, his words of encouragement pushing me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. The man’s cock pulses inside me, his own release triggering another round of spasms. We stay like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, the forest around us a silent witness to our shared pleasure.






