"Get outside and spread your legs for me," he ordered her harshly, quickly releasing her bonds. Out on the deck he had her bend over the railing, the sunlight sparkling in her pussy juices just as it illuminated the dew on the weeds. Without any hesitation he thrust his throbbing meat deep into her cunt, her pussy lips slippery as silk. Pumping her hard but at a measured pace, he closed his eyes to enjoy every sensation. The hot, wet smoothness of her inner cavity. The friction of her pliant skin rubbing against his stiff cock. The bounce of her ass against his thighs. The smooth curves of her hips in his hands. The pungent smell of their sex mingled with the fresh odors of the forest. And the indistinct sounds coming from her still muzzled mouth.

He opened his eyes quickly, looking past her subtly muscled back to the forest beyond. He felt eyes upon him, yet could distinguish nothing among the heavy brown and green shadows dappling the forest floor. Kelli had evidently noticed something, though, as she now vehemently nodded her head off to the right while urgently moaning into her gag.

There! Jack saw him, a man with a backpack and walking stick no more than thirty yards from their cabin, leaning against a giant oak. The thought that this man was watching him fuck sent a surge of adrenaline through him. So the man wanted to see some nature? He'd show it to him. Pulling his juice-covered cock from Kelli's pussy, Jack pressed her hard against the railing, so that the top rung pushed against her stomach and her tits dangled over the edge. Grabbing a nearby chair, he pecariously stood atop it and aimed his cock at Kelli's now fully exposed ass hole. Falling more than leaning, he thrust the whole of it into her, eliciting a painful cry from her that could be understood despite the gag stuffed in her mouth. As her hands desperately sought purchase on the rail posts, he leaned full down on her and reamed her ass brutally, assuring that the man watching would get a spectacular view of his cock penetrating her ass. Stimulated by the tightness of her ass and the thought of someone watching them, it was only a couple of minutes before Jack felt the tightness of an impending cum shot. Determined to give the man a good show, he pulled out and turned his wife over until she was bent backwards over the deck rail, balanced so precariously that her hair nearly touched the ground. Standing on the chair and leaning over her, he pumped himself vigorously while glancing between the man and his naked, sweating, swaying wife. Time seemed to slow as the first spurt of cum erupted from his cock, arching through the air to land with a splash on his wife's bare tits and torso. The second spurt sailed even further, much of it wasted fertilizing the ground, though some did stream onto her face and chin. The rest he pumped onto her smooth stomach and pussy, doing his best leave cum gleaming on every inch of her skin. With a smile he nodded at the man, who nodded back before striding off, casting only a single backward glance at the spunk-spattered woman gasping on the deck.

The excitement of the morning's events had left both of them sapped of energy, so on Jack's orders they spent much of the day lazing about the cabin. He allowed Kelli to wear a pair of lace panties and a cropped tank top, though he would occassionally reach under the fabric to tweak her nipple or pinch her ass. He wasn't about to let her forget who was in control.

As they relaxed on the deck chairs, he questioned her about how it felt to be observed in such a nasty situation.

"Well, at first I was embarrassed," she replied, self-consciously shifting in her revealing clothing. "I knew he could see every part of me, even mymymy pussy. Then, after you slammed into me, all that I could think about was how that felt, how it hurt, how you filled me up. And when you leaned me over backwards, I was just worried that I might fall right over and slide down the hill. I was bouncing around so much I couldn't even see that man. When it was over, I felt, I don't know, kind of excited that someone had seen us do that." She looked over shyly at him. "I'd do it again if you wanted me to."

Jack did indeed want to do that again. In fact, he'd been turning it over in his mind all afternoon. Sure, he could take her again in some public place. But he wanted to push her, and himself, just a little bit further. The idea he was crafting was bold and brash, plus quite a bit risky, and he wasn't altogether positive that going through with it wouldn't drive an irreparable wedge between them. Still, at the beginning of this odyssey he'd promised that he'd be exploring all of his fantasies, and this certainly counted as one of them. He looked over at his wife, scantily-clad and compliant. The appearance of the stranger had given him a jolt of badly-needed creativity. He wasn't going to let a few doubts get in the way of expressing that creativity.

His mind set on the next day's activities, he turned back to the present. "I wouldn't mind getting away from this place. You up for a ride?" Of course she was. She'd do anything he asked. While she changed into a short summer dress and a pair of sandals, he grabbed a few goodies from his toy chest. He'd give her a ride in the country that she wouldn't soon forget.