My Private Locker Secret: Gangbanged by Shepherds at the Blue Lake
I’ve kept this locked in my private mental vault for years. Today, I crack it open. The thrill hits hard—sharing my dirtiest secret with you. Adrenaline surges. My cock twitches just typing it.
My wife and I love long hikes in the woods. On vacation in the Alps, we aimed for the Blue Lake. June, off-season, empty trails. Four hours uphill, we arrive. Stunning. Turquoise water, naked mountain flanks. Picnic by the shore, hidden behind a massive rock.
Unlocking the Vault: The Dare Begins
Sun blazes. We strip. I’m in my thong, she’s topless. Air thick with lust. I’m hard already. ‘Wanna swim?’ I tease. ‘Water’s freezing!’ she laughs. ‘I’m ready for anything.’ Her eyes gleam. ‘Prove it. Lap the lake naked.’ Lake’s small. Woods, not Paris streets. Doable.
I drop the thong. Semi-hard cock bobs. She smirks. I start leftward, brisk pace. She stands, strips fully nude to taunt me. Perfection. Then—four men crest a hill behind her. Rough shepherds, young, burly. She can’t see. I speed up.
They descend toward her. She’s caressing her tits, hand between thighs, lifting a breast to her mouth. ‘Come fuck me, I’m soaked!’ she calls. I wave frantically. Hundred meters left. They perch on our rock, eyeing her spread legs. ‘Take me! I want your cock!’
‘Hello, guys,’ I pant, arriving. She yelps, grabs clothes. They laugh. ‘Too early.’ I thong up. They circle back. Robust, shepherd gear. ‘Cute couple.’ ‘Haven’t seen pussy in months.’ ‘He was gonna fuck her, now can’t.’ ‘Let him.’
Leader’s glare chills. ‘She begged for cock seconds ago.’ Wife snaps, ‘Leave us!’ He hooks her clothes with his staff—gone. Naked again. They close in. I step forward. ‘Brave, but alone.’ She clings to me, hot.
They strip too. All nude. Cocks thick, ready. ‘We just wanna fuck. Five months alone up here.’ ‘We jerk, fuck each other—but pussy? New guy?’ Leader grabs her, palms her tit. ‘Fuck, good.’ Hands everywhere. She freezes.
Sealed in Ecstasy: The Afterglow
‘I’ll jerk you off, then leave!’ I blurt. She gapes. ‘Suck ’em, honey. You dream of it.’ Her nipples peak. ‘Look at those cocks. Full balls.’ She palms my bulge. ‘You’re hard. Do it, or they’ll fuck me.’ Pulls my thong. Pushes me down.
First cock looms. Huge, pre-cum dripping. ‘Suck, slut.’ Gland smears my lips. ‘Do it!’ I open. He thrusts deep. She films. ‘Make it good!’ I grip, lick veins, balls, taint. He moans. Tongue to asshole. He spreads cheeks. I devour.
Others surround, cocks throbbing. I switch, sucking, rimming. Wife: ‘Fuck his ass!’ She lubes me with picnic butter. Fingers stretch my hole. ‘Ready.’ Leader mounts. She guides. Gland pops in. Slow, deep. Ecstasy. Another in my mouth.
They rotate. Pound my ass, throat. Violent, raw. I beg more. Wife wild: ‘Cum on his face!’ On back, I clean ass-slick cocks, tongue freaks. First blasts—tongue, cheeks coated. Thick, hot. Second same. I pool cum, show her. Last two unload.
She mounts me. Soaked pussy swallows my cock. Kisses me, shares their loads. We cum hard, tasting them.
Film’s our relic. She planned it. Vault clicks shut. Lighter now. Secret shared. Yours forever.
