One summer years ago, we visited my parents. My family had long been into hiking and primitive camping, but my young bride had not yet tried it. So that summer, we decided to take a long weekend and do an overnight backpacking trip.

It was hot but not unbearable when we started out, and we enjoyed being out in nature. As we hiked, we noted the views, but in my opinion, the best view was of my wife’s long, athletic legs visible below her shorts. We were young and on fire, and we discreetly flirted all day: a glance, a touch, a quick kiss, even a subtle grab or two of a firm buttock. This little fire grew throughout the day, and we decided to do something about it later after we set up our tent for the night.

We finished hiking for the day and set up our campsite. We had a good time cooking dinner and chatting around the fire with my parents. Eventually, we said our goodnights and went to our separate tents, spaced a decent way apart. My wife went into the tent first while I straightened up our gear and grabbed a packet of wipes. When I entered our tent, she was already in her sleeping bag.

“Come on,” she said, “get those clothes off.” I happily obliged, trying not to shake our small tent too much in the process. When I had succeeded, she opened her sleeping bag, and I crawled in next to her gloriously nude body. She is a petite woman, and in those days, was not much more than a dozen pounds over 100, so it was not too hard for us to fit into the same sleeping bag.

I straddled her, and we kissed. The feel of her was intoxicating: the warmth of her skin, the softness of her lips, the gentle yielding of her breasts beneath my chest, the hunger of her loins as she pressed her hips up against my engorged member. Our kissing became more intense as our hands explored each other’s bodies. She moaned softly into my mouth when my fingers found her wetness, and she grabbed my penis. Then, pulling back from our kiss, she pulled my head down and whispered in my ear.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed. With her hand guiding my penis, I gently slid into her, slowly pushing deeper to pick up her wetness along my shaft. She gasped, trying to be quiet as I filled her up. Once I was all the way in, we paused, her breathing heavy from the penetration.

We kissed again, and I began to thrust gently. She moaned into my mouth and began to move her hips in sync with mine. It was not long before she picked up the pace and then went rigid as her first orgasm hit. She pulled my head closer into the kiss as she came, trying to use my mouth to muffle her noises.

Typically, my wife is very loud during sex; she screams, moans, whimpers, shouts, and cries with pleasure. But with my parents so close, she tried very hard to hold it back. I love her noises—they turn me on—but there is something equally alluring about watching her trying to hold it in. She will bite her lip or clamp her mouth shut, her face contorted with the effort. Sometimes she will bury her face into my chest or kiss me to smother her moans in my mouth.

After she recovered from her first orgasm, we shifted slightly, placing her legs together on the inside with mine on the outside. This tightened her up around my penis, and we both found the different sensations to be intoxicating. I thrust into her slowly at first, then faster, trying to keep quiet. My wife fought to contain herself and mostly succeeded, with only a few moans and whimpers escaping. But the tension from holding it back was evident in the way she clawed at my back and squirmed beneath me.

The slow intensity of our lovemaking grew to an impending climax, and I felt my come rising in me. I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine as I filled her with my seed. The sensation of my climax triggered one of her own, and we moaned into each other’s mouths. Then we cleaned up, kissed, and fell asleep naked in each other’s arms.

The next morning, we woke, dressed, and met my parents. I was getting wood for the fire when my mother asked my wife how she slept as they prepared breakfast together. She told her that we slept well. My father, who was starting the fire, made a comment about our tents being a little too close together, and my wife blushed. My parents said nothing else about it, but it seems as though our efforts to be quiet were not so successful.

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6 replies
  1. Tulsa says:

    Fun stuff! We are camping fans as well!
    Had plenty of sex hiding in our tent, when we were camping with others, and when the kids were with us.
    Being just the two of you, is something you can look forward to!

  2. ParkerJen says:

    So good that your parents didn’t embarrass you too much!! Sex positive families help a lot, it would be a shame to sacrifice experiencing it in the great outdoors 😉 maybe they had some fun too, and just have better experience keeping their moans subdued hehehe! (Not that they should have to).

    We have to leave some things back in civilization, but taking sex with you on a camping trip makes it feel more primitive and animalistic, and my husband and I love that!

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