A Stroll in the Woods

Jule’s Journey

Our dream had finally come true; we now had our very own log cabin out in the woods. We had worked all our adult lives for this, and now that our children had left home, we could enjoy some private time together.

               We are only in our early 50s, so we still have time to have fun and adventures. Doug and I had been married for 20 years, and recently we had started talking about spicing things up in the bedroom. Our eventual retirement home out here in the wilds of rural England is perfect to have some uninterrupted fun. Plus, Doug had suggested “swinging” recently, a concept I thought crazy at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I started to get turned on by it. The thought of having another man again just made me tingle inside. We hadn’t tried anything with others yet, but the concept was out there now………

               It was a lovely sunny July morning as we sat in chairs outside the door to the cabin, warm cup of tea in hand, gazing at the rays of morning sunshine casting beams through the canopy above. It was very warm, even for 9am.

               “Shall we go exploring in a moment?” Asked Doug.

               “Sure, where shall we go?” I asked.

               “How about separate ways? You go that way, me this way.” He pointed in opposite directions.

               I thought it quite strange that he didn’t want to go with me, so I asked, “Why not go together?”

               His reply was, “We can cover more ground and, explore more places separately, then if we find somewhere nice, we can go back together.”

               I could sort of see his point of view, plus it would be nice to have a stroll alone and take in nature. We both stay very fit for our age and love working out, and I would treat this as a workout.

               One thing we do like to do as a couple though is play the odd practical joke on each other. They are always simple ones, but it keeps the fun alive. So, when Doug went to the toilet in the cabin, I put a Viagra in his tea and stirred it in. He came back out and downed it in one gulp. I giggled to myself slightly as he did. I thought, “I hope he enjoys his walk alone with that trouser tent he’s going to have.”

               We kissed and set off on our separate routes into the forest. The beauty of the place was overwhelming. The woodland was painted in the full spectrum of nature’s colours, and the sounds of nature; birds, squirrels, and other scurrying rodents, filled the morning air with an orchestra of magnificence.

               There were no real tracks to follow, so I plodded on taking the routes that were easiest, trying to avoid thick, overgrown parts. After ten minutes I heard voices, much like moaning. Was someone hurt and in trouble?

               I ran towards the sound and burst through a thick bush to find 2 cars on a remote dirt track. A woman in her mid-30s on her knees, in front of 2 men, who were about the same age, giving them what appeared to be – oral sex!

               They all looked around at me shocked. I almost died of embarrassment on the spot.

               “Oh my god! I am so very sorry, I’ll be on my way…” I said as I turned to go.

               Then the young lady said, “No please don’t. Why don’t you join us?”

               I Froze!

               What?

               Join them?!!!

               I turned slowly around and took the image in again. 2 men with their hard penises out of their jeans, both near the mouth of this young attractive woman. My heart pounded, and I started to shiver.

               “It’s ok, my name is Alice. Steve here is my boyfriend, and this is his best friend, Mike. We come here dogging. We never usually see anybody. Please feel free to join in.”

               I slowly walked over. Alice got up off her knees and said, “You can just watch if you want to.”

               All the windows were down in one of the cars, and Alice bent over through a rear passenger one. Steve lifted her short skirt up, pulled her pants down, and gently entered her pussy from behind. Alice let out a cry of joy as he did so. He started to rhythmically push into her; she asked me to go around to the other window that she was facing. Then she asked me through gasps to bend in and look at her. I felt strange, but I did. I leaned in through the window and was face to face with her as she was getting a good seeing to by her boyfriend, Steve.

               This was a massive turn on, seeing her long blond hair swaying to the rhythm of his thrusting. She looked at me in the eyes, mouth open and asked, “Why not have some fun with Mike?”

               Then I felt Mike behind me. He pushed up against my bent over arse and put his hands on my hips. I felt his solid cock against my womanhood on the outside of my walking leggings. It would not stay outside for long, as I was starting to lose control. I reached back and pulled them down and exposed myself to him. He didn’t need to be asked, he started masturbating frantically against my now wet pussy. Then I felt the tip of him enter me, then his full length, it was delightful. He wasn’t too big, or too small – just right. Then he started to slide in and out gaining speed, it felt amazing.

               I couldn’t believe I was doing this though. Yes, Doug and I had talked about swinging, but that was together, yet here I was taking another man without him. I felt so naughty but couldn’t stop….

               Alice was now in a frenzy, her face next to mine, her panting and groaning increasing, and I could see she was about to orgasm. I found myself getting out of breath too, and the sounds of Alice, Steve, and Mike pushed me to the edge too.

               Alice gasped, “I’m going to cum. Kiss me.”

               And she pushed her lips against mine. I had never kissed another woman before, and it felt strange, but when I felt her cum while I was kissing her, I came too. Steve released deep in Alice, as Mike pulled out at the last minute and I felt his warm cum shoot across my exposed bum. Then we all sighed and slumped over, spent from the heights of pleasure.

               Mike was a gentleman and helped clean up the mess he had made, before I thanked them all for a wonderful experience, and went back on my way.

               I continued my walk with a warm glow inside me. I felt bad for doing this without Doug being there, but I love him so much I would tell him about it and fill him in on all the details when I got back to the cabin, that is what trust is about. I will give him permission to do the same and be with someone else without me if he so wishes to.

               As I walked on the sun moved higher into the sky and the heat began to increase. After a further ten minutes, I began to hear strange chanting like sounds drifting through the trees; a rhythm dancing on the light breeze.

               I moved towards it, and it grew louder. I peeked from behind a tree and saw a clearing; several small tents were pitched near its edge, and naked people were dancing around in the middle. There were 4 men and 4 women, all with long hair, performing what appeared to be some kind of ritual dance. They were chanting a repeated phrase, “The time of Stella’s luna phase is over, she is the chosen one.”

               One of the women let out a shriek of joy and raised her arms in the air. The 3 other women bowed at her feet, then retreated as the men moved towards her. She laid down on her back as the 4 men danced in circles around her, and the other 3 women that had backed off danced in a larger circle around them. Then one of the women saw me, but she was not shocked, she just smiled, then started walking over to me.

               Her voice was soft and smooth, “I am Moonbeam. You have stumbled upon our sacred ritual of planting. For we have chosen to return to nature and dwell in the forest, each one of us womb bearers have a different luna cycle, and when we are free of it, the seed bearers reclaim us. Today, Stella is free of the red river and will be taken by all, next week it shall be I. You may watch but not enter our realm.” Then, she moved back away and continued her dance.

               The men’s loins had grown hard, and they drew closer to Stella. She opened her legs and one of the men descended onto her. She let out a gasp of joy as he entered her and started to firmly push in and out. The others continued chanting, until the moment came when he released into her. She wrapped her legs around his back as everyone loudly chanted, “Seed, seed, seed….”

               Then he was replaced by another “seed bearer”. All 4 took it in turns in the ritual of the planting while the women continued dancing. When it was over and the last bearer had finished. Stella stood up, and shouted with a smile, “I have been reclaimed, my soul is free again.”

                They all continued dancing as I set off again, wetter than ever between my legs for witnessing such a wonderful collaboration of free souls enjoying nature and their own company.

               For one moment I could swear I heard my husband Doug’s voice shout out “Oh my god, yes!” But then there was silence, so I must have been mistaken….

               On I went and was just at the point where I was going to start heading back, when I heard a repeated thudding sound through some bushes. I pushed through and saw another log cabin, older than ours, and very much lived in, with wood pilled in a shed by the side of it, and a few items of wooden furniture on a small decking at its front.

               I strolled towards the sound of the thudding, which was coming from the rear of the cabin. There was a man there, about 50 years old, full brown beard, broad chested, lumberjack shirt on with its arms rolled up, an axe in his hands, and he was chopping wood.

               “Hello.” I said inquiring.

               He turned around startled.

               “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just passing through, my husband and I have just moved into a cabin nearby, my name is Jules.”

               He stared at me with piercing eyes for several moments, then relaxed. “Sorry,” he said with a loud firm voice, “It is very rare I see other people out here.”

               “Sorry if I have interrupted you, I shall be on my way.” I said, and I began to walk away.

               He put down his axe and moved towards me. “No, it is I who should be apologising, I am not used to company. My name is Jake.”

               Now he was close to me I took in his sheer size; he was a man of hard work. His strong muscled arms, solid chest, and broad back, made him look like a modern-day gladiator.

               “How long have you and your wife lived out here?” I asked.

               Jake, bowed his head slightly, “It is just me, my wife, well, she left me 7 years ago when I decided to turn my back on the modern world and live a more peaceful life.”

               I instinctively reached out and touched his hand, “I’m sorry to hear that Jake, but you made the right decision to turn your back on the world outside and live in such beauty. You will find another lady someday.”

               He laughed slightly and said, “Not out here I won’t.”

               I felt for him and his loneliness and wanted to help. I had been naughty today already, so why stop now?

               I reached out and stroked his strong forearm, then moved my hand down to his inner thigh. “What are you doing?” he asked, “You have a husband?”

               “I do.” I replied, “But we have an understanding. It is OK.”

               I could see him getting hard in his trousers. I said nothing, I just turned around, pulled my leggings down, and bent over the tree stump he was chopping wood on. I closed my eyes. Would he take my offer or take offence? I waited….

               Then I heard him undo his trousers and my heart started pounding in my chest again. Thankfully I was still dripping wet from all that had happened so far on my walk, because Jake was huge.

               I felt myself stretch as he pushed into me. I could only just take him, and I let out a mighty gasp as he too grunted loudly behind me. Then the motions started. He put his hands on my hips, gripped hard, and started releasing 7 years of pent-up frustration and loneliness. He was not rough, just firm, and strong with his thrusts. My pussy was absolutely filled by his massive manhood, and it truly brought out the woman in me too, because I felt my citrous throbbing.

               I reached between my legs and started rubbing it, bringing myself right to the edge, then his balls hit my hand, so I reached back further and cupped them in my hand. I started massaging them and this sent him over the edge. He let out a roar like a wild grizzly bear as he let go of his huge load into me. I felt the warmth of his cum as it pumped deep into me, filling my womb to the brim. He came so much I could feel it oozing out down his cock and into my hand still cupping his balls, then I came too. My pussy gripped his cock as I drained the last of his juices into me. My head was spinning, and I felt him shudder with the pleasure of feeling a woman again.

               He pulled out and apologised profusely for his “volume” of love he had given me. I pulled up my bottoms and told him it was alright, and nothing that a shower couldn’t fix. He sat on the tree stump I was just bent over and let out a huge sigh. “Jules. I have needed to relieve that pressure for so long, how can I repay you?”

               I replied, “It is my pleasure Jake, I did enjoy it too you know. Anyway, we are practically neighbors now, this will not be the last you see of me.”

               His eyes lit up. He then stood up firmly and became very gentlemanly. He thrust out his hand, and I shook it. “I wish to thank you, for the gift of letting me spend a moment in your beauty, you are a woman of pure delight.”

               I was taken back by his lovely words. We said our farewells, and just as I was leaving, he said, “Oh, and be careful in those woods, there are a strange gathering of hippies that wonder around now and then, I hear them chanting.” I giggled knowing the truth about how peaceful those “hippies” are, then I carried on.

I continued to make my way back towards our cabin. What a morning stroll it had been, I know we moved here for peace and tranquillity, and to boost our sex life, but little did I know it would happen to this degree.

               I arrived back at the cabin just as Doug did too. He looked like he’d fallen down a mountain, his trousers were covered in mud, his t-shirt ripped in places, and he had cuts on his hands. He also still sported a trouser tent, he-he!

“What has happened to you?” I asked.

“It’s a long story.” he replied, “What has happened to you too?” He pointed at my bottoms, all wet around the crotch with white stains all down the inside of my leggings.

I took his hand and guided him into the cabin, and simply said, “Lets each talk about our walk today………….”