The van’s tires hummed on the empty highway, moonlight slicing through the windshield in silver shards. Four friends, two married couples, had planned this road trip as a reckless escape: no kids, no schedules, just a rented RV and a week of mountain roads. What they hadn’t planned was the game that started over cheap whiskey at mile marker 312.
Raj and Priya. Arjun and Sonia.
Raj and Sonia were married; Arjun and Priya were married.
But tonight, the rules were gone.
It began innocently enough: a dare, a laugh, a whispered “What if…?”
By the time the RV pulled into a secluded overlook, the air inside crackled with something darker than friendship.
Raj killed the engine. The silence was sudden, heavy.
Priya’s bare foot brushed Arjun’s calf under the fold-out table. Sonia’s fingers traced lazy circles on Raj’s wrist. No one spoke. No one needed to.
They spilled out into the cool night air, the four of them gravitating toward the blanket spread on the soft pine needles. The forest smelled of resin and earth; the sky was a spill of stars. Someone produced a bottle of red wine. Someone else dimmed the RV’s interior lights until only the glow from the open door painted them in amber.
Arjun moved first. He caught Priya’s hand, pulling her gently away from the group, toward the shadow of a towering pine. She didn’t resist. Her sundress fluttered in the breeze, the hem teasing mid-thigh. He pressed her back against the rough bark, the scent of sap sharp between them.
His mouth found hers—slow, deliberate, tasting the wine on her tongue. Priya’s fingers curled into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. He kissed down her throat, teeth grazing the pulse hammering beneath her skin. When he reached the neckline of her dress, he paused, eyes flicking up to meet hers.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured.
She answered by arching into him, guiding his hand beneath the fabric. No bra. Her breast filled his palm, nipple already tight and aching. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger, slow, then harder, until her breath hitched. His other hand slid down her stomach, bunching the dress higher, higher, until cool air kissed her bare thighs.
Across the clearing, Raj had Sonia on the blanket. She was on her back, skirt rucked up to her waist, moonlight silvering the soft curve of her hip. Raj knelt between her legs, palms gliding up the inside of her thighs with reverent patience. He hadn’t touched her yet, not really—just the slow drag of fingertips, the heat of his breath ghosting over her skin.
Sonia’s chest rose and fell in shallow waves. When Raj finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, she lifted her hips to help him peel them down. The fabric caught on her ankles before he tossed it aside. She was bare, glistening, the scent of her arousal sharp and sweet in the night air.
Raj didn’t dive in. He savored.
He kissed the hollow behind her knee, the tender spot where thigh met hip. His tongue traced the crease of her groin, teasing, never quite where she needed. Sonia’s fingers dug into the blanket, knuckles white. When he finally parted her folds with his thumbs, exposing her fully, she whimpered.
Back against the tree, Arjun had Priya’s dress pooled at her waist. Her panties were gone—ripped, actually, the sound of tearing lace still echoing in her ears. He dropped to his knees, the pine needles sharp against his skin, and shouldered her thighs apart.
Priya’s scent hit him first—musky, heady, utterly Priya. He inhaled deeply, then dragged his tongue up her slit in one slow, flat lick. She jolted, a choked sound escaping her. He did it again, slower, savoring the taste of her—salt and sweetness, the faint tang of the day’s heat. His tongue circled her clit, light at first, then firmer, flicking, sucking, until her thighs trembled around his ears.
He slid two fingers inside her, curling them, stroking the spot that made her sob his name. Her juices coated his hand, dripping down his wrist. He licked it clean, then returned to her clit, relentless, until she was grinding against his face, chasing the edge.
On the blanket, Raj had Sonia spread wide, thighs hooked over his shoulders. He’d been licking her for what felt like hours—long, languid strokes from entrance to clit, then short, rapid flicks that made her hips buck. He’d pause to blow cool air over her swollen flesh, watching her clench around nothing, before plunging his tongue inside her, fucking her with it until she begged.
When he finally sucked her clit into his mouth, humming low in his throat, Sonia shattered. Her back arched off the blanket, a silent scream tearing from her lips as she came hard, gushing against his tongue. Raj drank her down, licking her through the aftershocks until she was limp and trembling.
Arjun stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Priya’s eyes were glazed, lips parted. He spun her around, pressing her chest to the tree, her cheek against the bark. The head of his cock nudged her entrance—hot, slick, impossibly hard. He entered her in one slow thrust, groaning at the tight, wet heat that clamped around him.
Priya pushed back, taking him deeper, the angle perfect. He set a punishing rhythm, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip. Each thrust sent her breasts bouncing, nipples scraping the rough bark. The forest swallowed her moans.
Raj had Sonia on her hands and knees now, the blanket soft beneath her palms. He knelt behind her, sliding into her in one smooth glide. She was still pulsing from her orgasm, walls fluttering around him. He fucked her slow and deep, savoring every inch, every clench. His thumb circled her rear entrance, slick with her arousal, pressing just enough to make her gasp.
The couples moved in tandem, the night air thick with the sounds of sex—wet slaps, ragged breaths, the occasional cry swallowed by the trees. When Priya came again, it was with Arjun’s hand over her mouth, her pussy spasming around him, pulling him over the edge. He spilled inside her with a guttural groan, hips jerking as he filled her.
Sonia followed seconds later, Raj’s thrusts turning erratic as he emptied himself deep inside her, her name a prayer on his lips.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweat, the forest quiet again except for their breathing. The wine bottle lay forgotten. The RV’s open door spilled warm light across the scene.
Priya laughed first—soft, incredulous.
Sonia joined in, then the men.
No one spoke of going back to the way things were.
The road trip had miles to go, and the night was still young.