The Campfire [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive] (Patreon)

When I was a little girl, my favorite art of the year was when the circus came to town. It was always in the same place–the county fairgrounds. All summer, I’d kept an eye on the empty vacant lot as we drove past it. Every time I saw it–nothing. And then one day, in late August, the grounds would become a metropolis of tents, foodstands and rides. There’d be animals and clowns and games where you have to pop balloons. And it all seemed to just appear overnight, every year. It was like magic.

I guess that’s why I always romanticized the idea of camping. One day there was nothing but leaves and rocks on the ground. Suddenly–there were tents. And fun.

But watching it unfold before my eyes, my first impression of camping was entirely lackluster. I was watching the sausage get made, so to speak. Sam and Neville slowly pitching tents made of fiberglass poles and synthetic sheets of fabric. Darcy unfolding camping chairs and setting up the camp stove. I almost wish I had driven myself so that I could show up when it was ready to go. I could’ve at least fooled myself into thinking it had all happened in a single magical minute rather than two grueling hours of watching Sam complain that Neville was hammering spikes into the ground at the wrong angle.

“If you’re bored,” Darcy said, “why don’t you go take a walk?”

“What if I get lost?”

“We’ll send a search party after you,” she answered with a shrug.

“Don’t bother,” I said. “If I don’t come back by nightfall, assume a bear has eaten me and move on with your life.”

“I’ll remember you said that.”

Nobody would mistake me for being some sort of survivalist, but I’d reject any notion that I wasn’t an ‘outside’ person. From May until September, my skin gets a healthy bronze glow to it that is 100% natural.

Even if I wanted to participate in the construction of our temporary shantytown, I doubt anyone would let me. Sam is a control freak. Neville wants to kiss Sam’s ass. Darcy is the mother, who insists on doing everything Sam doesn’t, in the name of keeping everyone happy.

Would it surprise you to learn that it’s Neville and Darcy who are a couple and not Sam and Darcy? It always surprises me when I think about it. Sam was Dad and Darcy was Mom, and Mom was somehow married to her boring accountant.

Somedays I feel like I’m the angsty teenage daughter.

They’re all ‘tighter’ with each other, I think. Nobody says it out loud, but I’m kind of the fourth wheel. And, yeah, most vehicles have four wheels. But, for the purposes of my analogy, we’re talking about a three-wheeled vehicle. Sam and Neville have been friends since birth, or so the story goes. They picked up Darcy along the way in college. I’m a more recent addition–a work-friend of Darcy’s that got pulled into their inner circle after drinking with everyone at a few consecutive parties.

“Is it camping yet?” I asked, having returned from a short walk to and from the campgrounds’ public restroom.

“That was a walk?” asked Darcy. “You were gone for five minutes.”

I looked at my smartwatch. “Ten, actually.”

“I’m all set up,” she said with a shrug. “I don’t know about those two.”

We watched as Sam pointed at one of the sticks that Neville had dragged out from the woods for use as firewood. We couldn’t make out what was being said, but judging by the hand movements, it was easy to guess that Sam wasn’t content with the caliber of wood in that stack. This theory was confirmed as we watched Sam pick up a large stick in Neville’s pile and heave it into the woods.

“God, he’s so fucking…commanding, isn’t he?” Darcy asked, nodding ahead towards the two.

I had to laugh. “‘Commanding’ was the last word I’d use to describe Neville.”

“No,” Darcy said, laughing at the obvious misunderstanding. “Not him. Sam.”

“You, uh, like him?”

Darcy shrugged. “How could you not?”

Personally, Sam didn’t do much for me. I liked an alpha as much as the next woman, but I tended to gravitate towards the guys who were confident enough in their manhood that they didn’t need to draw attention to it. Sam should’ve worn a t-shirt at all times that said: Look at me.

Still, her little confession, while not that surprising, had been a little thrilling to hear. A little scandalous dopamine hit.

“So what are you going to do about that?” I asked.

She shrugged playfully. “Maybe nothing. Maybe I’ll ride his cock this weekend.”

“This…weekend? Like, while we’re camping?”

Darcy shrugged. “Just wait until tonight. You’ll see. The world looks a little different around the campfire.”

–

As dusk spilled over the campsite, and as Sam lectured Neville on the best way to build a fire, Darcy’s words came to mind: ‘The world looks a little different around the campfire.’ I didn’t think this was an especially profound thought–at best, it sounded like the sort of thing you said before you dropped acid and listened to Grateful Dead. But I had been watching the three of them throughout the afternoon and I had caught some weird vibes I had never noticed before. Some sort of sexual tension that I had previously missed. The closer we got to the evening, the more I wondered if I was about to witness some menage-a-trois ritual that they forgot to tell me about.

“First time camping, right?” Neville asked as we both wandered towards Sam’s Jeep at the same time.

“First time camping with you folks,” I said. Truthfully, I hadn’t actually been camping since my girl scout days, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Having fun?”

I grabbed my flask from the bag I had thrown in the backseat earlier. “Working on it.”

He laughed. “I’m glad you came out with us. It’s usually just us three. It’s nice to have some new blood.”

“Are you guys going to sacrifice me?” I asked.

“Honestly, if anyone’s going to be sacrificed,” he said, glancing back towards where Sam and Darcy talked, “it’s going to be me.”

A strange awkwardness hung in the air between us for a moment. Things he probably hoped I didn’t notice. Things I probably shouldn’t ask about. But, I’m not really one for biting my tongue.

“What’s up with them?” I asked.

“Oh…you think something is…up?”

It’s another opportunity to just drop it, but I simply can’t let that happen. “Between Darcy and Sam? There seems to be some sort of…” I want to say the word ‘chemistry,’ but I worry about how Neville would take that sort of observation. “...uh, connection?”

“I mean, we’ve all known each other for, what, 10 years now? Since college. They’re good friends.” But there’s something in his voice that doesn’t quite sell the words.

“Alright,” I said. “It’s none of my business.”

I unscrew the cap to the flask, taking a swig of whatever was within. I couldn’t even remember what I put in it. Whiskey it seems–something cheap. It burns, but in a good way.

“We have an agreement,” he says.

I can’t help but laugh. I was ready to leave well-enough alone, but it seemed like he had more to say on the matter than he thought he did.

“Oh?”

“She…and him.”

I took a stab at a guess, but I don’t have to reach too far: “She can fuck him?”

“Well, you know, we talked it over and we thought that it made sense that…”

“So, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you feel about that?” I asked. I sounded uncomfortably similar to a therapist, but I was willing to blame the whiskey in amping up my curiosity.

“We agreed on it,” he said. “I have to feel good about it.”

I’m not sure what I did, but I could tell that Neville detected something in my body-language that was seen as disagreement.

“Really,” he continued. “I’m good with it.”

“What do you get out of this arrangement?”

He laughed and shrugged. “Don’t worry about me. I’m just fine.”

This time, I opted to truly let it go. Whatever he was getting out of this arrangement was either fulfilling some weird kink, or it was a matter he needed to discuss with an actual psychologist.

—

“It means a lot to me–to us–that you came out with us this weekend,” Darcy said, raising her bottle of beer into the air.

I smiled, following suit, as did the guys. A simultaneous “Cheers!” before we took our sips. I was feeling a little buzzed. Likely, we all were; we had all been working our way through the first layer of cans in Sam’s enormous cooler as soon as the tents were fully set up.

“And we haven’t scared you off yet, huh?” asked Sam.

The crackling fire before us illuminated his face in just the right way so that I finally ‘got’ it. I could see what Darcy likely saw: a rugged confidence that seemed to sit on the opposite end of the spectrum from Neville. I wasn’t quite as taken with him as Darcy was, but it at least made more sense to me.

“Not yet,” I said. “But I assume you’re still working on that?”

He laughed, looking over to Neville before looking back at me. “Maybe.”

There was a lot that wasn’t being said. I worried that I was an interloper. An intruder who had disrupted the potential for whatever strange sex games they liked to play.

Or, worse, I had been invited here in the hopes that I’d participate. I knew I was supposed to keep my mouth shut, but I’ve never been all that great at it. Besides, I already knew more than I should’ve. The sooner I broke the tension–perceived or real–the sooner we could move on.

“So,” I said. “What the hell kind of weird thing do the three of you have going on?”

There was a mix of reactions from the others. Neville immediately uttered a regretful “Oh…,” the sound of someone realizing that they had probably said too much to the wrong person. Darcy hid her face in her hands in embarrassment. Sam just laughed.

“Is this my fault?” Darcy asked. “I thought I was being coy earlier, but maybe I have no idea how to actually be coy.”

I looked towards Neville, but it was hard to read his face. Did he regret saying something to me earlier? Or was he glad to have had this bag opened?

“There’s some sort of sexual tension among the lot of you,” I said, trying to play it off as if it had been just an observation of my own.

“Care to take a guess?” Sam asked, a cocky smile on his face.

I already knew the situation–well, the basics of the situation–per my conversation with Neville. But I wondered if I would’ve figured it out on my own. Were the context clues there, if I looked hard enough?

“Neville seems to have given you permission to fuck his wife,” I said to Sam. From my periphery, Darcy was spitting out her mouthful of beer in shock.

He smiled. “I’m not sure that I’d use the word ‘permission.’”

“No?”

“Permission implies…a position of power, does it not? You need to have something to give in order to give it.”

I leaned forward in my seat, even more interested in how this was playing out. “So…this wasn’t up to Neville?”

It’s Darcy who speaks up: “It was and it wasn’t. But I think we’re all on the same page.” To Neville: “Right?”

Neville looks flustered–a deer in the headlights. I worry that whatever he says is going to sound like it's being said under duress; Darcy and Sam have their figurative guns trained on him.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says. “I’m fine.” This is exactly what he said to me back at Sam’s Jeep earlier. I want to believe it, but I also want to know the whole story.

Darcy shrugged nonchalantly. ‘Maybe we ought to just put it all out there now?”

Neville protested softly: “No…” But even that single syllable felt defeated.

“Y’all didn’t drag me out on this camping trip to involve me in your sex game, did you?” I asked, changing the subject slightly.

Darcy laughed. “No. I mean…if you’re game, we can talk about that. But this was supposed to be just a chill weekend in the woods. We–the three of us–have some things going on in the background, but this weekend wasn’t supposed to be about that.”

“Look, maybe it’s none of my business,” I said as I stared ahead into the nice fire that Sam had put together. “If this weekend isn’t supposed to be about that, then I’ll save my questions for later.”

“Fuck it,” Sam said. “Might as well make it one of those weekends now.”

Darcy sighed. “Sam…” But she didn’t finish that thought.

“Nev,” Sam said. “Come here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sir? That was interesting.

I watched Neville slowly slide off of his chair. Except he didn’t land on his feet–he plopped onto the ground on his hands and knees. I shifted further towards the edge of my seat for a moment, thinking he had fallen, yet I quickly realized that this move was intentional.

He was crawling. Crawling on the ground through the dirt and grass on his way towards Sam. There was a discomfort to it that I initially found off-putting. Second-hand humiliation, if nothing else. I glanced back to Darcy again. I wanted to see how she was reacting to this, if she was reacting at all.

Darcy seemed unsurprised, yet very pleased with what she was seeing. Sam, on the other hand, was practically salivating.

“I’d argue that Neville gets more out of this than Darcy or I do,” Sam said. “Sure, we get to smoosh like bunnies. But Neville here? This kinky little son of a bitch is living his best life.”

“Kinky?” I asked–but I was mostly talking to myself. I didn’t require an answer, nor did anyone seem eager to chime in with an immediate response.

As Neville got closer to Sam, Sam’s legs opened, allowing Neville the space to crawl between them. Wait, it looks like he’s going to… Neville propped himself up, resting on just his knees now, as he leaned forward and reached for the zipper of Sam’s pants. I didn’t realize he–either of them–swung that way. Is that what this is about? Sam remained still and smiling as Neville opened his pants, reached in, and pulled out the mostly erect cock. Ho-lee shit…

There was a lot to process at once. Sam’s decently-sized member. The seemingly automated nature of Sam’s call and Neville’s response. Neville’s mouth hungrily dipping downwards.

I had to look back at Darcy once more.

“Is this for real?” the confused expression on my face asked.

“Keep watching,” her smile seemed to respond. “You’ll see.”

From my angle, and with only the light of the blazing campfire, I could just barely make out the action. Neville offered no hesitation or further consideration before swallowing Sam’s manhood entirely. This was clearly not the first time Neville had pleasured another man, nor was it the first time he had pleasured Sam like this. Watching Neville’s form, and the way that his body moved, I was actually a little jealous. He was probably better at this than I was.

Darcy was standing up now. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I watched as Darcy orbited the fire slowly, all the while keeping her eyes on her husband as he suckled Sam’s cock. Sam was now moaning as his hands had reached up and grasped Nevillle by either side of the head. He was now controlling, it seemed, the speed and depth of Neville’s mouth on him.

It was harder to believe than ever that I hadn’t been summoned to this weekend excursion as another participant in their game. The speed at which Neville had devolved from ‘just another adult’ to ‘salivating cock-sucker’ suggested that he had been waiting for Sam’s command all day.

“Neville’s a good little boy who does what he’s told,” Darcy said, standing behind Sam as Neville continued to bob up and down on him. Her words were strange to me, hinting at yet another level of their world I hadn’t seen yet.

It was either a stab in the dark, or an educated guess. I wasn’t sure which yet: “There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

Darcy didn’t answer immediately. She might have been waiting for Sam to respond, but it was clear that all he had to offer to the conversations were his rhythmic moans.

“Of course there’s more,” she said. “Do you want to see?”

It wasn’t any of my business. And, if their story was to be believed, I wasn’t invited to go camping so that I could be immersed in their sex-life. So, my gut reaction was that I didn’t want to see.

But, fuck that. I’m the curious type. I’d never forgive myself if I passed up on not knowing about how freaky this got.

“Yeah,” I said. “You might as well show me all of it.”

“Neville, dear?” Darcy asked. “Do you think you’d be able to…”

“He’s going to…uh…have to…uhff…wait,” Sam said as he stared up into the starry sky. “He’s…busy.”

“Well…it might be a minute or three then,” Darcy said with a shrug. “But I’ll show you when the boys are done.” Said in the same ho-hum manner I’d expect a mother to talk about her two toddlers rolling around in the front yard.

“How did all…this…start,” I asked, waving my hand out towards the homoerotic presentation taking place between the two of us.

“It was Neville’s idea,” Darcy said. “Well…sort of. I think we’ve all had a hand in making it what it is today. But it all started with him.”

“And what does the beginning look like?” I asked. “At what point does all this spiral out from?”

Darcy sighed, chuckling a little to herself after. Whatever the answer to that question was, I could sense that it was something she knew I’d find to be silly.

“Diapers,” she finally said.

My first reaction was to ask her to elaborate, but I sat on it for a moment and realized I probably didn’t need to. I had a general sense of what that meant. Neville was one of those guys with a diaper-fetish. Maybe he wanted to be treated like a baby, or just humiliated. Both? I wouldn’t have guessed that this was his kink, but knowing it now, it made complete sense. Neville was kind of a big baby.

“What do you think ?” asked Darcy.

“Cute, I guess. I’m trying to draw the line between a diaper fetish and sucking Sam’s cock though.”

Darcy started to explain: “Well, it might have started there but…”

“Let me see if I can guess,” I said.

“Go for it.”

“So he’s got this, like, submissive thing going on, right? Wants to be put in a diaper–kept in his place, so to speak. And it’s a trip for you, because you can be the dominant Mommy.”

“So far, so good,” Darcy said.

Meanwhile, Sam was releasing an especially long moan: “Ah, fuuuuuccckthat’sgoodstuff…”

Maybe it was a little more obvious than I had first thought: “But, he wants diapers really often. Either you’ve created a little baby-monster who’s addicted or you’re really good at being the Mommy.”

“Both, maybe,” she said with a shrug.

“It’s fun and all, but you need more. A real man. A real cock.”

“Go on,” Darcy said, grinning.

“And it just so happens that the two of you have a mutual college-buddy, Sam, who seems like the kind of manly man who’d satisfy you just fine in bed. No diapers needed.”

Darcy tapped the tip of her nose.

“So it’s this diaper thing. And this cuckolding thing. And…somewhere along the way, Neville was convinced that he too should be pleasuring Sam?”

“I mean, why not?” Darcy asked playfully. “Shouldn’t he thank his Daddy for making Mommy feel so good?”

It was all looking clearer to me now. Or clear enough. I could ask plenty more questions, thousands, but I could also just watch and see. Given enough time–and none of the three seemed to have any inhibitions about the interloper at their campfire–I’d probably watch the answers to my questions unfold.

“What do you think?” asked Darcy. “You like?”

“Weird,” I said. “But I don’t hate it.”

“Fuck,” Sam said. “I’m gonna blow…”

“Where do you wanna put it?” Darcy asked him. “Baby’s mouth? Or…”

“His diaper,” Sam said. “Get me his diaper. Hurry up.”

There was a hurried coordinated scramble between Darcy and Neville to meet Sam’s needs. Darcy helped Neville to his feet, pulling his mouth off Sam’s fully-engorged manhood. He stood on his feet now, between Sam’s legs, as she tugged at his shorts until they fell from his waist and slid down his legs.

There it was. A diaper.

I kind of knew what to expect. If someone tells you to expect to see a diaper under a pair of shorts it's not like you’re going to imagine a pair of thongs. But it hadn’t occurred to me until the shorts were off that I had no idea what an adult diaper looked like. This was enormous–almost comically so. The bloated padding seemed to balloon out in all directions. My instincts told me that this was an exaggeration of somesort. This kink community didn’t just want an adult diaper–they wanted some grotesque parody of one, and this was what they came up with.

It was also amusingly obvious. How hadn’t I noticed this earlier? How did I not think to look at his pants throughout the course of the day and guess that he was wearing this giant pillow around his ass?

But, while I stared at his thick ass, they were still moving like they were manning a pitstop in a NASCAR race. Sam sat up in his chair a little bit, while Neville squatted so that his diaper was just below ‘Daddy’s’ shaft. Both Neville and Sam’s hands worked on the final few thrusts needed for launch.

With one last guttural groan, Sam’s body seemed to freeze up. In the darkness, and from my vantage point, I couldn’t see the details. But the implication was clear: Sam just made a milky mess on Neville’s lower belly, and it would all be dripping and seeping into his diaper.

And to me, who had never thought much about diaper kinks or cuckolded daddy-dynamics before about five minutes ago, I was surprisingly excited by all of this.

In front of me now, was a man in a diaper. In this diaper was another man’s sticky load–and that man would go on to fuck his wife later. It was deliciously complex, yet also satisfying on the most primal level.

“Well?” asked Darcy. “What do you think?”

“Fuck,” I said.

“I think she likes it,” she said to Sam. The two of them laughed.

“But would you believe us if I said there was more?” asked Darcy.

“Probably,” I said. “I don’t think I could guess at what it was. But…at this point I’ll believe anything.”

“Go,” Darcy said to Neville. “Go show her.”

Once more, Neville was simply obedient. He didn’t protest, nor did he give any indication that he was hesitant about following her orders. Given what I had seen so far, I wondered if he’d march off a cliff if she gave the word.

He turned from Sam and walked towards me, stepping out of the puddle of shorts at his feet as he did. As he toddled towards me in just his diaper and t-shirt, I was even more curious how I had missed it sooner. He waddled. There was a rustling noise emanating from between his legs. It couldn’t have been more obvious.

“You have something to show me?” I asked Neville as he stood before me.

He nodded. His lips, still wet with the saliva he had used to propel his mouth up and down Sam’s shaft, slowly opened: “I’m also wearing a…”

“It’s no fun if you say it,” Darcy said from behind him. “Show her.”

I had absolutely no idea what to expect. Was there a plug sticking out of his ass too? Nipple clamps?

“Just reach up and grab it,” Sam said.

“Who, me?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “The front of his diaper. Grab it.”

I looked back up at Neville’s face. “Are you…okay with that if I do?”

“Y-yeah,” he said, nodding. He almost looked relieved, as if this would be easier than him having to explain to me what else there was.

I chose not to hesitate either. If he was willing to let our friend blow his load into his diaper in front of me, it’d be silly for me to pause a moment longer when he was waiting for me to grab him. I reached up, squeezing the front of his diaper, expecting to be greeted by a hard penis-shaped lump within. It was hard, but unnaturally so. The first word that came to mind was ‘compact.’

“What, exactly, am I feeling here?” I asked, though I was talking past Neville. I knew that this question was best directed at his caretakers.

“There’s only one man here tonight with a functioning cock,” Darcy said. “Care to wager a guess on who's that would be?”

A lightbulb went off above my head. Another kink I knew little about, but the basics were deep within my memory banks. “Chastity?”

“Bingo,” she said. “He could show you if you want.”

“The cage?” I asked, as I looked back up at Neville’s blushing face.

“Neville, show her your little caged cocklette.”

“Later,” I said, stopping him from pulling at the waistband of his diaper with my hand. I worried that it would come off as me just not wanting to see his shrunken manhood, but that wasn’t the case. I just didn’t want to make a further mess of Sam’s recent deposit.

“Now that the baby is out of the bag,” Darcy said. “We probably don’t have to be so discreet about diaper changes. At some point this weekend, you’ll see his little cage. It’s the cutest fucking thing. It’s pink.”

I had more questions, lots of them. I narrowed it down to one: “Diaper changes?”

“Come on now,” Darcy said with a grin. “Do you really think I’d let him take off his diaper to use the potty?”

I should’ve known, and I think I had already guessed as much. But it didn’t bother me. In fact, I liked it. I liked all of it.

“When does he get…unlocked?” I asked.

“When I say so,” Sam said. “And I asked that the key was left at home this weekend. So baby boy, here, is shit out of luck this weekend.”

I laughed again, finding it all so perfect. I could only imagine the perverted tension that was building within Neville. Having to suck his friend’s cock. Later, hearing his friend fuck his wife. Showing me his diaper and cage.

I wondered if there was a place for me in this little production. Maybe not Mommy or Daddy, but I knew too much now to just watch as a member of the audience. I could contribute to this. I wouldn’t demand a place, nor would I expect one. But I figured I’d at least show that if they needed to be in–I was in.

“Do you want to come sit on my lap?” I asked Neville.

His eyes widened and he quickly looked back towards Darcy and Sam, perhaps seeking their approval.

“I bet he’d love that,” Darcy cooed.

“Come here then,” I said, patting the tops of my thighs. “Don’t be shy.”

He said nothing, but his look said enough: “But you’re the new person. You were supposed to be the bashful one.” I could see that he wanted to though. He signed, surrendering to his desires, and lowered his thickly diapered ass onto my lap.

“Careful,” Darcy said to me. “He’s liable to have a little accident while sitting on you.”

“That’s what the diaper’s for, isn’t it?” I asked. “I’m sure it’ll catch it all.”

“Sure,” Sam said, the fire reflecting off his wide grin. “Nothing’s going to leak out of a diaper that big. But that doesn’t mean you’re not going to smell it.”

“Smell it?” I said aloud, not really talking to anyone in particular. I laughed and brought my mouth closer to Neville’s ear: Is that true? Are you prone to making stinky diapers?”

“W-well…” he said. “If that’s what Mommy says, than…”

“Well he’s not using a toilet this weekend,” Darcy said. “So he’s either holding it or using his diaper.”

“If his bottom gets mushy,” I said, “I’m giving him right back to you.”

We were all seated again, though huddled a little closer around the fire. Neville remained in my lap, and his anxiety towards this strange new seat had melted away rather quickly. A little bit of extra warmth in his diaper, I noted–though I said nothing. I’d leave that for Darcy to find and deal with later.

Darcy had been right earlier when she said that the world looked a little different around the campfire. I wondered what my reaction to any of this would have been if she had been upfront with me about the likelihood of her diapered husband sucking the cock of Sam on this trip. Or that I’d be sitting there with the oversized toddler lightly bouncing on my knee as he consistently dribbled wetness into his padding.

Three tents had initially been set up–one for me, one for Sam, and one for Neville and Darcy. An amusing ruse, as I doubted that Sam ever intended to actually use his tent.

“This is just the first night,” Darcy said to me. “Ready for a whole weekend of this?”

“Absolutely.”

—

The fire was still active when Darcy, Sam, and myself crawled into Sam’s tent together. Neville had not been invited to join us.

“You can just stay out here and watch over the fire,” Darcy said to him. “But you can listen to us, if you want. Maybe think about how nice it’ll be when we get home and I take that key out. Until then, be a good boy. When we’re all done, I’ll change your diaper.”

I had been unsure about how deep I’d let myself go into this world. I had been enjoying being just a passive observer, yet having the big baby on my lap ignited a desire for more. Maybe it was the campfire, with a dash of alcohol, but I was ready to be immersed. When Darcy invited me into Sam’s tent with her, I immediately knew what my answer would be.

Darcy’s tongue on my dripping wet pussy was good. The feeling of Sam’s cock filling me up as I moaned out loudly so that Neville was sure to hear me was even better.

Later, I’d think about magic again. Magic looked a little different as an adult. It wasn’t about transcending absurd logistics, or teleporting into spaces that you weren’t in a day before. It was about becoming things you didn’t think you could be. Men becoming little boys. Wives abandoning the trappings of the expected. And new friends who learned they were the missing piece of a puzzle that was already thought to have been solved.

That was magic that I could see, and it was all in the light of the campfire.