My sari was tangled around my ankles as I stumbled backward, heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. At forty-five, I’d thought myself past the point of shock, but seeing five men and that young woman—no older than thirty—engaged in such acts in the middle of our supposed “family-friendly” campsite left me breathless. My name is Farheeama, and I’m an Indian Australian woman of South Indian descent, married for twenty years with two teenagers at home. This was meant to be my escape—a monthly hiking trip with a group to clear my head while my family enjoyed their own space. Now, watching Mike, a tall white man in his fifties with a completely shaved head, slam into that blonde woman from behind while another man, Ryan, held her mouth open with his cock, I wasn’t clearing my head—I was losing it entirely.

I should have turned around. I should have walked away before they noticed me. But something primal froze me in place—the way her body arched, the sounds coming from her throat, the raw hunger in the air. Mike’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, his muscles flexing with each brutal thrust. She was moaning around Ryan’s cock now, tears streaming down her face, but her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy. The third man, Rafa—a handsome Mexican with dark, penetrating eyes—was stroking himself slowly, watching the scene unfold with a predatory gaze that made my stomach flutter.

“Join us,” he said suddenly, his voice low and commanding.

I shook my head, my brown skin flushing with embarrassment. “No, I… I shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” Mike grunted, pulling out of the woman momentarily. “You look like you want it as bad as we do.” His cock glistened in the fading sunlight, thick and imposing. “Come here, beautiful.”

The woman looked over at me, her blue eyes cloudy with lust. “It’s okay,” she breathed, licking Ryan’s shaft before taking him deeper into her mouth. “They know how to treat a lady.”