Doug woke up with sunlight streaming onto his face. His eyes opened and he didn't know where he was for a moment. Then he remembered the day before. He was in Christine's RV at the state park. He looked over and saw the bed was empty.
He sat up and looked down the length of the RV and didn't see her there. He slowly got out of bed and felt sore muscles. Satisfied. But he was sore. He hadn't had that much sex in a very long time.
He thought about his wife as he got dressed. He had cheated on her. He felt guilty, but it also felt so good. He had forgotten how good sex could be. After his wife's back injury, he had just had himself to take care of his physical needs.
He had made vows to love his wife in sickness and in health. And he loved his wife. But to go without sex for two years? Was that what the vows meant?
Once he had his shorts and t-shirt on he walked through the RV and saw Christine sitting outside next to a fire. He checked his phone and saw it was almost 11 in the morning. He really had slept in.
Christine turned around to look at him as he stepped out of the RV. "Morning, sleepy head."
"Morning," he said as he walked to the chair next to her.
The sun was high in the sky and it was already getting warm. She opened the ice chest between them and offered him a juice pouch. He took it with a smile.
"Juice pouch? Really?" he chuckled as he peeled the straw off and jabbed it into the pouch.
"Hey, those were for my kids. Then my ex decided to run off with to his sister's. Thank you very much," she replied with mock indignation.
"Thank you for sharing your kids food and drinks with me," he said after sipping half the pouch.
"Yeah, well thanks for making this weekend fun. I was thinking it was going to be me the RV and a vibrator," she said as she sipped a water bottle.
He coughed and looked at her. He and Christine had worked together for several years at a call center. They had talked about a lot. His wife. Her ex. All the surgeries and procedures he'd taken his wife to. All the times her ex would flake out weekends that were supposed to be hers.
But sex was not something they had ever discussed. To hear her be so open about a vibrator shocked him. And turned him on a little.
"You came out her with sex toys?" he asked as he looked out at the trees around them.
"I did. Does that bother you?" she asked as she looked over at him.
He looked into her green eyes and replied, "No. It's something I can relate to."
"You have sex toys?" she asked with a light laugh.
"I don't but Melody does. No, for me it's usually my hand here," he said as he help up his right hand.
"Good to know I'm not alone in myself gratification," she said with a wink.
"No, for the last two years I've been a member of the masturbation party," he replied as he smiled.
"Well, we both ended our lonely streak yesterday. Any regrets?" she asked with a hint of trepidation.
"Honestly, some. But I would do it all again," he said as he reached out his hand and put it on top of hers.
She smiled and seemed to relax. "So what do you have planned today?"
"I've got no plans. How about a hike? I haven't been able to just walk in the woods since this whole thing with Melody's back started," he replied.
"A long walk in the woods with you? I like the sound of that. You want to eat first?"
"Sure," he answered as he finished the juice pouch.
They got up and went back into the RV. She went to the fridge as he sat on the bench behind the table. He watched her make sandwiches and sighed. His wife used to love doing this kind of thing.
But after her back injury she was a shadow of herself. She spent most of her day in a drug induced fugue. He wished there was a way to make her whole again. But it looked like this was his life now. But Christine changed that.
She was an oasis in a desert. He watched her slightly overweight body make sandwiches and he thought about yesterday's fun. He hadn't had sex with anyone but his wife. And yesterday changed that.
He had cheated. But his wife couldn't have sex. It hurt her back. So was it cheating?
Christine dropped a plate with a sandwich on it in front of him and broke his thoughts. She went to the fridge and pulled out a couple of cans of soda. They sat and ate and talked and he just enjoyed talking to someone who listened to him.
They joked about co-workers. They talked about weird calls they'd gotten. They laughed and cut up. It was like it had been with Melody before she hurt herself.
Once they were done it was almost noon. They cleaned up the mess and headed outside. They walked up the road to a hiking trail entrance. At first he was worried someone might see him. But once they were on the trail and off the main road, he relaxed.
He was coming to terms with cheating on his wife, but he knew she would be devastated if she found out. But as they walked he thought less and less of his wife and more of Christine.
They walked down the gravel path and he felt her hand grab his. His cock twitched in his shorts at her touch. They interlocked fingers and continued slowly making their way through the thick woods.
As they walked they came to a large rock near a small creek. He stopped walking and gently pushed her toward the boulder. He looked into her green eyes and put a hand on her cheek.
"I. . . I can't leave my wife for you," he finally forced himself to say.
"I know. I don't want you to," she said with a nod of her head.
He leaned down and kissed her lips and then pulled away. "Thank you," he whispered.
