Author's Note: this story has a little bit of everything... hot sex, a little bit of alpha-male, a little bit of BDSM, a little bit of spanking, a fair amount of exhibitionism/voyeurism, a little bit of anal play, etc. etc. Because of its length and the fact that it's hard to categorize, I put it in the novella category. Please don't forget to vote by indicating the star level at the end of the story! Thanks and Enjoy!
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"Bye! Goodbye!"
Bradley and Christine waved out the window as they drove away, followed by the enthusiastic farewells of their daughters Brandi and Joyce.
Enthusiasm welled up in Christine as she reached over and caught Bradley's hand, just as his was leaving the steering wheel to reach out for hers. The mutual gesture made her breath catch in her throat; it was the first time in a long time that they'd both reached for each other simultaneously. The first time in a long time that they'd held hands at all.
It seemed like a good omen for the weekend. This was supposed to revitalize their marriage after all. Bradley had planned it and Christine had gone along with relief. They were only in their mid-thirties, but after two babies Christine had started to feel like she'd lost her mojo... it wasn't just the late nights and the dirty diapers, it was also the changes to her body. The sags, the wrinkles, the white stretch marks that were still marring what used to be a perfect stomach. She knew that it was partly her own insecurities that had fed into their dwindling sex life, along with the lack of time and energy, but the fading of their sex life had also fed into her insecurities.
Just ten years ago they'd been having plenty of wild kinky sex, both before and after their wedding. Then she'd had Joyce a year after their wedding and Brandi followed two years later... now they'd been married for eleven years and plenty of it had been wonderful but she'd started feeling like their closeness, their intimacy was dying. She didn't want to be one of those couples who only stayed together for the kids. And she'd also started worrying that Bradley might end up having an affair if she didn't start doing more in the bedroom.
Unfortunately while she had no problem getting horny when her husband wasn't around, as soon as he turned up again she couldn't stop obsessing over the way her body had changed and aged since their first year of marriage, the way their sex life had already started to die out, and whatever confidence her hormones had given her quickly shrank away. Then Bradley had come up to her and told her about a weekend camp, away in the woods, that couples could use to reconnect. There was even a camp ten miles away for the kids, a kind of joint venture that allowed the kids a fun weekend of activities while their parents worked on their relationship.
At one point in their marriage Christine might have protested that they didn't need something like this, that the premise was silly or unnecessary, but all she'd felt was relief that Bradley was on the same page as her - and that he'd rather work on their marriage than find an affair on the side. She just hoped he wasn't trying to rekindle their marriage purely for the kids. And she hoped that they didn't have to spend the entire weekend hashing out all the things that had gone wrong... he'd mentioned a nearby hot spring and "activities" so hopefully that meant they'd get to do things together.
Good grief, when was the last time they'd even gone on a date? And when they did go on a date, they always had to come home and quietly have sex. In the dark, at her insistence. While she worried about the fat rolls that he must been feeling and the way her thighs jiggled around his body even if he couldn't see her. Sex had become so stressful.
"Hear that?"
"What?" Christine asked, turning away from the window to look at her handsome husband. He'd aged too, of course, but she thought the grey in his dark hair made him look distinguished, the few wrinkles forming on his face lent him gravitas, and he'd barely gained any weight. A little, of course, and he'd lost some muscle tone, but for a guy in his mid-thirties he was still a fine specimen of a man and she'd seen more than one woman check him out when they were out together.
The blazing grin he gave her only enhanced his good looks. "Nothing! It's completely quiet! Isn't it great?"
Christine had to laugh even as she conceded that it was definitely very nice. Their girls' constant babbling was gone, the forest was silent, and for a moment it felt like they were the only two people in the world.
"I'm really glad we're doing this," she said enthusiastically, shyly giving his hand a squeeze. It almost felt strange to be alone with him, knowing that they were about to spend a weekend together. A little zip of excitement went through her body. A whole night alone together where they could be as vocal as they wanted... and she wouldn't have to feel bad about having him turn off the light because they'd be in a tent so it would be dark anyway!
"Me too," he said, squeezing her hand back as he turned onto a gravel road.
He was relieved to see the excitement in his wife's eyes. Hopefully she retained that excitement when she discovered exactly what kind of camp he'd brought her to. They'd always been pretty kinky and they'd had some damn interesting sex over the years, but he'd never pushed her boundaries like he was going to this weekend. It had only been by chance that he'd heard of Camp Kink in the first place, he'd been online cruising his regular porn sites when a forum about spouses who had lost their connection had caught his eye. One of the guys on the boards there swore up and down that Camp Kink had helped his marriage in a myriad of ways.
The Camp had several aspects going for it, according to him. It was a clothing optional camp, although the idea was the end the weekend as a nudist camp, and he said it helped him and his wife with some of their trust and communication issues. Bradley could definitely see where he'd have a major problem sustaining an argument with Christine if she was wonderfully, gloriously nude. That had given him more than one fantasy after talking with the guy on the forum. The camp was also a BDSM camp, the people who ran it had classes and various presentations throughout the weekend for all levels of interest. Or you could just hang out and do your own thing.
They'd done some domination and submission stuff earlier in their relationship, although that had slowly dwindled over the years, but it was something that Bradley would love to get back into. He thought Christine would too, once it had been presented correctly. Their sex life had gone from great to infrequent and he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it. Her responses to certain things had changed so much over the years and they didn't have time to explore what turned her on anymore. In some ways it had become easier to jerk off than to get his wife in the mood, and that was something he wanted to work on this weekend too.
Assuming that Christine didn't decide to run for the hills once she realized what kind of camping weekend he'd basically tricked her into taking.
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They found their assigned campsite and got their tent set up without incident. Although they could hear voices, laughing and talking (although the words were indistinct), indicating that there were people nearby, they couldn't see any of them. Something Bradley was rather grateful for at the moment because he didn't know whether or not any other campers were already participating in the themes of the weekend.
The first of which, of course, was nudity.
