Author's note: This is a rewritten and restructured version of "Music and Revival at Nude Creek". The story is about the quest of a couple to find themselves and reinvent their relationship, staged in the 1970s. Chapter 2: "Take a walk on the wild side." April takes a lover, but he takes her to an extreme, toying with her limits and her marriage. One wrong step and it might blow up in her face.
Constructive critique and feedback are welcome.
All characters are fictional and above the age of 18.
I give into temptation.
The music festival started the next day: people with long hair (even men!) and tie-dyed t-shirts, worn jeans and sandals arrived and milled about as the crowd grew. Booths selling food and T-shirts quickly popped up, people were dancing in the parking lot even before the music started. --a real party. Then the bands took the stage, each one better than the last, the show was great, and the music was amazing. The bands played, and people danced and partied until late into the night. I kept looking out for Leo even as Ken and I danced and made our rounds of whatever food we might sample. It wasn't until very early the next day that we found our tent again and slept in until mid-afternoon. By mid-day Sunday, most of the crowd had left, and I noticed the Microbus was still here, along with a few random cars with out-of-state plates.
There was also a tow truck with a sign on its side that read "Don's Towing and Repair Service" in faded lettering. I noticed it because Mike was talking to the driver, a rough but handsome man in his mid-30s. Wearing a shirt with the arms ripped off, dirty jeans, and chewing on a blade of grass. Mike saw me and waved, and then the both of them hurried off on some errand.
Late afternoon, Ken and I were sitting by the creek to cool off when Leo and Deb came by. They waved, then stripped naked and ran into the creek, splashing and laughing, chasing each other around. Deb saw us and waved us over.
I tugged Ken by the hand, saying, "Let's join them!" but he pulled back, shaking his head.
"Um, they're naked! I think they may want to be left alone," he said, absently.
I sighed, exasperated. I was getting a little tired of his prudishness--it was holding me back. I also felt like Ken was hiding something, even though he liked showing me off, I think. He enjoyed the attention his wife was getting from younger men. And he relished the attention Deb was giving him too.
"Are you afraid of popping a boner in front of your big-boobed hippie girlfriend?" I teased him. Ken looked shocked. I had never talked like that before, but in fact, I was feeling much more adventurous since Ken interrupted Leo and me the other night.
I kept going: "Do you like her boobs better than mine?" I asked, coyly. Ken shot me a puzzled look as if I were crazy. I arched my back and made my breasts as prominent as possible. "See? Mine are pretty nice too, maybe not as big, but still firm!" I said, proudly. Ken looked confused and embarrassed, so I pressed my advantage. I found that I liked embarrassing him. "Let's go ask Leo if he likes my boobs!" I said, stripping out of my swimsuit and leaping through the water naked to where Leo and Deb were. A moment later I heard Ken splashing right behind me.
Leo and Deb had found a deep pocket of water and were sitting, the level just up to Deb's nipples. Leo smiled as I approached. Ken arrived a few seconds later, I think, to take my hand and pull me back to our tent, but I sat down too and let the cool water cover my boobs. Ken was standing nearby, still in his trunks, the water level just at his crotch.
Deb stood up and went over to Ken, the clean water coursing off her boobs and skin. She grinned and said, "I'm glad you could join us!" Ken discretely averted his gaze. Deb rolled her eyes and chuckled at his modesty.
"Ken and I were talking about boobs," I said, jauntily. "He might want to compare his wife's to the competition!" I said. Ken's eyes shot daggers in my direction. Undeterred, I stood up, fully nude, and faced Deb. She grinned, and we both turned to Ken. "Which do you prefer?" I asked with false innocence.
Leo laughed. "They are both beautiful, don't you think?" He lifted his eyebrow, turning to Ken, and then he took Deb's hand and spun her around in the water, showing her off. She seemed to relish the attention. I spun around and did a little sexy dance next to Ken, as if auditioning for him. I found myself getting aroused by making him uncomfortable. I know it was a little petty of me, but I caught Leo grinning each time I made Ken uncomfortable, and it was harmless, really. Leo whistled, admiring my form. Then Deb had Leo stand up, exposing his naked body and semi-hard penis, and made him turn around full circle. His tight ass, muscular body dripping water, and his penis was magnificent. I allowed myself to take a good look.
"Men are beautiful too, aren't they? Deb asked me. I nodded, and then I started to untie Ken's trunks. He moved to stop me, but I shot him a deadly look, and he relented. I tugged them down and exposed him. I just realized that I hadn't seen my husband's penis for, gosh, since we were young. Outside of a glimpse during his bath, or changing, I mean. He was still a handsome man, even with age; strong, muscled, much hairier than Leo, I noted. Deb whistled her approval, but Ken looked mortified, desperate to cover up. He sank into the water up to his neck, sulking. Regardless, we talked and splashed and goofed around. As the sun went down, we moved to our campsite, and Deb and Ken started a campfire. We set our wet clothes out to dry.
The ever-present Mike appeared this time with Don following. Quick introductions were offered, and Don relayed that there were always opportunities to make a few dollars at these events for a good mechanic. Mike thanked him for fixing his motorcycle and introduced him to Ken.
Leo sat alone on a log a little away from the fire. They were all in T-shirts and jean shorts but didn't seem to care that we were still semi-naked or wearing towels and drying off from the creek. Ken and Deb seemed to be deep in conversation about spices and mushrooms and whatever, but I did notice that Deb seemed intent on drawing his attention away, for some reason. By this time, we were all more comfortable with open nudity, even Ken, it seemed.
I pulled out my old guitar and softly strummed a few chords. Leo produced a harmonica out of his back pocket amazingly and played a perfect accompaniment. It was one of those electric moments when everything, however unlikely, seemed to come together. I felt myself drawn to Leo; the longer we played, the more I desired him. It was almost an uncontrollable craving, and I felt dizzy.
A few people wandered by, and of course, the girls looking were for Leo. Don wasted no time introducing himself and Mike to the girls. Leo looked up but didn't seem to care. As I sat there looking around at the semi-nude or fully naked young people, carefree and relaxed, I had a vague feeling in the back of my mind, as if I were caught in a river and being gently pushed downstream, helpless, toward deeper, treacherous waters. Leo slid over, smiled, and put his arm around me. I looked up, but Ken hadn't noticed.
"What do you think about when your husband fucks you?" Leo asked, whispering in my ear. I was shocked.
