A View to a Thrill

The week started innocently enough. It was a simple holiday away at a campground with his wife Kelly and their daughter Hannah. They couldn't afford hotels for the week so they decided to spend the week at her parent's trailer. Their lot was in a very serene location in an often empty area except for the peak times of the year.

They arrived in early October to see the trees displaying a full array of autumn foliage. The campground was bursting with colors and the breeze carried a slight chill that foreshadowed a long winter season to come. He pulled the van to a stop in front of the trailer and gave a long glance to their accommodations for the week.

It was quite a stretch to refer to this as camping. The trailer was a thirty-five foot fifth wheel with three electric slide-outs. The inside held two LCD televisions hooked to satellite receivers, a large gas fireplace in the living room, a full kitchen, shower facilities and built-in stereo system. This was more like a second home than a campsite.

"Jack, did you bring Hannah's diaper bag in yet?"

"No, not yet Honey. Did you need something?"

"I need a spit up cloth, fast."

He rummaged through the diaper bag in a frantic search for something to clean up their daughter's newest mess. A rumble in the distance distracted him from his task. It was the sound of a large truck coming down the campsite road towards them. He watched as the truck slowed and pulled into the lot next to them.

"Did you find it yet?" Kelly yelled. That broke Jack from his stupor as he realized the cloth was in front of him. He grabbed it and sprinted inside leaving their new neighbors alone. He handed her the cloth and she cleaned up the mess from their daughters feeding and continued rocking her to sleep.

"Am I going to have to do everything myself this weekend?" She scolded, giving him a dirty look.

"Sorry Hon. It looks like we have new neighbors." He pointed out the window at the truck pulling the trailer in next door. The new neighbor's trailer was smaller and much less detailed than theirs was.

Jack soon noticed a girl had gotten out and was directing the guy in the truck backing onto the lot. He thought of her as a girl because even though he was only in his mid twenties, they were definitely younger, just out of high school. One look at her made his blood boil with lust. The way her petite body filled the short denim cutoff shorts and tank top made him hard with just one glance. Her shoulder length blonde hair shined as it cascaded over her smooth bare shoulders. It sent shivers down his spine. He had to force himself not to stare at her, especially with his wife sitting right behind him.

"It looks like a couple of young kids so this could be interesting!" He commented to his wife but she was busy rocking their daughter to sleep.

That was really the crux of the problem in their marriage. Ever since their daughter was born, that was all his wife had time for anymore. He tried to understand how hard it is for women to go through labor and then all the hormones flowing through their bodies afterwards. They messed with her moods. But he was also a guy who hadn't had sex with his wife in over five months! Before their daughter was born and even up to the last few months of the pregnancy, they were still very sexually active; then it stopped all at once. She told him that she was too big and sex was so uncomfortable. So being the good husband, he waited and waited and waited some more.

Six weeks after Hannah was born, the doctor cleared her to resume having sex. He was revved up and ready to go but she wasn't ready yet. He tried to be patient, but his high sex drive made it very difficult. It was indescribable how frustrating it was laying in bed beside a gorgeous, sexy woman every night, snuggling and getting absolutely nothing sexual.

Jack still believed she was gorgeous. She had long brown hair, large perky breasts with very long sensitive nipples that she loved for him to touch and suck on until she whimpered with pleasure. She had a tight round ass that he loved to grab as he pounded inside her from behind with her face buried in a pillow, moaning. He loved to bury his face between her legs and lick her puffy red pussy lips, drowning in juices until the wee hours of the night.

But that was before the baby. Now he was a desperate husband, who's cock was always rock hard and unsatisfied no matter how often he stroked it. He needed relief and the sooner the better.

Kelly for her part seemed oblivious to his needs. Her sole focus was on Hannah and then herself. Jack felt as though she didn't have any time or energy for him.

She laid Hannah down in her crib to have a sleep. He walked over to her and put his arms around her neck from behind, cuddling against her back. She laid her head back against his shoulders and seemed to relax for a minute. In his state of arousal he couldn't help but reach out and gently massage the outside of her full breasts, feeling her hard poking nipples. She smacked his hand and pulled away.

"Is that all you ever think about?"

"I can't help it, when's the last time you let me touch you?"

"Look, we've been over this. I'm so tired all the time and my hormones are still going nuts. You think its easy having a baby?" She replied in her usual fashion. This was an old argument and one he wasn't in the mood for. He walked out of the trailer, grabbed his book and sat at the picnic table reading.

The neighbors had their trailer parked and were unloading the rest of their bags. Jack could hear Kelly milling around inside the trailer, decided it would be best to stay outside and let her cool off a bit. It's a good thing he was reading the Green Mile, about the least sexy book possible, because it seemed to help him calm down and allow my erection to subside for now.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Kelly walked out with her swimsuit on covered by a towel. Even though he was pissed at her, he couldn't help but notice how nicely her body had recovered from the pregnancy. She looked great and Jack thought that Kelly wore it to try and get his attention. It was not one she would typically wear, being rather self-conscious.

"I'm going for a swim. Do you think you can manage to watch our daughter while I'm gone?" She asked sarcastically.

"I think I can handle it."

With that, she took off down the path towards the front of the campground and the indoor pool area. He continued reading his book, the flush still evident in his cheeks, from their most recent battle. It was a few moments later when he saw it. The neighbor's trailer started rocking back and forth as he watched it from only a few feet away. He recognized it at once as the movement of two warm bodies pressed together.

He couldn't believe his eyes as the trailer moved back and forth so much he couldn't concentrate on his reading. He stared straight ahead. His heart began to pound in his chest. The pent up frustration of the last five months were becoming unbearable. It wasn't enough that he couldn't fuck his own wife; now he had to sit there with people having sex close by.

Just then he looked in the neighbor's living room window. He saw the girl that was outside earlier, laid down on her back in front of the open window. Her large supple breasts were visible to him. His cock twitched. Her body was moving in rhythm, you could tell that a guy was pounding inside her causing her breasts to shift back and forth on her chest.

He couldn't take it anymore. He dropped his book and started rubbing his hard cock through his pants. His eyes fixed on her face, the expressions she made and the moaning that you could feel from gazing upon her. He watched her as he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock free and into his eagerly waiting hand. He slowly stroked himself as he watched another man pleasure her.

Suddenly she turned her head and looked in his direction. "Oh shit I'm caught" he thought to himself. He was so embarrassed, the thoughts raced through his head. But she simply smiled at him, clearly pleased to have an audience. He could tell she loved every second of it. Her moaning and panting got louder, clearly for his benefit. He stroked his cock harder and harder as the tension built from his balls into an inferno. She was bucking and moaning louder and louder as she looked over watching him stroke his hard cock. Finally, he released his pent up frustration in powerful explosions. Rope after rope of thick cum splattered against his chest, where he had pulled his shirt up.

After he recovered from his explosion, he quickly remembered that he was outside and in plain sight. His wife could be back at any second and he needed to clean himself up. He hurried into the trailer, amazed by what had just happened, and ashamed of himself for giving in to temptation like that.