Tree Change Pt 4
tags. voyeurism, swinging, sex, threesome, interracial.
The next morning we were up before the sun. It turned out to be quite an accomplishment as our close neighbours made quite a lot of noise when they got back to the camp ground after the pub had shut. For half an hour there was some boisterous drunken chatter. It went quiet for a bit and I was almost back to sleep when the sex noises began.
The canvas of the camper trailer did little to dampen the amorous symphony coming at us from both sides. Alena remained largely unmoved, her breathing steady. On the other hand I couldn't shut it out no matter what I tried. For the best part of an hour I listened as they rode the peaks and troughs of their passion. While I couldn't be one hundred percent sure it seemed to me from occasional passionate name calling they had swapped partners.
Alena led the way along a track lit by occasional solar lights on our trek to greet the sun. There was a surprising number of people up at the paved area on top of the headland. It was promoted as the eastern most point on the Australian mainland so the first part to feel the sun's kiss each day. We stood around peering east as the first dull glow on the horizon turned into a fiery orange ball. Everyone was quiet and the group had quite a spiritual vibe
Just as the sun seemingly broke free of the earths grasp a small food truck turned up in the car park behind the viewing area. We lined up to get a bacon and egg roll with a coffee for breakfast. Sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean we ate still in contemplative silence. When I'd finished my roll I asked Alena if she'd heard the previous nights carnal nocturnal chorus.
"No, I slept like a baby." She said then took a sip of coffee. "Were they really loud?"
"If they were at home inside a house probably not. But camping, yeah I reckon they were pretty loud. They swapped partners as well."
"Really? Did you see them?"
"No. Just the individual voices and the names called out in passion didn't match how they arrived."
"Well if they are friends of Johanna and Zac it shouldn't be a surprise should it?" Alena giggled, "do you think they think we are, um, what did you say it was called, swingers?"
"I've been thinking about that. It's sort of weird the way we are right up the other end from most of the campers. Like there's a family section and a kinky area. And then the way the others set up right next to us. Maybe they do."
"Should we move?"
"I don't know. It's not as if they tried anything with us and we are closer to the beach where we are."
"And not having scores of kids running around isn't a bad thing," Alena added.
We wandered back down the track to the camp ground. As we walked up to the camper Julia and Catherine waved at us. They were sitting under the awning of Jamie and Julia's set up drinking tea. We ignored their calls to join them at first. Waving them off but they persisted so we felt obliged. We made small talk about the previous evening. They said we'd missed out on a fun night leaving early. Eventually we extricated ourselves saying we had to get changed to head to the beach. Julia indicated they might join us as their partners had left earlier to go on a guided fishing trip at a nearby river estuary.
When we came out of our tent Julia and Catherine were waiting. They had a long rectangular bag held between them along with a couple of folding chairs. The bag contained a pop up shade gazebo so I took over carrying it for them. At the beach I set it up and pegged it down. Julia and Catherine sat under it while we went into the water. Alena didn't stay in long. She went back to the others while I kept body surfing.
It was probably about ninety minutes before I trudged up the sand to where the ladies were. Julia and Catherine were stretched out on towels in the sun. They were both topless. Julia laying on her back. Catherine was face down and she had bunched the material of her bikini bottom together into her butt crack to maximise her exposure. I must have allowed my eyes to linger for too long because when I glanced back at my wife I felt a disapproving stare. I picked up my towel and sat down beside her making sure I kept my gaze pointed at her. This became more difficult when Julia stood up and came towards us.
"How was the water?"
"Beautiful," I replied. "You should go in."
"Yeah, I might. I'll have to put some sunscreen on first."
She lent down and fossicked through her beach bag finding a multicoloured tube of 50+. Standing in front of us she started rubbing in her sun protection. Starting with her arms and face then she went to her breasts.
"Aren't you putting your top back on?" Alena asked. "Won't you get into trouble?"
"No, the lifeguards don't come up this end very much. And if they do they'll get a treat."
Julia wiggled her hips and lifted her heavy breasts as if she was offering two plates of starters at a party. I stifled my laughter at her actions when I noticed Alena didn't look as amused. When she asked me if I could put some on her back I felt myself wedged between the proverbial rock and a hard place. Luckily Catherine offered to do it. That got me out of danger but there were now two topless woman standing in front of us.
"How about I go back to the park kiosk and get us some lunch?" I asked hoping to get out of the delicate situation.
They all agreed it was a good idea so I headed off out of danger. When I got back Julia and Catherine were still down at the water's edge. Alena looked up from the book she was reading.
"I wasn't angry with you," she explained.
"I know," I half lied. "I just thought it was better to make myself scarce."
I passed her one of the portion boxes of fish and chips.
"I think if I didn't know they were swingers it wouldn't worry me. The way she was pushing her saggy boobs in your face..." Alena grimaced then ate a chip.
"I don't think she was going to jump me right in front of you."
"I know, I know. Anyway, they are saving themselves for the black bull who's coming tonight."
"What?"
"They were talking about it when you were body surfing. Apparently he's some kind of sex god."
"The black bull? That's what they called him"
"Yes, they said his name but I can't remember it but mostly they just said black bull."
"And they are both going to..."
"Yes, he's renown for his stamina." The tables were turned now and I think Alena was enjoying my disbelief.
"What about their partners?"
"Well, the black bull is bringing someone with him who is into what we watched Johanna do last night. The two at once thing."
"Double penetration, DP."
"Yes that."
"Fuck me!" I said a bit louder than I intended.
"Is that an offer?" Julia voice coming from behind me almost made me jump.
I swung around to see them making their way towards us. They were far enough away that I didn't think they'd heard our conversation.
"No," I replied with a forced laugh then when they got closer. "Just a hot chip burnt my tongue."
Any risky suggestions were put on hold as the ladies picked up their food. My stress levels were eased when they put their bikini tops back on and added t-shirts. They'd just about finished eating when their partners turned up. While Pierre and Jamie recounted the highlights of their morning fishing I got Alena's attention. I subtly pointed towards the exposed rocks at the bottom of the headland and she nodded. When there was an appropriate break in the conversation I butted in.
"Alena and I are going for a walk around the rocks." I said while pointing in that direction.
No one objected so we drifted off. When we came back past about an hour later they were all down by the waters edge. Julia called out to us but we indicated we were going back to the camper.
"See you at the pub later," she called out.
Alena was in the shower block while I sat enjoying the last rays of the afternoon sun when the motor home arrived. It wasn't as big or as new as Zac's but it still looked pretty slick. It did a slow loop before it parked directly behind where we and the others were camped. The tinted windows meant I couldn't see who was inside. The air brakes hissed then it sat idling for a few minutes. There was a high pitched whining sound as an awning extended out from the side of it towards our camper. Then much like a wounded animal that finally succumbs to it's mortality there was another hiss of air as the whole thing lowered about six inches.
When the door finally opened a petite woman with jet black hair and oversized sunglasses got out. She was wearing a plain white sundress that was struggling to contain what looked to be ridiculously oversized breasts. She looked around. Her gaze briefly settled on me before it moved on perhaps searching for a familiar face. Then she half turned back towards the door and called out to who ever was still inside.
Her companion appeared. He was tall, yet thick set with legs that looked like two of mine. The tan shorts and white singlet highlighted his dark skin. He seemed to have muscles growing out of his muscles on his upper body. He didn't show the same reticence of the lady as he set off in my direction. As he got closer he just got bigger and bigger but not in a menacing way. The whole time he had a bright smile on his face and when he was close enough he greeted me warmly.
"Hi, I'm Lindewe but everyone calls me Lin." He said in an accent I guessed was South African as he extended his meaty paw.
"Lachlan," I replied as I stood up and watched my hand be enveloped by his.
His grip was firm but actually quite gentle compared to what I had expected.
"And this is Mira," Lin stepped back so the could come forward.
"Hi, Lachlan," I said.
