This story reads like a Penthouse letter but happened a number of years ago in the 1990s. Its my first of several stories featuring my wife Casey, with some of our sexual adventures around the world with various combinations of people. There isn't as much detail in this story as in some of my other escapades, it seemed to flow quicker onto the computer and not need the detail. Enjoy.
Early in my marriage my wife and I were asked by some neighbors to chaperone for several weeks at a summer camp in the Cascade foothills. We had some vacation time and decided to get a rest.
Most of the campers were in their early teens. The counselors were college students. There were about 200 campers and 40 counselors, with only 12 adult chaperones.
The camp was located on a lake in a wooded valley with lots of water sports, hiking and other activities. The camp lacked telephones, and had electricity pretty much only in the administration building and nearby dining hall. It was about a mile off the North Cascades Highway and was surrounded by National Forest and state lands. The main building was the original house on the property, built during the early 20th Century by a timber company owner. It was a beautiful Victorian in a picturesque setting.
The boys and girls were kept separated at night by about 400 yards of woods and strictly forbidden from making contact. The camp was sponsored by a non-denominational church (to which we did not belong) but was not overtly religious. At this point I was happily married and didn't spend much time looking at the female counselors, although with twenty college women there was a little eye candy.
The adult chaperones and campers occupied wooden buildings built like military barracks with about 25 kids and 2 adults per building. The boy and girl areas had their own bathrooms but shared a dining hall in the middle. Some of the camp counselors bunked in the buildings, but a few chose to pitch tents in the 75 yards of woods between the dining hall and lake. The entire area was crisscrossed by trails with jeep trails connecting the huts and the dining hall.
The kids roasted marshmallows around campfires by the lake and looked at the stars until about 10 pm, when they were sent to their bunks. Most of the kids were happy to do that after a long day outside. On the evening of the second night I took one of the paths through the woods to visit my wife, intending to discuss our group plans for the following day. The weather had been typical Pacific Northwest for August - sunny and low 80s. The temperature was still warm at 10:30 pm when I left, so I had on only a t-shirt and shorts. The well worn and wide path through the woods was shorter than the jeep trail, and was lit enough by the moon to see where I was going.
As I approached the female camp I noticed a tent in the woods. It was dimly lit from inside by what appeared to be a little propane lamp, which was in violation of both the lights-out policy and a prohibition on propane torches. I took several steps off the path toward the tent intending to gently ask them to turn out the light, thinking I could have Casey talk to them in the morning about using propane. The path was lit well enough, but it became darker as I stepped past a couple of pine trees into a little grassed clearing.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark I realized from the height of the shadows that the women in the tent were probably college counselors. Details were not afforded by the lamp through the shimmery white fabric of the tent, but one of the women appeared to be sitting on a cot with her back to me while the other stood a foot or two away. I was about to say something when I saw the standing woman start to pull her shirt up. I suppose that there is a bit of voyeur in everyone, and that part of me caused a pause before I could speak.
The standing woman stopped pulling her shirt from over her head and appeared to be talking to the sitting woman. As I recovered my composure and was going to say something, the standing woman began to gyrate her hips suggestively. The sitting woman mocked applause with her hands silently. The standing woman then slowly twisted and turned as she played with the bottom of the shirt, then provocatively raised it up and over her head.
At that point there was no way I was going to interrupt her, so I stepped back a foot or two into the shadows next to a pine tree. The standing coed spun around a few times as she shook her bottom, then popped open the snap and slid the skirt down her legs. She whipped her shoulder length hair, which was in a ponytail, as she spun around. Her bra was next, after she had cupped her breasts and played with them through the fabric, pretending to lick her nipples, and finally unclasping the back.
The standing woman flipped the bra toward the woman sitting on the cot, who I now realized had leaned back with one arm holding herself up, with the other hand apparently working between her legs. My dick had already started to respond before I stepped back into the shadows, and by now was mostly bulging against my hiking shorts. Back-lit by the lantern, the standing coed turned away from the girl on the cot, pushed her buns toward her friend, and then inched her panties down to the ground.
Suddenly the sitting woman stood up and stepped over to the other. She was a few inches shorter and didn't appear to have long hair. Taking two steps forward to the taller coed, the smaller one put her arms around the taller girl's shoulders and began to kiss her passionately. The taller girl grabbed the shorter one's bottom and pulled her pelvis tight.
By this point my cock was completely hard, confined in the shorts. As the shorter girl kissed her way down the other's shoulders and then chest, I could not take it any more.
Reaching past the waistband I grasped the meaty shaft. The short girl stopped for only a few moments at the breasts, kissing and sucking each one in turn, then knelt with her face between the taller girl's legs. It was too much for me.
After checking that I was in the shadows, my left hand lifted the waistband enough to pull my cock free from both my hiking shorts and briefs. Leaving the shorts pulled down just far enough to stroke my dick, I had to use my left hand to steady myself against the tree.
Looking back at the tent the girls had moved to the cot, with one on her back. One leg hung over the edge with one foot on the floor. Her other leg was on the shoulder of the girl kneeling between her legs, head pressed up between thighs. I could not hear a thing but the visuals were amazing.
I was lost in jacking off when I heard a female voice say "Oh you poor man." Startled, I realized it was my wife. Casey was standing no more than a foot behind me, able to see the shadows from the tent. "I came out to see where you were thinking you might have been lost, but I see that you found your way."
Casey had a flashlight that was pointing to the forest floor. I could see that she was wearing a hoodless, long sleeve sweatshirt and shorts. From her position behind me she could see the counselors in the tent going at it. Casey stepped behind me and reached around to take possession of my cock.
She started to speak softly in my ear: "You like to watch don't you. I didn't know that." She was pressing against my back, slowly stroking my cock up and down. "Would you want to watch me sometime? Maybe when I touch myself?" Casey paused. "Or when I touch another girl?"
"Yes," was all I was able to mutter as she continued to gently slide her hand up and down, pausing to squeeze a little from time to time, rubbing up and over the head as a few drops began to form on the tip.
"Do you want to watch me touch myself?" she asked again, "or with another woman....." Casey gave me an extra slow but tender pull up on my cock.
