Previous readers of my other stories know one side of my wife, a side that I never knew existed until recently. We met in school and she is (was) a very conservative person. Our sex life is good but nothing out of the ordinary, except for the couple of instances that started about 3 1/2 years ago. It is strange because typically the lights must be out and she even acts embarrassed or surprised when I walk in on her when she is changing cloths. But then there are the "exceptions" that I have written about. My wife changes to another person; fully in charge, self-confident and completely carnal.
Pam does not like to talk about the episodes after the fact and she gets mad at me if I even try to bring up the possibility of another tryst. In almost every other way my wife is a normal mid 30's housewife. She keeps herself fit and at 5'-2" only weighs 110 pounds sopping wet. Pam has nice legs, firm 34 B breasts with perky little nipples and she keep a nice dense little patch of urban forestry over her pee hole just the way I like. But I think her best assets are her sporty thighs and her cute little bubble behind.
We had both been too busy over the past few weeks to hardly speak so we decided to do a weekend away without cell phones and interruptions. Because it was short notice there was not much time to plan or make reservations we decided to go camping like we had done when we were younger and money was tighter. It was already Thursday night and so I scurried to find our old tent, air mattress and the few camping supplies we had packed away.
On Friday I left for work, planning on leaving at noon to get away. Pam began packing her things into the vehicle early enough to be able to relax by early afternoon. She left time for a leisurely shower and afterward dressed for comfort one of her khaki shorts and cool shirt. Pam left the top two buttons open, fastened the next two and left the bottom two open to show her tan she worked on all summer.
We had decided to go to a campground we had visited once before and I frequented when I was younger. There was a large lake on the property; on one side of the lake it was used as camping grounds for young men from all over the state. There was some fencing extending a short distance into the water that separated the young men's area from what was considered public camping grounds. Some of the public areas were set up with electricity and hook-ups for campers and RV's. We also knew about a few small back roads and paths which lead to some very out of the way seldom used areas.
We beat most of the Friday traffic leaving town and made it to the camp grounds shortly before dark. It had been a number of years since our last visit so it took a while to find one specific old road I was looking for and the pathway that lead to a secluded little cove we had visited once before. The site was perfect, secluded with nobody visible. Our vehicle was parked about a 15 minute hike from the spot so it took several trips and nearly an hour to get all our gear to the site.
We found a small flat opening at the edge of the trees to set up the tent. Our camp site opened to the shoreline with a small 20 foot clearing of pebbles and sand. We started the evening building a small fire and cooking a little diner. After eating we pulled out the folding chairs and watched the stars while we made a pitcher of rum based drinks to relax. It was not long before both of us exhausted from the week crawled into the tent and fell asleep.
We woke mid-morning to a bright sunny day. I was able to finish cooking some breakfast just as the small propane tank emptied, so our coffee was lukewarm. It was relaxing as a small breeze was blowing thru. We decided to take a short hike to look around and when we got back we realized we did not have any other campers within a mile or so of our secluded site.
I told Pam that I needed to run into the small local town and get some propane and a few other items we had forgot on such short notice. Pam asked me to pick up a little more rum, so I told her I would be back in an hour or two. When I was leaving camp my wife was mixing the last of our rum supply in a pitcher.
I had to make several stops in town to pick up everything we needed and then head back to the site. I pulled into the parking for our site at about 1:30 and started my hike back to the site. I was almost back when I instinctively stopped in my tracks. Ahead of me I saw four, no five young men who appeared to be 18 or so years of age hiding in the brush. I stood confused for a few moments until I focused ahead at our camp site and saw my wife lying face down on a towel sunbathing. Looking closer Pam had on her headphones, the drink pitcher was almost empty and... Then it hit me, she must have decided she did not want any tan lines because she was not wearing a stitch of clothing.
As I crept up on the young men I noticed a couple of them had a hand down their bathing suits playing with themselves. I startled one of the young men; he turned towards me in a frightened state and said " we're not doing anything mister". I raised a finger to my mouth to quit him and asked "what's going on?'. The young mans explained to me they were from the camp across the lake, they had swam around the fencing to spy on the Girl's camps. It was a slow day and they had not found anything interesting and kept exploring until they happened on our camp site.
The young men; Ryan, Logan, Danny, Carter and Billy were in various stages of growth with Billy standing barely five foot tall. Ryan, who seemed to be the leader of the group, said they were trying to spy on the girl's showers but the girl's camps were empty. Ryan said only a couple of them had seen a real girl naked; he hid in a bathroom closet to spy on his sister and Billy had peaked thru the door at his aunt's house when she was changing cloths.
For some strange reason the young man's explanation was having an effect on me and my mind was moving a mile a minute when without thinking I blurted out "would you like a closer look?" The young men looked a little confused but without speaking each of them began nodding yes. I told them to be quit and lead them to the front of the clearing until we were between my wife and the water.
Standing with the young men at the base of my wife's feet they had a clear view up her legs to her ass. Pam had her legs close together so you could only get a glimpse of her slit peeking from between her thighs and the two protruding round globes of her derriere with a small dimple between them like a funnel to her anus.
I began to notice my cock was rock hard and starting to ache and I also noticed all the young men seemed to have a tent in their bathing suits with several young mans' hands again working on their excitement. After a few minutes I stepped forward and nudged my wife's foot with mine. Pam barely stirred so I nudged her foot again until she turned her head to look up and see what I needed.
Suddenly my wife must have realized her situation because she turned quickly and scrunched up in a ball so her knees were together against her chest with her arms wrapped around her legs covering as much of her nakedness as she could. With a surprised look on her face and red with embarrassment she scolded "what the hell is going on here?"
