[This story includes lots of cunnilingus, some coitus and some fellatio. One small bit of anal non-consent. And, the consequences of beliefs that some people have. The story is the outgrowth of a conversation I heard four men having over lunch in a sports bar. It is fiction. The attitudes are real.]
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For the last eight years I've held the belief that I was a regular guy. I have a regular job, not an executive and not a peon. I get a good paycheck every two weeks and my wife and I have a tract home in a nice, regular neighborhood. We each work and when we aren't working, we have fun.
About the only thing out-of-the-ordinary is that we don't have any kids. We certainly have made the effort often enough to have started something cooking if there was heat in the oven. In our third year of marriage we went for testing and discovered that I make about one one-hundredth the number of sperm that most men make and mine don't swim very well. Most of them drown on the way to the goal. Marcie has only one ovary and it pops an egg out about three times a year. I think those eggs have shells on them. The doctors let us know the odds of us making babies were so low that if it happened we should expect a visit from an angel.
Marcie cried and we were both pretty bummed for months after we got the news. It's a shot to the ego to find out that kind of news. But, a few months later, one of the couples we know had a baby with lots of problems and our sadness turned to gratitude. Not having those kinds of problems is a blessing. In the last three years we've talked about adopting, but never seriously enough to actually set the process in motion.
We thought we had normal lives. We thought most of the couples we knew had marriages a lot like ours. Because of my work in energy research my circle of colleagues was small. Most of them are very technical thinkers and not too social. Marcie works at a middle school, in the office and has a very social group of friends from work.
We take three trips a year. Around Christmas we go somewhere warm. At the beginning of summer we go somewhere with lots of sunshine and water and at the end of summer or early Fall we go visit our parents. As I write this the beginning of summer trip has been over for three weeks.
We went on a road trip with some friends. Actually, we wanted them as friends and thought a camping trip might help. The group is the four women. They work at the same school. Somehow they planned the trip, attempting to include lots of activities the men would like. We rented motor homes and planned to travel from Yellowstone up into Canada as far north as Jasper and as far west as Vancouver before heading back and turning in the motor homes. We reserved two motor homes with two couples in each. The ladies found places for us to hike, swim, boat, fish and maybe take a white water raft trip.
We picked up the RV's on Friday afternoon and spent the evening loading them for the trip. Both RV's came to our home as we had a good sized parking lot next to our apartment building. I helped get things stowed away. Marcie and Pat had lists of things we needed to make sure we had inside the RV's before we left. I met Pat, Sarah and Ann during the packing. I heard a lot about their husbands. Not all of what I heard was good.
Marcie asked Ann where Carl was. She made a face and said, "He needed to stay a little late at work. That always happens just before a vacation. That way all the packing is up to me."
Sarah said she didn't think Bill had any idea what it took to go anywhere. They had been married seven years and he had never packed for anything. Pat just nodded and kept working.
I bought blocks of ice for the two big ice chests, loaded them with beverages and used bungees to strap them down so they wouldn't slide around while we were on the road.
At about seven the husbands arrived and so did the guy from the pizza delivery place. The husbands looked at the two RV's and gave their approval to the packing job the wives had done. I noticed the wives served the husbands their pizza, opened their beers and cleaned up after their husbands were finished. Frank, Pat's husband said he thought it would be good if he and Pat slept in one RV and in the morning drove over and picked up one of the other couples. Marcie and I would take the other RV and pick up the other couple.
That idea flew and two couples drove home while Frank and Pat spent the night in an RV. Early the next morning we were up. Marcie made a big thermos of coffee and gave Frank and Pat a mug each. Then we were off, agreeing to meet at the rest stop about twelve miles north of our homes.
During the days we swapped seats a lot, making sure we all rode with every other couple. We had sort-of planned for the men driving and the women cooking all the meals that were cooked inside. The guys would do the outdoor grilling.
I thought it was a great trip at the beginning. I started as driver of motor home number 821. Each motor home had a number painted on it, otherwise they were the same. The first driving day we were joined in the RV by Bill and Sarah. I drove all that first day. About once an hour or hour and a half the other three would shift around and the shotgun seat would have someone new in it. When we stopped for lunch everyone from both RV's gathered at picnic tables we found at rest stops or city parks. We had two-way radios so we could stay in communication.
We discovered when we stopped the first night that privacy was almost impossible. The bed up over the driving seat was only about ten feet from the bed at the back of the RV. There was a curtain that could be drawn between the two sleeping areas but any moving around or noise was shared.
We discovered this the first night when Bill decided he wanted to have sex with Sarah. They had the bed at the back of the RV. We had gotten in bed and the RV started a rocking motion. Marcie held on to me and whispered, "Is it an earthquake?"
"No. It's lasting too long." I opened the curtain a little and saw Bill's pajamas between Sarah's legs. The pose told me they were screwing. I held the curtain so Marcie could see what was causing the motion.
When I closed the curtain Marcie stripped off her panties and opened her legs for me. Two or three strokes and I was in a motion that matched Bill's and the RV was rockin! Bill tends to bellow when he cums. We were parked ten feet from the RV driven by Frank and a short time after Bill bellowed we heard another bellow from that RV. Marcie started laughing. Sarah laughed and in two seconds we were all laughing. I kept stroking and when I came I did my best imitation of a bear. That got us laughing again. Eventually we did go to sleep.
The community breakfast was going well until Sarah asked Ann, "Did you hear the bears in the campground last night?" It was a mean question to ask. Ann was taking a drink of orange juice when Sarah asked and Ann sprayed her husband with a mouthful of juice when she laughed. All of us laughed.
Ann and Carl rode with us for the morning. We got to know them better and had fun. I did notice that Carl acted like Ann was his personal servant. He was sitting shotgun, all of ten feet from either the fridge or ice chests and he asked Ann to bring him a beverage twice during the morning. He interrupted what Ann and Marcie were doing both times. She got him a can, opened it, wrapped it in a paper napkin and handed it to him. He didn't say "Thanks" either time.
After lunch Carl and Ann went to the other RV and Frank and Pat came with us. Pat and Marcie talked on the radio with the women in the other RV while Frank and I sat up front. I had driven the morning so Frank drove the afternoon shift. Pat and Marcie worked out a plan for who was doing which meals for all of us. By the time we stopped for dinner they had a menu and assignments for the rest of the trip.
The next day we didn't drive. We stayed camped in one spot and did some hiking and enjoying the outdoors. From our campground there were plenty of hiking trails so we all didn't go on the same trail. Marcie and I hiked with Frank and his wife Pat. They were the oldest of our group. Frank was three years older than me. We hiked about an hour then sat on a fallen tree to rest. As we rested we heard a bellow from quite a distance. We looked at each other and Frank said, "Sounds like Bill." We laughed. When I stood up to start walking again Marcie said, "It sounded like bragging to me."
Pat said, "Or maybe a challenge?" She unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them to the ground. Frank watched her do it and his hands went to the belt of his hiking shorts. Pat stripped everything off but her boots and leaned back on the fallen tree. Frank wasted no time in sending his body into connection with hers.
I froze and watched them for a few seconds. Marcie called my name. I looked and she was standing by a different fallen tree, naked but for her boots and her hand was holding her lower lips open for me. I looked back at Frank and Pat, realized they didn't care if we did it too, so I stripped and accepted Marcie's invitation. Before either Frank or I completed the challenge we heard another bellow, from our distant friends.
"I'm so close Pat! Squeeze me! Yes, here it comes!" Frank leaned back and yelled as loud as he could. Pat had her legs wrapped around him and she screamed in her orgasm as Frank filled her.
I looked back at Marcie and she screamed, "Fuck me hard! Fill me up!" I pumped hard and we used our hands and her legs to help slam us together. "Blow my ass off with your spunk, Pete! Give it to me! I'm cumming!!" I followed Frank's example and leaned back as I shoved my cock in as deep as it would go. I bellowed and Marcie screamed!
When my balls were empty and my cock wilting I pulled back a little and felt my cock slip out of Marcie. "God, Babe, that was incredible! Thanks."
