A Borrowed Wife the Covid Camper

Fortunately neither of us got the covid, or at least if we did the symptoms were quite mild, so mild in fact as to be mistaken for some other common aliment. I also realize others weren't so fortunate, (we know a few of them) and I obviously don't wish to make light of their suffering either.

...So anyway, early on in this covid disaster (before we're even into that "two weeks to flatten the curve" nonsense) my husband has this idea; since he's employed in what's likely to be a "necessary" career field, and he'll therefore be going to work every day pretty much no matter what, (and perhaps even interacting with others with the disease while doing so) why not purchase one of those camper trailers for isolation? Really, I think this was a partial excuse to buy something he maybe wanted anyway, but I'll give him the benefit of doubt here. My husband is also a "dual purpose" kind of man, so this works from that particular mindset of his.

So in the short term it'll live in our driveway right next to our brick and mortar home, and should one of us have any serious symptoms, (or closely interact with somebody who does) the potentially sick or symptomatic one can always live there in isolation, until better. In all reality it most likely would have been him to be honest; as I ended up being home a lot; he even doing the grocery shopping for a while to keep me out of the stores and safe. So it's not a bad plan on the surface, (pretty loving and brilliant actually) and he easily sells me on it. People are also virtually giving away very lightly used trailers like the one we quickly bought, at least at first. Neither of us has a truck to move the thing though, so we enlisted a good friend with one, but more on this Ken fellow in a bit.

This trailer has heat, running hot water, a proper but small bathroom and kitchen, even solar panels with battery backup, so very nice for our purposes, overkill actually. At first it was plumbed and powered off of our home, but as I said, fortunately never used for it's intended covid-isolation purposes. It's a small but comfortable place to live remotely in a pinch though; designed around that purpose specifically for people who like to "camp" like that. Yes, I know, that's not real camping.

...So by 2023 covid isn't the thing it started out being; to the trusting maybe a bad and natural disease like it was initially sold to us as, but to the cynical perhaps something else. No judgements here, just two different ways of looking at the same situation. Anyway, our good friend Ken finds himself single again as an unintended collateral consequence of this covid thing, (like many others and likely as a direct result of being trapped in his house with his second wife 24/7) but we're obviously there for him as much as we can be; he's our friend, she's an accessory. We've known him since we were in school together, and in my case (with my future husband's quasi-encouragement) I've also "known" him a great many times, one on one. He's actually a wonderful adult playmate, in a friends with benefits fashion, but I digress...

So anyway, my husband gets something special from sharing me with Ken specifically, as odd as that sounds; but to fully explain that emotional position might take a very long narrative, and truthfully I'm not the best person to do so. Maybe it's just enough to say that we kind of accidentally slipped into it once back in the day, for purely sharing and loving purposes; and the sharing caught on for all three of us. And today, that same sharing perhaps has other purposes too, but I'm getting to that part. A great many things have more than one purpose for my husband, (just like the covid camper) it's just the way he's wired I suppose.

It's also cliché to say that sex with Ken back in the day was a best ever, but there was an obvious reason that I went back time and again to that particular well; and also a very good reason that I eventually married the man that I did instead. Hubby was and is a keeper, (I knew him first, few faults and all) but Ken was also a fantastic playmate back in the day; very good for my struggling ego back then too, just as I was for his...

So in the post-covid here and now, hubby and I have a two week vacation gift to ourselves booked early and paid for, down in the islands though. It's been years since we've gotten away on a proper vacation, and never once to the islands either. It's an expensive self-indulgence for all our hard work and sacrifice during the pandemic, and now we can even travel again. A cruise might be nice one day too, but maybe not yet, as being "trapped" on a ship with some other disease floating around still scares me, perhaps even irrationally so.

But what scares both of us more is leaving Ken behind at this particular point in his life, he's low enough that it would be impossible for us to have a good time ourselves while he's where he is mentally. Something else that's spiked since covid too; perfectly healthy people tragically taking an easy way out of their minor problems. One of our solutions to mitigate this risk with Ken was straight up insane, but my husband and I talk about this at length one night in bed, and he asked me to see if we can get a third seat on the plane for him, add him to our accommodations down in the islands.

Ken is a bit needy in this phase of his life, (but also courageously trying to hide it from us) and I don't like a "needy" Ken, it's out of character for him. He's masculine and naturally dominant, and this one eighty character change is troubling. He needs to get back in the proverbial saddle again, dig his proverbial spurs in and ride hard. Actually, after two failed marriages I think he might be done with matrimony, with actually owning the proverbial mount; but more on that in a bit.

...We had him at the house for a few days during the peak of summer, during the heat wave, and Ken and I even intimately reacquainted ourselves on our back deck one hot night. It was simply fantastic, but also frantically short and passionate with how out of practice we were with each other. It was still a bit more like the old Ken that I remembered though, however we'd also been seen by my young neighbor while doing the nasty out under the stars that night.

I told my husband the following morning what happened, because that's been our unwritten deal; I may have a theoretical "hall pass" but out of respect he's not to find out from somebody else. It didn't go like this once early on, and keeping that secret from him was something that haunted me... until I came clean with him years later.

Anyway, sharing what I've done, and with whom, is super reasonable, and in truth I don't really use my hall pass, other than with Ken, and only then when everything kind of clicks into place for us; which pretty much translates into Ken being single again. Even then it's rare, almost like a decadent desert after a fine holiday meal.

Anyway, my husband told me he noticed the way Ken and I were looking at each other that particular hot summer afternoon, and this also explains why he was making himself so small and unintrusive for Ken and I; again a form of nuanced encouragement from him. My husband and I have a complicated loving relationship, and no, this obviously wouldn't work for just anybody. The only thing he had to say on the matter was to ask why we didn't sneak into the camper for some privacy, and my blank stare was my answer; as in the literal heat of the moment I kind of forgot about it...

I find out days later that it's a hard no-go on adding Ken to our itinerary, things are booked up with the reduced flights post covid; we have "our" two seats on the plane and that's pretty much it. Stand-by maybe, but that will likely leave either him or my husband stranded in an airport, and that's enough to make anybody depressed. Then of course there is the three to a room designed for two thing, as the threesome thing in one bed with both men just isn't going to happen; it didn't happen as teens, it won't happen now. My fear then as well as now is that one man would be left doing the "doing" and the other the watching, or worse yet making himself scarce; so really not good for me these days either, let alone them. There is precedent for this "stuck watching thing" but again a different story.

"I can change just one of the names on the ticket?" my husband overhears me repeating back to the young woman on the phone, and his eyes lock mine; he licking his lips almost imperceptibly. We've been together forever, since high school, so it's like he can read my mind maybe; or was the airline representative just sensing something and pushing in a certain direction? Changes like this cost money, increasing their profit margin with zero further outlay on their end, it's just a few keystrokes; or so the cynic in me suggests.

"Here me out..." I tell my husband once off the phone, and I lay out my crazy concept, suggesting Ken take his paid-for place on vacation with me; but Ken obviously has to be on board for this one too. I'm smiling, my husband's oddly enough smiling too though, it's not a hard-sell at all; it's literally insane how much this mentally turns both of us on. We're shy on details at this point, it's just a potential lusty goal, maybe, but one my very giving husband will be paying the bulk of the cost for.

But, there's a very big part of my husband that so got off on this kind of thing back when we were teens even, and obviously a bit beyond that too; but in the here and now what about the neighbors? They'll know something's up, that somebody's in our home that shouldn't be there, as we've already told them that we're going on vacation for two weeks; as in we've hardly kept it a secret and please watch the house for us. We've always endeavored to keep our kinky games private though, or at least as private as possible; my youngish next door neighbor a recent unresolved complication to that goal.

A call to Ken from my phone with him on speaker soon has him telling me, really us, that we don't have to do this, that he'll be fine. Hubby and I share a look after hearing his tone, one that says "maybe not so fine." My husband nods his final approval hearing that tone, there will be other vacations, but there is only one Ken. Ken's been there for us too though, it's hardly a one sided friendship, but this is still a very loving gift for any man to give. My husband isn't just "any" man though, and not every woman would appreciate him either. So, if Ken agrees, my husband is going to not only willingly lend another man, Ken, his wife, but his seat on the plane too; for two weeks straight this time.

Now, in keeping with our well established pattern, my husband will at some point have to self-deport in some way, so that the door is then open for Ken to take his place. He gets off on this aspect of this sharing thing too, again not something for just anybody, but we're all a product of our experiences, and we've had some wild ones together.

So to make this somehow seem plausible, and not straight up insane, I have to get straight out into fantasyland; jump the proverbial shark. But every good fictional story also has an element or two of truth, as does this tale I'm about to tell...

So with my husband listening I tell Ken over the phone that my husband, (his good friend) has some problems with ED, like he's the poster-child for flobbly man bits erectile disfunction lately, at least ever since the doctors tried a new prescription on him. And, for me to take him (instead of Ken) on this trip means that I'll have to settle for doing it in virtual abstinence, or finding a local that doesn't mind taking care of a sexually frustrated wife a few times. I've said this last part with a chuckle, made it sound like a joke, as I'm not really looking to hook up with a vacationland anybody, I've never been that desperate; and the things one can catch also gives me pause.

"Give him a double dose of the blue pill and you kids go and have some fun" Ken advises magnanimously, and he's almost as good as the doctors here with his non-professional medical advice. But truth be told not all men can take that particular family of pills, and in my husband's case we both thought it might kill him the first and last time he took the blue ones, so a "hard" pass on that. I have no intention of collecting his life insurance like that, or for that matter any other way either.

Again, some truths mixed in with a good bit of embellishment, but Ken isn't necessarily buying it yet either...

"Is this true, or are you guys bullshitting me?" Ken asks. He can feel the love in this taboo offer though, hear what we're trying to make happen here. Perhaps our late night out under the stars hook-up even made a bit more sense to Ken now. My need that night was one hundred percent genuine though, as was his willingness to satisfy it after months of nonsense arguments and no sex with the ex-wife.

"Yes, I afraid it's true, buddy, I'm officially dickless" my husband chimes in with a somehow straight face. He's good at self-deprecating humor though, (it's sometimes on the verge of self-humiliation though, which I don't care for) but it's also his way of dealing with this nonsense; which at this point we're still hoping is temporary. Nobody had been really seeing doctors for a bulk of the pandemic, so this "condition" has been allowed to fester and persist, perhaps to the point of becoming a learned habit even. At first we didn't know if it was a real thing, or brought on by the stress of the covid nonsense, and the doctors still aren't sure themselves. Going to one for something like this isn't something that makes a man feel manly either...

What would crush many men he turns into a joke though. We're together forever, till death do us part, so he doesn't have to worry about me leaving him over this, or really anything. But, he now also has Ken to hand me off to again, so I'm not exactly going without full-contact manly attention here. I'd do without that in a heartbeat if I had to, (and to be sure there are other ways of fooling around as well) but my husband doesn't want me to go without, not with Ken so close, he's that kind of man. So, good for Ken, and good for me too, but at the apparent full cost of my generous husband.

...So, full disclosure here, we've played around with several chastity devices over the years, initially at my husband's suggestions while he was traveling for his job; but this was playful private fun for us as I was the only keyholder, nothing evil, serious, or obviously ever shared with anybody else; not even Ken. Back home when caged up he was very submissive and easily led though, so a good bit of fun for me in small doses, but a bit less than masculine too, (especially costumed as my French maid) which is what I tend to like in a man.

People change over time though, I know I have, so while this was surely different, it was still something I accepted. In fact, I had some playful fun with it every now and then, working him like my maid behind closed doors and shades, but exclusively out of sight of the neighbors too. This was our private game, (odd as it was) not something to be shared with pretty much anybody. A lingering residual effect of this temporary maid/chastity routine is that we more equally share the chores and cooking now, so a win-win for me as my husband has some serious skills in the kitchen. It's a de-stressor for him, and quite far from what he does for a living too.

Ken is from that earlier life though, the one that had me shared a bit more regularly with two very different men; and one single crazy insane night with four men. Ken knows us, and also knows this won't wreck our marriage; if the foursome didn't, nothing will. My husband's little problem isn't something to be shared with just anybody though, so while Ken is a lifelong friend, he's also getting let into a new kind of "secret" here that's "on the surface" difficult to share, humiliating even.

Not that I should ever take it this way, but there's always a tiny element for me of "what could I do different" with this rather wonderful husband of mine? Ken is there to let me know it's not me though, (that I'm quite desirable as a woman) so once again he's good for my ego here, but in this case perhaps at the expense of my loving husband's...

So, presented in this rather unique and creative way, Ken is potentially saving me from a sexless vacation with somebody I still love dearly, but we come full circle back to "what do we do with hubby?" Back in the day (when it was all hormones and curiosity, with few rational thoughts to temper them) we dumped my, back then, teenaged future husband off nude and handcuffed in the woods once, leaving him to find his own way back to our campsite while Ken and I got busy with each other. And trust me, that adventure was even hotter than it sounds on the surface.

Some months after that, and reading the proverbial room (and also knowing my guy got off on the treatment) we locked his naked ass outside Ken's cabin, chain and collared to a cable dog run like a naughty dog. We even locked him inside the dog kennel enclosure a time or two, as if it was his outdoor prison cell, to again occupy him while we were inside and occupied ourselves. It was great fun, and not serious or mean-spirited either, despite how it sounds now.

It may sound evil now, but trust me, we were all very into the experience back in the day, into the raw kink of it. So, this only had the appearance of being against my future husband's will; as in he was a willing player that came back for more time and again. So the precedent for Ken and I dumping him off someplace is already established, but not alone for two weeks straight, (that's a very big first) and not as a responsible "I have a good job and career" adult either. He can't simply stay home alone and pretend that everything's normal though, the neighbors would know something serious was up, and he can't go to work instead as that would raise red flags there as well. This vacation is already scheduled and paid for, and somebody needs to go on it, two somebodies in fact.

Two men, and two distinct and different needs...

Now another factor here that I've illuded to, but maybe needs to be further explained, is that for Ken and I to have our own private play time, my husband must become something less than my husband, (in today's terms) just like he had to temporarily become something less than my exclusive steady boyfriend back where we were teens. This was in the form of either locking him outside like our naughty pet dog, or made to disappear for a few hours in some other creative way. We actually marooned him overnight on a lake's tiny island once; it's a wild story...

There is just something to this odd "thing" that this cuckold relationship is; one must temporarily "vacate" the relationship so that the other, (almost exclusively Ken) can have me without manly competition. My husband doesn't really get jealous, specifically not with Ken ever, but for all this to still work he must further "self-deport" from the relationship for a bit; become something less to me (and to himself) so that Ken can become something more, and then we can have our naughty fun, pretty much guilt free.

It took me quite a while to sort this all out to be honest, (years) and to be sure I don't always one hundred percent get it even now, but it's just the way it is; and an impossibly small price to pay for being allowed to have something that most wives aren't. I have a stable, unconditionally loving husband, and a sometimes boyfriend as a special treat to rock my world like few men can; I'm truly having my cake, and eating it too! But truthfully now with Ken single again, I might be having my special dessert on a more regular basis; all as we endeavor to once again desert my husband someplace creative, check that submissive box for him.