(Acknowledgement: The outline for 'A Terrific Birthday Gift' popped into mind while I was reading Chicklet's tutorial essay, 'How To Skinny-Dip' that was first posted in Literotica's 'How To' grouping on July 10, 2002. Any who enjoy this story have Chicklet to thank as much as me. I only wrote it...Her essay provided the inspiration. Naturally, those who dislike this offering have only me to fault. Thanks much, Chicklet. Justin)
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For a break from our normal routine, my wife, Jenny, suggested we celebrate my forty-second birthday and go camping with some of her friends from work. Lin, our daughter, at nineteen, had yet to finish her first year in college although by early in May, she only had three weeks to go before coming home for the summer. Eighteen year-old Freddy was a senior in high school with about a month to go 'til graduation. Knowing there was no need to be concerned about leaving our son alone for the weekend, I agreed and Jenny went ahead and set up the trip with two other couples.
In those days, camping consisted of loading a slide-in camper into our pickup truck, packing the food and other necessities and driving away. One of the other couples, Jack and Francine, also had a pickup camper and they would bring Bill and Erica along with them. The six of us had visited socially on occasion so none of us were strangers and I had no qualms about spending a weekend camping with the group.
The ladies knew of a hot spring resort located about sixty miles from home and were fortunate enough to get reservations for the six of us. The plan was for all of us to travel separately and meet for dinner on Friday evening at a restaurant near the campground. All went according to plan and after eating dinner we drove the remaining distance to the resort and managed to get parked in a single spot that was large enough to accommodate both rigs.
Once the two campers were parked and set up, we were invited to join some other campers at their campfire and, as so often happens, someone broke out a couple of guitars. Soon everyone joined in singing old favorite songs that most were familiar enough with so we could sing along without too much difficulty.
An evening sing-along such as that usually involved munching snacks with frequent trips to the cooler box for beers or, for some, refills for frequently empty wine glasses. That Friday evening was no different and, by the time some of the older campers were ready for bed, the younger of us were just getting started. At some point, I came to realize my wife and the other women from our group had disappeared and when they had been away more than long enough for a trip to the bathroom, I wandered off to see what had become of them.
That particular resort was well known for its hot spring fed swimming pools and my wandering took me to the locked gate that gave access to the smaller of the two pools. The pool area was totally devoid of light and I have no idea why I lingered at the gate looking into the pool area but I did and before long, I heard a female snicker that sounded suspiciously like Francine although I suppose it could have been Jenny or Erica. Suddenly, a light bulb burst in my mind and I realized just where the women were. Suspecting my wife and the others were skinny-dipping, I took several minutes trying to find how they had gained entrance into the pool area.
Since the area outside the gate was backlit, the women were well aware of my presence and who I was so, finally, Francine whispered, "Hey Justin, just climb over the gate. That's how we got in; come on, it's easier than it looks." It required a bit of doing as the gate was constructed of chain link fencing and I was wearing a pair of flip flop sandals, not the best items to be wearing on one's feet when trying to secure a foothold on that type of fence material. Eventually, I got it figured out and joined the women on the pool deck where I quickly shed my clothing and sat with my legs dangling in the hot water of the pool. The visibility was still so poor that I was only able to identify each woman by the sound of her voice but, at that, I did manage to seat myself alongside Jenny with Francine immediately at my right.
Since Francine and Erica were seated between the backlit gate, and me I had no difficulty determining that they were, in fact, nude. After that, it took but a moment to confirm my suspicion that Jenny, too, was naked. Thinking it to dark to be observed, I began to let my hands roam freely over her body. Of course, checking to see if she had bothered to don a bathing suite gave me a wonderful excuse to take some liberties and play with her breasts and pussy and that was nothing new. Hell, after more than twenty years of marriage, I had had many opportunities to explore Jenny's naked form utilizing the Braille system.
That Jenny allowed me free access to her body while in the presence of the other women surprised me a bit. However, not wishing to look a gift horse in the mouth, I assumed she relied on the darkness to cover my amorous groping. That, and I convinced myself that several glasses of wine might have allayed her inhibitions. Anyhow, meeting no resistance, I continued my exploration of Jenny's physical charms unchecked.
I guess that raising two children in small towns, working, hunting and fishing for recreation and so on had kept me close to the straight and narrow. I suppose that if I had been sober and given any thought at all to what I was doing, I would have known full well that sitting between two naked women while fondling one of them would result in an erection. Perhaps I wasn't concerned because I hoped the darkness would provide all the cover necessary. What is much more likely, I was feeling frisky, didn't give a damn and secretly hoped the others would, somehow, see that I was aroused.
