(Sometimes I have fantasies that I could not and would not ever share with my hubby. They are just too naughty and over the edge. I am always shocked when one of these ultra-dirty scenes somehow invades my mind and captivates me. This brief story is one such fantasy. Michael will never know about it. I would NEVER act on it.
It is edgy arousals such as these that drove me to Lit. This is my safe place to release such forbidden thoughts and experience a cleansing, or further arousal, or ideally both! I advise that you do NOT read on if you prefer to keep your image of me in tact, that of a demur, faithful, shy but sexy, average wifey who loves her hubby dearly and takes delight in pleasing him, not betraying him.)
Michael and a few his buddies had plans for a day-long, deep-sea, fishing trip. He isn't much of a fisherman. For him, this annual trip was more about hanging out with the guys than it was about fishing. For the past five years, I was happy to see him off on his sea ventures with them. He always looked so cute in his fishing hat.
Unfortunately, this year's trip got scheduled on the same weekend Michael & I had marked on the calendar for our own getaway. So, we settled on a compromise that included a first for us; tent camping at a campground. The one we chose was less than a mile from the bay where he and the guys would board their fishing scooter. Michael said we would even bookend the weekend with a day on either side to make up for shared time lost to his fishing trip.
We both love the coast. But neither of us are much into camping. We have a place at the coast that is right on the beach. We spend a lot of time there. Camping was kind of a romantic idea though.
The week before the trip, we went shopping for a tent and other gear we figured we would need. It took me back in time to a few dates we had in college when we would pretend we were a married couple shopping in a store. It was the new, unchartered territory that gave it romance. That was the case now because there was nothing all that special about purchasing camping tent and gear!
Michael's fishing trip was on Saturday. They had to board the boat at the ungodly hour of 3am. This meant Friday night would be an early bedtime for him. So it was nice that we arrived on Thursday afternoon. Michael had executed a "practice" set-up of our new tent the day before back home, allowing us to work out the frustrations and irritations of the project ahead of time.
We looked proudly on our new tent staked to the ground. We proceeded to move in and got things arranged. What it lacked in the conveniences of our place at the coast it made up for with the romance of first-time experiences and the intimate setting. It was labeled as a "six man tent", but the two of us and our stuff covered the floor space.
I smiled as Michael laid out our sleeping bags, fully unzipped both, and then zipped them together.
That evening we discovered that neither of us were very good with camp stoves or kerosene lanterns. But as we cuddled with each other next to the campfire, I thought I could not have been happier. An hour later I retracted that thought as we cuddled with each other in our sleeping bags. Naked and "under the stars" we drifted off to a pleasant sleep after a delightful, soft, love-making experience that seemed to be as good as it gets.
Friday we slept in. Friday afternoon I took a nap. When I awoke, I heard Michael laughing and talking with someone. I peaked out the flap of our tent and saw him helping our "neighbors" put up their tent. I stretched and smiled as I watched him play the part of Mr. Fixit with this young couple who could not be any newer at tent building than Michael. He saw me and said, "Come on over here Kathleen and meet our neighbors."
I smiled and brushed my hands down my top and jeans, wiping away those naptime wrinkles as I walked toward them. I looked up and said, "Hi, I'm Kathleen."
The perky little wife extended her hand towards me and shook mine as she giggled, "Hi Kathleen. I'm Mary." She nodded at her hubby a few feet away, "and this is my husband, Joey." We exchanged brief pleasantries, then Joey got back to working with Michael on the tent.
Mary and I chatted. They were married for almost two years now; had no kids, yet. This was their first camping trip. As she spoke, her sparkling eyes matched her bubbly personality. She was adorable. Barely five feet tall, her pixie-girl looks were undeniable. Short blonde hair, slender hips, and a bustline I was certain Michael had already admired for being both perky and full.
Joey was no less a prize. I heard him mention to Michael something about having been a wrestler in high school. His body still appeared to be chiseled. His dark, wavey hair was cropped short and neat. His smoldering, brown eyes reminded me of puppy dog eyes. He and Mary made a cute couple.
Finally the guys finished the tent. Joey glanced at Mary to make sure they were in sync as he said to Michael, "Thanks for your help. Could we thank you by treating you to some campfire cooked hot dogs?"
Michael laughed as he said, "No need, Joey. Was happy to help. Besides, early night for me. I am heading out on a deep sea fishing trip at 3am tonight, or technically tomorrow morning."
Mary's eyes flinched with surprise as she looked at me and asked, "You are going deep sea fishing?"
"Me? Pfft, no way" I said, waving my hand playfully at Michael. "That's his thing. I will be here enjoying my leisure." We both giggled. And with that, Michael took my hand and pointed me down the road to initiate a nice walk together. We bid farewell to our new neighbors.
I quietly said to Michael, "What a cute couple."
He offered nothing more than a cursory "yes they are" as we walked on. He expressed not another thought to me about them. My mind was not so removed from them.
As nighttime fell upon us, Michael was preparing for his early bedtime and early rise, getting all his gear arranged and ready to go. With everything finally in order, he sighed, "bed time for me." I was way too alert to join him. He kissed me goodnight and said, "I guess it is safe to say that I won't see you in the morning, but I will see you about 4pm tomorrow." He kissed me again, then retired to the tent. I curled up with a book on my new camping chair next to the glow of our new kerosene lantern.
Perhaps an hour or so later, I set my book down. I dimmed the lantern so that it was burning on the lower setting. I stood up and began to walk towards the restrooms. As I listened to the crunching ground beneath my feet, I felt so conspicuous. All was quiet for the night as I crossed in front of Joey's & Mary's tent.
After using the facilities, I made my way back. The bright lights of the restroom made it challenging at first as I stepped out into the darkness. As my eyes slowly adjusted, I recognized that I was off course just a little bit. I curved back in the right direction.
This is where the fork in the road appeared. To my right was reality. It took me back to my chair. To the left was my fantasy. Allow me to not bore you with reality and share with you what awaited me on the left....
My course correction had delivered me just behind Joey & Mary's tent. When I realized this, I tip-toed quietly so as not to disturb or alarm them. My feet, soft as feathers floating to the ground, made not a peep. So quiet was I in fact, that I could hear a rustling sound inside of their tent.
I froze. A few seconds later, Mary's playful giggle tickled my ears. For a split second, I feared the worse; perhaps they had heard me or seen me. Before I could even begin to prepare my apology, I heard three successive smacking sounds from their tent. I knew exactly what those sounds were. They were the sounds of passionate kissing.
I remained frozen in place. My ears trained in on them, perhaps voyeuristic, but innocently wanting to hear just a little bit more. The more I heard, the more I wanted to hear. My feathery feet moved closer to the edge of their tent. My eyes dared to join the target of my ears.
My kerosene lamp which I had left dimly glowing, was in a straight line from me directly on the other side of their tent. Faint, but effective, it cast its light through the sheer nylon fabric of their tent. I could faintly make out their bodies. I stood in the darkness... they could not see me, but I could see them.
I shivered. They were on top of their sleeping bag. They both were naked. The first definitive image that greeted my eyes was Joey's firm ass as he laid on top of Mary. I did not look away.
I watched and listened as I felt a surge of arousal that began to consume me. I worried that someone might see me, but I was mesmerized.
They rolled over, Mary now on top, startling me as they moved up against the side of the tent where I stood. Mary sat up, straddling Joey's firm body. I saw that Joey's cock was still penetrating her pussy as his hands reached up and fondled those nearly perfect, perky, pixie-girl breasts.
Suddenly I felt a pang of guilt sharp enough to bring me to my senses. My conscience could bear no more. This was wrong! I had to pry my eyes and ears away. My silent struggle was intense. I managed to do the right thing though. I took a step back, fully intending to move away and never ever do something like this again.
My feathery foot made a mistake though. It landed on a dry leave crumpled on the ground rather than smooth, silent soil. The crackle sounded to me like a firecracker going off! Before I could move, Joey's hand reached over and quickly unzipped the window flap enough for him to peak out.
I was caught! "Kathleen?" he asked with a tone of confusion. I could not say a word. I did not know what word to even say.
He repeated, "Kathleen, is that you?" I looked at his eyes through the sliver in the tent window. It registered for him. "Oh my god, it is you."
I braced for what was sure to be one of the most embarrassing moments and deserved rebukes in my life. Instead, I was confronted by a second pair of eyes peeping at me through the tent window. "Hello, Kathleen." Mary's sing-song voice was anything but judgmental. In fact, it was welcoming.
My mouth opened, but still no words. Michael tugged the zipper to the flap open further so both he and Mary's faces were visible to me. His voice carried the timber of concern as he asked, "Kathleen, are you okay?"
Finally able to release at least a few words to them, I mumbled quietly, "I am sooo sorry. I was just..."
Mary smiled at me and interrupted before I could grouse another word, "It's okay." If blushing had a tone of voice, it would sound exactly like the tone that floated her next words to my ears.
"We kind of like it... you watching us."
