I woke up feeling Karen's nude body lying next to mine, the night before was wild and erotic watching my bride of twenty seven years fuck two of my oldest friends. It had fulfilled her fantasy of having multiple partners and answered the question we both had, would I be jealous watching.
Like many late boomers, we had caught the end of the sexual revolution and felt we had missed something. We had done a little swinging since the kids moved out of the house, but always far away from home and never with our friends. She had had a schoolgirl lust for Lance since we were in college and Ed; well Ed had always lusted for Karen and was brass enough to say so. As we had snuggled into bed after that wild night, I told her this was her weekend, whatever she wanted; I would do my best to make it happen.
She mumbled something about being tired as I slipped out of the bed, pulled on my clothing, and stepped out into the brisk morning air. Even in August, the mountains of Montana get very chilly at daybreak and this morning it was down around fifty degrees. I lit a smoke then the camp stove, thought I would get the morning coffee going before the rest started getting up. Moving around the camp, I folded the blanket left on the picnic table the night before. Someone had built the table solid because it had gotten quite a workout last night and seemed none the worse for the wear.
"Mitchell" Lance spoke his greeting as he came out of the small pop-up tent he slept in, one of the few people who used my formal name, "coffee ready?
"Sir Lancelot," I looked over to see him stretch the kinks out of his back, having been friends for over forty years we were still very close even though we only got to see each other every year or two, "almost."
"How is our lady this morning?"
"Sleeping."
"So, are we ok... last night got pretty wild," Lance sat down in a chair waiting for my answer.
I poured us both a cup and handed him his, "There were time I felt like I should be jealous, but mostly it excited the hell out of me." He looked at me knowingly, not sure what to say. I took another sip and thought of the night before, "Wildest sex I ever was a part of," I remarked.
"Me too," Ed was crawling out of the camper shell on the back of his pickup, "but then I haven't had any real sex in ten years." Ed was divorced and almost celibate living alone and had a poor social life in general. He had admitted to me sometime back that he had pretty much given up on sex beyond his right hand and porno flicks. "Karen was amazing last night and she still has the best tits I've seen."
"Are you boys talking about me again?" Karen opened the door on the camper and stepped out; wearing sweat pants and jacket with her favorite nightshirt underneath it was a light see through number with spaghetti straps the jacket was open framing her breasts. Her hair still wet from the quick shower she had taken in the fifth wheel, the cool air hit her, and she started trying to zip up the jacket, then gave up and folded the two sides over closing the jacket.
Lance jumped up and handed her a cup of coffee, "You're our favorite subject," he laughed.
Karen took the coffee and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "Thank You." Coming over to where we sat she bent over giving Ed the same sort of kiss on the cheek then she came to me and gave me a long loving kiss. "So what are everyone's plans for the day?" she acted as if the night before had not happened, kind of, she kept giving each of us a funny shy smile as if there was a secret unspoken, but shared.
"I've got to run to town for supplies for next week." Lance had come straight to our camp from the work site; he would head back to work without a trip home. "If you need anything just give me a list." Lance builds bridges for a living so he travels most of Montana during the summer months and only gets home on weekends, work like that makes a body hard as a rock.
"I was going to check out the fishing in the area," Ed chimed in; he is our angler and took Karen with him often because she enjoyed fishing and I did not, "if you want to come along?" he suggested.
"Mitch?" Karen questioned me with a look as much as a question.
"Honey, you do what you want, I'm going to do some carving, then go on a photo hike." I answered her unasked question. My two hobbies are woodcarving and photography; they were my way to relax.
We ate a quick breakfast as the sun came out from behind the mountain and warmed up the day very quickly, it was going to be another scorcher. Lance headed to town, a two-hour drive, Ed and Karen grabbed their fishing gear and headed towards the river, as I sat down with my knives. Our camp was well off the beaten path and we had never seen anyone else here this time of year, about two miles from the nearest camping area we were well isolated. Karen had changed into some jean shorts and a halter-top, I noticed she had not put on a bra, but thought nothing of it; she often dressed this way when it was just the two of us.
I had been carving for an hour or so when I decided to take my walk. I took a different path than Karen and Ed, both paths lead to the river, but this one was longer and I had had good luck finding wildlife along its less used path. As I neared the river I spotted Ed fishing off some rocks, I like photographing people when they do not realize I am there, I hate posed shots.
I slipped quietly off the trail and put on my telephoto lens, it zoom up to 300mm so I could stay back and take the shot. Ed was casting into the stream, looking to his right up stream and talking to Karen who was just out of sight from where I stood. He laughed at something she said, sort of blushed, shrugged his shoulders and kept fishing. I moved down stream and on to a rock just inside the tree line where I could see the whole river and get photos of both of them fishing. They were having a good time, laughing and fishing, Karen was laying on a flat topped bolder fishing pole in hand soaking up the sun, she bum fished for lack of a better term, casting her line into a hole and letting it sit there hoping for a strike. Ed on the other hand was active casting the line into faster water and working the shallows, both systems worked for them. I snapped a couple photos of the two of them and their different styles of fishing.
Karen said something to Ed and he lifted his arms in an "I don't care" sort of gesture then shifted his casting up stream more in her direction, I watched as Karen cast her line in the pool and then wedged her pole between a couple rocks to hold it. She sat back on her rock looked around and spoke to him again, he looked in her direction as she pulled her shirt off and lay back on the boulder, her pale white breasts glistening in the sun. Ed's fishing style went right out the window, he was catching snags and casting wildly as he watched her... Those were some great photos! I framed Ed struggling to fish with Karen's half-nude body in the background, classic photos of the poor bastard.
I did understand his dilemma, Karen would often decide to 'soak up sun' while I was working in the backyard, always seemed to happen when I was doing something that needed my full attention. It always ended the same way, the two of us fucking on the lawn or on the patio. Her being naked outside served two fold, she enjoyed the sun and it got her juices flowing, which was always good for me.
Ed's fishing efforts got better when Karen rolled over to sun her back, he caught and released a couple fish, then said something to her, her fishing pole was jerking, she had caught something. At this point, I wish I had a video camera; it was truly exciting to watch her fishing topless, working the fish across the stream her breasts jiggling in the sun. She landed the big fish and placed it in her creel. Then just set her pole to the side, done fishing for now, Karen sat on top of her boulder watching and talking to Ed.
Through the lens in my camera I could tell Ed had a hard on, he kept adjusting his pants trying to make it comfortable. As he fished, he tried to ignore Karen and her bare breasts. I thought he was doing well until Karen stood up, unbuttoned her shorts, and dropped them to her feet. Now she had Ed's full attention and mine, she stood posing for him; her full figure was classic 50's nude beauty. She is not one of the skinny girls on the covers of the magazines today, but a busty with wide hips and a narrow waist, she is all woman.
His fishing was over; Ed simply stopped casting and stared, frozen in place. Moving towards him, Karen worked her way across the rocks, he did not move until she reached him. Then his hands went to the breasts he loved, as her hands undid his pants dropping them around his ankles.
