Note: This piece accompanies my previous submission, "The Hiker". This is my wife's take on the same scenario (a married couple encounters a handsome hiker on a secluded hiking trail).
The Hike
"Hey, Lily, where are the trekking poles?" Garrett hollers, hoping Lily can hear him from the garage. He sorts through the various camping and hiking gear in the storage closet, but still comes up empty handed. He pulls on one of the drawers, but it gets stuck, canted at the wrong angle. The rickety wooden built-in was there when Garrett and Lily bought the house, the year before they got married, and is made of cheap wood and slapped with a coat of white paint, now long turned a dingy gray over the years. He shoves on the drawer on one side, trying to realign it in.
"Ow! Shit!" Garrett looks at his thumb and sees a thick wooden splinter. Giving up on the poles, he goes inside in search of tweezers. As he walks through the house to the bathroom, he tries to get a hold of the end of the sliver of wood to pull it out. He rounds the corner, looking down at this thumb and opens the bathroom door absentmindedly. He quickly looks up, realizing that Lily is already in there. She's mostly naked, with only a tight black sports bra on and arranging the string of a thong neatly inside her ass cheeks.
"Hey!" she shrieks, clearly embarrassed.
"Well, that is an interesting choice of underwear for a hiking trip." He smiles at her, leaning on the door jam.
"I was going to surprise you with them later today, if we were the only ones at the waterfall," Lily answers, pulling on a pair of leggings. She turns towards the mirror and starts pulling her long, dark hair into a ponytail.
"Whoa, that is pretty daring of you, Lily," Garrett says. He likes the way her leggings leave little to the imagination and stares at the curve of her ass. "And considering we have been the only ones there at other times, I think I might get lucky. Or, I can maybe get a little lucky right now," Garrett pushes himself off the door jam and walks the rest of the way into the bathroom, until his front is pressed against her backside and she is trapped against the vanity.
Lily rolls her eyes. "Nice line," but she is smiling at him, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
Garret wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving him the permission he is hoping for. He presses warm kisses to her neck and then latches on to her earlobe, with a gentle bite. Their height difference is considerable. Garret must lean his tall 6 foot 4 inch frame down to reach her neck. He is able to easily bring his right hand over her shoulder, across her chest, and then inside the stretchy fabric of her bra. Her nipples are already hard, and he feels his cock tighten knowing she is aroused. His mouth is still on her neck, but he looks up at her in the mirror, meeting her eyes, and then pops one of her small but shapely breasts out of the top of the bra. They both look at her breast in the mirror, seeing her erect nipple, which he squeezes with his thumb and index finger, making Lily squirm and her mouth open with an inhale. But Garrett, forgetting about the splinter, starts from the pain of it. He tries to ignore it, but Lily notices and asks, "What's wrong?" furrowing her brow.
"Nothing, just a splinter," Garret replies, and cups her breast fully into the palm of his hand.
Lily turns around, causing his hand to drop from her breast, and neatly tucks it back inside her bra.
"There is no way we are going to leave that hanging," groans Garrett.
"Unfortunately for you, it is getting late and we need to get to the trail so we will have time to spend at the waterfall. This hike is the main thing we have planned for our anniversary and I don't want it spoiled." She is already pulling the tweezers out of the drawer. She pushes herself up to sit on the vanity and demands, "Hand," with her own hand outstretched, palm up.
Garret sighs deeply, but grudgingly places his hand, also palm up, into her hand, exposing the splinter. Lily bends over, and they are both quiet as she concentrates on his thumb. He feels the metal of the tweezers graze the splinter.
"Got it," she says, holding up the splinter in the light for him to see.
"Thanks," he replies, a bit flatly.
"Oh, poor baby," she laughs. She pulls him towards her by his hand, and wraps her lips around his thumb and sucks. With her free hand, she reaches out and strokes his length that is still stiff and very noticeable through the thin fabric of his hiking pants. Garrett groans, settling in between her thighs. He runs his hands up the side of her leg, follows the crease at her hips, and slides his hand to her inner thigh, brushing his fingers along the seam of her leggings right over the center of her pussy. Lily sucks in a breath around his thumb, and pushes her hips forward against his fingers. Then she pushes him away, hops off the vanity, and says "We better hit the road!" She grabs her tank top and pulls it over her head as she leaves the bathroom.
"You have got to be kidding me!" he yells as she disappears around the corner, but all he hears is her laughing. Standing with his hand on his hips, facing the mirror, he can see the clear evidence of his arousal in the mirror. Unashamedly, he reaches his hand inside his pants, strokes himself up and down the length, slowly adding pressure, and rubs his thumb over the head of his cock, and he lets out a soft groan.
"Garret, where are our trekking poles?" Lily yells from the other side of the house.
He sighs loudly, then he readjusts himself and goes to help Lily find the fucking trekking poles.
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Lily is humming to the song on the radio, swaying a bit and making eyes at Garrett, playfully. They are half way through their drive to the trailhead and should be there within the hour.
"Do you even know the words to this song?" Garrett asks, smiling.
Lily just rolls her eyes and keeps on humming.
"I am pretty sure this is a song about a threesome," he continues.
"No, it's not!" Lily argues. "This is just a song about friends hanging out. It's 13 Full Moons!"
"I know they were your favorite band in high school, but they are not as wholesome as you may think," he says. "There are two here now, but need one more. Best vantage point is from the floor." He raises his eyebrows at her in a this should be obvious kind of look.
"No, that isn't what they mean!" she laughs. "They are just watching a movie. That one lyric is something like "favorite on the screen, flickering light across our scene."
"Yeah, they have a porno on, Lily."
"No, they don't."
"Yes," he laughs. "I promise you. Look it up."
Lily pulls out her phone and begins to type on her screen. Garrett exits the interstate and begins looking out for the county road they will need to take to get to the trail head.
"Oh my god! I had no idea!" She is laughing, her hand over her mouth as she stares at the screen on her phone. "Well, I still like the song."
The song changes and they both listen to the music, taking in the scenery. Not talking, just comfortable listening and enjoying the drive.
After a little while, Garrett asks, "So what do you think about threesomes? Ever experiment in high school or college?" They have been married for five years and dated for a couple of years before that, at the tail end of college. Garrett feels like he knows pretty much all of her secrets, but is curious if maybe she will admit to something she hasn't been willing to share before.
"No!" She answers. "That's just your fantasy talking."
Garrett can tell she is embarrassed and wonders if she is telling the full truth or if she maybe has her own secret threesome fantasy.
"You know," he says. "I think our sex life is hot, and I am totally satisfied, but I wouldn't be against adding in something a bit more daring." He glances over at her, trying to gauge her reaction while also watching the road. She lets out a soft laugh, but doesn't immediately answer. He waits, wondering if she will say anything. After a long minute, she replies.
"What would you be interested in, exactly?"