Steve finished packing the camper with a sigh, shoving the last of Kylie's suitcases into the storage bin. Why the woman had to bring so much
stuff
was beyond him, but given his plans for the trip, he was already in a good mood and in no state of mind to complain. They'd borrowed the camper from a friend, and Steve had every intention of returning it absolutely dripping with cum. His, and the special arrangement he'd made for Kylie.
She was whining about having to go; camping really wasn't her thing, hence the multiple bags containing all the 'necessities' she claimed to need for her vacation in the middle of nowhere. Personally, Steve thought she was just being stubborn, but he knew she'd change her mind once she got to their destination and saw what was in store. And tonight, oh tonight... he was finally ready to reveal himself to Kylie.
"Strap yourself in!" he exclaimed to his wife, as she glared at him and carefully fastened her seatbelt so as not to smudge her nails.
"I can't believe you're making me do this," she said. "You know how much I was looking forward to the Grable's party tonight!"
Steve merely shrugged. He knew his wife thought very little of him, and had only married him for his money, but she was so hot he didn't care.
She spent most of the trip looking out the window, pointedly ignoring him, or fussing over her hair in the sun visor mirror, declaring that the humidity did absolutely nothing for her. Steve ignored all, his sole thoughts on tonight.
When they reached the campground, Steve went about the business of getting the camper all plugged in and hooked up, while Kylie sat back and complained some more. Steve set about lighting the campfire, with plenty of help from the flame logs and lighter fluid. He was no master fire-starter, that was for certain. Once he had a nice toasty fire going, he managed to entice Kylie down to it with the promise of S'mores. It must have appealed to her inner child, for she actually seemed to enjoy roasting the marshmallows and making little graham cracker sandwiches out of them. They even shared a few laughs as Steve's marshmallows caught fire.
Before long, two men approached their fire.
"Mind if we sit and warm ourselves?" asked the first one. Kylie stiffened, no doubt nervous, but Steve nodded his assent.
"Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen!" he exclaimed.
"Steve!" hissed Kylie. "What are you doing? We don't know them! They could be... Axe-murderers or something!"