Hi, I thought I'd share this story about my wife and I, which strangely turned sexual. Whenever I've told it to anyone else they just laugh, pat me on the back and shake their heads. My name is Gary, I am 34 and a pretty average looking guy; my 24 year old wife Rachel is very cute (has chubby cheeks that are usually rosy), 5'1", slim, with pert B cup breasts and long brown hair usually kept in a ponytail.
We both enjoyed long walking holidays and were attempting to complete the West Highland Way in Scotland, sometime in the early 1990's. The weather was supposed to be favourable, dry and not too warm. However, well into our third day walk it started pouring down and the temperature plummeted; we were still about ten miles from our planned B&B accommodation. We continued walking in the cold rain for over a hour, even my expensive Gore-Tex waterproofs leaked through and soaked everything I was wearing.
I knew from studying the map that there was a bothy, six miles from the B&B, so I was anxiously looking out for it as we made the miserable four mile trudge: Not another person in sight.
The bothy finally came into view, I started to run, Rachel tried to as well but stumbled and fell; I helped her up and put my arm around her chest as support. I also removed the backpack she had on and slung it over my left shoulder. I then half carried my sobbing wife to what was hopefully a dry shelter.
There were two benches in the small stone building, designed only to provide temporary shelter, maybe enough space for five or six people to lie down on the floor, and no heating.
We burst in and I immediately sat Rachel on the unoccupied bench, she was shivering badly, still sobbing gently and all colour had left her face. I wanted to help her immediately, but I was feeling the cold as well and had to get to point where I wasn't going to pass out; and be totally useless.
A large man wrapped in a towel was on the other bench, I briefly spotted his large red beard before concentrating on our own problem. Needing to get dry I threw both our backpacks down and started stripping; I was naked and despite the cold was feeling well enough to be of use to Rachel, my wife was still struggling having only got her Jacket and jumper off; I jumped into action pulling off Rachel's t-shirt, boots, socks, waterproof trousers and trousers. My wife was now only wearing a bra and knickers, I though about just digging out a towel for her but knew I couldn't leave her in any wet clothes.
In Rachel's seated position and me in front of her, surely this guy wouldn't see much; I reached behind her and unclasped the bra removing it before quickly pulling her knickers off. I done my best to block the other guys view while I fished out a towel from my bag, it was wet and cold along with most things in there. I checked her bag: the same, fuck; I had to think fast, my wife was shivering real bad and needed heat.
Then I remembered, our sleeping bags were in a separate plastic lined compartment, I got both them out. I had to break cover to join the single bags into one big sleeping bag. Rachel was in no state to cover herself or care if someone looked, so the guy must have got a good look while I worked.
I flattened the open sleeping bag onto the concrete floor and helped my wife to lie down in it, I got in front of her and after zipping it up I pulled Rachel close to me. I could now feel how badly she was shaking, I hugged her in tight and hoped she would feel better soon.
After what felt like hours, but was probably fifteen minutes, my wife was still shivering as badly; maybe I should have only used one bag because there was a big space behind her, probably full of cold air.
I had a thousand thoughts of what to do, then looked at the guy still sitting there.
"Please can you help?" I pleaded at the stranger, "my wife is cold, shivering real bad, she could die."
"Of course, what do you need me to do?" He politely replied, in a deep Scottish accent, while rising from his seated position. He was over 6 feet tall and had a lot of red hair, all over his body (I was assuming under the towel was the same as what I could see)
Fighting off any feeling of dread, for the sake of Rachel, I hurriedly said, "I need your body heat; my wife needs it, there's too much cold air behind her."
The guy, unsure about the request added, "Huh?...em...you want me to get in there with you and your Mrs? While your both naked?"
"Yes, please, quick, get in now," I frantically ordered him. "Oh, is your towel dry?"
The stranger had started to approach, then stopped to reply, "It isn't, I was lucky it stayed dry in my bag, but now its damp through and getting a bit cold to be honest"
I didn't even pause to consider what attire he had on underneath, demanding him, "Lose it and get in, my wife needs the heat"
He made serious eye contact with me, stating, "I'm naked under here; like you, are you sure?"
I held the eye contact and let him know that I was deadly serious, "I don't care, your junk on my wife's back is better than her getting hypothermia, nothing will happen, this is life and death"
"Okay, I'm coming in," the stranger said, with a slight hint of overacting heroism, as he threw the sodden towel on the bench and approached us.
I could now see that, as I had assumed, he was very hairy under the towel too, with a large bush of red hair around his flaccid penis. My fears were slightly eased at his cock being soft, as I was then happy that he wasn't some pervert that got off on naked shivering women.
The stranger climbed into the sleeping bag and hugged Rachel from the back, I was hugging her at chest height so he hugged at waist height; I could feel his hairy arms on my abdomen and his chest hair against my hands.
The three of us stayed like this for about ten minutes; there was no talking just Rachels whimpers while she struggled to gain the benefit of the heat from the two men hugging her. Then all of a sudden my wife moved her left leg on top of my legs.
"Are you okay babe? What's with the leg move?" I asked gently, hoping this meant she had fully recovered.
