Tom had just exhaled a lungful of smoke, the tall flames from the fire pit flicked out as it disappeared into the night sky. He turned his head to his left as his wife, Mary, slowly let the smoke drift from her mouth. He felt a comfortable buzz as he surveyed the rest of his camping buddies.
There were four other couples there tonight. The four other women and three of the guys were all childhood friends of Mary. Stan and Tom were outsiders that had married into the group. For the most part, Tom liked Mary's friends and usually had a good time with them when they all got together.
Mary's best friend, Annie, and her husband John, were the host for this outing. Annie had inherited a lake house from her grandparents and she and John had modernized it quite a bit. The house had five bedrooms and 3 full bathrooms, a large kitchen, and a huge great room with a massive fireplace.
The house sat about 50 yards from a nice-sized lake. The cabin's boat dock sat in a small cove flanked by tall pines and heavy shrubs. The greenery afforded a great deal of privacy from all the other cabins and about 90% of the lake.
A small flat clearing made the perfect place for the fire pit. 2-foot diameter logs had been laid out in a hexagon around the huge fire pit. Tom leaned his head back against the log and looked up at the starry sky.
"Man, you sure can see a lot more stars out here than from my deck back home."
"Oh Tom, you should see it from the middle of the lake," Annie said. "The fire kinda blocks out some of them here."
Sam took another hit on the joint she was holding, before snuggling into her husband. "This place is really beautiful, I always loved coming out here with Annie during summer break." She paused and chuckled a bit, "We had some fun times out here, didn't we gang."
The eight hometown folks chuckled and Tom heard Mary giggle. He turned to her, his ears perked up, he was familiar with that giggle. It was her "I've done something naughty" giggle. He wasn't going to let it pass.
"Oh? And just how much FUN were those fun times?"
The homies looked at each other, grinning, but no one spoke.
Tom looked around at the now slightly embarrassed faces of the eight. "Well, Stan, it looks like the homies are keeping secrets from us," Tom said in a joking voice.
After an awkward pause, Mary placed a hand on his arm and leaned into him as she forcefully whispered, "Let it go, Tom."
Tom was taken aback by Mary's stern tone. He had just been joking, thinking maybe there had been a drunken party or two where someone embarrassed themselves. Now, suddenly he was worried it was something more. His mind raced back over the five years he had known Mary and he could not recall her ever mentioning anything about a lake party.
Stan, who had had several beers, missed the signals from Mary and Tom's interaction. He waved a beer in the air, "Okay Sam, tell us about some of these parties you guys had. Did you all go skinny dipping or something?" His words were a little slurred but clear enough for everyone to understand.
Sam looked at her friends and then said, "Yeah that was it, skinny dipping, but that was a long time ago. ... Now who wants to do some s'mores?"
Her distraction worked and Stan helped her slide some marshmallows onto several sticks and then pass them around.
Tom handed a stick to Mary and raised a questioning eyebrow. She smiled a thin smile and thanked him. Tom looked around at the nervous, uncomfortable faces of the eight homies and knew he'd have to quiz Mary when they got back to their room.
"Okay, what the fuck," Stan exclaimed to the group. "Something happened. You may as well just tell us and get it over with!" ...He turned to his wife, "Susan?"
She looked at him and then the others. Annie nodded at her.
"Stan, it was long before we met you two guys. It started the summer we graduated high school. We were here celebrating Annie's birthday. She was the last of us to turn 18. We partied pretty hard and things got crazy. We all ended up naked and ... well, stuff happened."
Stan gaped at his wife, "You had an orgy? All of you?" Red-faced, Susan nodded.
Stan gaped at Rick, Steve, and Brad, "You three? You did all five of them?" The three men just studied the fire without speaking.
"And none of you were ever going to tell me, were you?" Stan looked at Tom, "Did you know about this?"
Stan could see the shock on his face, as Tom glared at his wife. "No, my loving wife failed to mention she had fucked all of our friends! I'm sure they have all shared a few laughs at our expense, Stan."
Tom stood and stormed off. Mary jumped up and ran after him. She caught up with him just as he entered the house.
"Tom! Wait! Let me explain."
Tom went through the front door and quickly climbed the stairs heading for their assigned bedroom. He pushed open the door, grabbed his suitcase, and threw it on the bed just as Mary burst into the room.
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like? I'm leaving! I can't stay here now. Jesus, Mary, how could you have kept something like that from me? We see those guys all the time. They have been guest in my home. Don't you think I would have liked to know they were all your former fuck buddies!"
"What difference does it make? You had several girlfriends before we met. You told me you slept around a lot in school. We both have a history, so what?"
"Yes, I've had other women, but you've never met them, they don't come to our house, and I've never tried to hide any of them from you!"
"I'm sorry, I was afraid it would make you uncomfortable and we all swore we'd never talk about it. ... Fucking Sam."
"Mary, don't you get it? It's disrespectful! For five years you have had me hanging out with those guys. You owed it to me to tell me the truth about them. How am I ever supposed to look at them the same way, knowing they all slept with my wife?"
Mary clung to him, "Please, Tom, they've been around for five years and no one has ever said anything. No one wants to embarrass you, they all love you. Please, baby, you can't go. You've been smoking, you can't drive. Please, just stay here tonight and we can leave in the morning."
It frustrated him, but Tom knew she was right. He was too buzzed to be driving, especially on the dark country roads that surrounded the lake. He sighed and pulled the suitcase off the bed. "I need a shower."
Tom walked across the hall to the bathroom. He stripped off and got in. He had just begun shampooing his hair when Mary stepped into the shower. "What the...?"
"Please, Tom, don't kick me out." Mary began to rub soap onto his chest and then soaped a washcloth. She washed his upper body and then knelt to wash his legs. Tom remained motionless and let her wash him without speaking.
She brought the cloth up and began to wash his dick. She shifted the washcloth to his balls but used her other hand to slowly stroke him. She rubbed the cloth over his ass as she stroked him faster. Tom had his head back and his eyes closed.
Mary dropped the cloth and cupped his balls as she pumped his hard cock. She dumped some water on him to rinse his dick and then whispered. "Please, baby."
