A light trickling of water against the side of the canoe wakes James from his deep sleep. There's a moment before he regains consciousness and realizes where he is, feeling the gentle rocking of the river. He opens his eyes, looking up at blue sky, a thin scattering of clouds casually drift by. The can of nearly full beer still clutched in his hands feels piss warm.
He hears Olivia's voice but it's distant. Much further than the tether cord tying them together should have allowed. Her casual tone reassures him of her safety before panic even gets a chance to set in. The river around him is unfamiliar, nothing like where they were before he had dozed off.
"Jesus. How long was I out for?" He wonders.
Searching for the source of his wife's voice he sees a cluster of canoes which looks to be a couple of hundred feet away floating nearer to the rocky shoreline. With a sigh of relief he sees that her tube is floating alongside one of the canoes and begins paddling in their direction.
As he gets closer he notices that it's the eight young men that they had seen at the lodge and that they must have caught up with he and Olivia while they floated on the current.
As he approaches a little closer he notices that she has replaced her bikini top.
"Of course she has. She's not THAT wild." He mutters under his breath.
Still too far to make out their conversation he notices that her shapely, tanned leg is hanging over the edge and inside one of the canoes to keep her and her tube from floating away. The young man she's chatting with, a topless, tanned and fit looking guy in sunglasses and backwards ball cap has his hand on the inner thigh of the leg in his canoe seemingly to "help keep her in place." His hand slowly rubs up and down across her oiled skin.
James suddenly feels that familiar mix of feelings flash through him. That strange bouquet of emotions that struck when he watched his wife accepting the attention of another man flirting with her. A curious twinge of jealousy, anger, primal lust and excitement that drove him wild and demanded his complete engagement and attention. It drove him wild. He craved it.
He freezes in place, gently resting his paddle on the canoe's edge and silently gliding through the cool water in hopes of not being noticed as he wanted to see just how far up his wife's thigh the stranger's hand would wander. Would she shoo him away? Would she let him explore further? Would she pull her bikini aside and allow access to her sweet pussy which would surely be dripping wet?
James is disappointed when his presence is detected by one of the group.
"Oh there he is!" Olivia exclaims. "My knight in shining armour has finally awakened to rescue me!"
The stranger quickly removes his hand from Olivia's inner thigh.
"How's it going sleeping beauty? I thought you were never going to wake up." Olivia teases.
"I guess your knot must have untied eh babe?" James asks half accusingly.
"You know how bad I am at tying knots." She replies with a wink. "Everyone this is my husband James, James...everyone."
James greets the group and they chat for a few minutes. He asks if they're doing the entire river and staying the night at the halfway point or being picked up there at the end of the day.
"They're doing the full run and camping overnight at the halfway point with us!" Olivia pipes in excitedly.
James's gut does a somersault when he notices the twinkle in Olivia's eye and hears the excitement in her voice as he considers the possibilities of what the day might bring.
Olivia climbs back into their canoe, making an obvious show of her ass as she crawls over the packs. She says goodbye and deflates the tube while James paddles away from the group. She stares back hungrily at them and waves.
Following a beautiful afternoon on the river the couple finally arrive at the halfway point campsite. It's nestled inside a bend in the river and they notice that there is already a canoe pulled up on shore and a tent set up occupied by another couple, maybe ten or fifteen years older. Olivia and James hit the shoreline and pull their canoe up onto dry land.
"I'll find us a spot to set up." Olivia says gleefully, grabbing her pack and the tent.
She walks past the large communal stoned in fire pit and past the couple's tent where she greets them as she walks by to find the familiar spot they had used in previous seasons. The ground of the campsite is well packed and crawling with gnarly exposed roots of large pine trees which tower overhead, providing cool shade and protection from the hot sun.
Having located the cozy spot Olivia sets up the tent while James stops to chat with the couple on the way up from the river. He gives them a heads up about the group of young men that will soon be showing up and will probably have had quite a bit to drink already. It could be a wild night.
Glancing over to see that Olivia has already set up the tent and that she is nowhere to be seen he walks over to check on her. Approaching the open front of the tent he is pleasantly surprised to find Olivia, fully naked and laying on her outspread bed roll with her legs open wide and fingering her pussy. She pulls her wet fingers from inside of her, sucks them clean and beckons James into the tent with a "come here" motion of her hand. He enthusiastically scrambles into the tent and goes to zip the door closed behind him but Olivia sits up and pulls him on top of her.
"Don't bother." She whispers. "Wouldn't it be fun to get caught?"
Before James can object she pushes his head down her body until his face is level with her pussy. Grasping his hair in her hands she grinds herself against his mouth, gyrating her hips and softly moaning as James licks and sucks at her clit.
"I just couldn't wait another minute to pleasure myself." Olivia groans. "I was SO turned on from all the attention I got from those young men on the river. The way I kept catching them staring at my body. The way that Dan was touching my leg."
"Dan was his name, was it"? James removes his mouth from Olivia's clean shaven pussy just long enough to ask.
