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Attached is part/chapter   5

Camping Delights  Ch. 5  (MF, Nc, Husband) By Meiraj@aol.com

Chapter 5.  Jill's diary for Saturday

When I woke up and came out of the tent the guys had gone on their
fishing expedition. Bonny came out of her tent shortly after words. We
went to the wash rooms, came back and started on cooking breakfast. I
was feeling very good, on top of the world, very happy and joyous,
enthused.  Something inside me was singing. The surroundings stood out
sharply and everything appeared in full focus. I felt like hugging
Bonny, and I did. I complemented her, how good she looked, how
beautiful she was, what a good friend she was. I told her how
beautiful and pleasant it felt to be there at the campsite. I wanted
to tell her what a good time I had the previous night, and how good my
hubby Johnny had been. I wanted her to have heard the noises from my
tent the previous night, I wanted her to fish it out of me.  But she
didn't. May be she thought it was none of her business. May be she
herself did not have good night, and she did not want to find out how
good it had been for me. But like a good friend, I wanted to share my
happiness with her. I went about it in a roundabout way. "So, was I
too loud last night?" I asked.

"Were you? I don't know. I must have fallen asleep very quickly. I
must have slept like a log. I don't know when Bill came in, or when he
left in the morning." She said, and she sounded very genuine.

"Come on, I am sure there was some YAKA MAKA WAKA TAKA PIKA PUKA BOOM
BOOM in your tent," I said teasingly with an understanding smile. 

"No, Jill, honestly. If there was, I must have slept through it.
Although I must say I have never slept through it." She said with a
honest look on her face.

"Well, it will be your turn to-night," I said definitively like a
prophecy.

"So, you must have had it good last night then; no wonder you are all
aglow this morning'" She said with a smile.  She looked happy that her
friend had had a good body-workout night. She continued, "Yes, you are
looking like you lost a couple of pounds. Good for you. You can pig
out to-day." 

"I didn't lose it my dear, I got it pounded off of me. What the camp
atmosphere has done to Johnny is nothing short of a wonder." I winked,
unable to contain the pleased contentment I had in me.

I could not help fussing on Johnny all morning. I kept remembering the
night and I felt thrills run through my body. I kept on licking the
memory of the night like it was an unending lollypop. I stuck glued
to him and pampered him to make him feel special and appreciated. But
I got the feeling he felt confused and at time absent minded. At times
he was looking or rather stating,  at Bill and Bonny  in a quizzical
way. Also I felt he was looking at me and looking at Bonny, as if he
was comparing us perhaps. 

After lunch I took him on a hike to find out what was going on his
mind. The scenery on the trail was simply breath taking. When we sat
down for a bit, he started talking bit by bit, and eventually wanted
my perspective on a problem, he said, that had been bothering him
since the morning. He was asking about a problem of a buddy of his,
that he had run into that morning at the campsite. Well, that is what
he said. But he was so vague and so evasive when I wanted him to tell
me more, in order for me to give my perspective. He doesn't realize I
can read his face and his voice like a book. Once I read between the
lines, I got an insight into my previous night. Little things that had
not added up suddenly fell in place. I realized for the first time
that I am not as smart as I think I am. 

Yes, I am wasn't smart or smart enough to have realized that it was
not Johnny that I was with last night. There had been an accidental
switch in the darkness. My tigress act had not helped things. It was
totally dark when the man came into the tent. I think he may have
tried to say something when I launched my 'tigress love act.'  But
because of my kiss attack and my victory in the battle of tongues, I
guess he couldn't get his words out, or forgot what he wanted to say
once things went beyond a certain point. And things do go fast in my
tigress act. 

Now things started adding up. For example, the different smell of his
after shave, the larger and muscular body build, his holding his index
finger on my lips to shoosh my moaning, and most of all the
comfortable fit his cock made in my pussy. They should have all made
me suspect something, I admit. But I don't know why I didn't. My
memory went back to how comfortably cuddled I felt in his arms.

....He was not my man, yes. But he was no stranger either. He was my
husband's friend. His wife Jill and I had become good friends. And was
he good!!!!!!!!!  Very good indeed!!!!!!!!!!  My thoughts raced in my
mind. Any good friend of my husband should have nothing but friendly
feelings from me. 'Sure, he has fucked me, rather got fucked by the
tigress in me. But I am not any stranger off the road; I am his good
friend's wife....

.... May be Johnny may have put him up to it, I don't know!!!  Johnny
has been saying he is not satisfied with his own performance, because
of his short thing-am-a-jig, even though I keep telling him length
does not matter. It is true Johnny is a bit too tight a fit for me.
But so what? 

As it began to sink in me that Bill and I had fucked each other, I
began to wonder how it happened that he came into my tent?  Then I
thought about Johnny, that he must have gone into Bonny's tent and
fucked her. My God! Is this what they call swapping/swinging? Did the
guys pull a switch? Did they think we wouldn't notice, or wouldn't
mind? Have they gone crazy? 

....May be it was not a swap. Just  a genuine mix-up in the darkness?
The two tents are identical and right next to each other. And the
lights off curfew had brought on total darkness suddenly. 

I had to turn things in my mind fast. While Johnny was posing his
imaginary buddy's problem. I remembered how last night I had taken his
friend's penis in my hand again and again, had wondered about and
mistakenly marveled at how Johnny  had  "loosened out", "elongated",
'slimmed, and trimmed."  I had played and played with it even after it
had done its job and had become flaccid, and had fallen asleep holding
it in my hand. 

Then I had woken up in the middle of the night, and played with the
penis again! I had made it taught and erect even as he was fast
asleep. Early morning erection I had thought. It had felt good, bit
longish and slimmer than my usual "short stop."  

My lips curled into a smile thinking about the pleasure I had had with
what I thought was  "Long Johnny Silver." It was bold and it felt
beautiful. I had taken full advantage of the early morning erection. I
had woken it up, and then he had woken up. It wanted to rise to the
occasion a second time, and this time like a good missionary.  And I
had yielded with pleasure.....  What a rascal that Bill is!!!! I
couldn't help a smile crossing my lips when I recalled thinking that
the camping had made my husband a two-zee man. I was wrong!

Anyway it was a fait accompli. The milk had been spilt, Bill's milk in
my pot. ....Johnny knows it now. .....Must have discovered the error
in the morning. That's what has been bothering him. But what about
him? Where was he? What did he do with Bonny? The so called 'mister
holy' is in a bigger hole, (I wondered if she was a bigger hole). He
would probably say,  "It didn't mean a thing" like men always say. I
could tell him the same! He would surely want understanding from me,
as I would from him....

My reminiscing about the night had to be short. Johnny needed advise,
to pass on to his buddy, as he put it. Under the guise of his buddy,
Johnny was actually asking  my opinion whether he should fuck Bonny,
to make Bill feel that the score was even. I was astounded that he was
consulting me on what to do. 

He didn't put it in so many words, nor was he direct. He thought I had
not sensed anything different last night. So, he didn't think I would
connect things. He was very circumspect in what he said. He made it
appear it was a problem that a buddy of his, he had run into in the
campsite, that had the problem. He said that his buddy's wife had
accidentally gotten laid by this buddy's best friend. And now the
buddy's friend, wanting to keep their friendship, wants the buddy to
go fuck his wife so things get righted.  Johnny was not clear in what
he was asking. He was stammering, blushing intermittantly and
generally uncomfortable. He is not a good actor at his best.  

What I got out of this is that he suspects that I got fucked by his
friend Bill. Now Bill has offered his wife on a silver platter for
Johnny to fuck and even out things.  Wow, what a noble gesture on
Bill's part. How many men are there who will offer their peach of a
wife even to a bosom friend. Huh? If more men were like Bill, there
would be fewer wars in this world. I felt proud of what Bill had done,
a sacrifice. 

It occurred to me that perhaps Bill's wanting to send Johnny to his
wife Bonny's tent tonight is because he wants to put up his flag in my
tent again! Oh, what a dear rascal. He is cooked up a pretext for
Johnny to be away from my tent. Wow, how clever of him. May be he
wants to experience the tigress show again!  And may be he thinks that
my goody goody husband will just lie next to his Bonny and fall
asleep.....Wait a minute. That means they are going to pretend who
they are not; they expect us girls not to notice that. and think that
we are with our own husbands.  OK boys, if you want to play that game,
we too can play the game. We will suck the old juices out of you, suck
you dry, to teach you not to fuck around.  Now how can I get that
stupid Bonny to play along?  She is still a baby, and may scream her
head off instead. May be I should give her a pep talk without spilling
the beans.... May be it is best if she does remain in the dark.  If
she can't figure out who is getting into her sauce, may be she
deserves to be dipped in, incognito.

Johnny?  What a wimp!  He wants my advice on whether he should get
even with Bill. I bet he is diffident about his little johnny. He is
hung up about size, like all guys are. Really, it is not bad, not bad
at all, especially if he is slow and gentle, and he has always had to
be slow and cautious, after he got a few skin cuts where it counts. I
didn't do it deliberately or anything. I don't think I was responsible
anyway, it used to be too tight. Still is sometimes.

It is nice that he asked my opinion. I know he thinks high of my views
and perspectives. He is really nice that way. Does not go off with a
half-cocked gun, or shoot stuff from below the belt. But why should I
be the one making all the decisions, be the one that wears the pants
in this family? Why can't he sometimes make the important decisions?  

But I don't like his dipstick coming back into my engine after it has
been in Bonny's engine.  I don't like contaminated dipsticks. They are
just not hygienic, no matter how much you wash them with soap. I wish
they made them disposable. But at the same time I don't want Johnny to
stay goody goody, while I go bady bady. That will make him put himself
a notch higher, on a pedestal, to sit in judgement on me, poor me, who
has given him the best years of my life. Her should be just as human
as anybody. Yes, I think he should go to Bonny's tent, fuck her and
square it with Bill. May be, if he does a good job of it, it will
build his confidence, not make him diffident about little johnny!!

So, I rendered my advice to Johnny, for his buddy as he put it. If he
took it, I feared that Bonny may find herself a surprise in her secret
safe. And she may over-react from the shock of it. I didn't want her
to kick up a scene.  So, I wanted to prepare her, just in case. 

Later in the afternoon, when I was talking to her, I steered our
conversation to give her some advice and a mental set, "You know
Bonny, if I have learned one thing from all my previous camping trips,
it is that one should be prepared for all kinds of surprises in life.
You don't know from day to day what comes your way. The important
thing is not to panic, not to make quick judgements or to over-react
to life's events."

I was serious, but Bonny was flippant, "Gee, that is heavy Jill! What
has brought on this philosophical wisdom. Did you eat some wild
mushrooms or something?" Bonny's eyes were wide open and a smile was
dancing on her lips. She probably couldn't connect my train of
thoughts, from the light chit-chat to sudden deep wisdom on life and
living. I was too eager to give her the right mental set. So I left it
at that saying to myself, what will be will be.

Outwardly I said, "Yea, you may say I took in a wild mushroom, or
something like that. (the mind flashed to imagine Bill with a mushroom
as his cock, and laughed). If you don't mind me becoming serious for a
minute, I think friends should share things as well as thoughts -
serious and silly. To come back to what I was saying,  I really
believe that the great spirit is responsible for what happens to us.
We shouldn't be quick to make judgements. In retrospect, things look
much different, and in proper proportions, than at the time."
Obviously I was unwilling to give up on her.

"I suppose! Thanks for sharing this thought, Jill. I will try to keep
it in mind. I am usually pretty cool and don't jump up and down when I
get banged with surprises," Bonny replied.  Inwardly I couldn't help
thinking that she just might get banged in the night with a short fat
surprise. 

By the time the evening arrived, I was keyed up from the uncertainty
of what was going to happen in the night. I knew Johnny was not a go
get-her. I have seen him look at Bonny as if she is an angel walking
on this earth. Is there a man who doesn't become soft  in front of an
angel.  He needed to think of her not as an angel but as angel cake,
so he would have an appetite to eat her. I knew I had to build a fire
in his pants.  Like they say, a wet-looking rooster has no sales
appeal. I thought I would make him have a sales-appeal to Bonny.  At
the same time she had to be prepared too. Otherwise, as the
koochikoochian proverb says, 'foopa pushimaka 0potapata beakaa  - a
bone forced into the pot will break it

So, after dinner I pulled them all into a Frisbee game. Slowly I
maneuvered us into two teams and paired Johnny with Bonny.  Luckily, I
don't know what got into Bonny, she spurred us to a double decker
team.  I don't know what it did to Johnny, but it certainly made my
juices flow. My feminine muscles started twitching, itching and
bitching. My tits felt tight and the heart went pounding. In fact it
had been beating faster all through the day. May be I had been feeling
angry at my indecisive, Mr. righteous, husband. 

Later, when we were going for shower, I said to Bonny, "That frisbee
game was quite a fun wasn't it? I hope you didn't mind my asking your
husband to carry me. I wanted to make Johnny a bit jealous. You know
husbands, when another man pays attention to their wives then their
juices start flowing."

"Really? Do you suppose Bill is that way too?," She wondered.  She
went on to say, "You can have my husband carry you to your heart's
content, as long as Johnny carries me."

Privately I couldn't help whispering to myself, "Your husband and I
carried each other last night, and I hope we will carry on to-night
too."  But I bit my tongue and said tongue in cheek, "You bet Bill got
jealous too. Mark my words, he is going to make love to you to-night
like he has never before."

"Oooo, that would be nice," She said. And we moved on to other topics.

 In the back of my mind I had a tune going, since the afternoon
conversation with Johnny.  A woman's only human She's flesh and blood
Just like a man.  And if I want to be a do right woman all day long, I
got to be a do it right woman all night long, And I am gonna be a do
it, do it, woman all night long.

I am the kind of person who believes in the saying  'what is done is
done.'  I also believe in what my daddy used to say,  'When it has
been done once, it may well be done again; And it should be done
better.' So my thoughts continuously drifted to doing it again and
doing it better.  I just didn't believe in paying lip service to such
deep truths. In fact I had not engaged in any lip-service at all the
previous night. Now that Johnny Long Silver had been identified, I
believed that the only right thing to do would be to pay lip service.
Would I get a chance? I did not know.  What was in the cards I did not
know even as darkness fell.  I retired to my pup-tent and Bonny to
hers.  I didn't know if I would be made to feel like a woman that
night. I couldn't guess if Bonny would be made to feel like a woman
that night. Oh, men are so unpredictable!

---------------------------------------------- Continued in Camping
Delights  Chapter 6. Johnny's Diary for Saturday night.  By
Meiraj@aol.com




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