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Authors name: Snake (snake138@hotmail.com)
Story title : Camping with the In-laws

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WARNING:  The following story is intended only for 
adult reading.  It portrays the actions of consenting 
adults.  Those under the age of 18, those bothered by 
sexually explicit language or depiction of sexual 
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Camping with the In-laws 
By Snake


CHAPTER 1

I've never been much of an outdoorsman.  In fact, my 
idea of "roughing it" is checking into a hotel without 
reservations.  That's why I was not very excited about 
the idea of my wife and I heading out into the sticks 
for a whole weekend-especially with my in-laws.  Don't 
get me wrong, my wife's sister and her husband are good 
people; it's just that they are about as opposite from 
Natalie and me as you can get.

My wife and I are probably the typical definition of 
what you'd call "yuppies".  I make a pretty comfortable 
living as an account executive in a mid-size 
advertising agency.  We live in a nice home in the 
suburbs, have the typical two-kid, one dog, two-car 
family.  I spend my weekends playing golf at the 
country club-while my conservative little wife Natalie 
tends to her garden, chauffeurs the kids around, and 
actively participates in the PTA and her many civic 
functions.  It might be boring, but it's a good life.

Natalie's younger sister and her husband, Steve, always 
seemed more like people you'd meet at a biker bar.  
Brash, loud, and sometimes vulgar, they were always 
looking for a good time. Steve is a firefighter for a 
small, rural department. In his early-30s, he's a huge, 
barrel-chested guy with a big fu-manchu mustache; and 
he obviously spends a great deal of time working out 
with weights.  Steve was riding bulls on the rodeo 
circuit when he and Kellie hooked up.  He still has 
that rough cowboy persona: very self-confident and 
almost cocky, but likeable. I always thought his idea 
of the perfect evening must be a twelve-pack on ice and 
Wrestlemania on pay-per-view.

Natalie's 27-year-old sister, Kellie, is a good match 
for Steve and very different from my wife.  While 
Natalie is short and petite with long, honey-colored 
hair-Kellie is more buxom with short-cropped dark hair.  
She has fiery eyes and a quick, hearty laugh.  Always 
teasing and flirting, frequently telling off-color 
jokes, she has a robust, fun-loving personality.

But there's something else a raw sensuality that is 
almost impossible to ignore.  While bigger than my 
wife, Kellie keeps herself in good shape that is easy 
to see from the revealing outfits she often wears.  She 
says Steve likes her to "show off" what she has.  I 
certainly didn't mind occasionally sneaking glances at 
her big, firm breasts.

That's how this whole mess started, I was 
absentmindedly staring at Kellie's chest, not paying 
attention, when my bluff was called.  But a bet is a 
bet . . .and I always pay-up when I lose.  Let me 
explain how I got railroaded into this camping 
adventure:

We were over at my wife's parent's house for one of 
those obligatory, but usually boring weekend family 
get-togethers.  We had gone through the normal routine 
of stuffing ourselves with a huge meal, then most of 
the men in the family fell into the comfortable couches 
downstairs to watch sports on TV.  That day it was 
college basketball.

Kellie was there too; not surprisingly, she's one of 
the only females in her family who really likes sports.  
She had on a tight tank top with no bra-standard attire 
for her, as she rested between Steve's legs with her 
back to his chest.  I kept shifting my focus from the 
game to the obvious twin points her nipples were making 
in her shirt.  That's when I got caught.

"What about it, Mike.   Or, are you chicken?"  I heard 
Kellie giggling at me, and I looked up to see Steve 
staring back at me with a wicked grin.

"Huh?"  I stammered.  "What are you talking about?"
"The game," she laughed.  "I said I'll bet you that 
Arizona comes back to win."

I glanced over at the screen and checked the score.  
Arizona was behind by 12 points with less than four 
minutes left in the game.  Suddenly my male pride 
kicked in and I blurted out, "No way, it's over!"

"OK, big shot, put your money where your mouth is!"  
Kellie said smugly.

"No problem," I fired back.  "What are the stakes?"

Without hesitation she said, "The camping trip!"

I groaned aloud.  The stupid camping trip!  She and 
Steve had been trying to talk Natalie and me into going 
with them up to some "amazing" spot in the mountains 
they had discovered.  They wanted to prove to us how 
relaxing and fun it could be to get out of the city, 
but neither of us really wanted to go.  We had been 
begging off on the trip for almost two years.

I checked the score again and said, "OK, what do I get 
if I win?"

She leaned back and whispered something to Steve.  
After some discussion, he nodded and she turned back to 
me.  "If you win, we'll watch your kids for a week 
while you and Nat do whatever you want."

That sounded like a pretty good deal.  My wife and I 
had been talking about a second honeymoon.  Maybe this 
would be the chance to make some plans.  After all, 
Arizona simply had no chance.  "You're on!

I'll spare you the ugly details ... except to say I 
hope that Arizona guard's 3-point school record holds 
up for a long time.  So now my wife and I are packing 
for a trip to the wilderness that neither of us really 
wanted to make.

"I still don't understand how they talked you into 
this," Natalie sighed.  "And why aren't we taking the 
kids?"

I felt like a chump as I looked over at my pretty wife 
who doesn't like camping any more than I do.  "I told 
you, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse," I tried 
to sound sincere.  "They said we'd enjoy ourselves a 
lot more the first time if we didn't have to worry 
about the kids getting into trouble.  Your mom said 
she'd be happy to watch them."

"Well, this is sure going to be interesting, "Nat 
rolled her eyes.  "I can't remember the last time I 
slept in a tent.  What will we eat, where will we 
shower?  Oh, I hate to be all dirty and scummy 
feeling!"  She was voicing many of the same concerns 
floating around in my head.  But before I could say 
anything, she surprised me by saying almost to herself, 
"Of course, Steve is really at home in the mountains.  
I'm sure he'll make it fun."

I looked over at my wife, as she seemed lost in 
thought.  This wasn't the first time she had spoke of 
Steve like that-almost like she was impressed with him.  
Several times over the years she had suggested that I 
ask my brother-in-law to help me learn some weight 
training.  Of course, at 40, I don't consider myself in 
bad shape at all.  I don't have masses of muscle like 
Steve, but I do jog occasionally and stay active.  I'm 
6' and not huge, but I'm pretty lean and mean.  Still, 
I often wondered if Natalie didn't secretly wish I were 
a little more buff like her brother-in-law.

My wife stays in great shape.  She was a cheerleader in 
college, and she has worked hard to keep her trim 
figure.  Nat is 5'2" with perfect breasts for her fame 
and a tight little ass (my favorite feature).  She has 
dazzling blue eyes and full, pouting lips.  Like I said 
before, she and Kellie almost look like they came from 
different families.  Even the way they act is 
different.  While Kellie is outgoing and sometimes 
bawdy, Natalie is more reserved and feminine.

The "fun couple" picked us up in their beat-up old 
camper and we were off.  We didn't own any camping 
gear, so we were traveling pretty light with only a 
couple of small bags.  Hell, we didn't even know what 
to wear out there, but Steve had said not to worry, 
he'd make sure we had everything we needed.

We bounced along for almost three hours in the back of 
the camper.  While Steve drove, the rest of us played 
cards, drank a few beers, and visited.  I noticed a bed 
above the driver compartment and crawled up to take a 
nap.  I don't sleep well in moving vehicles, so I 
mainly tossed and turned while Nat and Kellie kept 
pounding down the brews.  Pretty soon they were 
laughing and teasing each other.  My wife doesn't drink 
very much; so, after only a couple of beers, I could 
tell she had a good buzz going.  After a while I heard 
the two sisters start to whisper and giggle.  I 
couldn't tell what they were talking about, but it sure 
sounded like they were discussing something wicked.

Finally we jerked to a stop and we all piled out to 
survey our surroundings.  I had to admit the scenery 
was indeed breathtaking. We were in a secluded mountain 
valley with a tranquil-looking lake. It was late 
afternoon and the fading sunlight cast an almost 
surreal soft glow to the entire area.

"Is there anybody else around here?"  I wondered 
aloud.

"Nope, just us and the wildlife," Steve chuckled.  
"Most of this is private land.  I know the people who 
own it and they let us come up here once in a while.  
In all the times we've been here, though, I've never 
come across anybody I didn't expect to see."

"It's beautiful," Natalie said.  "I can see why you 
guys like it up here . . .it's so peaceful."

"Yep, and private ..." Kellie piped up.  "Perfect place 
to go skinny dipping!"  For some reason she looked 
straight at me to check my reaction.  "Sometimes Steve 
and I run around here stark naked for days." Her 
husband laughed loudly and I started to say something, 
then decided against it.  I looked over at Natalie and 
she seemed to be blushing.

"We better get camp set up before it gets dark," Steve 
finally said after a awkward silence.  "Mike...wanna 
give me a hand with the gear?"  I asked why we weren't 
going to stay in the camper.  "It's too cramped for all 
of us, " Steve said.  "Besides, it's a helluva lot 
nicer over by the lake and it's too steep for the truck 
to get there.

We spent the next hour or so setting up tents and 
making a fire in a clearing by the lake several hundred 
yards away from the truck. While Natalie and I tried to 
situate the air mattresses and sleeping bags in our 
tent, Kellie and Steve made dinner on the fire.  When 
it was ready we feasted on a really tasty meal.  I 
might have been hungrier than I had realized, but the 
food was very flavorful and satisfying.  OK, so maybe 
this wasn't going to be as bad as I thought.

After dinner we sat around the fire and cracked open a 
few more beers.  As we all started to get a little 
drunk, Steve and Kellie loudly told some corny ghost 
stories, then some fairly dirty jokes.  I was surprised 
to hear Natalie laughing and giggling at the obscene 
humor, but after a while I couldn't help getting into 
the spirit as well.

Steve was sitting on a log with Kellie seated cross-
legged on the ground between his legs.  As they talked 
and laughed, Steve reached his arms around her 
shoulders and locked her in a bear hug.  Pretty soon he 
started to massage her neck and shoulders.  Then his 
hands began to move lower under her arms grazing the 
sides of her incredible breasts.  All the while he was 
talking and laughing, but I was staring at his fingers 
as they inched toward Kellie's big, braless mounds 
rising and falling gently under her T-shirt.  Suddenly 
I realized that Kellie had stopped chatting.  I gazed 
up to see her looking directly at me with a strange 
smile on her face.  Her eyes gleamed in the firelight.

I glanced over to see if Natalie was observing what was 
happening, but she seemed to be either too drunk or too 
absorbed in what Steve was saying.  Her eyes danced and 
she smiled dreamily as she watched the big fireman chat 
away.

Looking back at the couple, I saw that Steve's big 
hands were now actually rubbing and massaging Kellie's 
tits.  Her erect nipples were poking through her flimsy 
white shirt and in the firelight I could clearly see 
the dark shadows of her areolas.  My cock started to 
stir in my pants as his hands kept teasing and kneading 
her.  She had her eyes closed and a contented smile 
played across her lips.

Finally Steve broke the spell by raising his arms above 
his head and letting out a big yawn.  "Well, I don't 
know about you folks, but I'm ready to turn in," he 
said as he stood and pulled Kellie to her feet.  She 
rose gracefully and wrapped her arms around his neck.  
Then looking back over her shoulder at us she winked 
and said, "Sleep as late as you want tomorrow.  
Something about this mountain air just makes you want 
to stay in bed all day!"  Then she giggled and pulled 
her husband toward their tent.

I helped Natalie up and we walked a little unsteadily 
over to our tent, which was about 20-feet away from 
theirs.  Both tents had battery-powered fluorescent 
lanterns, and I switched ours on so we could get 
settled for bed.  Before I could zip the door closed, 
my wife complained that she had to use the bathroom.  I 
asked if she needed any help, and she giggled and 
slapped me on the shoulder.  "I think I can handle 
things myself" she said, then headed out to find the 
temporary latrine Steve had constructed earlier.

When she got back I decided I better take advantage of 
the facilities myself, so I groped my way out into the 
darkness.  I was just shaking off and zipping up when I 
heard a female voice almost right next to me.

"Did you enjoy the little show?"

Startled, I turned around to see Kellie standing there.  
"What do you mean?"  I stammered.

"Oh, come on, Mikey!  You're eyes we're about to pop 
out of your head when Steve was giving me that little 
front-end alignment by the fire," she laughed softly.  
"And by the looks of the tent pole in your pants, I 
think you were enjoying it too."

In my groggy state, I couldn't think of a good come 
back, so I just muttered, "Yeah, Whatever."

She laughed again and said, "Well, who knows.  If 
you're a really good boy, maybe I'll let you check out 
the equipment for yourself."  Then she leaned forward 
and quickly ran her hand across the lump in my pants.  
Spinning around, she headed toward camp.  Skipping 
away, she looked back at me and said, "Hope we don't 
keep you awake tonight ... we might be a little noisy."

I was fully aroused and ready to fool around with my 
wife, but when I got back to the tent she was already 
curled up in her sleeping bag.  I think all the beer 
had gone to her head and she was pretty much gone.  Oh 
well, guess I won't get lucky tonight, I thought to 
myself, as I started to pull my clothes off.

As I was getting settled in, I happened to look through 
the mesh window and I froze.  I had a perfect view of 
the tent next door and it was glowing.  The lantern in 
Steve and Kellie's tent illuminated the dome shape and 
revealed a sharp silhouette of the two figures inside.  
I watched as Kellie obviously got undressed.  She was 
laying back and raised her shapely hips as she first 
pulled off her shorts, then sat back up and started to 
pull her shirt over her head. My mouth was suddenly dry 
as I saw the shadow of her breasts jiggle slightly as 
they were released from the confines of the fabric.  I 
could clearly see the shape of her nipples sticking our 
proudly when she reached her arms back to brush through 
her hair.

Fearing they might see my shadow staring back at them, 
I quickly turned off our lantern.  I looked back just 
in time to see the two figures move together for a 
passionate embrace and kiss.  Steve's hands moved over 
her body-exploring and fondling.  Their mouths worked 
together and I distinctly heard a soft moan float 
across the space between our tents.  Steve moved his 
head and mouth to her neck and then lower-using his 
lips and tongue to pleasure her.  I heard Kellie 
murmur, "mmmm...that feels so good..."  But just as he 
was about to reach her beautiful breasts, her arm 
reached out and turned off the lantern.

Thinking the show was over, I lay back on my sleeping 
bag.  I was too warm and worked up to get inside, so I 
just rested there wishing Natalie was awake so I could 
attack her.  I thought about waking her up, but then I 
heard sounds from next door again.  At first it was 
whispers and moans mixed with bodies rustling around; 
but as the action heated up, so did the volume.

"Oh, God!   Steve... I love it when you do that!   
Mmmm, baby, you're getting me so wet!"

Steve made a growling sound and said, "Yeah, right.  
You were already wet.  I think you were really enjoying 
teasing our guests over there, huh?"  Kellie gave an 
evil little giggle and said, "Well, maybe a little.  
But somebody needs to loosen those two up."  Then she 
gasped loudly again as Steve found another sensitive 
spot.  "Well, I'd be happy to loosen your sister up," 
he finally said.  "She's a fine piece of ass.  I'll bet 
she's hornier than a bunny when she gets heated up.  
And I know you can't wait to get in Mike's pants."

I was shocked to hear this guy talk about my wife like 
that.  At first I was pissed off, but the more I lay 
there listening to them rut around, the more I had to 
admit to myself that there was something exciting about 
the idea.  After all, Kellie had indeed been teasing me 
by the fire-then all but propositioned me out in the 
darkness by the latrine.  As my cock started to grow 
even larger and harder in my boxers, some wild images 
began to go through my head.

Natalie and I had never really done anything even 
remotely kinky in our sex lives.  We made love 
regularly, and I was certain we kept each other happy 
and satisfied.  I was also sure we had always been 
faithful to each other without any need to look around.  
But here I was in this remote place -- miles away from 
anywhere-with two attractive people noisily having sex 
right next to me.  My imagination got the best of me 
and soon I had visions of a wild orgy unfolding in the 
woods.  And perhaps the thing that got me worked up the 
most was the idea of Steve seducing and taking my wife.   
I couldn't help reaching down and stroking my rock-hard 
pole.

In the other tent, things were really starting to heat 
up.  I could hear soft slurping and smacking sounds, 
mixed with groans from Steve.  "Oh, yeah, that's it, 
babe.  Suck it!"  he gasped.  I pumped my fist faster 
as I imagined Kellie's head bobbing up and down on his 
shaft.

After a few minutes I heard them moving around again 
and this time Kellie cried out, "Yessss...that's it, 
put it in...now, baby!   Oh, I need you so bad!"  Soon 
they both began to grunt and pant and I could hear 
their bodies slapping together in a steady rythm.  I 
couldn't believe how vocal they were as they moaned and 
urged each other on.

Suddenly I felt a small, warm hand grasp my throbbing 
cock.  "Sounds like somebody's having some fun!" my 
wife whispered next to me.  I glanced over to see her 
eyes sparkling at me in the moonlight.  "Maybe we 
should join them." she grinned seductively.   At first 
I thought she had heard everything and meant we should 
go actually "join" them.  But then I realized she just 
wanted to play too.  Not needing a second invitation, I 
unzipped her bag and crawled in with her.

Nat had worn just a T-shirt and panties to bed.  I 
wasted little time in discarding her flimsy clothing, 
and soon we were grinding our mouths, tongues, and hips 
together.  I was too worked up for much foreplay, and 
she seemed ready and anxious, so I reached down and 
guided my swollen rod to her warm, wet opening.

"Oh, ahhhhh! God, that feels so good!" she moaned, as I 
slid all the way inside her with one stroke.  I pulled 
almost all the way back out, then threw my hips forward 
and plowed back into her, making her gasp again in 
pleasure.  As I started to move in and out with long 
strokes, Nat wrapped her legs around my back and 
grabbed my ass with her tiny hands to help urge me on.

My wife was whimpering and pleading beneath me as I 
picked up the pace, and I couldn't help wonder if our 
neighbors could hear us now.  I really didn't care at 
this point, so I got a little vocal myself as I pounded 
away with increasing speed.  "Yeah, that's it...you 
like it, don't you?"  

I hissed at Nat.  "Oh yesss....I love it!   Please, 
harder!!!" she moaned in return.

I decided if we did have an audience, I wanted to give 
them a show, so I raised up on my knees for leverage 
and really started to pound into Natalie.  I don't 
know, perhaps I secretly hoped Kellie was listening 
carefully to how well I was satisfying her sister; but, 
for some reason, the demon came out in me as I savagely 
jackhammered my wife.

She was clawing at my back and shoulders now and almost 
continuously groaning.  I could feel the familiar 
tingle down my spine and in my balls signaling my 
impending erruption.  Reaching down, I grasped my 
wife's soft, churning ass cheeks and pushed my cock 
into her as far as it would go.  Then I yelled out, 
"Damn...I'm Gonna CUMMM!" and held rigid as the white 
hot liquid raced through me and exploded deep inside 
her with spurt after spurt.  She continued to rock her 
hips and milk me dry with her convulsing pussy-her body 
tembled and shuddered as one long last sigh escaped her 
pretty lips.

I fell back and we both lay there fighting to catch our 
breath.  The smell of sex was thick in the tent.  When 
the cobwebs in my head began to clear, I heard soft 
chuckles and giggles from next door.  Then Kellie 
whipered loudly, "Good night you two, sounds like a 
good one already.  Sleep tight!"  I looked over at 
Natalie, still breathing heavy with a dreamy smile on 
her face and her eyes closed.

"Maybe we should move our tent farther away," I 
suggested.    Nat listened to them still laughing and 
whispering for a moment, then she said, "Nah, it's all 
right.  We're all grownups.  Besides, maybe we'll learn 
a few things!"  She giggled too and leaned over to give 
me a kiss before snuggling up against me to sleep.  As 
I lay there trying to figure out what my wife meant by 
that comment, I thought to myself, "This is certainly 
going to be an interesting weekend."


-=CHAPTER 2=-

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and 
coffee cooking on the fire.  I'd slept better than I 
thought I would on the air mattress, but I'm sure the 
naked wrestling match with my wife during the night had 
something to do with that.  Stretching, I rolled over 
to reach for Natalie again, but she wasn't there.  Then 
I heard her voice and her musical laugh outside the 
tent.  I peered outside the mesh window to see my wife 
standing by the fire drinking a cup of coffee and 
chatting with my Brother-In-Law, Steve.  Kellie, his 
wife, was nowhere to be seen.

Nat and Steve talked and teased each other for a while 
as I observed them.  At one point Steve made a 
sarcastic comment then grabbed my wife and started to 
tickle her.  She squealed and tried to get away, but 
the big man was too strong and he easily kept her 
pinned in his grasp.  She seemed to enjoy the 
attention.

I felt strange watching another man obviously flirt and 
tease with my wife-especially after the comments I had 
overheard the night before.  Steve had blatantly said 
that he wanted to have sex with Nat.  Furthermore, his 
wife-my wife's sister-had been teasing me with her 
voluptuous body most of the evening, then had actually 
run her hand along the length of my cock in my pants 
just before we retired to our separate tents.  I 
vividly remembered her cries of excitement as she made 
love to her husband right next to where we slept.

There were butterflies in the pit of my stomach as I 
tried to imagine where all of this might lead.  I'd 
never really thought about being unfaithful to my wife-
or about her being unfaithful to me.  But the more I 
imagined the possibility of bedding and ravishing my 
sister-in-law, with her incredible, soft curves and 
wicked smile, the more my libido (and my cock) stirred.  
On the other hand, I had to admit that the thought of 
Natalie getting hot and nasty with someone else-
especially this big, rough fireman, who happened to be 
my brother-in-law-excited me just as much, if not more.

Thinking I must be some kind of a pervert, I pulled my 
clothes on and went to join the others for breakfast.  
Natalie blushed a little when she saw me emerge from 
the tent, but she quickly recovered and moved to give 
me a hug and a kiss.

"You're up early," I said, as I hugged her and nuzzled 
her soft neck.  "Where's Kellie?"

"Oh, she likes to sleep in up here," Steve chuckled.  
"Plus she might be a little tuckered out after all the 
fireworks last night!"  He grinned and winked at my 
wife.  "I dunno..."  he laughed, "Somthin about this 
mountain air just gets the 'ol juices boilin!  From 
what I heard last night, sounds like you two found that 
out for yourselves, though.  Or maybe that was just the 
coyotes howling!"

Natalie blushed bright red again as she looked 
sheepishly towards me.  "Yes, it's awfully quiet up 
here, isn't it? " she finally whispered.

Just then Kellie emerged from her tent.  She yawned and 
stretched as she came toward us.  I couldn't help 
notice her morning camping attire-a short T-shirt 
cropped just above her navel under an open flannel 
shirt, high-cut bikini panties, and a pair of hiking 
boots.  I could clearly see the dark, triangle shadow 
of her soft bush in the crotch of her panties.  I tried 
not to stare-especially when Natalie punched me on the 
shoulder.

"Morning!"  Kellie yawned and stretched again, causing 
her large breasts to strain against the shirt as she 
moved to where we were standing.  Steve offered her a 
steaming cup of coffee and he threw his big arm around 
her while she huddled next to him and took a sip.  
"Everybody sleep all right?" she grinned mischievously 
as she peered toward us.

"Oh yes," Natalie answered, almost giggling.  "We were 
very comfortable in our tent."  She seemed to not even 
notice her sister's revealing outfit.

"Yeah, I noticed... I mean, that's good!"  Kellie 
stifled a laugh as she looked up at Steve knowingly.

I decided to change the subject.  "So what's the plan 
for today?"

Steve knelt down and began dishing up bacon and eggs 
from the skillet.  "Well, it's pretty much up to you," 
he said.  "There's some good fishing in the lake, or 
you can go for a hike.  Course, you don't have to do 
anything if ya don't want.  Just take it easy and 
relax.  There's a wooden dock just over yonder that's 
good for layin out and catchin some rays.  Whatever ya 
wanna do."

Without a TV or even a telephone, it all sounded pretty 
boring to me.  But Natalie piped right up.  "Let's go 
for a hike, Honey!  I'd love to take my camera and get 
some nature shots."

My wife has been into photography as a hobby for a 
while.  I indulged her interest financially, but had 
never actively participated.  I felt the same way 
today.  I wasn't really in the mood to go trudging 
around the forest hunting for butterflies.

"I dunno, Nat.  I think I'd just like to stay here at 
camp and read my book.  Maybe I can finally finish the 
stupid thing." It was a lame excuse, but I hoped she'd 
buy it.

She seemed a little disappointed until Steve chimed in, 
"Hey, I'll show ya around, Nat.  I know this place like 
the back of my hand!"

My wife brightened up immediately.  "Oh, would you, 
Steve?  That would be so great!" She smiled broadly at 
him and I thought I felt her shiver next to me.  "You 
wanna come with us, Kellie? Nat looked over at her 
sister expectantly.

"Nah....I think I'll pass, this time," Kellie answered.  
Then looking directly at me over her coffee cup, she 
said with a sly smile, "Maybe I'll just hang out here 
and keep Mikey company."  I swallowed hard, thinking of 
the possibilities of being alone with my sexy little 
Sister-In-Law, but everybody else seemed to be happy 
with the plans as we finished up the meal and cleaned 
up.

Natalie went back to our tent and got dressed for her 
hike.  When she came back out I couldn't help notice 
what she was wearing.  My wife looked pretty dolled up 
for a walk in the woods.  She had on a little sundress 
that came to about mid-thigh.  The dress framed her 
luscious curves perfectly; and when she stood with the 
sunlight behind her, you could see her shape clearly 
silhouetted.  Her hair was done up in a ponytail, and 
as she walked around gathering some items in a 
backpack, I noticed something else different-her 
breasts swayed and jiggled when she moved around.  My 
wife wasn't wearing a bra!  Suddenly, slightly jealous, 
I stared having second thoughts about Natalie going off 
into the woods alone with my cocky brother-in-law.

When they were ready, Natalie kissed me goodbye and 
told me to rest and enjoy myself.  Kellie was nowhere 
to be seen, so Steve grabbed a small bag and slung it 
over his big shoulder.  "We'll probably be gone for a 
couple of hours," he said casually.  "There's beer and 
snacks in the cooler.  Help yourself."  Then as he 
strode off with my wife tagging closely behind, he 
looked back and chuckled, "Don't do anything we 
wouldn't do!"

Natalie looked back at me with a questioning glance, 
but I just waved as I wondered where her sister had 
disappeared to.  Again I was starting to get mixed 
feelings about all this, but the obvious stirring in my 
pants outweighed any reservations I was having.  I 
threw on some cargo shorts, grabbed my paperback from 
the tent and a couple of beers from the cooler, and I 
headed over to the lake to check out the dock Steve had 
mentioned.

The wooden plank boat dock was only about 50-yards away 
from our camp.  It was about 12' by 20' and it rocked 
back and forth gently with the lazy wake on the water.  
The sun was shining warmly and I took in the 
picturesque scenery before I settled down to read my 
book-dangling my feet in the cool water.

After only a few minutes, I heard a familiar voice 
behind me.  "Mind if I join you?" Somewhat startled, I 
turned to see Kellie standing there wearing only a sly 
smile a skimpy black bikini.  The scant garment left 
very little to the imagination-her fabulous breasts 
strained to stay inside the tiny triangle pieces of 
cloth that served as the top, and the thong-style 
bottom barely covered her pubic mound.

"I love to lay out on this dock.  Awesome place to get 
a great tan," she chirped, as she moved over next to me 
and laid out a large towel. "What do you think of my 
tan, Mike?"  I squinted up at her and drank in the full 
curves and tantalizing honey-brown flesh so openly on 
display.

"Uh, it looks great." I gulped, and tried to sound 
casual.  "You must lay out quite a bit."  I watched her 
closely as she gracefully stretched out on the towel-
laying on her stomach with her head resting on her 
folded arms.

She glanced over, giving me another dazzling grin and 
said, "Yeah, I like to work on it whenever I can.  But 
you can't be too careful with all the damage the sun 
does to your skin and all.  I make sure I'm pretty well 
oiled before I lay out.  I have a hard time reaching my 
back with the lotion though, would you be a dear and 
help me put some on?"

After everything that had happened so far, I had a 
pretty good idea I was being set up...or at least 
teased, big time; but I decided to see how far this 
would go.  "No problem, " I said, and I moved over and 
kneeled by her side.  She handed me the lotion as I 
stared at the magnificent twin globes of her ass, 
almost completely exposed by the thong.  "Where do you 
want it. . .?" I asked with a slightly strained voice.  
Then we both kind of chuckled at the possible 
implications of my question.

"Well, how about just my back, for starters," she 
giggled.

I smoothed some lotion onto my palms and started to rub 
it into her soft skin with a firm, circular motion.  
"Mmmm... that feels good," she sighed immediately.  
"You have strong hands, Mike."

I moved lower until the heel of my hand brushed up 
against the string of her top.  She noticed the contact 
and said, "Mmmff...I hate that stupid string.  It 
always gets in the way and makes ugly lines on my 
back."  Then she reached back and quickly untied it-not 
only revealing her naked back, but also the sides of 
her breasts to my view.  "That's better..." she said, 
matter-of-factly.  "You may continue, sir."

Aware of the growing lump in my shorts, I started to 
stroke her naked flesh again with my hands.  I rubbed 
and kneaded all the way down to the small of her back-
stopping just short of her buttocks.

"You're pretty good at this," she murmured. "Keep 
going, please.  I've always wanted my own masseur!"

Taking a deep breath, I moved my hands lower.  Now I 
was caressing the soft skin of her heart-shaped ass.  
Little shocks of electricity jolted through my groin.  
It was the first time I had touched another woman 
intimately for many years, and my mind was thinking all 
kinds of things-some erotic, some lustful, and some 
guilty.  After a few moments of massaging her, however, 
lust took over and I began to really enjoy the 
experience.

Kellie was starting to moan softly and rotate her hips 
in small circles as I continued moving my hands on her 
cheeks.  The lotion had long been rubbed into her skin 
and now I was just massaging her sweet bottom for the 
pleasure of it.  As I moved lower, my thumbs began to 
creep into the soft juncture between her slightly 
spread thighs.  One finger brushed lightly against the 
thin strip of fabric between her legs; it was warm and 
moist and an electric shock seemed to go through her 
body when I touched her there.  She arched her hips up 
and groaned softly.   "I'll give you an hour to stop 
that..." she whispered.

Finally I decided I better at least pretend to do what 
I had been asked, so I reluctantly squeezed some more 
lotion in my palms and began working on the backs of 
her long, lovely legs.  Working my way down to her 
feet, she continued to coo and sigh while my fingers 
worked their magic.

"There ya go. . .all finished!"  I announced at last. 
"That's what you think, buster," she exclaimed. Then, 
without warning, she rolled over onto her back. The 
flimsy top stayed under her on the towel, and suddenly 
I was staring at her magnificent naked tits while they 
jiggled slightly and settled-her hard, erect nipples 
stood up proudly.  She placed her hands and arms behind 
her head and smiled at me through half-closed eyes.  
"Maybe you could help me with my front, too...Mike."

Almost like I was in a trance, I reached out and began 
to fondle her beautiful breasts.  There was no more 
pretense of suntan lotion, only a man touching and 
caressing a sexy, desirable woman.  A woman who just 
happened to be my wife's sister.  But that thought and 
any guilt associated with it was fading rapidly away.

Kellie groaned and bit her lower lip as I continued to 
massage and tease her sensitive flesh.  My thumbs 
grazed her nipples and rubbed the hard nubs in small 
circles-teasing them til they were even harder.  I 
shifted closer to her and reached my head down to take 
one of her rosebuds in my mouth-sucking and swirling my 
tongue around the turgid pink skin.  She gasped loudly 
beneath me and one of her hands reached down to grasp 
me through my pants.  Urgently she milked my cock 
through the cloth as I continued to suck and play with 
her breasts.

She tried to open the button fly of my pants with one 
hand, but I moved away and snaked my tongue down her 
smooth stomach, leaving a wet trail to her belly-
button.  I teased her there with soft jabs and kisses, 
making her jerk and raise her hips up to meet my mouth.  
Moving lower still, I reached the elastic of the bikini 
bottom.  Kellie tangled her fingers in my hair and 
moaned in appreciation as my teeth grasped the fabric 
and pulled it down, revealing the fine little raven-
colored hairs covering her mound.

I scooted around until I was kneeling between her legs.  
Hooking my fingers in the strings at her hips, I pulled 
the bikini part way down her thighs, then leaned down 
and inhaled her wonderful musky scent.  Her bush was 
trimmed neatly and I could easily make out the dark 
line between her lips.  My wife's sister panted and 
moaned as she humped herself up. . .eagerly trying to 
make contact with my waiting mouth and tongue.

Finally I had to taste her.  I kissed softly around her 
inner thighs, then when I thought she would scream in 
frustration, I swiped my tongue across the entire 
length of her vagina.  She tensed and cried out with a 
jolt of pure pleasure as I began to lap and swirl at 
her moist opening.  Kellie tasted different than my 
wife, but very sweet and pleasant.  I was surprised at 
how wet she was already, but I lapped up her juices 
like it was honey.

"Oh, god...that feels so damn good!" she wailed.  
"Please, don't stop...don't ever stop!!!!"

I pressed her thighs as far apart as they would go, 
then I began to spear my tongue inside her, pushing it 
as deep as possible into her throbbing pussy.  She 
continued to gasp and grunt, as I licked my way up to 
her swollen clitoris peeking out from its fleshy hood.  
I began to swirl my tongue around the hard little bud 
relentlessly.  Kellie trembled and shuddered beneath 
me, clenching her hands and fingers in my hair, and 
pressing my mouth harder against her sex.

"Oh, Mike..." she moaned.   "Oh, shit...I think you're 
gonna make me come...oh, ahhhhh!"

I held on for dear life while she bucked and whimpered.  
When I could feel her body start to spasm, I reached up 
and tweaked her nipples with my fingers while I 
continued to lap at her like a thirsty dog.  Suddenly 
she threw her hips way up off the deck and held them 
there rigid against my mouth.  Every sleek muscle in 
her body tensed and strained as she went over the edge 
with wave after wave of pleasure.

"Yeeesssss...that's it!" she hissed. "Right there!   
Oh, god... I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggggggg!"

She stayed frozen in that position for a moment while 
she rode out the first intense shock wave of her 
orgasm.  Her eyes were shut tightly and her mouth was 
wide open as she gave a silent scream of ecstacy.

After observing her intense pleasure for a moment, I 
bent down and continued to kiss and nibble her until 
she started to come down and relax.  She was trembling 
from head to toe and her hips and buttocks still rocked 
up and down slightly.  Feeling my own need building, I 
started to pull her bikini bottom the rest of the way 
off so I could mount her.  Before I could disrobe her 
completely, though, she grabbed my wrists and said, 
"No, wait!"

Startled, I thought maybe she was having second 
thoughts.  "Did I do something wrong.  I thought you 
liked, I mean, I thought you wanted to..." Now I was 
confused.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me wickedly.  "Mike, 
if you don't fuck me soon, I'm gonna bust.  But not 
here... I don't wanna get splinters in my ass!   Let's 
go back to camp!"

We gathered the clothes and the towel and sprinted back 
to the tents.  Kellie shoved me in her tent and I fell 
back on the sleeping bags and mattresses while she 
pulled off her thong.

"Let me see that thing," she almost growled.  Grabbing 
the top of my shorts, she ripped the fly open and 
reached inside to grasp my rock-hard cock.  Jacking it 
furiously with one hand, she urged me to lift my hips 
so she could pull my shorts and boxers off with the 
other.

When she had me naked from the waist down, she licked 
her lips and smiled at me. "Yummy!" she said, as she 
bent down and kissed the purple head.  Then she opened 
her pretty mouth wide and engulfed the top half of my 
shaft in the soft wetness.  My Sister-In-Law swirled 
her tongue around the sensitive tip a few times, then 
she began to bob her head up and down on my swollen 
cock.  As she licked and sucked, her hand stroked me 
gently.

I grunted and moaned, humping my hips up to meet her 
sweet mouth.  I saw her reach down and finger herself 
as she deep-throated me-her nose now grazing my pubic 
hair, while her hands and fingers caressed and tickled 
my swelling balls.

Not knowing how much more of this sweet torture I could 
take, I reached out and gently tried to lift her off my 
tool.  I didn't want to come in her mouth.  She took 
the hint and reluctantly pulled off, her lips smacking 
with satisfaction as she looked up and smiled at me.

"You taste good enough to eat!" she giggled.  Then she 
kissed me deep and hard-our tongues immediately 
searching and probing each other's mouth with intense 
passion.  She pulled away suddenly, and looking deep 
into my eyes, placed her hands on my shoulders to brace 
herself. She swung a leg over and straddled me while I 
leaned back on my elbows.  Reaching down, she grasped 
my erection and guided it to her slick, steaming 
opening.  Then, with her hands on my shoulders again, 
she sank down slowly and my cock slid deep inside her.

Closing her eyes, she paused for a moment to enjoy the 
sensation.  My cock felt like it was in an oven-so warm 
and wet.  I could feel her moisture dripping out and 
coating us as we sat joined together, her breasts 
rising and falling against my chest.  Finally she 
started to move-first raising up slightly, then 
grinding her hips back down.  Again...this time a 
little farther up the shaft.  I could feel her juicy 
inner-muscles clinging to my shaft as she rose and 
fell.  Now faster, her breath hot on my neck as she 
began to pick up the pace.

I fought the temptation to push back against her.  I 
wanted to enjoy the feeling of her humping against me 
for a moment, so I just relaxed and let her have her 
way.  Soon Kellie started to rock up and down with more 
urgency.  Her labored breathing was coming in short 
pants and gasps. "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh!" she chanted each 
time she sank back down.  Her hard nipples scraped and 
slid against my corse chest hair with each stroke, and 
her hands started to clench and claw at my shoulders.

Unable to stay still any longer, I took hold of 
Kellie's hips and started to thrust up to meet her.  
This caused a great moan to escape her throat and she 
began to move her hips even faster.  The slap, slap, 
slap of our sweating bodies punctuated our increasing 
gasps and groans as we hurtled toward mutual release.

Soon I felt the familiar stirring of my impending 
climax.  Embracing Kellie tightly, I held her to me; 
then, with a sudden move, I spun us both around so that 
she was now laying on her back with me poised over her.  
Before she could react, I pulled my hips back so that 
my cock came almost completely out of her.  Reaching 
down, I hooked my arms under her legs and spread her 
wide, then I slammed back into her and began to piston 
my swollen tool in and out like a machine.

Kellie's eyes glazed over she began to pant and beg-
clawing and writhing beneath me as I furiously tried to 
push both of us over the edge.

"Oh...uhhhnngg...uhhhhh...uhhh! she wailed.  "Fuck me, 
please fuck me, harder!"

Now I had only one thought-to plant my seed deep inside 
this beautiful woman.  As I felt the hot liquid start 
to boil up to the point of spilling out, my hips 
pounded into her and she raised her ass to meet each of 
my thrusts as she rotated her hips and ground her pussy 
against my crotch.

A bright light went off in my head and I felt my cock 
swell up then explode.  "Ahhhh...god, here it comes!"  
I bellowed as I held myself rigid deep inside my wife's 
sister.  It felt like the top of my head was about to 
come off as my molten lava spurted out into her.  
Somewhere in the distance I could hear Kellie shouting 
too and could feel her clawing at my back as she 
rocketed toward her own climax. Finally, both spent, we 
collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs.

Later, as we lay gently holding each other and trying 
to get our pulse rate back to normal, I began to have 
serious feelings of guilt again.  Facing Kellie, I 
looked into her eyes and said, "Ya know, this could 
complicate things.  What should we do about your 
husband and my wife?"

Kellie didn't even hesitate. "They should join the 
party.  Why should we have all the fun?" she laughed.

"How the hell are we going to talk them into it?" I 
shot back.  "I don't think Natalie will go for this at 
all. She's your sister, remember.  It's just not going 
to be that easy!!"

"Relax, baby..." Kellie said as she stroked my hair.  
"If I know Steve, he's already way ahead of us."


-=CHAPTER 3=-

Kellie and I were lounging around the campsite when 
Natalie and Steve returned from their hike.  We tried 
hard not to look like we had just screwed each other's 
brains out.

My Brother-In-Law was in good spirits as he greeted us 
and chatted away about this and that.  The burly 
fireman loudly picked up his wife and spun her around.  
"So, did ya stay outta trouble while we were gone... or 
did ya make 'ol Mike there crazy?" he laughed.   She 
squealed as he tickled her sides, then she looked over 
at me and winked. "We had a good l-o-n-g visit, didn't 
we Mike?"

Trying not to look guilty, I glanced over at my wife, 
Natalie.  She was peering back at me looking a little 
confused... her face seemed flushed.  "So, how was the 
hike, Nat.  Did you get some good pictures?" I finally 
asked.

She lowered her eyes quickly and blushed again as she 
quietly answered, "Yes, it was very nice.  Thanks for 
going with me, Steve." Then she excused herself and 
went over to crawl inside our tent.  I looked at Steve 
and Kellie and they just shrugged.  "I better go see 
what's up," I said.

When I got to the tent, Natalie was sitting with her 
head on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs.  
She rocked back and forth and I could hear her 
sniffling and trying to hold back tears.

"What's the matter, honey?" I asked with concern.  
"Something happen while you were hiking?"  I was still 
feeling guilty and was praying that she hadn't somehow 
seen Kellie and me naked and writhing around together.

"Oh, Mike. . ." she began to sob, "I think I've done 
something terrible.  I'm so sorry."

My guilt turned instantly to real concern.  "What's the 
matter, Nat. . .what happened?"  A sinking feeling was 
starting to grow in the pit of my stomach.

"I'm afraid to tell you...I don't want you to be 
upset with me.

Oh, Mike...I didn't realize what I was doing.  It's 
all my fault!"

She sat there rocking and crying softly while I tried 
to process what was going on.  I was starting to have a 
pretty good idea that something had happened between 
Steve and my wife, but I needed details.  "Natalie. . 
." I began, "please tell me what's wrong.  It's OK.  I 
promise I won't be upset with you.  Just tell me."

She struggled with her emotions for a moment longer, 
then she looked up at me with red, wet eyes.  "I'm 
afraid your wife has been very naughty." she 
whispered.

"Tell me," I said firmly.

Natalie wiped her eyes and hesitantly began to tell her 
story:

When Steve and I left camp he lead me along some trails 
until we came to a beautiful meadow filled with 
wildflowers.  It was so pretty I just had to take some 
pictures.  I started clicking away, getting more 
excited with each new discovery.

Steve followed after me and seemed very interested in 
how my camera worked and how to find which shots to 
take, so I told him all about the equipment and some 
basic rules of photography. I don't know, Honey, I 
guess I was just happy to tell somebody else about my 
hobby.  I know you don't like it very much, so I kind 
of ate up his attention and got a little carried away.

Anyway, pretty soon Steve asked if he could take some 
pictures.  I gave him the camera and he sort of made a 
game of running around finding things to shoot.  Then 
he said he wanted to take some pictures of me.  I said 
no way!  You know how shy I am about that.  But he kept 
daring and coaxing me.  He said I was the prettiest 
thing in the meadow, and I deserved to have a picture 
to remember I was here.  Somehow that just made sense, 
so I told him he could go ahead.  He started getting 
silly and wanted to pose me in all these funny ways; it 
was fun.  We were laughing and teasing each other... 
but I didn't think it was anything bad.  We were just 
having a good time in the sunshine.  Steve kept telling 
me to hold my arms up this way, or sit this way-with my 
bare feet kicking in the air.  He came up with all 
kinds of crazy ideas.

While my wife told the story, I couldn't help have 
mental images of them romping around the mountains with 
the thin, nearly transparent sun dress floating around 
her, and her braless breasts softly jiggling and 
swaying with each move she made.  I envied the sight 
Steve must have enjoyed as she kicked up her lovely 
bare legs and laughed.  I remembered how the sun shone 
through her dress- perfectly outlining her sexy shape 
underneath.  Breathtaking.  As Natalie continued, I 
came out of my daydream.

After a while Steve asked me to play with my dress a 
little; you know, kind of swishing it around like a 
little girl or something.  He said he was getting some 
great shots and kept urging me on.  He would say things 
like-I should be a model and, I could sell these 
pictures to a magazine, stuff like that.   Honey, like 
I said, I just sort of got carried away with what he 
was saying.  It went to my head and soon I was lifting 
up my dress pretty high, and doing things that I 
normally wouldn't ever do.

Then Steve said I should let my hair down.  He told me 
the sunlight would make a pretty picture shining behind 
me.  I took the clip off and shook my head.   He liked 
that and told me to look at the camera and act really 
sexy.  I asked what he meant, and he said we should 
play a game like I was pretending to be a model for one 
of those nasty men's magazines.  He laughed and joked 
with me and said it would be great to take some 
pictures like that and show them to you later.  Oh, 
Mike, I don't know what came over me.  The more he 
talked about it, the more it sounded like a good idea.  
He had me lay down in the flowers while he stood over 
me taking pictures-all the time pretending I was this 
sexy model and he was the photographer.  It was getting 
hot and he took off his shirt.  I tried to act like I 
thought one of those models would act-really seductive 
and steamy.  I knew that my dress was probably showing 
off too much as I moved around and posed for him, but I 
really didn't think about it seriously until he made a 
comment about how pretty my panties were.

At first I was startled and began to think we had gone 
too far, but he kept smooth-talking like he was this 
professional and it was nothing he hadn't seen a 
million times.  Then he said why don't you pull up your 
dress a little higher so we can take some shots of 
those pretty little panties-just like those Victoria's 
Secret models.  Somehow that made it all right in my 
little brain.  After all, I had seen hundreds of 
pictures of pretty women in those catalogs showing off 
their underwear.  What was the big deal?  So, before I 
realized what I was doing, I hiked my dress all the way 
up past my waist.  I could feel the cool air on my skin 
and somehow I started to feel a little wicked while 
Steve hovered over me clicking away.  Then Steve said I 
should take the dress off and really take some pictures 
like in those magazines.  It was almost like I was 
drunk.  For some reason the game and the play-acting 
had just gone to my head.  I realized I was enjoying 
myself and I wasn't even thinking about being half 
naked with this strange man out in the woods.  

Somewhere deep inside I knew it was wrong, but he kept 
complimenting me and telling me how sexy I looked and 
suddenly I just did it.  I pulled the dress all the way 
off and lay back down in the flowers.

At this point Natalie stopped telling the story.  
Burying her face in her hands, she cried, "I don't want 
to tell you anymore.  I can't imagine what you must 
think of me!"

My heart was pounding in my chest; and, to my surprise, 
my cock was throbbing in my pants.  "Please, Nat... you 
have to tell me everything," I whispered.

Shaking her head, and with her eyes still closed, she 
struggled to continue.

Well, Steve kept telling me what to do.  He kneeled 
down beside me and told me to touch myself.  I didn't 
know what he meant, so I just kind of hugged myself and 
rubbed my shoulders.  No, touch yourself here, he said, 
and pointed to my breasts while he aimed the camera 
again.  Slowly I let my hands fall down and I touched 
them.  It felt good.  No, it felt wonderful!  I closed 
my eyes and I started to feel myself all over-imagining 
that it was you or someone else touching me.  I think I 
even forgot about Steve and the camera for a minute. 

All I could think about was being naked and making 
love.  Then I heard Steve say "lower..." Almost like I 
was hypnotized, my hands moved down farther on my 
tummy.  I was starting to feel so warm and tingly all 
over.  It was like a dream.  I don't know how long I 
stayed like that-rubbing and touching my warm skin all 
over.  Then Steve said that my panties were getting wet 
and that I should touch myself there.  Without 
thinking, I reached down to feel between my legs.  
There was a big wet spot on the crotch, and when I 
rubbed a little, my head started to spin.  It felt so 
good I had to keep rubbing myself.

Steve kept taking pictures and told me to put my hand 
inside my panties.  That's pretty much what I needed to 
do anyway, so I reached my hand inside and touched 
myself there.  I couldn't help it...I had to 
masturbate.  I was beginning to feel like I wanted to 
come so bad!  That's when I felt Steve on me.  Before I 
knew what had happened, he was next to me kissing and 
licking me all over.  I opened my eyes and saw that he 
was naked.  He'd taken off his shorts and his big thing 
was hanging right in front of me as he leaned over.  I 
couldn't take my eyes off it.  It looked so long and 
hard, and his skin was so smooth and tan.  He saw me 
staring and said to go ahead and touch it.

I'm so sorry, Honey...I couldn't help it.  I wanted to 
touch it so bad.  I was scared at first, but then he 
put his hand in my panties too and started to put his 
fingers inside me.  I thought I was going to faint.  
Without even realizing what I was doing, I grabbed him 
and started to jack him off.  He tried to pull my 
panties off, but I wouldn't let him.  I was afraid of 
what might happen, so we just kept rubbing each other 
faster and faster.

I decided to make him come, and I knew I was getting 
close too.  He said he wanted me to suck him and he 
moved over so he was close to my mouth.  I closed my 
eyes and did it.  It felt so strange in my mouth, 
Honey; so different from you.  He's big and thick, and 
I had trouble keeping it in.  He held my head up and 
started to kind of push in and out.  I tried to keep 
up, but he was getting anxious and I could feel him 
swell up even bigger.  I almost gagged when he pushed 
in.

He was still using his fingers on me and he started to 
rub my special spot. . .you know, my clit.  My hips 
started to buck and shake and I could tell I was going 
to come soon.  That's when I just sucked on the tip of 
his cock and started to pump him faster with my hand.  
Pretty soon he yelled out and squirted all over me.  
That set me off, and well, you know what I'm like when 
that happens.

"Oh, Sweetheart...Michael, will you ever forgive me?  I 
am so ashamed.  I swear I have never done anything like 
this before," she finally said.

"Did he fuck you?" I asked.

"No...no, I swear!   That was all, " she cried.  "We 
held each other for a while after, then we cleaned up 
and came back to camp."

I didn't know what to say.  There were so many emotions 
flying around in my head.  On one hand I was shocked 
that this had happened.  I couldn't help feeling 
jealous about this guy taking advantage of my sweet, 
but apparently willing, wife.  On the other hand, I had 
just fucked his wife silly at about the same time this 
was all going on.  In fact, how was I ever going to 
tell my wife that I had enjoyed wild sex with her 
sister?

On top of everything else, I had to admit that this 
whole mess was keeping me incredibly arroused.  Even 
now, my wife's story of her fling with my Brother-In-
Law had me rock hard and ready to explode.

"Listen, Honey..." I finally said.  "This certainly is 
quite a shock.  But I appreciate your honesty.  Let's 
just work through this and move on.  It may take some 
time, but I think we can deal with it.  We still have a 
couple of days up here, let's see what happens."

She looked up and gave me a small, grateful smile.  
"Really?  You're not going to leave me?  Oh, Mike, I 
have been so worried.  I love you so much for being so 
understanding!"  She pulled me close to give me a hug, 
but then she seemed to freeze.  "But what about 
Kellie?" she whispered.

I smiled a strange little smile she could not see and 
answered, "You let me take care of your sister..."


-=CHAPTER 4=-

My wife and I were pretty quiet that evening-both lost 
in our private thoughts about the strange and exciting 
events of the last 24 hours.  This camping trip had 
turned out to be an unexpected opportunity to not only 
test the boundaries of our marriage, but perhaps to 
also explore and indulge some of our personal secret 
fantasies.  If Kellie and Steve-my wife's sister and 
her husband- noticed how reserved we were, nothing was 
said.

We enjoyed another delicious Dutch-oven dinner, then we 
all settled around the fire to drink some beer and 
visit.  Steve was his normal, "life-of-the-party" self, 
continually cracking jokes and generally acting larger 
than life.  It was hard not to like the guy.  He was so 
self-assured and comfortable with his surroundings.  
Even with the knowledge that he had seduced and taken 
advantage of my wife earlier that afternoon, I had to 
admit that I found it difficult to hold any grudge or 
ill feelings about him.  Somehow I knew he had no 
intention of offending me by his actions.  Of course, 
his wife and I had done the same if not worse.

After a while, Steve said, "How about some smoke?"  
Grinning slyly, he reached into a small fanny-pack and 
pulled out a custom-made pipe and a plastic bag filled 
with green, leafy buds.  "I think it's high time we all 
get a little high!" he chuckled.

Natalie and I had both smoked pot in college while we 
were dating.  It wasn't a major thing, just something 
we did at parties and on weekends for fun.  But since 
we had been married and started to raise a family, we 
had put it aside to be more "responsible".  With the 
mood we were both in right now, however, it sounded 
like the perfect idea.  "Absolutely..." I blurted, then 
I glanced over at my wife to check her reaction.  She 
kind of shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?"

Steve fired up the pipe and began passing it around.  
It had been a long time since we inhaled the thick, 
pungent smoke in our lungs, so Natalie and I kind of 
choked and gagged through the first few hits.  But soon 
that familiar relaxed sensation started to wash over my 
body.  It didn't take long for us all to get fairly 
giddy.  My wife is especially entertaining when she's 
stoned.  She usually just sits and giggles for no 
apparent reason; the drug takes away most of her 
inhibitions, and sometimes she can get pretty loose and 
even aroused.

My Sister-In-Law, Kellie, seemed to be loose naturally, 
but the pot made her almost out of control.  She 
started telling dirty jokes and was making suggestive 
comments while she draped herself all over her husband-
continuously rubbing her hands over him.  I watched, 
floating in a light fog, as she trailed one hand up 
Steve's thigh and came dangerously close to grasping 
the clearly outlined bulge on display in the crotch of 
his shorts. I looked over to see my wife staring in 
the same direction almost like she was in a trance.

Suddenly Kellie shouted, "Let go skinny dipping!"
We all looked at each other for a moment like we didn't 
comprehend what she had suggested.  "Come on...it will 
be fun!" she insisted.

In my dazed condition, my mind started to consider the 
interesting possibilities of us all stripping down and 
getting in the water together.  After everything that 
had happened already, this almost seemed like a natural 
next step.  Thinking about it for a minute, I said, 
"All right, I'm up for it." Then I turned to Natalie.  
She sat there unsteadily with an amused look on her 
pretty face.

"Come on, Hon...let's go for it!"  I urged.

She busted up.  "You've got to be kidding!  There's no 
way I'm stripping naked and getting in that freezing 
water!" she laughed.  "Forget it."

"We don't have to go in the lake," Steve piped up.  
"There's a natural hot springs not too far away that's 
just like a hot tub.  It's awesome, I've been meaning 
to take you guys over to check it out anyway."

I looked back at my wife.  "That sounds good," I 
offered.  I don't know why, but now this little outing 
was important to me.  "You like hot tubs!" I said 
lamely.  "Yeah, Nat, you like hot tubs!" her little 
sister drunkenly laughed from across the fire.

Natalie was still giggling with a dreamy, far-away 
look, but I could see she was struggling to consider 
the idea.  "I don't know," she finally said.  "I don't 
think I could go in naked, with everybody looking...I'd 
be embarrassed."

"Oh jeez, Nat!" Kellie almost shouted, "Don't be a 
spaz...it's just us, we're all family!  Wear yer damn 
swim suit if ya want, I don't care, let's just go!"

"Oh, all right." Natalie finally conceded.  "What the 
hell, I'll go.  But I think I will put something on."

We split up for the time it took to change clothes and 
gather a few things.  Then Steve lead us off into the 
night with a flashlight to help find our way along the 
trail.

After about 15 minutes of hiking, we came around a bend 
and there was the hot springs in a small clearing 
framed by a natural cove formed by rocky cliffs that 
reached up the mountain.  The spring itself was like a 
moderate-sized pool with grassy banks all around.  The 
bright moonlight gleamed on the water, and we could see 
steam rising up in the cool summer air.  It was an 
ideal setting.

Steve switched off the flashlight and said, "Let's get 
naked!"  He wasted little time in stripping off his 
shoes, shirt and shorts; then, without hesitation, he 
hooked his thumbs in his boxer shorts and skinned them 
down his legs.  I couldn't help staring at the 
impressive tool dangling between his thighs; it seemed 
to hang halfway down to his knees, and it was thick and 
angry-looking-even when flaccid.  Glancing over, I 
caught my wife obviously staring at his manhood too.

Kellie broke the spell by shouting, "What's the matter, 
waiting for an invitation?"  I looked over to see her 
pull the T-shirt over her head revealing her large, 
perfectly formed breasts that I had become intimately 
familiar with.  They looked just as inviting in the 
moonlight.  She had on her black bikini bottom again, 
but before she could strip that off too my wife spoke 
up.  "Wow, Kell, you're sure not shy, are you?  Why 
don't you at least leave something on so I don't feel 
like the only one...please?"

"Oh, all right...Goody-two-shoes," Kellie sighed.  "But 
it's way more fun if you go all the way.  You should 
try it."

"Maybe later...I'm just not ready yet," Nat said, as 
she kicked off her shoes.  She was wearing a T-shirt 
and some shorts.  She'd forgotten to pack a swimsuit.  
"At least take off your shorts!" Kellie chided her.  
"You have underwear on, don't ya?"

Natalie looked over at me questioningly.  "Go ahead. . 
." I said.  "I'm going for it."  Then I began to pull 
my clothes off.  I could sense both women's eyes on me 
as I finally reached for my boxers.  Feeling playful, I 
turned my back to them and slowly peeled the garment 
down my legs-pausing to give them a good look at "my" 
full moon.  I heard Kellie giggling and encouraging me 
with raunchy comments about my "cute" ass.  Finally I 
stripped completely and turned around to expose the 
"Full Monty", aware that I was half erect.  "My, my. . 
." Kellie said, grinning.

Steve was already relaxing in the water, lighting up 
another bowl of pot.  "Come on in. . .the water's 
fine!" he yelled.

Natalie realized she was holding up the party, so she 
reluctantly unzipped her shorts and slid them down her 
shapely legs.  Underneath, my wife had on skimpy white 
panties.  Deciding to leave those and her T-shirt on, 
she said, "OK, let's go," and we all joined Steve in 
the soothing, steamy water.  The temperature was close 
to perfect.

The hot spring was fairly shallow-the surface was just 
above my waist when I stood up.  The bottom was sandy, 
but there were large, smooth rocks here and there that 
proved to be good stools and chairs to perch on; so we 
sat there lounging, gently splashing ourselves, and 
chatting while we passed the pipe and refueled a raging 
buzz.

We kind of naturally paired up with our spouses at 
first.  Natalie sat next to me and I noticed that her 
shirt had become almost transparent when it got wet.  I 
could easily see her dark nipples showing through the 
fabric.  "Why don't you just take that thing off," I 
told her at last.  "It's not hiding anything anyway."  
She looked down and could see I was right.  Between the 
peer pressure and the fresh high she was enjoying, she 
finally gave in.  Crossing her arms, she pulled the wet 
shirt over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her 
glistening breasts to us all.  Kellie and Steve both 
clapped and whistled with approval.

By now we were all pretty stoned.  There was a lot of 
horsing-around-splashing back and forth and laughing;  
we were having a great time.  Then Kellie said, "Let's 
play a game!"

"What game?" I asked.

"I dunno, let's play Truth or Dare."

"God, I haven't played Truth or Dare since we were 
teenagers," Natalie laughed.
"I don't think I've ever played it. . .or at least I 
don't remember how it goes." I said.  "How do you 
play?"

Kellie explained, "Well, the way we used to play it, 
you pick somebody and ask them 'Truth or Dare?' Then 
they have to pick one.  If they pick 'Truth' you can 
ask them any question and they have to answer it; but, 
if they pick 'Dare', you can tell them to do anything 
and they have to do it...they have to do whatever you 
say."

This game sounded like it could create some interesting 
possibilities-especially in our current state of 
feeling no pain.  "So then what happens?" I asked.

"After the person does the Truth or Dare, then they can 
pick the next person...and it keeps going like that."  
For some reason Kellie kept looking at me while she 
laid out the rules.

"What if you don't want to tell about something... or 
if you don't want to do what they say," Natalie said 
nervously.  "I mean, I know you guys, Kell, you can be 
sick and twisted sometimes!"

"Get over it, Sis, you remember the game," Kellie shot 
back with a mischievous grin.  "Them's the rules.  
That's what makes it fun... anything goes!  Tell all or 
pay the penalty!"

"I'm in." Steve said.  "Me too," I heard myself say.

"Oh, what the hell." Natalie giggled.  "I'm so stoned, 
I probably won't remember anything anyway!  Who goes 
first?"

Steve had an idea to take an empty beer can and spin it 
in the water between us.  Whomever the top of the can 
pointed to when it came close to stopping could choose 
the first victim.  The can eventually pointed to me.  
Steve looked up and said, "Go for it, Mike.  Who's it 
gonna be?"

"Kellie..." I said without hesitation. "Truth or Dare?"

My wife's sister had a twinkle in her eyes as she 
folded her arms and stared back at me.  "Truth!" she 
said, almost challenging me.

Realizing the pressure was now on me to set the tone 
for this wild activity, I thought for a moment; I had 
to make it good.  "Ok," I said finally, "What is the 
most outrageous sexual fantasy you have that you have 
never told anybody about?"  I immediately felt proud of 
myself for such a bold question-especially when my wife 
slapped my shoulder.

But Kellie didn't even pause to think about it.  "That 
easy," she said.  "I've always wanted to be in like a 
group sex thing where there are people all over me-
touching and sucking me and everything.  I think it 
would be so cool to like, just overdose on sex, ya 
know?" She and Steve looked at each other and burst out 
laughing.  Steve said, "I thought it was supposed to be 
something I didn't know about.  Guess again!  That sure 
sounds like something Kellie would like.

Who's next?"

Kellie looked around for a moment.  "Natalie! ... Truth 
or Dare?"

I could see my wife struggling with the choice.  I knew 
she didn't want to reveal anything like Kellie had just 
told us, but she was also afraid her sister would make 
her do something really embarrassing or perverted.  
"Truth..." she finally whispered.

I could see the wheels spinning in Kellie's devious 
brain.  "All right, Big Sister how often do you 
masturbate, and what do you think about when you do?"

Natalie gasped, "That's two questions!  You are so 
wicked, Kellie!"

Kellie snickered, "Answer everything. . .or I'll just 
ask again later."  I was really interested to hear what 
my wife would say, too.

Nat cleared her throat tentatively.  "Well, uh. . .I 
guess maybe two or three times. . .a week," she 
started.  "What do I think about?  I dunno. . .making 
love, I guess. . ."

We all groaned in disappointment (although I was 
surprised to learn how often my wife admitted to 
diddling herself). "Everybody thinks about fucking. . 
." Kellie said.  Come on, give us details about what 
you think about!"

"Jeez, I dunno. . ." Nat said, "I probably think about 
romantic things like being captured by a handsome 
pirate or something and then seduced and taken almost 
against my will. . .  You know, stuff like that."  Her 
fantasy seemed to satisfy the group.  It certainly got 
me thinking.  "My turn,"  Natalie said, as she looked 
around. . .  "Steve. . .Truth or Dare?"

The big fireman didn't even look surprised or 
concerned.  "Dare!" he said defiantly.

Natalie seemed to struggle with her thoughts again.  
Then she lowered her eyes, and in a small voice that 
sounded almost like a little girl she said, "Show us 
how big your. . .cock is. . ."

Steve got a big grin on his face and chuckled, "Hard or 
soft?"

"Hard. . ." she meekly replied.

"Well, to do that I'm gonna need some help.  Any 
volunteers?" he said as he looked strait at my wife.  
Natalie still was looking down at her chest.  I think 
she had surprised even herself with her request and was 
afraid to go any further.

Kellie waited for a minute then said, "Shit. . .I'll do 
it!  Come here, ya big stud!"  We all watched as Steve 
hoisted himself up and sat back on the grassy bank.  
His large wet cock was laying passively against his 
thigh.  Again I was amazed at its size and mass, as 
Kellie moved over between his legs and grasped him.   
Slowly she pumped her small fist up and down-her 
exposed breasts swayed back and forth with her arm 
movements.

I looked over to see Natalie watching intently.  She 
inched forward in the water to get a better view as his 
huge organ began to rise and inflate.  It didn't take 
Kellie long to massage him almost fully erect, and his 
large testicles bounced and swayed under her pumping 
hand.  Steve had his eyes closed now and his usual 
smile was even bigger.

"That's about as big as it gets," Kellie finally said.  
She held it there proudly for inspection, as my wife 
and I stared in amazement.  He was at least nine-inches 
long and thick.  Slick and hard in the moonlight, with 
the big smooth helmet head it reminded me of some kind 
of missile or rocket ready to launch.  Kellie looked 
over at her sister.  "Wanna touch it?"

"No, that's OK." Natalie said softly.  "Not right now."  
We all heard her declining the invitation; but we were 
equally aware that she had left the possibility open 
for the future.

"Who's turn is it?" I said to break the akward silence. 
"Steve?"

"Damn...I can't believe y'all are gonna leave me this 
way," Steve grinned.  "All right...uh, Mike!  Truth or 
Dare?"

I followed Steve's example and did the macho thing.  
"Dare..."

Steve looked at Kellie who was still softly stroking 
his manhood.  "Ok, I dare ya to let Kell here do the 
same thing to you that she did to me.  Let's see how 
you measure up, cowboy!"

Natalie gasped beside me.  "Kell...you wouldn't!" she 
said.  But I could tell by the tone in her voice that 
she didn't really seem that upset or shocked.  Maybe it 
was the pot.

"Oh yeah?  Watch this.  Come here, Mikey!  Kellie 
laughed, as she glided over to me and repeated the 
process of helping me up onto the bank.  Looking into 
my eyes, she whispered, "Nice," then she started to 
softly caress and stroke my cock that didn't need much 
encouragement to become fully erect.  I'm certainly not 
as big as Steve, but I can hold my own with most guys.  
I closed my eyes and drifted off as my Sister-In-Law's 
expert touch made my head spin even more than it 
already was.  "I think he likes it." I heard Kellie 
say, and the others laughed softly.

"OK...that's enough." Natalie said, putting an 
unwelcome stop to my pleasure.  "Let's keep going. . ."

Coming out of my daze, I spoke up.  "Let's change 
things a bit.  Since Kellie's had to do all the work on 
the last two turns...let's let her pick next."  There 
were no objections, so Kellie reluctantly stopped 
stroking me and looked around at her sister who was 
watching closely.   "Natalie! ... Truth or Dare?"

"You picked me last time!" my wife complained.

"So?  I can pick anybody I want.  What's the matter, 
are ya chicken?"

"No," Nat frowned.  "OK...Dare, damn it."
My heart started to beat a little faster as I realized 
Kellie would likely make my wife do something wild.  I 
was glad Natalie was starting to get into the spirit of 
all this.

"All right," Kellie said.  "I dare you to let Steve 
take your panties off... with his teeth!"  I was right.  
This would be intense.

"I don't know..." Natalie began.  But before she 
could object any further, Kellie jumped all over her.  
"Hey, we all did it!" she griped.  "You have to do it 
too!  That's the rules.  We all agreed."

Resigned to her fate, Nat moved over by Steve-still 
sitting on the grassy bank with his big tool lazily 
waving in the air.  We watched as he helped her climb 
out of the water and sit next to him.  "How are we 
gonna do this?" she asked.

"Why don't you just lay back and relax," he replied.  
"This won't hurt a bit!"

My pretty blonde-haired wife leaned back and spread her 
legs slightly.  The wet panties she wore did nothing to 
hide her feminine secrets.  In the bright moonlight we 
could easily see the dark patch of her trimmed bush; 
and below, the fleshy lips of her pussy were clearly 
visible too.

Steve decided to take advantage of the situation and 
play around a little.  Instead of going right for the 
panties, he lowered his head and began to nibble and 
tickle her around the edges.  Natalie tensed and 
giggled from the sensations, but she didn't object.  
Finally Steve placed his hands on either side of her 
and reached down with his mouth and teeth to take hold 
of the top edge of the drenched silk.  Slowly he pulled 
down and revealed her naked belly, then her soft, wet 
honey-colored hairs.

I noticed that Natalie was no longer giggling and her 
breathing seemed to be getting deeper.  She raised her 
hips slightly to help him with his effort.  Soon his 
nose was brushing against her bush.  Just slightly 
lower and his mouth would be right on her sex.  
Suddenly Natalie moaned... loud.  I think it surprised 
all of us.  Her hips raised up even higher and began to 
gently rotate and rock as Steve kept moving his teeth 
lower.

Watching with fascination, I became aware that Kellie 
was stroking my cock again.  She was still standing in 
the water between my legs, looking over at her husband 
and my wife.  Reaching down, I grasped a handful of one 
of her amazing breasts.  I heard her purr in 
appreciation as my thumb found a hard nipple and began 
to rake back and forth across the turgid flesh.  In 
response, she gripped my rod more firmly and started to 
pump faster.

Looking back at Steve and Natalie, I saw that he had 
her panties down past her crotch now, but he was no 
longer working at pulling them any further.  My wife 
had her hands tangled in his hair as he obviously 
kissed, licked, and lapped at her sopped opening.  I 
remember thinking the game was over, as Steve reached 
up with one hand and ripped her panties from her body, 
then spread her legs wide to give him better access.  
The scene excited me intensely, and I lowered my head 
to kiss Kellie deeply-our tongues intertwined with hot 
passion.

My Sister-In-Law broke the kiss and lowered her head 
down to take me in her mouth.  I groaned loudly as her 
sweet, wet softness engulfed me.  Holding her head 
gently in my hands, I helped her bob up and down on my 
shaft.  Each time she would raise up, she would pause 
and swirl her tongue all around the sensitive head of 
my throbbing prick while she jacked me gently with her 
hand.  Leaning back on my elbows, I looked over to see 
what Steve and Natalie were doing.

Steve was now on his back with my petite wife draped 
over him in a sixty-nine position.  Her tight little 
ass was arched up in front of his face as he continued 
to lap and suck between her legs.  He appeared to have 
a finger moving in and out of her as he licked her 
without mercy.  Natalie was doing her best to take his 
monster cock in her mouth.  Her lips were stretched 
wide and her cheeks hollowed in and out while she moved 
her head up and down.  I could hear her moaning and 
panting around his huge shaft as she tried desperately 
to return the pleasure he was obviously giving her.

Kellie's blowjob was getting me close to the edge, so I 
pulled her off and slid down into the warm water with 
her.  We embraced and kissed each other while she 
ground her covered pussy against my hard cock.  "I 
thought we were all supposed to be naked," I teased as 
I reached down and stripped the bikini bottom down her 
legs and tossed it onto the bank.

"Bout time," she giggled.  "Ever fuck in a hot spring?"
"Not that I can remember." I said truthfully.

"Where the hell ya been all yer life?" she teased.  
"Guess I'm gonna have to teach you everything.  Come 
on, big boy!"  She grabbed me by the cock and a led me 
over to the side.  Then she turned around and leaned 
against the edge of the pond.  Reaching back, she 
spread her feet slightly and guided my rock-hard pole 
up between her legs to her opening.  I pressed forward 
and pushed into her part way.  Even with the warm water 
around us, I could feel the heat of her steaming pussy 
around the tip of my rigid meat.

Kellie leaned forward and rested her elbows and hands 
on the bank.  I grasped her hips and pushed forward, 
sliding my cock almost all the way inside her with one 
stroke.  Kellie moaned and ground her ass back against 
me-pushing me the rest of the way in.  I began 
thrusting in and out with long, smooth strokes.  My 
hands reached around to cup and massage her breasts and 
nipples.  Water splashed and sloshed noisily around us, 
and we couldn't help but laugh at the commotion we were 
making.

I heard a familiar female squeal nearby and looked over 
to see my naked wife on her hands and knees.  She had 
her eyes closed tightly and her mouth was wide open.  
"Oh god..." she wailed again.  "It's so big... I don't 
know if I can take it!"

Steve was kneeling behind her with his massive cock 
partially buried inside her.  He was rocking back and 
forth gently, trying to inch the throbbing giant 
farther into her tight tunnel.  To his credit, he was 
patient and began to make slow progress as she moaned 
and clawed at the ground beneath her.  "That's it, 
baby. . .you're all wet and slick for me," he said 
soothingly. " It's gonna feel so good when I'm inside.  
I'm gonna stretch that pretty pussy and fuck you all 
night long."  She groaned again in reply and tried to 
rock her hips back against him slightly.

I'd never really considered how I would react to 
watching my wife being fucked by someone else-
especially my Brother-In-Law.  Somewhat surprisingly, I 
realized that, more than anything, it was a huge turn-
on.  Something about seeing my beautiful bride right in 
front of me with a well-hung stud giving her obviously 
pleasure was wildly erotic.  Of course, it didn't hurt 
to know that I was pounding into his wife at the same 
time!

I turned my attention back to Kellie and, grasping her 
soft hips, started to thrust into her with more 
urgency.  She pushed back at me with each stroke, then 
she surprised me by reaching between her legs to cup 
and squeeze my balls in her hand.  The sensation was 
incredible; I don't think I'd ever experienced it 
before.  Picking up the pace, I let her know through my 
actions that I liked what she was doing.

The night air was filled with the sounds of sex.  We 
almost sounded like a pack of wild wolves as we moaned, 
groaned, and grunted-urging our partners on and 
climbing toward mutual climax.

With all the physical exertion, the water was starting 
to get a little too warm.  I suggested to Kellie that 
we join Steve and Nat out in the cool air on the grass.  
She agreed and we both climbed out and settled down 
near them.  Changing positions, Kellie laid on her 
back- raising her knees and spreading her legs 
invitingly.  I wasted no time in climbing aboard again-
pushing my cock deep inside and immediately pistoning 
in and out furiously.

I looked up and noticed Natalie had now taken Steve 
inside her completely.  She cried out with a steady 
chant as he held onto her hips with a tight grip and 
pounded back and forth-causing the taut flesh of her 
soft buttocks to shake and tremble with each impact.  
Her breasts hung beneath her-swaying and jiggling 
violently.  Almost on cue, he reached forward and held 
the quivering tit flesh in his big hands, tweaking and 
teasing her nipples with his fingers.

My balls were churning as I plowed in and out of 
Kellie, and I could feel the first signs of my much 
needed explosion starting to rack my body.  Reaching 
down, I took hold of Kellie's legs and raised her 
ankles up on my shoulders.  With a better angle of 
penetration, I pushed up on my hands and planted my 
toes in the soft turf, then I proceeded to slam into my 
wife's sister like a crazed animal.

"Oh fuck!" she wailed.  "Uhh...uhnnngh ... uhh!  Yeah, 
that's it, fuck me hard... that feels so good!"

Natalie and Steve appeared close to exploding too.  My 
wife was still on her hands and knees and every muscle 
strained and shuddered against the relentless pounding 
from the big man behind her.

Kellie had scooted forward to the point that she was 
almost laying between Nat's hands-grasping and 
clenching at the ground.  Then something totally 
unexpected happened.  As Natalie panted and whimpered 
above her, Kellie reached up and pulled her sister's 
mouth down to her waiting lips for a passionate kiss.  
I think Nat was too close to her orgasm to even realize 
what was happening, or maybe she simply didn't care, 
but she returned the kiss with amazing intensity.  They 
both moaned and ground their mouths together with pink 
tongues battling.    I couldn't help wonder if this had 
happened before.

The erotic scene was too much for me.  I yelled out and 
thrust my cock into Kellie as far as it would go; 
holding it there, my hot load raced through me and 
exploded deep inside her.  The beautiful woman beneath 
me writhed and shuddered-her hands clawed at my back as 
she milked out the last of my thick seed with her 
strong inner muscles.

My wife and Kellie's husband were not far behind us.  
As we collapsed in each other's arms, I could hear Nat 
wailing and begging Steve to come inside her.  I opened 
my eyes to watch their finale.

Steve was hovering over Natalie like a giant bear.  She 
had dropped down on her elbows and her head was almost 
on the ground while her bouncing ass was raised high in 
the air to meet his brutal thrusts.  He was almost 
laying on top of her back with his arms wrapped around 
her waist.  The amazing sight was his hips: they 
slammed back and forth at almost inhuman speed; the 
slapping of their flesh together was incredibly loud 
and I could also hear the sucking and slurping sounds 
from the joining between their legs.

Finally Steve jerked up erect on his knees and let out 
what I can only describe as a roar that echoed 
throughout the mountains.  He slammed his hips forward 
into my wife one last time-spraying his huge load deep 
within her.  Natalie almost passed out.  Her eyes were 
rolled back in her head and her mouth was open wide, 
but no sound came out.

At last Steve finished emptying himself and he fell 
back away from her.  Natalie collapsed too and she 
fought to catch her breath, breasts heaving and sweat 
covering her small body as it glistened in the 
moonlight.  I knew she was all right when she finally 
looked toward me and smiled wearily.  "Truth or Dare," 
she whispered.

Later we made our way back to camp.  Without any 
discussion, Kellie and I went to one tent while Steve 
and Natalie went to the other.  After Kellie and I 
recovered somewhat, we spent the night exploring each 
other's bodies.  From the sounds next door, we could 
tell Steve and Nat were doing much the same.

The next day was our last up in the mountains, so we 
spent much of the time with our new partners.  I think 
we all realized that what had happened would be taboo 
in the real world; and, once we went back to our normal 
lives, this relationship would be too complicated or 
dangerous to continue.  So we made the most of the 
remaining time together.  It was one of the most 
satisfying experiences of my life, largely because 
there was no jealously or regret associated with what 
we had done.

At dusk we packed up the camp and went home to reality.  
One thing was sure-I had a new and deep appreciation 
for camping.



Post Script:

Natalie and I continued to socialize regularly with 
Steve and Kellie without any sexual relations.  One 
night a few months later at dinner, however, our little 
group had a startling surprise:

Both wives announced they were pregnant...

Happy Camping!

******THE END******

Thanks to all who sent comments and support for this 
story.  Look for new stories in the near future.

Author's e-mail: snake138@hotmail.com

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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