	"A Little Vacation Tail: Scott's Excellent Adventure"



	PART ONE 

     I was 30 or 45 minutes into a five-hour solo hike at one of our national parks (I won't say which) when 
I realized it was quite possible - no, it was quite probable - that my wife back at camp was getting it on 
with a hot, good-looking teenage stud. A smile crept over my face and my dick started getting hard.
     And what were the facts that led me to that conclusion?
     Fact one: My wife and I were vacationing with a gorgeous, 19-year-old friend who, despite his rather 
shy and unassuming nature, had quite the look of a Greek god. We had known Scott for a good 10 years, 
from the time he was a pre-pubescent kid. For years he had been our favorite in the youth program we led.  
Now, of course, he was too old for that but we had maintained a strong relationship with him anyway, and 
he with us. And at this point in his life he was young, unmarried and in the prime of young adulthood! 
And he was alone with us on vacation.
     My son, who was about the same age, was also to have been with us, but he canceled at the last minute. 
Scott still wanted to go, so there we were on vacation, hundreds of miles away from the norms which 
ruled our every day lives.
     He was the prettiest young man I think I ever saw - and I had seen every inch of him during gang 
showers at summer camps and on other outings we had taken. He had blond hair which he wore in a 
longish fashion, a peaches-and-cream complexion, a well-muscled torso, slender hips and perfectly 
proportioned sexual equipment. He was DaVinci's "David" - but with a thicker, longer penis than the 
statue, and a fine set of balls.
     Fact two: Just the evening before, our campsite had been filled with ribald sexual teasing and innuendo 
because Scott had let it slip in kind of a light-hearted way that he was getting horny. The way it came up, 
I believe, is that he and my wife had been talking just in general for quite some time about the 
complexities of boy-girl and man-woman relationships, and about Scott's girlfriend back home. He didn't 
come right out and say it, but it was fairly clear the relationship was a sexual one. Eventually, he said 
something to the effect that he was feeling he'd been away too long.
     "Getting horny, huh?" my wife teased.
     "I may have to pay a late-night visit to the bathroom," he teased back.
     "Look out, Scott," I said teasingly. "You'll go blind doing that."
     "Well, I've got a good hand if it comes to that," she offered with a laugh that left it ambiguous whether 
she meant it or not. That was often her way.
     "Yes, you do," I told her.
     We all chuckled, enjoying the intimacy of a good ribald joke and the glow of the lantern chasing away 
the nightime gloom. 
     Fact three: My wife had really gotten into the spirit of the tease and had kept it up for a while, almost 
in a flirtatious way - perhaps with a little more gusto than most people would have thought appropriate. I 
recognized it as a flirt, but I doubted she intended to take it anywhere.
     Fact four: Scott had been planning to accompany me on the hike this morning, but backed out at the 
last minute, saying he thought someone should stay back at the camp with my wife. She had planned to do 
laundry at the camp store. He would drive me to the trailhead and then return
to help her with that chore, picking me up when I returned at the appointed hour, he said.
     But as I hiked alone with my thoughts, a different scenario played itself out in my mind, and after 
mulling it a while I concluded Scott had the means and five hours' worth of opportunity to find some relief 
for his mounting sexual tension, and that my wife seemed to be in the mood to oblige him!
     If he was lucky, I concluded, he might get a hand job. If things really went well for him, I thought, he 
might even get a blow job that would rattle his bones and knock his socks off. And then if my wife really 
was hot, he just might get the wildest fuck of his young life!
	It was clear he'd already experienced sex - but probably not like that! An experienced, older 
woman knows tricks that a lot of young girls haven't had time to learn.
     As for her, she would be very careful to avoid pregnancy and she would be discrete. I was confident of 
this because of the way she had handled the one previous affair of our married life I knew about - an 
intense, highly sexual, six-week stand with a 30-something friend.
     In that case, however, I knew what was going on from the beginning, gave my permission, and even 
helped enable the trysting to minimize their risk of public exposure - and mine. In this case, I wasn't in 
the loop at this point. But what the hell, I told myself. This is vacation and even if something happens 
here, there's no way it can continue after we return home. Might as well just let it lead where it may.
     And, I told myself, if I can get it to lead to a three-way sex party - my favorite sexual fantasy, but still 
just a fantasy so far  - then by all means let's see what might happen.
     I knew she would be able to handle him easily if she chose to fuck him. I figured him for 6.5 or maybe 
7 inches hard - a little better than average yet not monstrous; even so, bigger than me. Her previous lover's 
cock was about 6.5 or 7 inches, I had surmised from what she had told me. Still, I knew she could handle 
even more than that. Some years previous I bought a big pink dildo which we used to enliven our sex 
lives. It must have been nine inches long and 2.5 inches in
diameter, but I could get the entire thing into her pussy! I got her off a couple of times with the device, 
which I christened "Big Tom" in honor of yet another friend I had said she could - but who she ultimately 
didn't - fuck. And during one period when we were into buttfucking, I came in her ass while pumping the 
dildo in and out of her cunt. It was one of the wildest experiences of my life. With my hard cock up her 
butt, I actually could feel the outline of the dildo in her pussy!
     I was absolutely alone as I continued my hike and as I absorbed the scenery, I also was visualizing 
what likely was happening back at camp.
     He had returned after dropping me off at the trailhead and gone to our tent to announce his presence. 
We had a big, four-man dome tent. He used a two-man tent which he erected a few yards away. During 
the rain which had accompanied our visit here, all three of us had spent some
of our waking hours in the big tent, where she and he whiled away the time by playing long games of gin 
rummy. During such times, they sprawled across one area of the tent in a care-free kind of intimacy - not 
touching, of course, but erecting no barriers, as mere casual acquaintances might do. So he was 
accustomed to being invited into the womb of the tent, and upon his return she invited him in again and 
turned to the cards. He sat near her and picked up the hand she had dealt.
     "What?" he asked quizzically, sensing her looking at him in a speculative, questioning way.
     "Nothing," she said. Then: "I was just wondering if you had - um - gotten some relief for your tension 
last night. You don't seem to be going blind this morning."
     He blushed, but only a bit. "I was kidding. I didn't really."
     "I wasn't," she said matter-of-factly, yet with a slightly husky note in her voice. "People really do tell 
me I've got a good hand."
     His eyes widened as he looked at her, then dropped his gaze, avoiding eye contact. He didn't know 
what to say, so he said nothing, hoping that he had misunderstood her meaning.
     She let the silence continue as she picked up her hand and began sorting her cards. Relieved that 
something had broken the moment, he began sorting his, too.
     For a while, there was an awkwardness as the game continued -  an unusual silence; not at all like the 
easy, casual chattiness that was the norm. She ginned. That seemed to ease the tension. "Dang," he 
exclaimed. "I was close."
     She looked at him and smiled, and he looked back. She continued to look at him and smiled.
     "What?" he asked again.
     "I said I wasn't kidding."
     There was no mistaking what she meant, even if he had chosen a moment earlier to pretend it was all 
very unclear.
     "If you're horny, I'll help you get off," she said. "Like I said, I've got a good hand."
     Now he realized that last night's sexual jesting and jousting was on the verge of leading to something, 
and that frightened him a bit. Not that he didn't know that older married women were sometimes attracted 
to pretty boys and occasionally tried to fuck them. But this would require a major attitude adjustment on 
his part. He'd have to stop looking upon her as a surrogate mom, and begin considering her as a possible 
sex object. Mind-boggling!  But that was his brain talking, and his dick also was sending signals to his 
body. "Maybe," his dick was saying.
     He thought to protest. A jumble of thoughts flooded his mind: how would I react, how would his 
girlfriend react? He felt emotions he couldn't even name.
     Before he could decide what to do, she reached over to him and ran her fingers lightly down his arm. 
He felt adrenaline kick in, and got that old familiar feeling as his dick began to stir.
     "This is vacation. I'm just trying to keep you from having wet dreams everywhere we go," she said in a 
teasing way. "Wouldn't you like some relief?"
     Actually, he would and did. He just wasn't sure what to do next. He hadn't been propositioned by an 
older woman before.
     "Let's play strip gin. If you win, you get to keep your clothes on. If I win, you take them off."
     He seemed slightly hesitant, despite his growing interest.
     "You've been beating me more than I've beaten you," she said. "You'll probably win. You can just bet 
your shirt to start."
     Before he could fully make up his mind to agree or disagree, she was shuffling the cards. He still 
wasn't sure about all this, but he picked up the hand, anyway, and sorted it.
     He hadn't met her halfway yet in the proposition, but he had taken the first step and they both knew it. 
"You're not going to beat this hand," he said, challenging her to do just that.
     She did.
     "Give it up," she teased.
     Feigning reluctance but, in fact, not loathe at all to show off his chest, he removed the shirt, revealing 
his hard, well-formed upper body and strong pecs.
     "My, my," she said, although she had seen this much of him before. Her reaction pleased him. It made 
him conscious of his youthful beauty and of the fact that in her eyes he had been transformed from 
juvenile friend to desirable sex mate. The thought pleased him.
     "Pants are next," she told him.
     "Only if you can get them," he said, teasing her with a slight taunt. But he picked up the cards, 
anyway, and played the hand. Maybe he even lost on purpose, but lose he did.
     "Well?" she asked after laying down her gin cards.
     He stood up in the tent, began to unhitch his belt and then hesitated, watching to see if that really was 
what she wanted him to do. 
     "You're going in the right direction now," she affirmed. "You lost. The pants are mine."
     Not quite bold enough to look her in the eyes, but daring enough to proceed, he unhitched the belt, 
unzipped the fly and slipped his jeans down over his feet. As he raised each leg to do so, she got a good 
look at the solid package stuffed into his white jockeys. She got an even better look at the bulge when he 
straightened up, unabashedly walked closer to her and handed her the jeans.
     She put one hand on his bare leg, sending an electric shock through him; paralyzing him for a long 
moment. Her eyes, he know, were glued to his crotch. With one hand, she lightly tickled his leg and then 
seemingly from out of nowhere her free hand was on his hip and then
sliding over to the bulge, lightly brushing his dick head through the soft cotton. He quivered. She stopped.
     "Mmm," she said. "You're big."
     He blushed again, moving away now and assuming a sitting position.
     She dealt the cards slowly and deliberately now, looking at him appraisingly as she did so. He looked 
back, warily at first. Then he appeared to grow more comfortable with the situation and returned the look. 
Still, he sat with his legs closed, not allowing her a good view.
     "This time it's all or nothing," she told him.
     "You're going to have to fight for it," he said, seeming now to be in a humor to continue the adventure, 
wherever it might lead.
     "Of course," she said with a laugh, "if I lose, you lose."
     He took that in but did not reply.
     Tension rose as the first cards were played. He studied each discard, studied his hand. She studied him 
and he was aware of this. He shifted his sitting position so that he now was sitting directly in front of her 
in his briefs and he let his legs open a bit, offering her a view.
     She smiled and then said triumphantly, "gin." After a short pause, she added, "Time for the show."
     He looked at her and determined that she was not kidding.
     "You really want me to take `em off?"
     "Only if you want to," she said, throwing him an intentional curve ball with her apparent nonchalance 
and savoring the moment as he wrestled with the uncertainty of what she wanted.
     "Take `em off," she said at last.
     Relieved that the situation had been clarified, he stood up and almost to his own surprise felt an 
erection coming on. His conscious recognition of that fact made his penis grow even bigger, stretching 
and straining against the cotton fabric. She knew. Her eyes were glued
lasciviously to the spot.
     "Why don't you come on over here?" she asked.
     Unable to help himself, he did as ordered until he was standing stock still in front of her, his penis now 
obviously completely erect behind the fabric.
     Then she did something completely unexpected. She moved her head toward his crotch and nibbled the 
throbbing cock through his underwear, mouthing the outline of his hard penis through the fabric, running 
up and down its length like a luscious ear of corn.
     When she stopped to gauge his expression, she saw that she had sent him into almost complete ecstacy. 
He looked down at her as if to ask, "Why are you stopping?"
     With her hand now, she reached up to rub his meat. Then with a deft stroke, she pulled down his 
underwear to expose his perfect, ready-for-action prick.
     "You are beautiful," she said admiringly, her eyes wandering eagerly from his long, pink dick 
emerging from curly tufts of brown pubic hair, to his perfect balls and their fine brown hairs.
     Suddenly, her mouth was on his cock! Grabbing his legs so he could not pull away, she took the head 
and a little bit of shaft and clamped down with her lips for a first taste. Then her tongue swirled around on 
the oh-so-tender underside of the head, and an exquisite urgency
washed over him. He groaned softly with pleasure. She moved her head forward, taking more of his hard 
young penis into her mouth, and moved one hand up to cup his balls, hefting them gently. Then, while 
holding his nuts, she let one finger slid back toward his ass, where it toyed gently with the sensitive skin 
but did not try to force its way in.
     Now she began mouth-fucking him, moving her head rapidly up and down the shaft.
     "Careful," he warned huskily. "Unless you want to do it this way. I'm close."
     She released his cock, now thoroughly wet with saliva and red with excitement, and looked up at him.
     She dabbed at  the tiny drip of pre-cum on his cock head with her tongue, then, satisfied he wasn't 
about to launch hot jets of jism immediately, made him lie down. She lay beside him and, taking his cock 
in her hand, began to jerk him off. After only a few strokes, she could feel his body tensing so she 
increased her speed and was rewarded with five, six, seven launches of hot sperm arcing into the air and 
falling back on his body and her hand. She continued jacking him for a few strokes after the last launch, 
extending his pleasure until he could stand it no longer. At last she stopped and, with a face cloth, wiped 
the sperm off his body and then from her hand.
     He lay almost in a state of stupor now, even as she continued to gaze on his young body and watch the 
hard, proud cock become flaccid. Even in that state, she decided, he was beautiful.
     She could have stayed that way for hours. At last, however, he stirred, and, his lust now spent, he 
looked for something to cover himself with, at last finding his jockey shorts.
     "Aw," she said.
     "Shouldn't we go do the laundry?" he asked, wanting now to get things back to normal - if that were 
possible - and feeling suddenly very naked. "I need to take a shower."
     "What time is it?" she asked, almost sleepily but realizing I would have to be picked up from the 
trailhead at some point.
     "It's nearly 10." 
     He rose and dressed, feeling slightly uncomfortable under her continued gaze, especially when his 
loose dick swung into her view as he stepped into his cotton shorts.

	(END OF PART 1)
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	PART TWO

     After he dressed, she let him leave the tent first, then followed a few minutes later. The morning still 
was misty, so not many of the other campers were stirring, and nobody was paying any attention to who 
came or went from our tent. With the laundry stuffed into a big plastic trash
bag and towels and soap in their hands, they headed for the car and zipped down to the store to begin 
washing clothes and themselves. 
     He found some coin-operated games to play. She read a book. What had passed between them was over 
for now, and both of them worked studiously at building a wall of the appropriate level. The difficulty 
came in judging just how big that wall should be. If it was too much, it would attract attention. If it wasn't 
enough, it also would attract attention. How distant can you be, he wondered, from someone who has just 
blown you and jacked you off? He had never had to wonder such things before. Teen-age sex was 
different. Everybody expected that. This was complex. Very complex.
     I had been keeping an eye on the time, and by now I was well along the route back. My mind was on 
what I assumed was happening back at camp.
     The long hike finally over, I waited at the trailhead for Scott to arrive. He was a few minutes late, but I 
didn't mind.
     "How was the hike?" he asked as I climbed in the passenger side, allowing him to continue in the 
driver's position. 
     "Great. I think you really would have liked it. Sorry you couldn't make it. Any problems or anything at 
camp?"
     "No. We got the laundry done, hit the showers. That's about it."
     I was curious if his behavior might betray any little secrets, but it didn't. Things were so normal, in 
fact, I was beginning to believe I had deluded myself imagining that they could have been intimate.
     With the rain still very much in evidence, I decided to dip into the vacation reserve and rent a small 
cabin. I was getting quite tired of the damp tent, and I felt they must be, too. 
	Fortunately, one was available. So in short order we've struck our campsite and relocated to a 
warm, cozy, two-room cabin, one room of which is the bathroom and shower.
     The three of us will sleep tonight in the main room, she and I on a small bed in one corner of the 
room, he on a cot in the other. No one complains about the lack of privacy, however. At least we are out of 
the damp.
     Settled in now, she and I decide to relax for a while and enjoy the cabin. Scott announces he is going to 
go try out the game room at the lodge, and soon he is gone. 
     "So, you had a good hike?"
     "Long," I reply. "But overall, yes. I'm glad I did it. What did you and Scott do while I was gone?"
     Silence for a moment. Then, "Well, you remember last night when he was talking about being so 
horny?"
     Thud! My heart stopped for a second in anticipation of what was coming. I felt an electric thrill in my 
cock.
     She continued: "You remember how you joked that maybe I ought to lend him a hand?"
     "And?"
     "Well, I did."
     Silence.
     "And?"
     "Well, nothing. I did."
     "Well, what did he say? What was his reaction?"
     She laughed. "His reaction was the same as yours when I do that for you. He came off."
     "You jacked him off."
     "Yes."
     "Well, how did he like it? How did you like it?"
     "What? You want all the details?"
     "No, just some of them. Did you do anything else?"
     "I took him in my mouth."
     "He came in your mouth?"
     "No, I just got him ready that way."
     I was rock hard. I could hardly stand the excitement, but she just wouldn't give me any details.
     "Did you screw?"
     "No."
     "Do you want to?"
     "I don't know. Yes, probably. I don't know if he wants to."
     "Well, hell. We're on vacation. Do it if you feel like it," I said. "If he feels like it." 
     She reached over and rubbed my crotch and instantly felt my hardon. We were just about to start 
getting it on when we heard the cabin door latch turn, and we quickly rearranged ourselves just before 
Scott came in.
     From his demeanor, I still couldn't tell they had been intimate earlier that day. But now I knew, and I 
had a new respect for his ability to be secretive.
     We dined sumptuously at the lodge that evening and returned to the cabin quite late.
     I let her go on in and invited Scott to take a turn or two on a nearby trail with me to walk off dinner. 
He was quiet as we headed to the trail, probably nervous and probably expecting repercussions from the 
morning sexfest.
     "You know, vacation is a time you can do anything you want. At least that's the way I've always felt 
about it. You know what I'm talking about?"
     "Not really," he said, dodging the issue.
     "You can do things you wouldn't normally do, and nobody gets hurt. You know? Okay, I'm beating 
around the bush here. What I'm trying to say is, if you enjoyed this morning in the tent - yes, I know about 
it. It's okay. It doesn't hurt me. I'm not upset and maybe for this vacation it's
just what she needs, and maybe you need it, too."
     He looked frightened and embarrassed and like he wanted to be 1,000 miles away. He said nothing.
     "Scott, you'll be married one day and you'll have responsibilities. If you're ever going to sow wild oats, 
this is the time in your life to do it. And she probably needs to sow some wild oats, too. We got married 
when we were very young. That's what I'm saying."
     "I never thought you two would be into that," he managed to say. "That's just too strange."
     "People are complex and everybody's got needs of one sort of another. But it's vacation, that's all. Don't 
think about all that other junk. We can do what we want for this little period in our lives. If you want to, 
it's okay. If you don't want to, okay. It doesn't hurt me and I am still your friend."
     He tried to absorb it, but it really was strange for him.
     "Look," I said. "Guy to guy. You're young, you're a stud. Get your rocks off wherever you can, 
wherever it's offered, and if it makes somebody else happy, too, that's all the better. On vacation, you're 
allowed to think with your dick."
     That broke the ice. He laughed.
     "So, I guess after this morning you're not going to have any wet dreams tonight, huh?"
     "Guess not," he said, at last acknowledging what had passed between them.
     I clapped him on the back. "I'll bet you've never had a hand job like that."
     "No," he said. "Not like that."
     "It's up to you where it goes from here. If you want it, I think you can get whatever you want. If you 
don't, that's okay, too. Just go with your feelings and do what's comfortable for you. And it will be okay 
with me."
     He didn't reply, and we returned to the cabin.
     Eventually, she and he ensconced themselves on his couch and played several hands of gin.
     It seemed a little awkward at first, but ultimately he loosened up and even began bantering playfully - 
perhaps even a little flirtatiously. I pretended to read, but watched the interplay in
fascination out of the corner of my eye.
     I announced I planned to be up before first light tomorrow to hike a couple of miles to get a sunrise 
shot. I told them I would be gone from 6 a.m. to about 8:30 a.m., but admonished them to rise by 8 a.m., 
shower and be ready for breakfast by 8:30. I really didn't need that much time for my photo shooting. But 
this might give her the opportunity to fuck the kid, I thought.
     At bed time, we turned off the cabin lights so we all could strip down to our bed clothes (just plain 
underwear for the guys; a nightie for her) in the dark. I couldn't help wondering if she'd prefer for him to 
be in bed with her right now.
     In bed, she reached  gently for my cock and gave it a little rub, whispering in my ear, "I love you." I 
whispered back, "Me, too. Do you want me to wake you when I leave?"
     "Yes. Goodnight, sweetheart."
     "Goodnight."
     As I had said, I was up and out by 6 a.m., even showering so I wouldn't have that chore facing me 
when I got back. I woke her, told her I was leaving, gave her a quick kiss and headed out the door, locking 
in behind me.
     As I hiked and as dark gave way to light, I imagined her waking him and then employing all her 
charms and wiles to get his hard young cock in her pussy. How would she do it? I envisioned several 
scenarios, all of which led to him pumping his throbbing organ in and out of her snatch and finally filling 
her with his hot sperm.
     But in fact, she had gone back to sleep. Still, she did manage to pull off a feat which kept him horny 
for the entire day.
     She awoke to him stirring at 7. Sleepily, he headed for the bathroom, relieved himself and returned to 
find a towel. He had to pass by her to do this, and he was clad only in his jockeys. His morning wood was 
still somewhat in evidence, and she was quite aware of that. Still, she didn't let him know she was awake. 
He passed by her again, went into the bathroom and started the shower. Then she quietly got out of bed, 
went into the bathroom (the door did not lock) and removed the towels and his underwear.
     The upshot of this was that after he was finished showering, he had to come back into the main room 
completely naked and dripping wet and a little angry, and she was there waiting for him.
     "Could I have my towel, please?" he said, sounding dismayed but perhaps just a little bit pleased. He 
made no attempt to cover his genitals. Why should he? She'd already seen them.
     "In a minute."
     "It's cold."
     "I'll warm you up."
     Then and there she blew him, taking his soft, dripping wet penis into her mouth and licking it with her 
tongue until she felt it come alive. She wrapped one hand around his buttocks to bring him closer to him, 
and hefted his balls with the other. He was rock hard. Then she
stopped.
     "Sorry. I just had to do that, you gorgeous stud."
     She turned her back to grab a towel and then headed toward the bathroom.
     Puzzled, dismayed, aching to get off again, he demanded, "Is that it?"
     "Look at the time. He'll be back in a minute and we have to go eat. But maybe we'll find time for more 
later on."
     "There's a word for that," he said, sounding out of sorts.
     "Oh?" she said, realizing exactly what he meant. "Would you be meaning cock-teaser?"
     At the appointed hour I returned to the cabin, anxious for some sign of whether they had gotten it on. I 
knocked before turning my key in the lock to give them time to disentangle if they were still in that 
situation. But she opened the door to my knock, and she was completely dressed. He was still dressing in 
the bathroom, she said.
     Outside on the stoop, she quietly explained to me what had happened. I couldn't help but laugh gently, 
and she did, too.
     Breakfast at the lodge was easy enough, but most of the conversation was between Scott and her while 
I transfused coffee into my system and enjoyed their verbal intercourse. The banter had just a hint of an 
edge to it, initiated by Scott. Sort of like he was gently picking on her; the kind of picking one does to give 
someone else's attention or, when one is miffed, to get under their skin. She realized full well what the 
cause of it was, and so did I. So she led it into a lighter
direction, and pretty soon the banter was entirely light hearted.
     We made short shrift of moving our luggage and gear from cabin to car, for we had hundreds of miles 
to travel. Next stop, another park, and more camping. Pretty much the whole day, in fact, was spent on the 
road, and from time to time lighthearted sexual innuendo would come into play.
     Stopping for gas and a coke, Scott stretched in the car and said, "Boy, I'm stiff."
     I caught the motion as she turned her head and cocked an eyebrow. He snickered lightly and grinned.
     Back on the road, I was ready for a Coke and asked for one from the cooler in the back seat. She 
reached over the seat and deftly fetched it before Scott could react, possibly brushing his leg in the process 
(but I'm not sure.)
     "Well, you ARE quite handy," Scott told her.
     "Yes, I AM," she said.
     Clouds followed us all day and when we reached the park and  checked out the campground, we 
weren't anxious to pitch tents. The campground was flat, low-lying land and water was pooled in what 
little grass there was.
     The motel in the park was booked up, but nearby we found another, and promptly checked in. I booked 
one with two queen-sized beds. Briefly, I considered booking two so that if she wanted, she could go spend 
a few hours alone with Scott and then spend some time alone with me. Fucking two men the same night, 
as it were - if she
wanted. But the price made me a little concerned about having enough left over to complete the trip, so I 
booked one, figuring we could improvise whatever needed to be done.
     We unloaded a few bags from the car, chose beds and began making ourselves comfortable in our new, 
temporary lodgings. It was late afternoon by now, too late, really, to start off sightseeing and too early for 
dinner. I plopped down in one of the chairs in the room to relax for a minute, and became aware of the 
absence of conversation. She was sitting on one bed, he on another; she busy with a travel guide, he 
playing a game of solitaire. I knew what was going on. The apparent indifference was simply a cover for 
what they really were longing to do, which was to jump each other's bones.
     Okay, I thought. I can make this easy.
     "Well," I finally said. "I don't think we want to go sightseeing until tomorrow. If nobody minds, I think 
I'll go over to the park now, though, and sign us up for the tour, and then go scout the town
and find a place to eat tonight."
     "That's a good idea," she said. "If you don't mind, I'll just stay here and rest. Maybe Scott and I will 
play some gin while you're gone."
     Scott, clearly understanding what she meant, nonetheless offered to go with me if I wanted.
     "No," I said. "You can just relax here, if you like. But give me a couple of hours before you all get 
worried about me. Tell you what - it's 4:30 now. I'll be back at 6:30 more or less, but no earlier than that."
     Done. Now they knew I'd be gone at least two hours and I had assured them of at least that much time 
together. I got my keys and headed to the door, but remember something I thought important and turned 
to her.
     Motioning to her to come with me, I led her to the bathroom and grabbed my shaving kit, opening it so 
she could see where the rubbers were. She nodded and I zipped the bag back up, then headed to the door 
once more.
     "See you in a few hours," I reaffirmed, pulling the door behind me and heading for the car.
     After hearing the car drive off, she made the move.
     "Okay, stud. How about a game of strip gin?"
     "Let me take a shower first," he said.
     "Umm," she almost purred. "Even better. Just the towel to get you out of."
     "I don't believe that will be too hard," he said.
     "Well, it better be," she replied, playing on words and making him laugh.
     A few minutes later, he emerged from the shower, nude except for the towel wrapped around his waist, 
his lithe body glistening with drops of water. Except for the foyer light bathing him in a golden glow, the 
room lights had been turned off. She was in bed with the covers partially pulled up,  wearing a rather 
sheer nightie, behind which he could just make out the shapes of her beautiful breasts.
     "Well, get the cards," she said, motioning to the deck on the other bed. Heart thumping, he did as he 
was told and then sat down near her on her bed.
     She dealt the cards, raising her eyes occasionally to look at him. He returned the gaze with no trace of 
shyness this time. The act of dealing required her to lean forward, towards him. The sheer nightie parted a 
bit and he saw nipple. Not as young or firm as his girlfriend's, of course, but nipple nonetheless, and not 
bad, either. She saw him look and felt flooded with a warm glow.
     "Rules are the same," she said.
     "I hope so," he said cockily, his dick beginning to stir in anticipation of a blow job and a handjob to 
relieve the nut ache she had left him with this morning.
     They played the game seriously and deliberately, but it was less a card game than foreplay.
     "Get ready to lose it," she told him. "I've got a good hand here."
     "Damn right you do," he said, smiling almost lewdly. She laughed. Then she ginned.
     "Take off the towel," she ordered. He stood up, faced her, looked directly in her eyes and allowed the 
towel to fall to the floor. Already he was semi-erect and he exuded pure sex. She inhaled him with her 
eyes, again taking in every detail of his incredibly beautiful sex organs - the perfect cock head left by a 
deft stroke of the circumcising knife,  the pleasing, creamy-peach color of the long shaft, the way his balls 
hung behind his dick, the taut curve of his now-erect cock.
     She slid to the side of the bed, let her gown fall open so that both breasts, including their hard nipples, 
were fully exposed, and again took him in her mouth. Cupping his balls in one hand, she took as much of 
her dick in his mouth as she could, then pulled her head back, then pushed it forward again, then repeated 
the process seven or eight times, increasing her speed as she went. It was a mouth fuck that just about sent 
him into orbit. Keeping his throbbing cock possessively in
her mouth, she looked up at him to gauge the effectiveness of her technique. Then, still clamped onto his 
cock, she reached for one of his hands and gently pulled it to her naked breast. He let it stay there 
motionless for a while, but after she began a series of tongue swirls around his cock shaft, his hand came 
alive and he began fondling her breast and teasing her nipples.
     She pulled her mouth off his cock and rose from the bed, kissing his body from navel to breast as she 
did so. Then she kissed him full on the lips, letting one hand wrap itself around his cock and begin a 
stroking action as she did so. With his cock in her hands, he could not pull away even if he wanted, so he 
accepted the long kiss, passively at first and then even returning it as the stroking brought him closer to 
climax. Then she broke away, leaving him still hot as a firecracker
and longing to get off.
     "I want you lying on the bed," she said.
     His body was completely hers now. He would do anything - anything - she asked. So he placed himself 
prone on the bed, his long dick stretched to its maximum limit now and perfectly curved to fit a pussy.
     Quickly she pulled the nightie over her head, leaving herself completely nude. Almost before he 
realized what was happening, she had mounted him, her legs straddling his, her pussy positioned just 
above his cock, her tits just inches from his face.
     Gently, she took his penis and rubbed it up and down her clit, then side to side, then round and round, 
the soft, brown pussy hairs tickling his cock head and triggering sensations he couldn't recall feeling 
before. In his sexual encounters with girls his own age, he had been the aggressor, he did the fucking. 
This was new. He was being fucked!
     She lowered herself slowly onto him, letting her warm, tight pussy slowly swallow his penis a little at a 
time, until she was sitting on top of him and his cock  was deeper in a woman than it had ever been 
before, stretched to its absolute limit. The sensation was the greatest he had ever experienced.
     "God that feels good," she said. "You are superb."
     "Wow," was all he could say, his body awash with sensation, including the sheer pride of allowing a 
woman to feel his cock stretched to the limit inside her and having her, in turn, appreciate and affirm its 
potency and effectiveness.
     She smiled, doing nothing now except experiencing the sensation of fullness she got from having a 
long, thick dick in her vagina.
     "I guess you didn't expect this."
     "I guess not."
     "Like it?"
     "Of course."
     With that, she began to rise up and down on him, gently at first to make sure the curvature of her 
vagina matched the curvature of his cock. The wrong angle could be painful for both of them.
     She stopped for a moment and bent over to kiss him. He returned the kiss passionately and as he did 
so, she stuck her tongue in his mouth. Surprised, he allowed it to go in and even used his own tongue to 
duel a bit with hers.
     Then she straightened up and again brought one of his hands to her breasts. As he fondled her, she 
began rising up and down again, fucking him. And then suddenly she increased her speed and began 
making little cries. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she said as a fever seemed to grip her and her
thighs began flying up and down very rapidly. Then one last protracted, "Oh," and everything stopped and 
she slumped back towards him, averting a collision by placing her hands on either side of his chest and 
catching her fall.
     "Wow," she exclaimed.
     "I guess you -"
     "I guess I did," she exclaimed. "Wow. You are WONDERFUL," she declared. "Now it's your turn. 
Let's change places."
     She dismounted and flopped to one side of the bed on her back. Scott needed no instruction or 
encouragement to move toward her and place his body between her upraised legs, which she then locked 
tightly around his back just above the butt. With one hand, he guided his
cock to the hole it had just reluctantly left and inserted it part way.
     Her pussy was a little tighter now, and he felt a bit of resistance. Slowly, however, he pushed all the 
way in and her pussy widened to accommodate the penetration. Once he sensed she was fully receptive 
again, he began pumping in and out, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed, first plunging into her 
and then withdrawing almost to the head of his cock, over and over again.
     He fucked wonderfully, she thought as she enjoyed his smooth strokes, which alternately filled her with 
urgent phallic thrusts and then left her feeling void. In, out, in, out, in, out - his balls slapping against her 
butt checks. Faster now and even faster. Then his body tensed and arced, and with the speed of lightning 
from deep inside his body came jets of sperm which splashed against the walls  of her canal and flooded 
her womb. She felt his penis convulse and his
body shudder with each ejaculation. He continued for a moment after the last bolt of jism had been shot 
off, enjoying the pure sensation of sex. At last, however, he stopped and slumped on top of her for a 
moment. She gently stroked  the back of his head, as she would have done a baby
who for a moment had gone to sleep atop her.
     He stirred after a bit and said, "Wow, that's the best."
     "I think so, too," she said.
     He began to withdraw his penis. "Wait," she said urgently. "Where's the towel?"
     "Shit. On the floor."
     "Get it quickly," she ordered.
     He pulled out, making a faint squishy sound as he did so,  jumped to the floor, grabbed the towel and 
handed it to her, then got back in bed beside her.
     "It's a flood," she said, trying to keep his rich semen from leaking onto the bed. She handed him a 
corner of the towel to dry his penis.
     Almost sheepishly, Scott said, "I hope we didn't need protection or anything."
     She laughed, "Well, it would be too late now, wouldn't it. But, no, we didn't."

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	PART THREE

	For a while, they lay there on top of the sheets, both nude except for the towel stuffed between her 
legs.
     "If I was still smoking, this would be the time to have a cigarette," she said. Scott, who had been laying 
on his back, rolled on his side to look at her. He allowed his eyes to fall again on
her golden breasts.
     She rolled over to look at him.
     "You are very good, Scott. I don't know how you learned to be such a good lover. You must have done 
it with a lot of girls."
     "Just two - no, three," he said, "but one doesn't really count because that was just once in the front seat 
of my car, and, well, it doesn't really count."
     "Because you didn't get off?"
     "Right."
     "Well, you don't have any trouble on that score now, I can tell you. Whoever you marry is going to 
have a lot to look forward to."
     He looked sheepish, as he often did when complimented.
     "You know that, don't you?"
     "I'm glad you told me." After a pause, he said, "That means a lot. I don't really like my body. I wish I 
was bigger."
     "You don't need to be any bigger," she said. "You've got all any woman could handle. More than most 
men I've seen."
     Now he was blushing. "I don't mean that. I mean height. I wish I was taller. I feel like a runt some 
times."
     "You're anything but that. And you're certainly one of the best lovers I've ever had. Women will go 
crazy over you. And you'd better look out - I may have to get you in the sack again before this trip is over."
     He laughed. "Any time." Then he said, "You can tell me if this is none of my business, but have there 
been a lot of them - lovers, I mean. Like, if this weren't happening right now, I would never have thought 
-"
     She laughed. "I don't hop in the sack with everybody in pants, if that's what you mean. I am very 
selective and, no, I haven't done it a lot. But I have had lovers, yes."
     Fearing he had offended her, he shook his head to indicate that WASN'T what he meant and began 
forming the words to reply, but she held up a finger, indicating he should not make the effort.
     "I've done it a few times with other people, and I know what pleases a woman and what doesn't. And 
you - you are a natural at this," she said soothingly, reaching a hand over to play with his hair.
     "Am I - uh - as good as -"
     "You're better than just about anybody who's ever been in my bed. The best. But women don't like to 
talk about other lovers when they're in bed with a man, Scott. That's not something you want to talk about 
with your girlfriend, either. What if she starts asking you about your past?"
     "She knows about some of it."
     "Well, I promise you that it won't be a good idea to tell her about this."
     "I don't plan to. I feel a little guilty, though."
     "Yeah, but I'll bet you've learned some new things."
     "That's for sure."
     "Some new ways to make her happy."
     "Yep."
     "Maybe I'll teach you some more before we get home."
     "Maybe I'll let you. But doesn't he mind? I mean, you're married to him and all."
     "I take care of him, just like I've taken care of you. He gets good sex and it's been okay with him the 
few times I've done it with other men."
     "I don't understand that. I mean, I'd never let - I'd be furious if - "
     "He says it makes our sex life better."
     "Better?"
     "Really, it's okay," she said. "Just don't worry about it."
     "Can I ask you something else?"
     "Maybe. What?"
     "What's it feel like? I mean, I've never asked my girlfriend or anything. I know it feels great to me, but 
what do women feel? Inside I mean."
     "When we're - making love?"
     He nodded that is what he meant.
     "It's kind of a warm, kind of filling feeling, you know? It's like a woman is doing what she's supposed 
to do, and it feels really good. We're not as sensitive inside as you men might think, but we can feel it 
when you climax."
     "Yeah?"
     "Oh, yes. I can almost tell you how many times you came. But enough of this. What time is it. We'd 
better clean up."
     "Quarter to six."
     "Can you make the bed? I'm going to take a quick shower."
     "Okay. Then I want to take another one, too."
     In the meantime, I had  been driving around for a good two hours, doing nothing but killing time and 
imagining what was going on back at the motel, and having a hard-on most of that time. Now my nuts 
were aching and I was trying to figure a way for my wife and I to fuck
tonight, even though I expected that she'd already fucked Scott. If not tonight, then tomorrow, I figured. 
But my preference was for tonight, both because of the ache in my balls and because I wanted to see what 
she felt like after having been fucked by another guy. The one productive note of my journey was to find a 
place to eat - the motel dining room.
     It's been two hours and 15 minutes now, safe enough, I figure, for me to return. To be absolutely safe, I 
knock at the door rather than use my key. Scott opens it promptly. The room is neat, the bed has been 
remade and both of them look as if they have recently showered.
     "How was your drive?" he asked, matter-of-factly.
     "Well, I checked out the park and found us a place to eat if anybody's hungry."
     "Ravenous," my wife said.
     "Yeah, I'm ready," said Scott.
     Teasing, I said, "You both sound like you've been getting some exercise or something."
     "You could say that," she replied.
     Scott looked slightly flustered. I clapped an arm around his shoulder and turned him toward the door.  
"Well, let's go if we're going," I called to her over my shoulder."
     At the car, he waited like a happy puppy for her to arrive so he could open the door and close it for her, 
then he hopped in the back seat.
     We drove up to the lobby because it was raining still, and I let them out under the porch. Again, he 
held the door for her and escorted her to the restaurant while I parked the car.
     I noticed throughout dinner that he was particularly attentive to her wants and desires. Something 
clearly had changed in their relationship. Although she hadn't told me yet about their
lovemaking, it was clear enough that they had done the deed. And now he was assuming something of the 
role of suitor, either because he felt he had to do so after having made love to her, or because he wanted to 
continue the sexual exercise for as long as he could. She, of course,
was flattered by the attention and clearly it was something to which she wished to become accustomed. 
My task now would be to separate them long enough for me to get some pussy. With the way he was 
fawning over her, though, that looked to be something of a task.
     We returned to the room after dinner and turned on the tube. She plopped down on the bed. Scott and I 
took the two chairs.
     "It's still early. What do we want to do?" I asked.
     "I just want to rest right here," she said. "After all that driving today, I'm pooped."
     Scott seemed uncertain what he wanted to do, and I could imagine the conflict inside him: one part of 
him thought he should give us some private time together; another part of him didn't want to think about 
someone else boning her, even if that someone else was her husband. But
what could he do?
     "Can I borrow the car for a while?" he asked. "I'd like to go into town and see if I can find some video 
games."
     I agreed and gave him the keys. He looked a little crestfallen, but still managed to let us know how 
long we'd be alone: an hour or so.
     "How was your afternoon?" I asked after hearing the car drive off.
     "Come over here and I'll tell you," she said. My cock sprang to attention, and I knew I was in for a 
good time.
     It was, in fact, some of the best sex ever. She filled me in on the general details of the afternoon, and 
then we fucked. As if I needed any proof of their lovemaking, I could still feel his sperm inside her as I 
slid my cock in and out of her pussy. She had been safe that day, she told me, and didn't make him use a 
rubber. He certainly had left her well lubricated - almost too much so. She wasn't as tight as I normally 
wanted, but that just got me more excited because I realized she was loose because Scott had fucked her so 
thoroughly.
     It was the first time I had fucked her so soon after she had done it with somebody else, and it was a 
huge turn-on. Instead of feeling as if I had been relegated to the "sloppy second" position in a gang-bang, 
I felt as if Scott had gotten her ready for me, opening her up with his
hard ramrod so I didn't have to waste time easing myself slowly into her pussy and then waiting for her 
vagina to widen to accept my cock. I didn't have to work to get the lubrication flowing that would make it 
possible to fuck her without hindrance.
     It took no time at all for me to reach orgasm and to fill her cunt for a second time that day with hot 
sperm. I asked if she wanted me to continue until she got off.
     "No, my love," she said. "I just wanted you to be  satisfied."
     After we had rested a while, I said, "Well, you've made two guys very happy today. I suppose you're 
proud of yourself?"
     "I'm just content," she said, patting my thigh. "And very tired. I think I'll go to sleep. You two stay up 
as long as you want. I think I'll sleep like a log tonight."
     She was fast asleep when Scott returned. I was still up watching TV. He seemed sulky, and wouldn't 
allow me to draw him into conversation, answering my overtures with one or two word responses. With a 
recklessness that would have seemed out of place if I hadn't known what had passed between them, he 
stripped to his jockeys without making any effort to see whether she was awake or asleep, and climbed 
into his bed. I wondered if I was seeing a little jealous rivalry
developing. I didn't want that to happen, because I felt great affection for Scott. I didn't want him feeling 
hurt, either, so I spent a rather restless night. Clearly he was having difficulty separating the physical 
from the emotional. I wished that he would just appreciate the fact that he was getting free, unconditional 
sex without feeling also that he had to get himself emotionally involved. Sex is so wasted on the young!
     He seemed in a better mood the next morning, more like the Scott we knew. Still, something had 
changed, but only someone who knew him well could tell that. He was less deferential and a bit more 
assertive and self-confident, as befits someone whose status had changed from junior member of the group 
to paramour. Where before he would not have allowed
her to see him in his underwear, he now acted as if that was no big deal.
     We breakfasted, packed up, checked out and spent a half day with a guide touring the back country. 
The tour was rejuvenating. It allowed me, and the others I think, to better compartmentalize our 
somewhat skewed lives and to separate them. There was the part that for
the previous two days had been ravenously sexual, and then there was the part that was now enjoying the 
innocent fun of touring a great natural phenomenon. And that lightened things up between the three of us. 
Scott was acting more like a boy again, but with just a hint of mischievous sexuality. She was acting more 
like a surrogate mother now, and I had slipped back into my role of surrogate father. But the trip wasn't 
over yet, and I realized that eventually she and I and definitely Scott would be getting horny again. It did 
me good to see him so light-hearted again, though, and she was enjoying that side of him, too.
     "He's a great kid," I said to her when I found that, in wandering off a bit, we had distanced ourselves 
from the group. "Is he handling things okay, do you think?"
     "He's acting fine," she said. "Are you?"
     "I'm fine so far."
     "I'm glad he's on this trip."
     I laughed. "You horny devil. Are you planing to seduce him again?"
     "He'll be the one seducing me next," she laughed back. "And, by the way, old man - you were pretty 
damn good in the sack yesterday."
     "We can arrange to do that any time," I said, "assuming you're not boffing Scott just then."
     She laughed and we aimed our footsteps back toward the group.
     "You'd better be careful: he's almost as good as you are," she teased. "Not quite, but he's getting there."
     Up ahead we see that Scott has found himself a little harem way out here - a couple of little teenie-
boppers, obviously trying to pretend they aren't really out here with their parents. They look like sisters or 
cousins, and they are competing for his attention. The girls' body
language suggests nothing more than that anxious-to-grow-up, anxious-to-be-liked, anxious-to-appear-
worldly set of emotions that most teens fall prey to. But Scott, whose unassuming manner usually suggests 
he is one for whom sex hasn't become the be-all and end-all, seems somehow different. He seems, in fact, 
to exude the quiet confidence of an older teen who knows all about sex and who is, in fact, an active 
practitioner of those arts. And that, of course, along with his youthful good looks, makes him an object of 
incredible fascination to them.
     My wife doesn't seem to feel threatened by this, or even jealous. By the time we reached Scott, the girls 
had rejoined their parents.
     "Just some fans," he told her teasingly.
     "Oh?" she said with a tone indicating she was taking it all in fun. "And did they want autographs or 
something else?"
     He laughed. "I told them I've got kind of a busy schedule right now, but to check back later and I'd see 
if I could work them in."
     She laughed. "Well, we'll try to keep you occupied so you don't have too much time on your hands."
     This, while delivered in a light-hearted vein, sounded to me as if Scott was about to get some more sex 
from my wife. I was not wrong.
     After the tour, we spent the next four or five hours driving to our next destination. It's back to tent 
camping for us now, since we plan to stay a couple of days and camping is the only way to accomplish 
that.
     In the spartan campground, you erect your tent on pads - little built up places where very small pea 
gravel, bunched up in 10 foot by 10 foot wooden forms, protects the earth. We set up the big dome tent on 
one such pad. Scott sets up his two-man tent on one about 15 feet away.
Only a handful of other tents are here.
     We cook dinner over the two-burner stove, doing little other than relaxing, unwinding from the day, 
talking occasionally about the sites we've seen. Twilight is near as we finish eating, and Scott volunteers 
to wash the dishes for us in the camper's wash basin adjacent to the restroom.
     My wife and I sit back in our folding chairs and enjoy the serenity as the sun, now well along in its 
journey across the sky, paints its most glorious colors of the day.
     I'm wondering what's keeping Scott now, and walk on over towards the restroom, where I see him 
engaged in conversation with  a new teen-age girl. As I walk on into the restroom, I can overhear them 
talking about some rock group I've never heard of. Scott again is subtly exuding a kind of sexual 
confidence, which apparently is not lost on his new friend because she is flirting with him in a restrained 
but unmistakable way.


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	PART FOUR


     Soon we both are back in camp, and we've lit the lantern. Night has fallen and a light chill is in the air.
     "It's starting to get cool. I'm going in the tent. Anybody want to play cards?" she asks. "How about 
some three-handed gin?"
     We all go in the tent and make ourselves comfortable on the floor, pushing sleeping bags out of the 
way or sitting on top of them. The big battery-powered lantern gives us light.
     There is light banter all around during the first couple of games. 
     Eventually, though, I yawn and say, "I hate to be a party pooper, but I'm getting sleepy. How many 
more hands do you want to play?"
     She replies, "Oh, don't do that. Stay up a little longer. I'm just getting started."
     I shake my head. "I really am tired."
     She turns to Scott. "How about it? A few more hands?"
     Before he can respond, I make the offer.
     "Go ahead if you want to, Scott. I can just go over to your tent and take a nap. Just come wake me up 
when you all are through."
     For a moment there is silence. She is evaluating; he is evaluating. I am waiting for their decision.
     "You sure?" she asks, embracing the offer in anticipation of embracing Scott again.
     "Yep. I'm really tired. In fact, if you stay up too late just let me sleep there and Scott can bunk here."
     Scott didn't protest, but said, "Do you want to switch sleeping bags then? I can go get mine and you 
can take yours?"
     "Sure."
     I gathered up my sleeping bag and he and I walked over to his tent, where he did the same with his.
     "I'll get you up fairly early in the morning," I told him. "Before the other campers start stirring."
     "Okay," he said, understanding that the sleeping arrangement might look funny to other campers if 
they saw him coming out of the big tent and me coming out of the small one.
     I made my self comfortable in his tent and lay on top of the sleeping bag a while, thinking of what 
would be going on in the big tent. I eased my jeans down, pulled my jockeys down and started gently 
stroking my hard dick, taking my time and bringing myself almost to the point of orgasm and then 
backing off, over and over, until at last I shot a huge wad and soon thereafter fell asleep.
     In the other tent, Scott made himself comfortable in a position near her.
     "Looks like we're going to be sleeping together tonight," she said, somewhat provocatively. "Anything 
in particular you'd like to do?"
     There was a pause. Then, somewhat sensually, he said, "I can think of several things."
     "So can I," she replied. She let him see her lightly lick her lips. He moved closer to her. 
     "Like?"
     She touched his arm and allowed her fingers to run lightly down it and then rest on his thigh.
     "First, I'll have to get you out of your clothes. How hard will that be, I wonder."
     Playing teasingly with the words, he replied, "It will be very hard when you do that. But for what I've 
got in mind, you'll need to get out of yours, too."
     "My, my, my," she said. "And aren't we the forward young man now. I suppose that having all those 
young girls lusting after your body today has gotten you hot."
     Choosing just the right words, he said, "Being with you has gotten me hot."
     She reached for his hand, raised it and placed it on her breast. Even beneath the blouse and bra, he 
could feel her erect nipple. He let his fingers encircle the breast and then close gently around her tit. Then 
he moved closer to her and kissed her on the lips. He pulled away after a second to gauge her reaction.
     "You're a wonderful kisser," she said. "Do it again."
     He needed no further prompting. The kiss was longer this time with more urgency, and his hand 
automatically found its way to her breast. Then he gently pushed his tongue between her lips, catching her 
by surprise. She pulled gently away.
     "Why, Scott. I think you're trying to seduce me," she exclaimed with a tone of mock surprise and 
pleasure. Before he could respond, she re-established lip-lock and they dueled with their tongues. Then, 
she began thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth and paused for a
moment. Then he did the same to her, only his thrusts were deeper and more urgent and more intensely 
phallic. At last, they came up for air.
     She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and he, needing no further hints, slid his hand beneath the bra 
and felt the soft flesh. Then he reached both hands around her, found the catch to her bra and made short 
order of releasing it.
     "I can see you're an expert in getting a girl out of her bra," she said, admiringly. "You've done this 
before. How many times, I wonder."
     "Once or twice," he confessed as the bra fell loose The lantern glow fell on her beautiful breasts. 
Instantly, his mouth was over her left breast, his lips sucking on the nipple like a babe trying to get milk. 
She moaned softly.
     "You are seducing me," she said after a while.
     He removed his mouth. "It's working, too, isn't it."
     "You've got that about right."
     He stretched his legs a bit and put both hands to his crotch, gathering the material in order to unzip his 
fly. Suddenly, boldly, his erect penis was on full display, protruding through the open
fly.
     "It was getting a bit tight in there," he said.
     "Maybe it just needs some attention," she said, gently taking his rod in her hands.
     "I think it really does," he said. "I think it wants to be in your mouth," he said, pushing his the material 
down so that more of his throbbing penis was on display.
     "Mmm," she said. "That can be arranged. And then would it like to be somewhere else?"
     "I think it does; someplace else that's very nice and warm.'
     She leaned over and took the stiff peter in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive 
underside and then bobbing her head up and down, up and down, up and down, tasting, exploring, 
teasing, inhaling his maleness.
     "I want to see more of him," she said at last. "It's a shame for him to be cooped up like that. Why don't 
you get out of those clothes."
     "Okay. Why don't you do the same?"
     Smiling and grinning, they watched each other undress, then Scott arranged the sleeping bags so that 
they were side by side. It was funny and cute watching him work in the nude, she thought, because his 
erect cock sort of bobbed up and down as he moved. She particularly
enjoyed examining its curvature. When he stood straight, she noticed, his cock was bent tightly upward by 
strong young penis muscles; not flat against his groin, but out and up in a lovely arc that made her feel 
incredibly wonderful when it was pushing deep inside her and filling her up. His scrotum, was snugly 
contracted, pulling his balls up close to his dick. Working position, she mused; ready to go to work. She 
had noticed before that a man's nut sack contracted when he was ready to fuck. 
     She lay on one sleeping bag while he lay on his side on the bag adjacent to her, his dick within inches 
of her hand. He slid his hand under her head and kissed her again, deeply. Her hand took his cock and 
made gentle love to it. His hand massaged, caressed, made love to her breast, then once again he sucked 
her tit.
     "I think I want to eat something," she said.
     He stopped instantly and rose to his knees, maneuvering so that his cock was inches from her face. She 
cupped his tight balls in her hand and took his penis again in her mouth. First she mouth-fucked him, 
then she stopped and deep-throated him, pushing her head as far down the
shaft as she could go and pausing for a moment when she had taken as much as she could. She teased the 
underside of his meat with her talented tongue. Then she pulled off.
     "Fuck me, Scott," she ordered as she lay back on the sleeping bag and spread her legs. He really hadn't 
seen her pussy like this before, and he liked what he saw - the red slit hidden slightly hidden in the tangle 
of dark pubic hair. He knee-walked over her and positioned himself so that his dick head was over her 
pussy, then he gently began pushing. But there was a lot of resistance and he couldn't get past her cunt 
lips.
     Realizing the problem, she said, "You'll have to get me lubricated."
     "How?" he asked.
     "Finger-fuck me."
     He placed a hand gently on her mound and massaged ineffectively. Finally, she took his hand in hers 
and guided him to the sweet spot and guided him in stimulating her clit.
     "Now put your finger inside me."
     He rubbed his index finger up and down her pussy, then gently pressed and felt a slight give. He 
pushed a little more and a little more, feeling the tight, warm walls begin to give way. He pushed the 
finger in as far as he could, then withdrew it a bit, then pushed again and then withdrew. Her cunt walls 
were becoming more slippery now, and he knew she was ready to be penetrated by the real thing instead 
of this substitute.
     Again he put the head of his cock to the lips of her cunt, but this time he rubbed it up and down and 
around. Satisfied she was ready, he pushed gently forward, and she widened to accept the invasion. Now 
his body was pressed against hers and his penis was fully inside her. She
moaned softly with pleasure. He paused a moment, both to enjoy the pleasure of stretching his cock inside 
her, and to allow her to feel him at full length. She raised her legs and locked them behind his back, 
which allowed him even deeper  access and he pushed forward until his pubic bone was against hers.
     "That feels so good," she said.
     Then he fucked her with thrusts which started off slowly but quickly became youthful, urgent, 
insistent, his penis flying in and out of her receptive cunt like a high-speed piston.
     "Wait. Stop," she said.
     "What's the matter?"
     "Get a towel."
     He pulled out, his dick red with excitement, throbbing from the exercise and glistening with her juices. 
He got a towel from her travel bag and she placed it beneath her.
     "Now, lover. Let's do that again," she said.
     With his dick harder than ever, Scott once more penetrated her love canal and was quickly back to full 
stroke. Suddenly he tensed, his speed increased and he filled her with potent, high-velocity jets of hot 
sperm. He collapsed, spent, on top of her, still merged with her. She could feel the beating of his heart, 
now slightly accelerated, now slowing back down to normal rhythm. She rubbed his back, feeling the 
slight moisture of his sweat. He remained locked with her, enjoying the overwhelming sensation of peace 
that follows intense lovemaking and ejaculation. After a while he rose, pulled out of her and lay beside her 
on his sleeping bag, looking at her languidly.
     "That was great," he said at last.
     "Yes," she agreed. "And I'm sopped."
     He grinned. "Well," he said, "I was pretty hot."
     "I'll say."
     Silence follows for a while as they relish the moment. Then a thought strikes him.
     "Was it good? I mean, did you -"
     Turning to him and lightly stroking his hair, she says, "Did I what?"
     "Did you - uh - get off, I guess?"
     "I got what I wanted. I wanted you to get off and I wanted to feel you inside me."
     "But you didn't -"
     "Cum?"
     The word embarrassed him. Not that he didn't know it and use it, himself, but that it sounded somehow 
coarse when she said it.
     "Yeah," he said. That's what he meant. Did he get her off or not?
     "I don't every time. But I wanted you to, and you did."
     He seemed disappointed. She sensed that and continued to caress him very lightly.
     "It wasn't anything you did or didn't do. Women don't have to climax every time. Oh, sure, it's great. 
But it's also great having a man enjoy himself."
     Another pause while he absorbed the information.
     "What are we going to do after vacation's over?" he asked, not really sure why he asked the question, 
but his mind looking to the future, anyway.
     "Well, we'll just enjoy vacation for now and deal with that at the time. Why do you ask?"
     "I don't know. I was just wondering."
     "You mean wondering if we'll do this after vacation, or wondering something else?"
     "I guess. I don't know."
     She kissed him, and got up to put on her nightie, then slipped into her sleeping bag. He continued 
lying there, spent and nude.
     "Turn out the light, please," she said.
     He rolled over to get the lantern and switched it off. In the darkness he said, "Thank you." She reached 
out to touch him and said, "I enjoyed it, too. Good night."
     They both were sound asleep the next morning when, a little after dawn, I quietly unzipped the tent fly 
and stepped inside, pulling the fabric behind me so no one could see in. It wasn't really necessary because 
no one else was stirring in the campground, but I didn't want to
take any chances.
     I had to catch my breath for a moment. While she was curled up in her sleeping bag, Scott had fallen 
asleep on top of his, and he was still completely nude. He was as beautiful as I had remembered. His cock 
was now flacid and his balls were loose. For a moment, I almost wanted to go down on him, myself, to 
taste my wife's dried pussy juice on his tender young cock. I looked at him admiringly for a second or two 
longer, then woke him. Groggy, he looked up at me and then realized he was naked and quickly covered 
himself with the sleeping
bag. I had to laugh.
     "Don't worry about it, Scott. I've got one, too, and I've seen yours before, too. Relax. Just get dressed 
and let's swap tents now."
     I quietly left the tent, closing the fly, and went to the picnic table to crank up the stove for coffee. After 
a while, Scott came out of the big tent, carrying his sleeping bag. I followed him to his tent, got mine, and 
took it back to the big tent. Swap accomplished, and just in time because others were starting to stir now.
     The smell of coffee perking and bacon frying on the Coleman stove got my wife out of the tent and 
over to the picnic table, and soon Scott was there, too.
     "Lord, I'm hungry this morning," she said. I smiled, thinking to myself, "Well, after a good hard fuck 
I'd be hungry, too."
     The morning sun soon was warming the land, chasing away the slight chill, and breakfast was a big 
hit. Scott again agreed to wash dishes while I stowed away the cooking gear.
     The morning's agenda called for more touring. We all got in the car and drove to one particularly fine 
viewpoint, spending an hour or so there and another couple of hours at succeeding points. Scott decided 
he'd like to walk back to camp, since the day was so fine, and also decided he wanted to get a tan, so he 
tossed his shirt in the car
and, bare-chested, began walking, half-naked, down the trail.
     In the car, we talked about their evening fling, and I got hard again.
     "Well," I said, "he's going to have some new tricks to use on his girlfriend." That didn't seem to go 
over so well. I sensed she didn't want to be reminded that he had a girl waiting for him at home.
	"Shit," I thought to myself. "Now she is getting romantically entangled." That was a disturbing 
thought. It is, of course, the ever-present danger in these little liaisons that one party or the other will 
make the leap from the physical to the romantic side of love. Nothing wrong with that, of course, unless 
one of the participants is married. Then things become very, very complicated.
     We prepared lunch and Scott arrived back in camp about that time, looking fit and slightly sunburned. 
After lunch, she decided to rest in the tent. I asked Scott if he wanted to join me on a hike. He agreed.
	We weren't the only ones on the trail as we began, but the father we walked, the fewer people 
there were, and eventually we were alone.
     "Are you still enjoying vacation?" I asked, realizing the question could be interpreted two ways: are 
you having a good time, or, how's the sex. I was inquiring about his happiness, but if he wanted to answer 
the other question, that was okay, too.
     "Well," he said. "It's the most unusual vacation I've ever been on - and the best."
     I laughed and said, "You think every 19-year-old guy ought to get a vacation like this?"
     Taking me a little too literally, he replied, "Not really. Just me. I really wouldn't want anybody else to 
be with her. Except you, of course."
     "Well, I wouldn't let anybody other than you," I said, and he seemed reassured.
     "I've got a question for you."
     "Uh-oh," I thought to myself. But I told him, "Shoot."
     "It's about sex."
     "Well?"
     "Do you - I mean does she, or does anybody - a woman I mean - make it every time they do it?"
     I wasn't 100 percent sure what he meant, but I thought I had it figured out. Just to be sure, I asked, "Do 
you mean does a woman reach climax every time she has sex?"
     He looked relieved - and embarrassed, but nodded his head.
     "Oh, boy," I thought, "I'm not very good at straightforward guy-to-guy sex stuff." But working through 
that, I said:
     "You got off last night but she didn't?"
     He nodded.
     "And you want to know why she didn't."
     He nodded again.
     I laughed, relieved. That I could answer.
     "Okay. I'm going to let you in on some secret stuff. No, she doesn't get off every time. Sometimes she's 
tired and wants to please me so we do it, but she doesn't want to climax, herself. Sometimes I just haven't 
stimulated her enough because I'm tired. But I do have some tricks she likes. Do you want to hear `em?"
     He nodded that he did.
     "First, pay attention to the foreplay. Lots of foreplay. You know what I mean, don't you?"
     "Sure."
     "Lots of boob action. Suck her tits gently, rub her pussy gently, lots of kissing. Even some finger-
fucking to get her lubricated. And rub that little clitty, but don't rub too much or you'll get her off too 
soon."
     "Okay," he said, looking a little embarrassed that I was being so specific.
     "One more thing, Scott," I said.
     "What's that?"
     "Let her get off first. Sometimes that happens during the old basic missionary position - you know, 
front to front. But the easiest way I've found to make that happen is to do her doggie style. And while 
you're moving in and out of her with your - um - dick, reach around to her front and rub her clit. That 
really gets her off. Plus, it's a lot of fun."
     He looked unconvinced. Or maybe puzzled.
     I thought I'd better explain what I meant when I said "doggie-style," in case he was thinking I meant 
butt-fucking.
     "Just to be clear, because I don't know what other people mean when they talk about doing it doggie-
style. All I'm talking about is mounting her from the back and putting your - um - dick in the woman's 
pussy - not up her butt, but in her - well, her pussy. It is the greatest because generally she's tighter when 
you do it that way. You get in deeper, too."
     Now he looked interested.
     "She likes it?" he asked.
     "A lot of times. Usually I'll say something like, `Let's do it doggie-style,' and then she'll either agree or 
not. It's tighter and deeper. Try it sometime."
     "I dunno," he said. "I'm kind of thinking we ought to stop now, because vacation's just about over and - 
well - I need to be thinking more about my girlfriend. In fact, I need to call her when we get to a 
telephone."
     "That's fine," I said. "It's completely up to you. Be as normal as you can when you call her. Girlfriends 
usually have their antenna up, you know. She'll be listening to see if you seem funny. So don't be over-
anxious or anything; just be yourself."
     "Got it," he said. "Thanks for the advice and thanks for -"
     There was a long pause here while he looked for words.
     I turned to him and looked at him quizzically.
     "Thanks for?"
     He blushed. "For letting me - for letting us -"
     "Have sex?"
     "Yes."
     I clapped him on the back. "I should thank you. That's really made my sex life better."
     He wrinkled his brow in confusion. "Really? How."
     "She gets more amorous, more romantic with me."
     "Wow," he said.
     "Now, Scott, I want you to understand - that ain't the way most people react. So don't be thinking that 
most men are going to react that way if they find out you've been paying attention to their wives."
     He laughed. "No," he said, "I guess most would come after me with a shotgun."
     "Right."
     We got up and continued the hike.


	(END OF PART 4)
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	PART 5


     I had mixed feelings about him being ready to break it off. On one hand, I was glad. That would put 
things back to normal and we'd all get on with our regular lives. On the other hand, I'd been fantasizing 
that he would want to keep it up when we got back home, paying occasional visits to our home to have 
sex. I had envisioned them fucking in our bed at home and then, after that, I would come in and eat her 
out, lapping his cum out of her pussy, and then fucking her, myself, bringing her to a second or even a 
third orgasm of the night. I had visions of Scott and I fucking her together in a sex sandwich: she'd be 
riding him and I would fuck her ass, and he and I would feel our boners pressing together inside her.
     But it was better, I told myself, if that just remained fantasy.
     As we walked back, Scott was a few paces in front of me walking into the sun, his figure in silhouette 
with dazzling blond highlights reflecting from his hair. I had to reflect on the fine figure he cut and the 
naturalness of his gait. A beautiful boy on the verge of manhood giving my wife and I the excitement and 
companionship we craved on this trip, each in a different way. This was where he belonged at this 
moment - young and free and self-aware in this glorious setting, and helping us rediscover the sensuality 
of our youth.
     The remainder of the day and night was uneventful. We all went about the routine tasks of camp life 
and being vacationers. Occasional glances passed between them, but not of the come-hither type, for 
neither of them seemed horny tonight. Still, there was a quiet tenderness between them that was fetching. 
The evening wrapped us in a comfortable womb-like existence and we slept in our own tents, contentedly.
     We broke camp the next day and left after breakfast, heading for a two-day stopover in the big city 
before the push home. We arrived in the big city before noon.
     The rooms I had previously reserved at the motel turned out to be connecting rooms. We unloaded our 
bags and made ourselves comfortable, then planned the day. Scott wanted to spend some time on the 
phone with his girlfriend, which took half an hour or so. Then he knocked on
the connecting door and I let him in.
     "Everything okay at home?" I asked.
     He grinned. "Sounds like there's going to be a lot of action when I get home."
     "Why, Scott," she said. "I'm almost jealous." I couldn't determine from her tone if she was serious. 
Neither, I'm sure, could he.
     "She's a little jealous, too, I think."
     "Why do you say that?" she asked, a slight note of alarm in her voice. She worried he might have given 
away more on the telephone than he should. 
     "That she's not out here with me."
     "Oh," she replied. "Well, you'll be able to fix that in a couple of days. And I know you'll have 
something to look forward to." Lasciviously, she added, "And I know she will, too."
     He grinned again.
     "Okay, okay," I said. "Let's go see the town."
     That interrupted the exchange. Even so, I could almost sense the emotions churning within her. She 
didn't know Scott's girlfriend, but the very fact that the girl was waiting for him to come back and fuck her 
made my wife want another taste of the boy. The reasons had less to do with sex than with ego. She 
wanted another chance to give him something to remember when he was in the arms of another woman. 
But that was not what she told herself. In fact, she hadn't even reasoned it out. It was almost an automatic, 
emotional response for her. Still, I saw little chance she would fulfill that desire. This was our last real 
night of vacation. We'd be on the road tomorrow, overnighting at yet another hotel and halfway home. But 
the drive was a long one, and
tomorrow night we all would be tired. So there was only tonight, and I really didn't think she could pull it 
off. So sex wasn't much on my mind.
     We spent part of the afternoon touring and shopping in a carefree sort of existence. Then we ate a 
leisurely meal. By sundown we were
back in our rooms. We decided to watch TV in our room. Scott went to his.
     She got in her nightgown and slipped under the bed covers, propping herself up on a pillow. I turned 
on the TV and flipped off the overhead light, leaving the room lit just by one lamp in the corner. Still 
wearing shorts and a shirt, I sat in a chair to enjoy the show.  The TV was hooked to cable and was pre-
tuned to an adult channel, apparently by the previous occupant. As the TV flickered to life, a couple was 
smooching passionately, but all in all it was fairly tame stuff;
nothing more than you'd see on standard TV. Scott knocked on the connecting door and I got up to open 
it.
     "Nothing on TV," he said. "Anybody want a game of gin?"
     "Well, you've got a better program than I've got," he said.
     "Come in and watch it if you want," she said.
     Scott, too, was in shorts and shirt, and barefoot. He plopped down in a second chair in the room. As he 
did so, the woman on the screen began to disrobe and in short order was completely nude. The camera 
zooms in on her firm breasts and then pans back to show the male stepping out of his jockeys with what 
must be a big nine-inch cock swinging free.  No one in the room can utter a word, - not even, "change the 
channel." Our eyes all are glued to the tube, and my wife
doesn't even like porn flics! Now a second man enters the picture with a big grin on his face and begins to 
disrobe. A few seconds later, he's naked, too, sporting about a seven-inch, very-hard prick. Now the screen 
is full of caresses, bumps, grinds, dicks, tits and pussy. Suddenly, they all are on the bed, her head buried 
in one guy's lap with her mouth on his cock. The other guy, meanwhile, mounts her from the rear and 
proceeds to fuck her doggie-style.
     Finally, she broke the silence: "And which of my men planned this little surprise?" Her tone was one of 
amusement. We both looked at her and gave the universal shrug, as if to say, "Don't look at me. I didn't do 
it."
     She moved over to the center of the king size bed, rearranged the pillows somewhat and said, "Why 
don't you both come on over here. Let me see what this picture's doing to you.
     I knew my hard-on would show, but I got up anyway and moved on over to the bed, sliding in next to 
her on the left. Scott was a bit sluggish. She had to pat the bed, as if summoning a pet to come to its 
mistress. Finally, he got up and she and I both could see the bulge of his hard dick showing through his 
shorts. He slid in beside her on the right, barely straightening up as if to hide what we already had seen.
     The grunts and other sex sounds continue from the TV, and in a few moments I feel her hand grabbing 
for my dick through the shorts. From the movement of her body, I can detect she also has grabbed for 
Scott's bulging penis.
     "Mmmm," she says. "Both my guys ready for action. What are we going to do about that?"
     Scott, too excited now to think about the girlfriend waiting for him at home, replies, "Something tells 
me you've already thought of something."
     "I believe she has," I reply, so excited I can barely believe my ultimate fantasy may be about to come to 
fruition. My heart is pounding and I'm harder than I've ever been in my life. My dick is aching for some 
action - some three-way action!
     On TV, the guy fucking the woman pulls his glistening cock out of her pussy and proceeds to jack off 
on her belly. The camera zooms in and we see him shoot off, leaving a puddle of sperm on her stomach.
     My wife leans to her right and gives Scott a quick kiss on the lips, then turns to me and we lock lips. 
Her tongue darts in and out of my mouth. She's still stroking my crotch and I can see she's still stroking 
his.
     "You both are going to poke holes through those shorts unless you take them off," she says.
     Ah - the moment of truth. Will he or won't he?
     Scott didn't move, probably because he didn't want to get naked with a hard-on in front of another 
man, who also was hard.
     "Let me just turn off this light," I said, getting up and walking across the room. I turned off the light, 
and now the room was lit only by the TV set. On screen, the second guy was getting one heck of a blowjob 
and was about to cum in the woman's mouth. In the bed, Scott now lay nude, his beautiful cock fully erect 
and my wife's lips poised inches above it. But she didn't go down on him just then. Instead, she freed 
herself from the bed covers and shifted her position just
a bit, signaling to Scott he should move to the center of the bed. He did so, positioning himself with his 
back resting against the headboards, his long legs wide apart and his dick and balls fully
exposed. She knee-walked over him and positioned herself between his legs. Then, still on her knees, she 
bent forward and took that beautiful cock deeply into her mouth.
     I watched in rapt fascination.
     I told myself, as if to prove that it was really happening, "My wife is giving Scott a blowjob and I'm 
watching her do it!"
     I don't know how long I watched for I was in ecstacy. I watched her bob her head up and down on his 
long shaft, fondle his balls, bob up and down some more and then, one by one, take each of his testicles 
gently into her mouth.
     The position she had assumed left her butt up in the air, covered barely by her flimsy nightie.
     I pulled my own clothes off, got on the bed behind her, uncovered her ass and rubbed my dickhead into 
her snatch from the rear.
     I heard her purr with delight, except it was muffled - the kind of sound one makes when trying to talk 
with a full mouth.
     Her cunt lips parted almost instantly to receive me, and I pushed on in and began to doggie-fuck while 
she munched on Scott's prong.
     Then I heard Scott tell her, "I'm about to cum." She pulled her mouth off his glistening cock and 
squeezed just below the head with her thumb and forefinger until the pressure inside his cock had passed. 
When she released the grip, a tiny bead of precum appeared. She licked it off.
     "I want to feel some cum inside me. I want a big, hard cock," she said huskily. 
     Scott looked uncertain what to do next, so I said, "Scott, come do it doggie-style." I pulled out of her 
and moved over next to her on the bed.
     "I want you, too - you're next," she said. Then we kissed, her still on all fours and me beside her on the 
bed. I reached up to fondle her breast.
     Scott's hard dick jiggled from side to side and bounced up and down as he hopped off the side of the 
bed and came up behind her, poking her right between the cheeks.
     "Not there, love," she said nicely. "Wrong hole." His dick head was trying to enter her ass. "Down a 
little."
     "Unless you want it that way," I teased. I saw him put his hand on his dick and re-position it.
     "That's the place," she told him. He pushed on in and now I was watching this horny teenage stud fuck 
my wife! Slowly at first and then more urgently, he thrust his cock in and out of her fuck hole, slamming 
his balls against her cheeks on every deep stroke. Her body shook every
time he rammed home, her breasts jiggled. On impulse, I slid down a bit, put my mouth on her tit and slid 
my finger up to her clit. While he fucked her from the rear, I tickled her clittie from the front, feeling him 
thrust his manhood with powerful strokes into her body. She began moaning in a way that told me she 
was about to cum, and suddenly his speed increased at a furious pace. I could feel them both shudder as 
they came simultaneously - Scott's dick buried deep inside her
and flooding her womb with his rich, warm seed. I kept tickling her clit, extending the orgasm for her as 
he pumped the last of his load deep into her body. I kept tickling even after it was obvious he had 
ejaculated all that he had. Finally, after experiencing three climaxes of her own, she stopped me, saying, 
"Wow!"
     He pulled out and collapsed in a heap beside her. "Stay there," I told her, moving hastily behind her to 
slide my own cock into her pussy. Instantly, I felt their sex liquids lubricating my cock and then on 
impulse I pulled out.
     "I'm going to give you one more vacation special," I told her.
     I flipped over on my back and slid my head beneath her pussy and diddled her wet clit with my tongue. 
Then I pushed my head up into the sweaty bush and stuck my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could get 
it. It was like tasting musky, mucousy oyster juice and it excited me to the
point I almost came. Using my tongue like a penis, I thrust in and out, in and out, each time bringing out 
a little dab of her love juices and his sperm-rich semen. I swallowed it all. I stopped, mounted her from 
the rear again and fucked her as if my life depended on it, ramming home in quick, deep thrusts. I felt the 
sperm welling within me and then my cock exploded in a gusher of cum that filled her pussy once again 
with male seed, and she came again, too.
     I think the three of us must have slept on the bed for an hour. I awoke first evidently and got up to take 
a shower. When I returned, Scott had gone to his room and my wife was awake.
     "Well, that was an experience," I said to her. She motioned for me to come and sit on the bed.
     "I hate to tell you this," she said, "but I feel like I may have gotten pregnant."
     "WHAT?"
     "I'm probably wrong."
     "From what? I mean when?"
     "From tonight."
     "No way. You couldn't possibly tell that."
     "Probably not. I just felt something funny when Scott climaxed inside me, like he had really made the 
big score, you know? Like one of those millions of little sperm got all the way up and hit the jackpot."
     "You probably felt strange because I was playing with your clit, too, you know? At the same time. Two 
different sensations at the same time. Remember?"
     "Maybe. I wouldn't mind having another one."
     "Another three-way?"
     "Baby."
     "Oh. Well, if you have a baby that has blond hair and blue eyes I guess we'll have to wonder exactly 
who the father was. Meantime, I'm not going to worry about it unless you miss your period. And, by the 
way: if you had any reason to believe this wasn't a safe time for you, why
didn't you say something. I've got rubbers."
     "I hate `em," she said. "You know I hate them. I don't like for anything to come between me and my 
man - my men."
     We didn't see Scott the rest of that night. He must have gone straight to sleep. That's what we did, too.
     He was a little distant the next day during the long, long which put us about halfway home. 
Conversation in the car was strictly non-sexual. I wondered if he was afraid of what had happened last 
night - afraid he had been sexually aberrant and now was marked for life. But what had he done? Fucked 
another man's wife? Yes. But he'd done that before. Oh, yes. Fucked another man's wife while the man 
was in the room watching and waiting to go next. Well, he'd certainly done that. And that, certainly, is 
fairly strange.
     Or, maybe he'd felt me diddling her clit while he was pumping her. And maybe he'd liked the way that 
felt on his dick and he was afraid he was turning queer. Or, maybe he was just withdrawing from us so 
that he'd be ready for his girlfriend when we got home.
     In the next few hours, we'd have to figure a way to bring closure to this; to help him put it in 
perspective in his mind so that once he got home, he wouldn't spill his guts to his friends or, worse, to his 
girlfriend. He wouldn't do it on purpose, of course, but after reflecting on it, he might let word slip. 
Obviously, that was always a risk and, ultimately, there might be nothing we could to prevent it. But 
closure was necessary, I felt, for all three of us. Would it be another
guy-to-guy talk? Would she have to have a gal-to-guy, a lover-to-lover talk? What would I say? What 
would she say? How would he take it?
     Our rooms at the motel were not adjoining, so after dinner I walked on down to Scott's room and 
knocked. He let me in.
     "Tired?"
     "Pretty pooped," he said.
     "We won't have any private time tomorrow before we get home, so I just wanted to do this now," I 
began.
     He looked faintly alarmed, as if he expected a ton of bricks to fall on his head. Instead, he got my 
extended hand, which he accepted.
     "It's been a great vacation," I said. "Thanks."
     "Thank you," he replied.
     "Are you okay with everything that's happened? I mean, we've kind of changed our relationship on this 
trip and I guess what I mean is, I don't want you feeling bad about this or anything, or about - well - you 
know."
     Of course, I was babbling. But I think he got the message. I was trying to tell him that he and I were 
still friends and that she and he were still friends.
     "Everything's fine," he said. "It's been strange, but I'm glad everything happened."
     "Unfortunately, this is the kind of thing that could ruin her reputation, my reputation, if you tell 
anybody about it. Even one person. Even your most trusted friend. People like to hear this kind of thing 
about other people, and they love to tell what they know. Please be really, really careful, Scott. Please."
     "You don't need to tell me," he said, somewhat defensively. "There aren't that many people I'd even 
talk to about it, and I won't. So nobody needs to know."
     I knew he would be as good as his word, so I felt things were okay. I relaxed a bit and I suppose he 
read that through my body language. He seemed to relax now, too.
     "Now let me ask a question," he said. "Did it bother you last night? Watching me and her?"
     "No. I enjoyed it. Why? Did it bother you?"
     "At first, because I didn't know if I was doing it right, but I was too horny to stop."
     "You did it perfectly. And I suppose you know that it doesn't happen every time when you and your 
girl come off at the same time. But you two did last night."
     "That was cool."
     For a moment we were silent. I rose and said, "Well, I'm kind of tired. Think I'll head back over to the 
room."
     He stood up. We looked at each other.
     "We'll always have something in common," I said.
     "That's right."
     We hugged like father and son, and I left.
     Now it was her turn. When I returned to the room, I suggested she say her goodbyes to him tonight. 
But she didn't want to be seen going to another room. So I hoofed it back down to Scott's, brought him 
back up to ours, then I left to give them some privacy.
     "I'm going to miss this time," she told him.
     "Me, too."
     They hugged.
     "You've really been wonderful, Scott. Some girl is going to  be very happy. But get ths: I'd better not 
hear of you cheatin' on me except with your steady girlfriend. You got it?"
     "I got it," he said. "No sweat. Nobody could take your place, anyway. I don't want second best."
     They hugged again, then he left.
     I returned when I saw him leave the room.
     "Hard?" I asked.
     "Very," she said. "He's sweet. I don't know if she deserves him."
     "You don't know her," I said. "Scott wouldn't pick out somebody who wasn't a nice person."
     "He wouldn't be the first. Women have ways. You men just don't know."
     "I think I do," I said, trying to be a tease and patting her on the thigh. But she wasn't in the mood for 
it. There was a slight tear in her eye.
     "I'm tired. Let's hit the sack."
     "Okay," she said.
     So there it was - short and sweet. Things back where they should be, except for my slight concern that 
Scott had left her pregnant. But, again, I decided I wouldn't worry until her period was way overdue. She 
had been known to be irregular before.
     The drive back was long and tedious, but we all seemed to be in good moods. We avoided any 
conversations relating to the few days before.
     We reached his home at dusk, and his girlfriend was there waiting for him. They embraced as soon as 
he was out of the car door.
     "Thanks for taking good care of Scott," she told my wife, smiling innocently, I thought. Or was there a 
slight questioning in her dark eyes.
     "Scott's always a pleasure," she replied, perhaps with just a touch of irony, a hint of a double meaning.
     "Well, he looks healthy enough and well-fed," the girlfriend said. "I know it was a great trip."
     "Yes, it really was," my wife said. "Thanks for letting us borrow him."
     We got Scott's gear out of the car. I gave him another little hug and my wife did, too. And shortly 
thereafter we were heading to our own home.
     We worried about possible pregnancy for a week, but then her period came. 
     We don't talk about the vacation much, except the sights we saw. Sometimes we look at the photo 
album, and I realize that she can't help but think of him in her arms. And on those nights, our sex life is 
really terrific. 
     Thanks, Scott.

