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Kellie and I were lounging around the campsite when Natalie and Steve returned from their hike. We tried hard not to look like we had just screwed each other's brains out.
My Brother-In-Law was in good spirits as he greeted us and chatted away about this and that. The burly fireman loudly picked up his wife and spun her around."So, did ya stay outta trouble while we were gone... or did ya make 'ol Mike there crazy?" he laughed.She squealed as he tickled her sides, then she looked over at me and winked. "We had a good l-o-n-g visit, didn't we Mike?"
Trying not to look guilty, I glanced over at my wife, Natalie. She was peering back at me looking a little confused... her face seemed flushed. "So, how was the hike, Nat. Did you get some good pictures?" I finally asked.
She lowered her eyes quickly and blushed again as she quietly answered, "Yes, it was very nice. Thanks for going with me, Steve." Then she excused herself and went over to crawl inside our tent. I looked at Steve and Kellie and they just shrugged. "I better go see what's up," I said.
When I got to the tent, Natalie was sitting with her head on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs.She rocked back and forth and I could hear her sniffling and trying to hold back tears.
"What's the matter, honey?" I asked with concern."Something happen while you were hiking?" I was still feeling guilty and was praying that she hadn't somehow seen Kellie and me naked and writhing around together.
"Oh, Mike. . ." she began to sob, "I think I've done something terrible. I'm so sorry."
My guilt turned instantly to real concern. "What's the matter, Nat. . .what happened?" A sinking feeling was starting to grow in the pit of my stomach.
"I'm afraid to tell you...I don't want you to be upset with me.
Oh, Mike...I didn't realize what I was doing. It's all my fault!"
She sat there rocking and crying softly while I tried to process what was going on. I was starting to have a pretty good idea that something had happened between Steve and my wife, but I needed details. "Natalie. . ." I began, "please tell me what's wrong. It's OK. I promise I won't be upset with you. Just tell me."
She struggled with her emotions for a moment longer, then she looked up at me with red, wet eyes. "I'm afraid your wife has been very naughty." she whispered.
"Tell me," I said firmly.
Natalie wiped her eyes and hesitantly began to tell her story:
When Steve and I left camp he lead me along some trails until we came to a beautiful meadow filled with wildflowers. It was so pretty I just had to take some pictures. I started clicking away, getting more excited with each new discovery.
Steve followed after me and seemed very interested in how my camera worked and how to find which shots to take, so I told him all about the equipment and some basic rules of photography. I don't know, Honey, I guess I was just happy to tell somebody else about my hobby. I know you don't like it very much, so I kind of ate up his attention and got a little carried away.
Anyway, pretty soon Steve asked if he could take some pictures. I gave him the camera and he sort of made a game of running around finding things to shoot. Then he said he wanted to take some pictures of me. I said no way! You know how shy I am about that. But he kept daring and coaxing me. He said I was the prettiest thing in the meadow, and I deserved to have a picture to remember I was here. Somehow that just made sense, so I told him he could go ahead. He started getting silly and wanted to pose me in all these funny ways; it was fun. We were laughing and teasing each other... but I didn't think it was anything bad. We were just having a good time in the sunshine. Steve kept telling me to hold my arms up this way, or sit this way-with my bare feet kicking in the air. He came up with all kinds of crazy ideas.
While my wife told the story, I couldn't help have mental images of them romping around the mountains with the thin, nearly transparent sun dress floating around her, and her braless breasts softly jiggling and swaying with each move she made. I envied the sight Steve must have enjoyed as she kicked up her lovely bare legs and laughed. I remembered how the sun shone through her dress perfectly outlining her sexy shape underneath. Breathtaking. As Natalie continued, I came out of my daydream.
After a while Steve asked me to play with my dress a little; you know, kind of swishing it around like a little girl or something. He said he was getting some great shots and kept urging me on. He would say things like-I should be a model and, I could sell these pictures to a magazine, stuff like that.Honey, like I said, I just sort of got carried away with what he was saying. It went to my head and soon I was lifting up my dress pretty high, and doing things that I normally wouldn't ever do.
Then Steve said I should let my hair down. He told me the sunlight would make a pretty picture shining behind me. I took the clip off and shook my head.He liked that and told me to look at the camera and act really sexy. I asked what he meant, and he said we should play a game like I was pretending to be a model for one of those nasty men's magazines. He laughed and joked with me and said it would be great to take some pictures like that and show them to you later. Oh, Mike, I don't know what came over me. The more he talked about it, the more it sounded like a good idea.He had me lay down in the flowers while he stood over me taking pictures-all the time pretending I was this sexy model and he was the photographer. It was getting hot and he took off his shirt. I tried to act like I thought one of those models would act-really seductive and steamy. I knew that my dress was probably showing off too much as I moved around and posed for him, but I really didn't think about it seriously until he made a comment about how pretty my panties were.
At first I was startled and began to think we had gone too far, but he kept smooth-talking like he was this professional and it was nothing he hadn't seen a million times. Then he said why don't you pull up your dress a little higher so we can take some shots of those pretty little panties-just like those Victoria's Secret models. Somehow that made it all right in my little brain. After all, I had seen hundreds of pictures of pretty women in those catalogs showing off their underwear. What was the big deal? So, before I realized what I was doing, I hiked my dress all the way up past my waist. I could feel the cool air on my skin and somehow I started to feel a little wicked while Steve hovered over me clicking away. Then Steve said I should take the dress off and really take some pictures like in those magazines. It was almost like I was drunk. For some reason the game and the play-acting had just gone to my head. I realized I was enjoying myself and I wasn't even thinking about being half naked with this strange man out in the woods.
Somewhere deep inside I knew it was wrong, but he kept complimenting me and telling me how sexy I looked and suddenly I just did it. I pulled the dress all the way off and lay back down in the flowers.
At this point Natalie stopped telling the story.Burying her face in her hands, she cried, "I don't want to tell you anymore. I can't imagine what you must think of me!"
My heart was pounding in my chest; and, to my surprise, my cock was throbbing in my pants. "Please, Nat... you have to tell me everything," I whispered.
Shaking her head, and with her eyes still closed, she struggled to continue.
Well, Steve kept telling me what to do. He kneeled down beside me and told me to touch myself. I didn't know what he meant, so I just kind of hugged myself and rubbed my shoulders. No, touch yourself here, he said, and pointed to my breasts while he aimed the camera again. Slowly I let my hands fall down and I touched them. It felt good. No, it felt wonderful! I closed my eyes and I started to feel myself all over-imagining that it was you or someone else touching me. I think I even forgot about Steve and the camera for a minute.
All I could think about was being naked and making love. Then I heard Steve say "lower..." Almost like I was hypnotized, my hands moved down farther on my tummy. I was starting to feel so warm and tingly all over. It was like a dream. I don't know how long I stayed like that-rubbing and touching my warm skin all over. Then Steve said that my panties were getting wet and that I should touch myself there. Without thinking, I reached down to feel between my legs.There was a big wet spot on the crotch, and when I rubbed a little, my head started to spin. It felt so good I had to keep rubbing myself.
Steve kept taking pictures and told me to put my hand inside my panties. That's pretty much what I needed to do anyway, so I reached my hand inside and touched myself there. I couldn't help it...I had to masturbate. I was beginning to feel like I wanted to come so bad! That's when I felt Steve on me. Before I knew what had happened, he was next to me kissing and licking me all over. I opened my eyes and saw that he was naked. He'd taken off his shorts and his big thing was hanging right in front of me as he leaned over. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It looked so long and hard, and his skin was so smooth and tan. He saw me staring and said to go ahead and touch it.
I'm so sorry, Honey...I couldn't help it. I wanted to touch it so bad. I was scared at first, but then he put his hand in my panties too and started to put his fingers inside me. I thought I was going to faint.Without even realizing what I was doing, I grabbed him and started to jack him off. He tried to pull my panties off, but I wouldn't let him. I was afraid of what might happen, so we just kept rubbing each other faster and faster.
I decided to make him come, and I knew I was getting close too. He said he wanted me to suck him and he moved over so he was close to my mouth. I closed my eyes and did it. It felt so strange in my mouth, Honey; so different from you. He's big and thick, and I had trouble keeping it in. He held my head up and started to kind of push in and out. I tried to keep up, but he was getting anxious and I could feel him swell up even bigger. I almost gagged when he pushed in.
He was still using his fingers on me and he started to rub my special spot. . .you know, my clit. My hips started to buck and shake and I could tell I was going to come soon. That's when I just sucked on the tip of his cock and started to pump him faster with my hand.Pretty soon he yelled out and squirted all over me.That set me off, and well, you know what I'm like when that happens.
"Oh, Sweetheart...Michael, will you ever forgive me? I am so ashamed. I swear I have never done anything like this before," she finally said.
"Did he fuck you?" I asked.
"No...no, I swear!That was all, " she cried. "We held each other for a while after, then we cleaned up and came back to camp."
I didn't know what to say. There were so many emotions flying around in my head. On one hand I was shocked that this had happened. I couldn't help feeling jealous about this guy taking advantage of my sweet, but apparently willing, wife. On the other hand, I had just fucked his wife silly at about the same time this was all going on. In fact, how was I ever going to tell my wife that I had enjoyed wild sex with her sister?
On top of everything else, I had to admit that this whole mess was keeping me incredibly aroused. Even now, my wife's story of her fling with my Brother-InLaw had me rock hard and ready to explode.
"Listen, Honey..." I finally said. "This certainly is quite a shock. But I appreciate your honesty. Let's just work through this and move on. It may take some time, but I think we can deal with it. We still have a couple of days up here, let's see what happens."
She looked up and gave me a small, grateful smile."Really? You're not going to leave me? Oh, Mike, I have been so worried. I love you so much for being so understanding!" She pulled me close to give me a hug, but then she seemed to freeze. "But what about Kellie?" she whispered.
I smiled a strange little smile she could not see and answered, "You let me take care of your sister..."