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Subject: {ASSM} Camping with the In-Laws PART 3 (MFMF, wife)
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WARNING: The following story is intended only for adult reading.
It portrays the actions of consenting adults. Those under the age of
18, those bothered by sexually explicit language or depiction of
sexual events, or those who live in areas where the reading of this
material is illegal should not continue.
Camping with the In-Laws PART 3 (MFMF, wife)
By Snake
Kellie and I were lounging around the campsite when Natalie and
Steve returned from their hike. We tried hard not to look like we had
just screwed each other's brains out.
My brother-in-law was in good spirits as he greeted us and
chatted away about this and that. The burly fireman loudly picked up
his wife and spun her around. "So, did ya stay outta trouble while we
were gone. . .or did ya make 'ol Mike there crazy?" he laughed. She
squealed as he tickled her sides, then she looked over at me and
winked. "We had a good l-o-n-g visit, didn't we Mike?"
Trying not to look guilty, I glanced over at my wife, Natalie. She
was peering back at me, looking a little confused. . .her face seemed
flushed. "So, how was the hike, Nat. Did you get some good
pictures?" I finally asked.
She lowered her eyes quickly and blushed again as she quietly
answered, "Yes, it was very nice. Thanks for going with me, Steve."
Then she excused herself and went over to crawl inside our tent. I
looked at Steve and Kellie and they just shrugged. "I better go see
what's up," I said.
When I got to the tent, Natalie was sitting with her head on her
knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She rocked back and
forth and I could hear her sniffling and trying to hold back tears.
"What's the matter, honey?" I asked with concern. "Something
happen while you were hiking?" I was still feeling guilty and was
praying that she hadn't somehow seen Kellie and me naked and
writhing around together.
"Oh, Mike. . ." she began to sob, "I think I've done something
terrible. I'm so sorry. . ."
My guilt turned instantly to real concern. "What's the matter,
Nat. . .what happened?" A sinking feeling was starting to grow in the
pit of my stomach.
"I'm afraid to tell you. . .I don't want you to be upset with me.
Oh, Mike. . .I didn't realize what I was doing. It's all my fault!"
She sat there rocking and crying softly while I tried to process
what was going on. I was starting to have a pretty good idea that
something had happened between Steve and my wife, but I needed
details. "Natalie. . ." I began, "please tell me what's wrong. It's OK.
I promise I won't be upset with you. Just tell me."
She struggled with her emotions for a moment longer, then she
looked up at me with red, wet eyes. "I'm afraid your wife has been
very naughty. . ." she whispered.
"Tell me," I said firmly.
Natalie wiped her eyes and hesitantly began to tell her story:
When Steve and I left camp he lead me along some trails until we
came to a beautiful meadow filled with wildflowers. It was so pretty
I just had to take some pictures. I started clicking away, getting more
excited with each new discovery.
Steve followed after me and seemed very interested in how my
camera worked and how to find which shots to take, so I told him all
about the equipment and some basic rules of photography. I don't
know, Honey, I guess I was just happy to tell somebody else about my
hobby. I know you don't like it very much, so I kind of ate up his
attention and got a little carried away.
Anyway, pretty soon Steve asked if he could take some pictures. I
gave him the camera and he sort of made a game of running around
finding things to shoot. Then he said he wanted to take some pictures
of me. I said no way! You know how shy I am about that. But he
kept daring and coaxing me. He said I was the prettiest thing in the
meadow, and I deserved to have a picture to remember I was here.
Somehow that just made sense, so I told him he could go ahead.
He started getting silly and wanted to pose me in all these funny
ways; it was fun. We were laughing and teasing each other. . .but I
didn't think it was anything bad. We were just having a good time in
the sunshine. Steve kept telling me to hold my arms up this way. . .or
sit this way -- with my bare feet kicking in the air. He came up with
all kinds of crazy ideas.
While my wife told the story, I couldn't help have mental images
of them romping around the mountains with the thin, nearly
transparent sun dress floating around her, and her braless breasts
softly jiggling and swaying with each move she made. I envied the
sight Steve must have enjoyed as she kicked up her lovely bare legs
and laughed. I remembered how the sun shone through her dress --
perfectly outlining her sexy shape underneath. Breathtaking. As
Natalie continued, I came out of my daydream. . .
After a while Steve asked me to play with my dress a little; you
know, kind of swishing it around like a little girl or something. He
said he was getting some great shots and kept urging me on. He
would say things like -- I should be a model. . .and, I could sell these
pictures to a magazine, stuff like that. Honey, like I said, I just sort
of got carried away with what he was saying. It went to my head and
soon I was lifting up my dress pretty high, and doing things that I
normally wouldn't ever do.
Then Steve said I should let my hair down. He told me the
sunlight would make a pretty picture shining behind me. I took the
clip off and shook my head. He liked that and told me to look at the
camera and act really sexy. I asked what he meant, and he said we
should play a game like I was pretending to be a model for one of
those nasty men's magazines. He laughed and joked with me and
said it would be great to take some pictures like that and show them
to you later. Oh, Mike, I don't know what came over me. The more
he talked about it, the more it sounded like a good idea.
He had me lay down in the flowers while he stood over me taking
pictures -- all the time pretending I was this sexy model and he was
the photographer. It was getting hot and he took off his shirt. I tried
to act like I thought one of those models would act -- really seductive
and steamy. I knew that my dress was probably showing off too
much as I moved around and posed for him, but I really didn't think
about it seriously until he made a comment about how pretty my
panties were.
At first I was startled and began to think we had gone too far, but
he kept smooth-talking like he was this professional and it was
nothing he hadn't seen a million times. Then he said why don't you
pull up your dress a little higher so we can take some shots of those
pretty little panties -- just like those Victoria's Secret models.
Somehow that made it all right in my little brain. After all, I had
seen hundreds of pictures of pretty women in those catalogs showing
off their underwear. What was the big deal? So, before I realized
what I was doing, I hiked my dress all the way up past my waist. I
could feel the cool air on my skin and somehow I started to feel a
little wicked while Steve hovered over me clicking away.
Then Steve said I should take the dress off and really take some
pictures like in those magazines. It was almost like I was drunk. For
some reason the game and the play-acting had just gone to my head.
I realized I was enjoying myself and I wasn't even thinking about
being half naked with this strange man out in the woods. Somewhere
deep inside I knew it was wrong, but he kept complimenting me and
telling me how sexy I looked and suddenly I just did it. I pulled the
dress all the way off and lay back down in the flowers.
At this point Natalie stopped telling the story. Burying her face in
her hands, she cried, "I don't want to tell you anymore. I can't
imagine what you must think of me!"
My heart was pounding in my chest; and, to my surprise, my cock
was throbbing in my pants. "Please, Nat. . .you have to tell me
everything," I whispered.
Shaking her head, and with her eyes still closed, she struggled to
continue. . .
Well, Steve kept telling me what to do. He kneeled down beside
me and told me to touch myself. I didn't know what he meant, so I
just kind of hugged myself and rubbed my shoulders. No, touch
yourself here. . .he said and pointed to my breasts while he aimed the
camera again. Slowly I let my hands fall down and I touched them.
It felt good. No, it felt wonderful! I closed my eyes and I started to
feel myself all over -- imagining that it was you or someone else
touching me. I think I even forgot about Steve and the camera for a
minute. All I could think about was being naked and making love.
Then I heard Steve say "lower. . ." Almost like I was hypnotized,
my hands moved down farther on my tummy. I was starting to feel so
warm and tingly all over. It was like a dream. I don't know how long
I stayed like that -- rubbing and touching my warm skin all over.
Then Steve said that my panties were getting wet and that I should
touch myself there. Without thinking, I reached down to feel
between my legs. There was a big wet spot on the crotch, and when I
rubbed a little, my head started to spin. It felt so good I had to keep
rubbing myself.
Steve kept taking pictures and told me to put my hand inside my
panties. That's pretty much what I needed to do anyway, so I reached
my hand inside and touched myself there. I couldn't help it. . .I had
to masturbate. I was beginning to feel like I wanted to come so bad!
That's when I felt Steve on me. Before I knew what had
happened, he was next to me kissing and licking me all over. I
opened my eyes and saw that he was naked. He'd taken off his shorts
and his big. . .thing was hanging right in front of me as he leaned
over. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It looked so long and hard, and
his skin was so smooth and tan. He saw me staring and said to go
ahead and touch it. . .
I'm so sorry, Honey. . .I couldn't help it. I wanted to touch it so
bad. I was scared at first, but then he put his hand in my panties too
and started to put his fingers inside me. I thought I was going to
faint. Without even realizing what I was doing, I grabbed him and
started to jack him off. He tried to pull my panties off, but I wouldn't
let him. I was afraid of what might happen, so we just kept rubbing
each other faster and faster.
I decided to make him come, and I knew I was getting close too.
He said he wanted me to suck him and he moved over so he was
close to my mouth. I closed my eyes and did it. It felt so strange in
my mouth, Honey; so different from you. He's big and thick, and I
had trouble keeping it in. He held my head up and started to kind of
push in and out. I tried to keep up, but he was getting anxious and I
could feel him swell up even bigger. I almost gagged when he
pushed in.
He was still using his fingers on me and he started to rub my
special spot. . .you know, my clit. My hips started to buck and shake
and I could tell I was going to come soon. That's when I just sucked
on the tip of his cock and started to pump him faster with my hand.
Pretty soon he yelled out and squirted all over me. That set me off,
and. . .well, you know what I'm like when that happens.
"Oh, Sweetheart. . .Michael, will you ever forgive me? I am so
ashamed. I swear I have never done anything like this before," she
finally said.
"Did he fuck you?" I asked.
"No. . .no, I swear! That was all, " she cried. "We held each
other for a while after, then we cleaned up and came back to camp."
I didn't know what to say. There were so many emotions flying
around in my head. On one hand I was shocked that this had
happened. I couldn't help feeling jealous about this guy taking
advantage of my sweet, but apparently willing, wife. On the other
hand, I had just fucked his wife silly at about the same time this was
all going on. In fact, how was I ever going to tell my wife that I had
enjoyed wild sex with her sister?
On top of everything else, I had to admit that this whole mess was
keeping me incredibly arroused. Even now, my wife's story of her
fling with my brother-in-law had me rock hard and ready to explode.
"Listen, Honey. . ." I finally said. "This certainly is quite a shock.
But I appreciate your honesty. Let's just work through this and move
on. It may take some time, but I think we can deal with it. We still
have a couple of days up here, let's see what happens."
She looked up and gave me a small, grateful smile. "Really?
You're not going to leave me? Oh, Mike. . .I have been so worried. I
love you so much for being so understanding!" She pulled me close
to give me a hug, but then she seemed to freeze. "But what about
Kellie?" she whispered.
I smiled a strange little smile she could not see and answered,
"You let me take care of your sister. . ."
(To be continued. . .)
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