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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.

COMPLETE STORY: Camping with the In-laws (MFMF/ wife. swap)

By Snake

CHAPTER 1

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

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

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

     Natalie's 27-year-old sister, Kellie, is a good match for Steve and
very different from my wife.  While Natalie is short and petite with long,
honey-colored hair -- Kellie is more buxom with short-cropped dark hair.
She has fiery eyes and a quick, hearty laugh.  Always teasing and flirting,
frequently telling off-color jokes, she has a robust, fun-loving 
personality.
But there's something else   a raw sensuality that is almost impossible to
ignore.  While bigger than my wife, Kellie keeps herself in good shape
that is easy to see from the revealing outfits she often wears.  She says
Steve likes her to "show off" what she has.  I certainly didn't mind
occasionally sneaking glances at her big, firm breasts.

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

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

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

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

     "Huh?"  I stammered.  "What are you talking about?"

     "The game," she laughed.  "I said I'll bet you that Arizona comes
back to win."

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

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

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

     Without hesitation she said, "The camping trip!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "Did you enjoy the little show?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


CHAPTER 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "There ya go. . .all finished!"  I announced at last.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


CHAPTER 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "I'm afraid to tell you. . .I don't want you to be upset with me.
Oh, Mike. . .I didn't realize what I was doing.  It's all my fault!"

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

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

  "Tell me," I said firmly.

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

  When Steve and I left camp he lead me along some trails until we
came to a beautiful meadow filled with wildflowers.  It was so pretty
I just had to take some pictures.  I started clicking away, getting more
excited with each new discovery.
  Steve followed after me and seemed very interested in how my
camera worked and how to find which shots to take, so I told him all
about the equipment and some basic rules of photography.    I don't
know, Honey, I guess I was just happy to tell somebody else about my
hobby.  I know you don't like it very much, so I kind of ate up his
attention and got a little carried away.
  Anyway, pretty soon Steve asked if he could take some pictures.  I
gave him the camera and he sort of made a game of running around
finding things to shoot.  Then he said he wanted to take some pictures
of me.  I said no way!  You know how shy I am about that.  But he
kept daring and coaxing me.  He said I was the prettiest thing in the
meadow, and I deserved to have a picture to remember I was here.
Somehow that just made sense, so I told him he could go ahead.
  He started getting silly and wanted to pose me in all these funny
ways; it was fun.  We were laughing and teasing each other. . .but I
didn't think it was anything bad.  We were just having a good time in
the sunshine.  Steve kept telling me to hold my arms up this way. . .or
sit this way -- with my bare feet kicking in the air.  He came up with
all kinds of crazy ideas.

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

  After a while Steve asked me to play with my dress a little; you
know, kind of swishing it around like a little girl or something.  He
said he was getting some great shots and kept urging me on.  He
would say things like -- I should be a model. . .and, I could sell these
pictures to a magazine, stuff like that.   Honey, like I said, I just sort
of got carried away with what he was saying.  It went to my head and
soon I was lifting up my dress pretty high, and doing things that I
normally wouldn't ever do.
  Then Steve said I should let my hair down.  He told me the
sunlight would make a pretty picture shining behind me.  I took the
clip off and shook my head.   He liked that and told me to look at the
camera and act really sexy.  I asked what he meant, and he said we
should play a game like I was pretending to be a model for one of
those nasty men's magazines.  He laughed and joked with me and
said it would be great to take some pictures like that and show them
to you later.  Oh, Mike, I don't know what came over me.  The more
he talked about it, the more it sounded like a good idea.
  He had me lay down in the flowers while he stood over me taking
pictures -- all the time pretending I was this sexy model and he was
the photographer.  It was getting hot and he took off his shirt.  I tried
to act like I thought one of those models would act -- really seductive
and steamy.  I knew that my dress was probably showing off too
much as I moved around and posed for him, but I really didn't think
about it seriously until he made a comment about how pretty my
panties were.
  At first I was startled and began to think we had gone too far, but
he kept smooth-talking like he was this professional and it was
nothing he hadn't seen a million times.  Then he said why don't you
pull up your dress a little higher so we can take some shots of those
pretty little panties -- just like those Victoria's Secret models.
  Somehow that made it all right in my little brain.  After all, I had
seen hundreds of pictures of pretty women in those catalogs showing
off their underwear.  What was the big deal?  So, before I realized
what I was doing, I hiked my dress all the way up past my waist.  I
could feel the cool air on my skin and somehow I started to feel a
little wicked while Steve hovered over me clicking away.
  Then Steve said I should take the dress off and really take some
pictures like in those magazines.  It was almost like I was drunk.  For
some reason the game and the play-acting had just gone to my head.
I realized I was enjoying myself and I wasn't even thinking about
being half naked with this strange man out in the woods.  Somewhere
deep inside I knew it was wrong, but he kept complimenting me and
telling me how sexy I looked and suddenly I just did it.  I pulled the
dress all the way off and lay back down in the flowers.

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

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

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

  Well, Steve kept telling me what to do.  He kneeled down beside
me and told me to touch myself.  I didn't know what he meant, so I
just kind of hugged myself and rubbed my shoulders.  No, touch
yourself  here. . .he said, and pointed to my breasts while he aimed the
camera again.  Slowly I let my hands fall down and I touched them.
It felt good.  No, it felt wonderful!  I closed my eyes and I started to
feel myself all over -- imagining that it was you or someone else
touching me.  I think I even forgot about Steve and the camera for a
minute.  All I could think about was being naked and making love.
  Then I heard Steve say "lower. . ."   Almost like I was hypnotized,
my hands moved down farther on my tummy.  I was starting to feel so
warm and tingly all over.  It was like a dream.  I don't know how long
I stayed like that -- rubbing and touching my warm skin all over.
Then Steve said that my panties were getting wet and that I should
touch myself there.  Without thinking, I reached down to feel
between my legs.  There was a big wet spot on the crotch, and when I
rubbed a little, my head started to spin.  It felt so good I had to keep
rubbing myself.
  Steve kept taking pictures and told me to put my hand inside my
panties.  That's pretty much what I needed to do anyway, so I reached
my hand inside and touched myself there.  I couldn't help it. . .I had
to masturbate.  I was beginning to feel like I wanted to come so bad!
  That's when I felt Steve on me.  Before I knew what had
happened, he was next to me kissing and licking me all over.  I
opened my eyes and saw that he was naked.  He'd taken off his shorts
and his big. . .thing. . .was hanging right in front of me as he leaned
over.  I couldn't take my eyes off it.  It looked so long and hard, and
his skin was so smooth and tan.  He saw me staring and said to go
ahead and touch it. . .
  I'm so sorry, Honey. . .I couldn't help it.  I wanted to touch it so
bad.  I was scared at first, but then he put his hand in my panties too
and started to put his fingers inside me.  I thought I was going to
faint.  Without even realizing what I was doing, I grabbed him and
started to jack him off.  He tried to pull my panties off, but I wouldn't
let him.  I was afraid of what might happen, so we just kept rubbing
each other faster and faster.
  I decided to make him come, and I knew I was getting close too.
He said he wanted me to suck him and he moved over so he was
close to my mouth.  I closed my eyes and did it.  It felt so strange in
my mouth, Honey; so different from you.  He's big and thick, and I
had trouble keeping it in.  He held my head up and started to kind of
push in and out.  I tried to keep up, but he was getting anxious and I
could feel him swell up even bigger.  I almost gagged when he
pushed in.
  He was still using his fingers on me and he started to rub my
special spot. . .you know, my clit.  My hips started to buck and shake
and I could tell I was going to come soon.  That's when I just sucked
on the tip of his cock and started to pump him faster with my hand.
Pretty soon he yelled out and squirted all over me.  That set me off,
and. . .well, you know what I'm like when that happens.

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

  "Did he fuck you?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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


CHAPTER 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Suddenly Kellie shouted, "Let go skinny dipping!"

  We all looked at each other for a moment like we didn't
comprehend what she had suggested.  "Come on. . .it will be fun!"
she insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "What game?" I asked.

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

  "God, I haven't played Truth or Dare since we were teenagers,"
Natalie laughed.

  "I don't think I've ever played it. . .or at least I don't remember
how it goes. . ." I said.  "How do you play?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "Hard. . ." she meekly replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "No," Nat frowned.  "OK. . .Dare, damn it."

  My heart started to beat a little faster as I realized Kellie would
likely make my wife do something wild.  I was glad Natalie was
starting to get into the spirit of all this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "Bout time," she giggled.  "Ever fuck in a hot spring?"

  "Not that I can remember. . ." I said truthfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Post Script:

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

Both wives announced they were pregnant. . .

Happy Camping!

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

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