Well, it all started after we moved into the new house. One of the neighbours was a couple about our age and they were both really fit. He was a god, according to you, and they invited us to a party they were having. They said it was for adults only and we should leave the kids at home. My mind was on overdrive as you dressed for the evening and as I was horny I suggested you wear no knickers... you eagerly agreed and ask...

Kim and Lily lay next to each other, topless, their skin glistening with suntan lotion. Brian was in a beach chair under an umbrella. His eyes were on the two women. After the threesome with Sara, he was contemplating a similar experience with Kim. Getting it from the other women was just fine with him! “So, Lily, what did you think when Miles invited you and Brian to join our little band of perverts for the weekend?” Kim...

This past week was not good. My wife spent three days in the hospital because of her diabetes. Seems that for some reason, she couldn’t control it. She went, what they call brittle. Normally, she was always in control and even if it went low, she would know, and we gave her sugar. They couldn’t figure out why she suddenly went brittle, but her sugar doc, as we like to call her endocrinologist, adjusted her injections and...

“So, are you ever going to tell me?” We were both in bed, reading. “What? Tell you what?” “That night in the basement. Who the other man was.” “You still think about that? That was what, four years ago?” “Five, but who’s counting.” I put my book down and turned to face him. “That still bugs you doesn’t it?” “It doesn’t bug me, but it would be nice to know who fucks you.” He put his book down and looking me right in the ey...

Day 7 – Saturday Drive Home All good things must come to an end, and so it was with our stay on Crotch Lake. Saturday morning began with a quick breakfast of energy bars. With heavy hearts and naked bodies, we went about the chore of breaking camp and packing everything up. Once all our gear was ready to go, we reluctantly got dressed enough to ferry everything back to the lodge and the car. We were swapping turns driving...

Day 6 Friday In order to get an early start on fishing, I had set an alarm for an ungodly five a.m. I was disoriented. For a couple of minutes, I didn’t know where I was. My first realization was that I smelled pussy, and there was a leg between min and pressing on my crotch. As I usually do the morning after eating Cindy out, I licked my mustache to further activate my favorite aroma. I encountered something crusty. I op...

Day 5 Thursday Ken called a camp meeting after breakfast. “Does anyone have any regrets about last night?” I admitted, “At the time, I wasn’t crazy about the idea of the girls holding me down and my wife feeding me your cum.” Karen leaned across the table and gave me a sweet little kiss. “You didn’t seem to mind very much when it was my pussy you were cleaning up.” “Okay, you got me there. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I exp...

Day 4 Wednesday I woke Ken a little before dawn while getting an eyeful of his naked wife. We grabbed some granola bars and energy drinks and took the boat out to a fishing hole that the lodge owner told us about. It turned out to be a good spot, and the fish were biting so well that we threw back a bunch that we thought were too small to fillet. In between reeling in fish, I got the nerve to bring up the previous night....

Day 3 Tuesday Cindy and I were the first up and were working on breakfast when Karen and Ken came out of the tent to join us. They were both naked. We stood there dumbstruck, staring at all the bare flesh in front of us. Cindy was the first to recover her voice. “What is this?” Ken said, “Well, you know how Karen always wants to be in charge of everything.” “Right,” I said. “So?” “Well, I was putting my cargo shorts on, a...

Day 2 Monday Ken and I were up first. After a quick trip into the woods to water a couple of trees, Ken worked on re-stoking the fire to chase the morning chill from the campsite. Meanwhile, I got the coffee and bacon started on the gas stove. Neither of us seemed anxious to bring up the previous night as we were both working in silence. I called to the tent, “Hey girls, the bacon’s done. Are you two going to sleep all da...

Day 1—The Drive—Sunday We were two hours into our ten-hour drive from Kentucky to Crotch Lake, Ontario. (Yes, it is a real place. Check Google Earth: 44°52'10.30" N, 76°48'0.37" W.) I had just started my first two-hour turn at the wheel of Ken and Karen’s Escalade, with their twenty-foot runabout in tow. Cindy and I had provided most of the camping gear that filled the boat and most of the Escalade’s cargo space. Ken was...