The Camping Trip Ch. 01

Angie: The Camping Trip

Chapter 1:

I will start this tale by telling you that myself and my wife Angie, have always had a pretty normal, I guess one would say pretty average marriage. At the time of this story, my wife was thirty-one, and I was thirty-four. We had been married for two years and were a happy, stable couple. Both had dated over the years, I had previously had a two-year relationship with another woman that just didn’t work out. Neither of us had ever done anything wild. We had not sewn our wild oats, as it were.

One thing that bonded us was that we both love the outdoors. We were married in June, so we decided to plan a late sort of anniversary trip that July. As a teenager, I had traversed the Cross Mountain Trail a few times. Though considered moderate, nothing all that arduous, I loved it for the scenery. Also, there were places off the trail to camp, illegally, but a few hikers knew of these locations. This included me. We brought enough food along for perhaps five or six days. Angie and I are pretty good at fishing for trout, so we figured we could supplement our Meals Ready to Eat (MREs) and the packaged dried fruits and nuts we had brought along. We also had our small two-person tent and a sleeping bag for both of us. I prefer a framed backpack, but my wife likes a backpack without a frame. At any rate, we were loaded for bear.

The trail followed the river, but at one point seven or eight miles in there was a familiar stand of trees. The river abutted this stand, and hidden back behind those trees was an area that many used for camping. Unknown to most hikers, not to all, this well-hidden area contained a circle of rocks that many people had used for campfires. The area was a bit lower, so in the winter months, I am sure it flooded. But in high summer it was dry and comfortable. A big space, a couple of hundred feet both wide and long, all one had to do was set up the tent in an area covered with soft grass. By walking around over time, the overgrown grass and weeds were knocked down and the place became a little hidden haven.

We arrived late in the afternoon that first day. We set up the tent and used a couple of pieces of cardboard brought with us to help in trampling the grass and making the place easier to walk around in. That first evening we heated some hot water in a small pot brought for just that purpose. We each had one of our favorite MREs. We were both tired, a bit worn out more from the excitement of the journey, than the actual hike. My wife read a book by lamplight for a few minutes, one of the things she loves to do on a trip like this. Meanwhile, contented having enjoyed the day, I fell asleep very quickly.

Angie is fastidious. Even on a trip like this, she always cleans herself in the ice-cold river which I find impossible. She even washed her hair that following morning in that river which I find a bit crazy. Myself, I heated up a bit of the river water and did what we call a PTA bath. For a woman, Pussy, Tits, and Armpits. For a man, Prick, Tits, and Armpits. Kind of a little joke between the two of us.

I had wandered off to do some fishing. My bride decided that first day that she wanted to relax at the camp. We sometimes fished together, sometimes we went our own way. It just depended on our mood. The limit per day in Colorado for all the various types of trout is only four. As luck would have it, that day, I caught my limit in just a couple of hours. I could have fished longer, but I did not want to face the wrath of a Forest Ranger who I might run into. Not that I had ever seen one in the area, but a person never knew.

I prefer to clean my fish at the river, so I brought back the filleted trout in a bag brought for that purpose. To my surprise when I arrived back at camp there was a group of guys who also knew about the hidden camp site. This group of guys had set up a huge tent. I guess what one would call a pavilion tent.

My name is Darren, by the way. Not a name I love, but I live with it. At any rate, five guys had set up camp. All young, in their twenties, and I could tell immediately that my wife was infatuated with at least one or two of them. Okay, probably all five if I am honest. Myself and my wife are both Caucasian, myself about as white as one can get. Angie has a little tan to her, I am afraid of the sun. I burn easily and I just don’t want to be sick. So, when fishing I look like a zombie with my skin lotion on.

The first of the group was Steven. He was a tall blond, a hunk my wife called him. Over six feet tall, blond, and blue-eyed. Muscular, a broad chest which my wife admired. He had that center cleft in his chin that always turns women on, including my wife. He had a glint in his eye when I met him, and I knew he had the hots for my wife. It turned out he was twenty-four, had just graduated from college, and was just having fun over the summer until he had to join the adult world.

Next was the quiet one. Ethan is black as midnight. A bit older at twenty-six, he was the oldest of the group of friends and the quietest. My wife says he has an incredible smile, and that she loves the way he is always showing his teeth with that smile. Just under six feet, not as built as Steven, but he has a broad chest and a winning way about him. Ethan is just friendly, a bit shy, but one of those guys you immediately like.

The third was Paul. Paul it turned out is half Japanese, half European. At the time Paul was twenty-three. For some reason, Angie was most attracted to him. A Japanese man with beautiful eyes that my wife told me she found fascinating. Five feet nine inches tall, a body that he loved to take care of. Strong muscular arms, a derriere my wife told me was to die for. When he smiled at my wife, as I entered the glade, I could see a glint in his eye. Another man that was attracted to my wife. Who could blame them?

Steven’s close friend was Greg. Greg is a year younger than Steven, twenty-three, but had been a friend of his since childhood. He played football in High School and College and was built like a linebacker. Not the most handsome guy, he has one cauliflower ear and a nose that has been broken at least a half dozen times, but he still has a genuine smile. At six feet even, he was not big enough for the pros, but in college, he was pretty successful. As I said, not handsome, but the kind of guy that most women still find attractive in a strange way.

The last was James. African American, but not as dark as Ethan. He was the newest of the group, having met them over the spring. He just sort of fell in with the group of friends. At twenty-two he has striking features. A slim nose, completely unlike most black men, and blue eyes that gave away his mixed heritage. He is also the tallest of the group at six feet three inches with broad shoulders and strong and well-built arms. James is the talker of the group, and it was him that walked up to me as I entered the camp.

Now to describe my wife. Angie is five feet six inches tall. A beauty, way out of my league, but somehow she still found herself attracted to me. Long legs for her height, and an incredible butt that any ass man would be attracted to. A very pretty face, that often garnered her unwanted attention. It always made me smile to see the guys stare at her. Her green eyes are mesmerizing, but when she turned to face a man, it was her slim waist and incredible breasts that caught men’s attention. My wife has D-cup breasts and men love to stare at them.

Now I am not bad-looking mind you, with dark hair, brown eyes, and features that some women find attractive. But, Angie always told me it was my sense of humor and my kindness that attracted her to me. I stand Five feet ten inches tall, and I weigh in at a whopping one hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet. So I am no Adonis. But, we have a great marriage and love each other very much.

James walked up to me extending his hand, “Hey, hello. You must be the husband. Darren, right? My name is James, these are my friends.”

I took his hand in mine, “Yes, that’s me, Darren. Please call me Dee, though. I see we are not the only ones who know about this place. This camping spot.”

“I guess not, let me introduce my friends here.” James then made the rounds and I shook hands with this group of what I soon learned were very good guys. Nice guys, who all had a sort of crush on my wife. I was used to it, I had seen this before. Many times.

Chapter 2

Now, mind you we had come here to fish and camp. I will tell you now, that in the five days we spent at the campsite, my wife never once went fishing. You will soon find out why.

That entire first day my wife flirted with these guys as they went about setting up the camp. Apparently, they planned to start their fishing the following day, so they were sort of relaxing around the camp. They chatted with each other, and my wife, of course. As I said, they turned out to be a very nice and friendly group and we both took to them right away.

That evening we started a fire. I always brought along my folding fry pan, and we used it to cook the fish I had caught that day. We shared a little bit with the guys, but mostly they ate their packed food and we enjoyed the meal with some of our snacks. There was a lot of laughing and joking, poking fun mostly at me, but I took it in stride. Finally, we said goodnight to the guys and slipped into our small tent together. You can’t stand up in the tent, but you can hunch over or squat on your knees. We crawled into the tent and our attached bags. The weather was warm, so we sort of unzipped them down one side and lie back, whispering to each other of this and that.

After a few minutes, as we lie side by side, Angie reached down my body and into my underwear. She began to stroke my cock, which took about five seconds for my manhood to come to full attention. “Are we wanting something, my love?” I asked her with a grin on my face.

“Hey, Mister, are you sure you can handle this woman?”