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Mona Stivers was, as her husband Frank phrased it, "in the mood." In her own words, she was horny. But one did not use such common street language around Frank. Frank was above such things.
Mona contained herself during the campfire dinner that night, waiting until the two families eventually drifted into their various tents. Then she walked to the river and bathed.
The bath was the first phase of her plan to seduce her own husband. After all, a woman who smells of a days hiking and campfire smoke isn't the sexiest of women. And tonight, she wanted to be as sexy as she felt. She wanted to be sexy for Frank. She had to be sexy for him.
Stepping from the chilly current, she briskly toweled herself dry. The soft moonlight played on her body, her skin glowing milk white. She knew she was a small woman, but she also realized she was attractive, not beautiful, but attractive. Her breasts were firm cones, each topped with a plump bud of dark brown, almost black flesh. They weren't the heavy balls of titflesh her sister- in-law Liz sported, but they were perfectly matched for Mona's diminutive figure. She was a small woman just reaching five foot four.
The rest of her body was curved and rounded where a woman's body was supposed to be and trim where it was supposed to be. It was the type of figure other women envied, since Mona came by it naturally and kept it that way with little or no effort. It was also a figure that still captured the admiring gazes of men.
Yet with Frank...
Mona shook her head, her raven black hair tumbling around her shoulders. She didn't want to think about that. Tonight would be different. She'd make it different!
Beside the robe she'd placed on the river bank, she found a small bottle of perfume. Carefully, she dabbed droplets on all the vital areas of her body. The fragrance wafted through the air. It was the same perfume she'd worn when Frank and she first started dating. This bottle had been purchased to revive whatever had first sparked Frank's interest.
Capping the bottle, Mona lifted her robe, slipped it on and tied it loosely around her waist so that the neck opened in a wide "V", exposing a bountiful expanse of titflesh. She wished the robe were one of those wicked, black lacy gowns she'd seen advertised in the magazines, but it was all she had and it would have to serve its purpose.
She breathed deeply, filling her lungs, steadying herself. Then she started back to the camp. The fire was no more than glowing embers now. All the tent lanterns were extinguished, except for Frank and hers. She tingled with a rush of anticipation, excitement suffusing through her body. Frank was waiting for her.
What if this time was like all the rest?
No! She refused to consider that possibility. This time would be different. She knew it would. She knew it!
Reaching out, Mona lifted the tent's flap and stepped in. Frank, in pajamas, was stretched out atop his sleeping bag. He laid aside the paperback he was reading and glanced up to her.
"How was the bath?"
"Lonely," she said, knowing as she said it that Frank would never consider their bathing together while on the camping trip. It was hard enough to get him to bathe with her in the privacy of their own home. However, here someone might discover them and conservative Frank could never live with that.
"Tired?" He ignored her comment as she knew he would.
"Not that tired," Mona replied, her fingers pulling the sash to the robe.
The knot untwined. The folds of fabric fell open, revealing her nakedness beneath. Frank's eyes lowered, darting over the invitation of her nudity. Then, a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, he looked back at her.
However, Mona noted the rising bulge beneath the pants of his pajamas, Gooseflesh raced up and down her spine. Moisture crept into the core of her body. Desire grew within her.
"My place or yours?" She smiled, her hand waving to the two sleeping bags. But Frank seemed to miss her point.
She didn't let it bother her. Instead, she slipped the robe from her white shoulders and let it drop to the floor of the tent behind her. Slowly, tauntingly, to allow Frank's eyes to view her total nakedness, she walked to her sleeping bag, then stretched out on her back. She opened her arms to her husband.
He stared at her seductive pose for a moment, his eyes wide and unblinking. Then he moved.
He scurried toward her, his hand fumbling with his pajamas. Hard and stiff, the fat length of his prick shafted from the fly. He wasn't even going to take off his pajamas! She shuddered in disgust.
No! She told herself. If that's the way he wants it, that's the way it will be. I want him in me. This time I'll show him what he can do to a woman. I'll show him what being a man is all about.
Frank slid atop her, the fabric of his pajamas feeling rough and harsh against the swollen tips of her nipples. She moaned, not in pleasure, but with the crushing weight of his body. Frank did nothing to relieve his two hundred pounds.
Still she refused to believe this time would be like all the rest. She closed her eyes and waited for his kiss.
But no kiss came.
Instead she felt his hand awkwardly pushing between her spread thighs, his rough fingers opening the lips of her cunt. And at last the sudden, slicing entry of his rod.
Hard and deep, he drove into her. Thick and swollen, the massive stalk of her husband's sex drilled into the hot, lusty pocket of her pussy. She groaned, grateful for the stiff invasion of her wanton body.
He felt good. He filled her, his bulky tool stretching the spongy folds of her vagina. She moaned, squeezing down around him. She squeezed, making herself as tight as possible for him, giving him as much pleasure as she could.
"Yesss," she whispered. "God, yes!"
His hips jerked up, his fat rod slithering from the molten recesses of her cunt. She quivered, anticipating the lunging stroke that would drive him back into her.
Down he slammed into her. Deeply his manhood sliced into the liquid warmth of her trembling cunt. Her arms wrapped around his back, pulling him tightly to her. She closed her eyes and silently prayed that this would be the time - that this time would be what she wanted and needed.
Rapidly now, Frank's pelvis rose and fell. In and out his swollen cock pistoned within the willing mouth of her belly. She prayed harder, her own desires rising with each lunging shaft of his prick.
Then Frank shuddered.
His hips thrusted down, driving his throbbing lance deeply into the gash of her sex. He trembled, his lust and need gushing from the tip of his cock and flooding into her vagina. For a moment, he lay there atop her, then rose, his limp penis sliding from her body.
Without a word, Frank crawled back to his sleeping bag. He reached up to extinguish the lantern, then rolled to his side to sleep.
It was over. Just like that, it was over!
Mona, feeling vulnerable and used, stared up into the blackness filling the tent, trying to stem the flood of tears welling in her eyes. It had been no different than all the times before, no different at all! And she had no idea what to do!
"You shameless bitch!" Jason Jefferies chided his wife. "Seducing your own nephew!"
Without a word, Liz ran a hand down over the hardness of her husband's stomach, eventually finding the bone-hard spike of manmeat jutting from his crotch. She squeezed the rigid rod, her fist jacking along its length. The man lying beside her in the double sleeping bag moaned with pleasure.
"And you called me shameless!" She teased him. Her other hand cupped the bag hanging from his scrotum and toyed with his weighty testicles. "You're as hard as a rock!"
He was! But then that was exactly what she expected. Her husband's reaction to her sexual encounters was always the same. Her recounting of what had happened between Phil and her beside the mountain pool had been no different. It turned Jason on.
And that, In turn, was doing all sorts of warm, sexy things within her
"We're both shameless." Jason chuckled softly, his own hands sliding from her shoulders to caress the pillowy balls of her tits.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed softly while his fingers lovingly kneaded the pliant flesh of her breasts. Jason understood her and her needs. When they made love, it was that - love. "Not shameless, free."
They were free, she realized. It was during such moments as this that it became obvious just how free they were. How many women could tell their husbands they had just balled their teenage nephew and find their husbands ready and willing to make love to them? The number she knew could be counted on one finger - her. And Liz realized just how lucky she was."
For the majority of married couples, she realized, her confession would have brought unreasonable anger which would have led to the divorce court. But for Jason and her, the sharing of their sexual adventures only brought them closer together. And it always led to their own love-making, which was the best part. Despite their open marriage and the other sexual partners they both had known, they still loved each other and still found the deepest satisfaction in each other's arms. The extra-marital encounters were like icing on the cake.
"Oh!" Jason's fingers found her nipples and scissored around them. A hot, exciting thrill of pain and pleasure rushed through Liz's body. She felt the sleeping buds of flesh come to life, fattening and swelling with desire.
Then his mouth was on hers. She opened her lips and accepted the flicking tongue that slithered forward. Playfully, he teased her, taunting at the roof of her mouth and twirling around her own tongue.
Gently, she bit down, trapping the cajoling oral digit. Then she sucked, hard and long. Her action was a promise of things to come, a promise she had every intention of fulfilling. To make sure he knew so, she squeezed tightly at the thick stalk of cock she held. Jason moaned, his prick throbbing and twitching in her grasp.
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