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Thursday, March 20th, 2003

Mitch had been having a great year.  He had finally found a home teaching in the western part of the state.  His first couple of years out of college, he had struggled. He had bounced around, trying to find the right fit for him.  His first two jobs were both single year stints. However, in the summer of 2001, he had been hired to teach history in a nice mid-size town.  Well, mid-size for this state. In some parts of the world, a town with 15,000 people still qualifies as tiny, but it was big enough for Mitch.

He had developed some good relationships with his fellow coworkers, but none more so than Misty.  Misty had been hired earlier that same summer, just before Mitch. In fact, Mitch and Misty had interviewed for the same position—a position that Misty had been hired for.  Later that summer, another teacher left town. Having already interviewed Mitch, and needing a quick replacement, the principal had given Mitch this opportunity. So, Mitch had always considered it a remarkable stroke of luck that he and Misty had ever met at all.

Their first year working together, they had become good friends.  They were the same age, and had experienced similar struggles trying to find a long-term position.  They leaned on each other quite heavily through that first year, finding moral and emotional support in each other.  They traded ideas about assignments, swapped stories about problem students, and had long conversations about everything from politics to the weather.  There were lots of laughs, lots of headaches, and even a few tears when things got really rough (as things often do with that particular profession).

Throughout their second year together, they had grown even closer.  Yet, Mitch was frustrated. He felt as if he and Misty’s relationship had stalled out.  They were indeed close. But they had never seemed to be able to break beyond that barrier of being more than just “work friends”.  He talked to her every single day at school. At times, it seemed like they could read each other’s thoughts. During faculty meetings, they could simply exchange a glance with each other and an entire conversation could take place.  But he had never been invited to her home. They had never hung out after work together or anything close to that.

Mitch knew why.  He wasn’t stupid.  For one thing, Misty was married.  This frustrated him to no end. He had never met her husband before, but he had seen pictures of him and Mitch just couldn’t understand.  He couldn’t comprehend how this intelligent woman who was witty, engaging, pretty, and all sorts of other things, could be married to—for lack of a better way to say it—a redneck.  Every picture Mitch had ever seen of him, he was either holding a gun, a dead animal, or a beer (sometimes more than one of those items). He didn’t seem like Misty’s type at all.

Mitch was certain this was why she had never invited him over.  He could only imagine the awkward conversations between himself and her husband, Justin, as they tried to make small talk.  Surely they had nothing—absolutely nothing—in common. Mitch was also certain that Justin would not be cool with Misty just deciding to go out to the movies, or out to dinner with her male friend from work.  Guys like that were always very territorial. At least, that’s what Mitch told himself.

Which is why Mitch was totally shocked the week before spring break.  He had gone to Misty’s room after a rather stressful day. He flopped down into a desk and buried his face in his arms, staring straight down at the desk.

“I just don’t know what to do with that class,” he moaned.  He knew he didn’t have to say which class, he and Misty had been discussing how horrible his 7th hour class was all year long.

“Well, just keep thinking to yourself, only two more months, only two more months,” Misty joked with a smile.  “Then, they will be out of your hair forever.”

Mitch sat up and rubbed his forehead.  “If I have any hair left by then,” he replied.

They talked for a few more minutes before a lull in the conversation occurred.  Mitch often found lulls like this unsettling, but not with Misty. When he was around her, it was more of a comfortable silence.  He closed his eyes and tried to unwind from his aggravating final period.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Misty started, interrupting the silence.

“What’s that?” Mitch asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Justin and I have been talking about you lately,” she explained.

“Oh, really?” Mitch answered, his breathing altering just slightly—the same way it did every time she mentioned her husband by name.  “What about?” he prodded. “All good, I hope,” he added hesitantly.

Misty giggled.  It was a cute, lighthearted giggle that Mitch had always liked.  “Of course it’s all good,” Misty replied. “Actually, we were wondering if you would like to go camping with us over spring break.”

“Camping?” Mitch asked nervously.  What a crazy idea, he thought to himself.  I’ve never been camping in my life, and I’ve never even met Justin.  He always assumed that they would start by having dinner or something before they ever moved on to anything like taking vacations together.

Misty must have noticed his hesitation, because she immediately added, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay, I just thought I would offer, and let you know that you are welcome to join us.  We’ve got an extra tent you can use and everything.”

Mitch studied Misty for a moment.  She smiled at him with her cute, pixie-like face.  She had such a look of excitement in her big blue eyes.  Mitch could tell that she genuinely wanted him to come along on this trip—for some reason.  He made up his mind instantly.

“Of course, I’d love to go.  It sounds fun,” he said, still not convinced that it would be fun at all.  He then explained his reservations about having never met Justin before and having never been camping.  However, Misty ensured him that all would go well, he and Justin would get along splendidly, and camping was a breeze—nothing to worry about.

She explained the plan was to leave on Thursday, and camp out both Thursday and Friday night, packing up and coming home sometime Saturday.

“That way, we can all have a day to recover before we have to go back to work on Monday,” she added with a mischievous grin.

A week later, Mitch found himself awkwardly, and quite nervously, parking his tiny Honda Civic in front of Misty’s house.  Both Misty and Justin were outside already, busily packing items into the back of a large quad-cab Dodge Ram. As Mitch stepped out of his own vehicle, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of inadequacy.

“Hi, Mitch!” Misty greeted warmly as he walked up the driveway.  “Are you ready for this?” she asked with a smile. She introduced Justin, and the two men shook hands.  Justin’s grip was incredibly strong. As they were introduced, Mitch took in the other man’s appearance.  Justin was exactly as Mitch thought he would be. He was 6’4” and fairly stout. He had what appeared to be about five-days-worth of beard growth on his face.  That would take me about five weeks to grow, Mitch thought.  Justin was wearing a T-shirt which promoted the oilfield company he worked for, blue jeans, and cowboy boots.

Seeing Misty standing next to her husband, Mitch was once again startled at the contrast between the two of them.  Not only in terms of personalities, but in size. Misty could not have been more than 5’ 4”, and might have weighed a hundred and ten pounds with her shoes on.  She was wearing her long blonde hair in a ponytail, and a plaid flannel shirt. She was bouncing around energetically as she loaded the pickup, and seemed to be in high spirits.

“All right,” Justin said after the brief introduction.  “We’re all loaded up, so let’s head out!”

The drive was not a long one, perhaps thirty to forty-five minutes.  As they drove, the three made small talk, with Misty trying to get Mitch and Justin to know each other a little better.

They arrived at their campsite and Justin jumped out of the truck and started unloading the gear.  Mitch stared in awe at the spot where they were staying. It was beautiful. They were clearly in a pasture used for grazing cattle, and were surrounded by undulating hills of green grass.  But there was also a sizeable grove of trees, which they were now parked at the edge of. Not far away, there was a large pond—the water rippling with the breeze. Mitch noticed a spot that had obviously been cleared away for camping purposes.  A slightly dug out (and charred over) pit in the center indicated a place to start a fire. Several logs were placed around the pit, presumably as places for people to sit.

“How often do y’all come out here?” Mitch asked.

“About four or five times a year,” Misty replied.

“My grandparents own this land,” Justin explained.  “I’ve been camping out here since I was in grade school.  It’s a nice little spot. Plenty of catfish in there,” he said, pointing to the pond as he spoke.

The evening started out in what Mitch assumed was a fairly typical manner.  They set up their tents first. Mitch’s tent was smaller, probably made for two people, but Misty and Justin’s tent was much larger.  As he helped them erect it, Mitch guessed that four people could have comfortably slept inside.

After the tents had been set up, they searched the grove of trees, collecting branches for firewood.  They weren’t difficult to find. There were numerous branches littering the ground, and in no time at all they had a sizeable pile, which Justin set ablaze.  Within a few minutes, they were sitting next to a beautiful, developing campfire.

It was getting towards late March, which meant it was warm during the day, but the nights were still pretty chilly.  This had been one of Mitch’s biggest concerns in joining the couple on this outing. He wasn’t sure how cold it would be.  However, when the sun went down, they were all kept plenty warm by the roaring fire. In fact, they had to sit at a pretty good distance to avoid getting too hot.

Misty cracked open an ice chest and removed a package of hotdogs.  Each of them found a lengthy stick and spent a bit of time removing excess branches.  They skewered the hotdogs on the end of the sticks, and had fun roasting them over the fire.  Mitch had never roasted a hotdog over an open flame before and got a real kick out of it. Although, he wasn’t sure about eating something that had just been penetrated by a piece of wood.

Justin handed him a cold can of beer which he had just retrieved from the ice chest.  “You drink Coors Light?” he asked.

“I’ll drink just about anything,” Mitch said, taking the can from him.  He cracked it open and took a sip.

As the evening wore on, Mitch began feeling much more comfortable around Justin.  He had always assumed that spending time with Misty and her husband would be incredibly awkward.  Yet, he realized he was having a great time. For nearly two years, he had painted this image in his mind of who he thought Justin was; he had been so certain he would dislike him.  But as the three of them talked, he realized that Justin was a nice guy and—just as Misty had predicted—they were getting along pretty well.

They had moved from hotdogs to marshmallows, and both men were laughing at Misty as she accidentally smeared scalding hot marshmallow goo all over her hand and chin, and was now trying to both lick it up and wipe it off—but not having much success with either.  Mitch noticed that Misty, aside from the hotdogs and marshmallows, had also consumed about five cans of her husband’s Coors Light. Given her small body frame, this might have explained why she was having so much difficulty with the marshmallow goo.

“Do you need some help, Sweetie?” Justin asked through his laughter.

“No, I’m good,” Misty said, finally finding a wet-wipe and removing the stickiness from her face and hands.  As she did, she also turned on a small, battery powered stereo, and started some music. She sat back down on one of the logs with a thump.  “You know Mitch,” she said, sounding as if she were ready to change the subject, “today’s an important day.”

“Why’s that?” Mitch asked.

“It’s March twentieth,” she said simply.

“What’s special about March twentieth?” Mitch pressed.

“You don’t know?” she chided, giggling a bit.

“No, I don’t,” Mitch said honestly.  “Is it your anniversary?”

Misty giggled again, but shook her head.  “No, good guess though.” She looked up towards the sky, “today was the vernal equinox.”

“What’s the vernal equinox?” Mitched asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, it’s a lot of things,” Misty started.  “It’s one of the two days of the year when the hours of light and darkness are in perfect balance with each other.  But more importantly, it’s also the first day of spring,” she stated enthusiastically.

Justin took a sip from his beer bottle.  “Misty loves spring,” he said tiredly. “It’s her favorite time of the year.”

At that moment, Mitch seemed to realize how little he really knew about Misty.  He felt very close to her, but he had no idea that her favorite time of year was spring—in all the conversations they had had together, it had never come up.

“Yes,” Misty said, standing up and taking a step closer to the fire.  “I love the spring. It’s such an incredible time. The Earth is freed from her icy prison.  It’s a new beginning. All the colors burst forth, replacing the drab brown and gray of winter.”

Mitch listened with interest. He’d never heard Misty talk so passionately about something like that.  Justin, on the other hand, sort of rolled his eyes. He had obviously heard this all before.

“The fire makes me feel good,” Misty said, as she started swaying to the music in the background.  “I like it. I like to feel it against my skin.”

This statement caught Mitch off guard, but it was nothing compared to the next shock he received.  Misty began to dance and sway in rhythm to “Sweet Dreams” by the Eurythmics. As it played over the stereo, she started unbuttoning the flannel shirt she had been wearing all evening.  In just a moment, the flannel shirt was off, and she threw it at her husband. Underneath, she wore a form-fitting tank top (of the variety that is typically known as a ‘wife-beater’).

Mitch watched in awe as his friend continued her striptease.  She slipped her shoes off, and then her jeans, kicking those in Mitch’s direction.  He laid the jeans down gently, right next to him on the log he was sitting on. Mitch then cautioned a glance towards Justin, not exactly sure what to think.  To his surprise, Justin simply smile, and then waved his can of beer towards Misty as if to say, “What are you looking at me for? Enjoy the show.”

Misty danced around the fire seductively, and for a moment, Mitch thought perhaps she had gone as far as she would go.  But then, her hands reached for the hem of her tank top, and she lifted it up and off in one fluid motion. She was not wearing a bra and Mitch saw Misty’s magnificent, perky tits for the first time.  The tank top was flung towards Justin, who set it down on top of the shirt she had thrown him.

One more time around the fire, and Mitch continued to watch, entranced. His eyes were glued on Misty’s body.  He knew, with her husband sitting less than ten feet from him, he shouldn’t be ogling her this way, but he couldn’t help it.  The firelight illuminated her tiny body, her glistening white skin. She now wore only a G-string, which meant the only thing between her and complete nakedness was a small black triangle of cloth.

She tugged off her last vestige of clothing.  She picked the panties up with her toes, and then shot them, slingshot style, at Mitch.  The panties hit his face before he could reach up and grab them. He continued to hold them firmly in his hand, as she danced around the fire, completely nude.

“It feels so fucking incredible,” Misty cried out.  “I just adore the way the heat feels against my skin.”

At that point, Justin stood up and handed her the flannel shirt.  “Put your clothes back on,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m gonna go find some more firewood.”

As Justin disappeared into the woods, Misty wrapped the flannel shirt around her, but to Mitch’s surprise, she neither buttoned it, nor did she put the rest of her clothes back on.  Instead, she came and sat down on top of her jeans, which were still laying on the log, right next to Mitch.

“So, how are you liking camping so far?” Misty asked, as if the entire incident had not taken place.

“I—like—I like it—I like it a lot,” Mitch stuttered, trying to avoid staring at her.

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re having fun,” she said happily.  She seemed to notice Mitch’s averted gaze. “It’s okay, you can look,” she said.  “After all, you’ve already seen them. You really have to get over this country boy shyness of yours.”

Slowly, hesitantly, Mitch turned his head, and completely gave in to his urge to just stare at her incredible, petite body.

“That’s better,” Misty chided.  “It’s hard to talk to someone who won’t look at you.”

Their faces were very close together, and Mitch’s heart was racing.  What if Justin came back right now and saw us sitting like this?  Would he be mad? Would he beat the shit out of me? He’s certainly big enough to.

“I’m glad you came with us,” Misty said gently.  Then, without another word, she leaned in and kissed Mitch.  Her tongue slipping inside his mouth. Instinctively, Mitch kissed back.  Just a moment before, he wouldn’t have believed that his heart could beat any faster than it was—but now he felt as if he was on the verge of a heart attack.

She reached for the zipper on his jeans.  In another moment, they were unfastened, and she was leaning over.

“What about Justin?!” Mitch hissed.

Misty looked up, a bemused expression on her face.  She shrugged and replied, “What about him?”

Then, Misty’s lips were wrapped around Mitch’s cock.  He was lost in pleasure. He no longer cared that she was another man’s wife—or that the other man was off in the woods, not too far away, and could return any second. All he cared about was that she continued doing what she was doing.

Mitch had just tilted his head back, relishing the experience when he heard a voice from behind him.

“So, looks like you two are getting to know each other a little better,” Justin said.

Mitch jumped with a start. He was pretty sure his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.  To his shock, Misty didn’t stop. She reached up, placed a reassuring hand on Mitch’s arm and paused just long enough to whisper, “It’s all right.  Just relax.” Then, her lips were once again wrapped around Mitch’s shaft, her tongue rolling over the head of his cock.

Mitch was completely beyond knowing what to do or say.  Another man’s wife was sucking his dick, and the “other man” was now sitting down on the log next to him… watching.

“She’s pretty good at that, ain’t she?” Justin asked.

Mitch nodded feebly, not trusting his voice to speak.

Misty changed positions.  The entire time, she had been leaning over, with both of them sitting on the log.  Now she moved around, dropping to her knees and kneeling in front of Mitch. Mitch adjusted his own position accordingly.

She continued to give him head for a few more minutes, before slurping the dick out of her mouth.  She nearly glared at her husband and said, “What the fuck are you waiting for, honey? My pussy’s not gonna fuck itself.”

“Yes ma’am,” Justin said, half-joking.  As he said it, he jumped from his seat as if he’d been bitten by a snake.  In another moment, his pants were around his knees and he had assumed a position behind Misty.

Mitch was suddenly overwhelmed with the enormity of the situation.  Now, not only was he getting his cock sucked by another man’s wife, while the other man watched.  But instead, the other man was fucking his wife from behind while she sucked Mitch’s cock. It was all just so unbelievable.

The incredible stimulation, combined with the situation, became overwhelming.  Mitch began to feel that uncontrollable sensation. The inevitable end result of all male sexual interaction.  He wanted to delay it, avoid it as long as possible, but he knew it was going to happen, whether he wanted it to or not.  He always came too fast. Especially the first time. He began thrusting his hips slightly, urging his cock deeper into Misty’s mouth. With a whisper, he warned her he was close.  His thigh muscles and stomach muscles clenched. He came.

She swallowed his load in one gulp, not missing a drop.  She gazed up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “How was that?” she asked.

“It was incredible,” Mitch finally mumbled.  It was the first real words he’d spoken in quite a while.

Misty gave him a grin that looked quite devilish in the dancing firelight.  “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to do that to you. All those days, sitting there in my classroom after school.  You always looked so stressed out.” As she spoke, her husband continued fucking her doggystyle.

Mitch was dizzy.  He just shook his head, still unable to come to grips with what was happening.

Just then, Justin pulled out.  His cock was still rock-hard and standing at full attention.  “My turn, sweetie,” he announced.

Misty sort of rolled her eyes to Mitch, and then turned around.  “Just a second, honey.” She turned back towards Mitch and crawled in close to his ear.  “You’re bi aren’t you?” she asked bluntly, that devilish grin still on her face.

Mitch was perplexed.  He was indeed bisexual, but he had never even come close to telling Misty this.  “Yeah, I am, but how did you—”

“I just know things about people,” Misty explained simply.  “I had you pegged as bi from the moment I met you. That’s one of the reasons we get along so well,” she said with a wink.  “Birds of a feather, you know.”

“You mean you’re—” Mitch started.

“Of course, I am,” Misty answered quickly.  “Now, are you gonna get down here and help me suck my husband’s cock, or not?”

Suddenly, it occurred to Mitch why she had picked that exact moment to ask if he was bi. He glanced past her to the brick wall of a man now standing next to the fire, pantsless.  He had kicked his boots off and removed his jeans completely. His stout six inch cock was still fully erect.

Mitch raised his eyebrows.  “Oh, hell, why not,” he finally conceded.

He dropped to his knees, and he and Misty approached Justin from either side.  Their lips met, Justin’s cock in between them. As they both began working at his dick, Mitch felt the odd sensation of lips, cock, and two tongues intermingling.  They playfully battled each other for supremacy over his shaft. Both flicking at his cock head with their tongues, kissing each other, each with half of his head in their mouths.

Finally, Misty relented.  “Go for it,” she said with a wicked smile, drool running down her chin.  “Suck his fucking cock like you know you want to.”

Mitch had never heard her talk like that—not even close.  She was aggressive and forceful, in command. He liked it.  It urged him on. He took position on his knees, directly in front of Justin and started sucking the other man’s dick, taking it deep into his mouth, and back out again.

Misty watched with intrigue.  She started to distractedly rub herself between her legs.  Mitch watched out of the corner of his eye. He could sense that she was genuinely aroused by watching him suck her husband’s cock.

“Let me back in,” she insisted, whispering in Mitch’s ear.

Mitch backed off, and once again both of them worked at Justin’s manhood.  Misty positioned herself completely between his legs, and started slurping at Justin’s balls, licking them, and massaging them with her tongue and lips.  She looked into Mitch’s eyes and said “he’s close to cumming, be ready.”

Mitch wasn’t exactly sure how she knew he was that close.  He hadn’t noticed a huge change in Justin’s physical demeanor.  His only guess was the familiarity that came with being husband and wife, gave her some clue that indicated he was close.

With Misty engrossed with Justin’s balls, Mitch was free to assume total control over the other man’s cock once more.  He took it deep in his mouth. Licking at the shaft with his tongue, and sucking furiously.

Misty had not been wrong.  Suddenly, just as Mitch was starting to pull the dick out of his mouth, Justin placed a hand on the back of his head, and forced it back in further.  The other man let out a stifled grunt that sounded like a wounded animal, and his stomach muscles contracted reflexively.

Mitch nearly gagged as the cum flooded into the back of his mouth.  He had no choice but to swallow or drown. He swallowed. Swallowed again.  A third spurt landed on his tongue and the salty flavor was nearly overpowering.  He swallowed yet again, guzzling every last drop out of Justin’s cock.

Misty was grinning at him, once again rubbing herself, almost absentmindedly.  “You’re good at that,” she said through a hiss of laughter. Mitch decided that her face no longer had the pixie-like features he was used to.  As the sexual energy had taken control, she had been transformed into something more devilish, an imp, or a nymph perhaps. Whatever it was, he liked it, and it aroused him even more.

Justin was breathing heavily, attempting to recover from his orgasm.  Mitch sat back, almost like a dog sitting on his haunches. He wasn’t sure what the next move was.  Where do we go from here, he wondered.

Misty answered the question for him, as if she was reading his mind.  “Why are we rolling around in the dirt out here?” she asked playfully.  “We’ve got a tent for this sort of thing, don’t we?” She instantly sprang up from the ground and made her way towards the larger of the two tents.

“After you,” Justin said to Mitch encouragingly.

Misty crawled into the tent, revealing her bare ass as she did.  She flopped down onto one of the sleeping bags and removed the flannel shirt, which she had still been wearing as a jacket.  She flung it into one corner as she encouraged Mitch inside the tent. A small battery powered lantern lit up the interior, and made Misty’s pale body glow with an iridescent radiance.  Mitch took just a moment to take in her body. Her short legs, her beautiful thighs, her mound with a small tuft of pubic hair, her flat tummy, her pert breasts—Mitch simply shook his head in disbelief.   

She pulled Mitch down on top of her, kissing him full on the lips, her tongue in his mouth.  “We need to get your clothes off,” Misty prompted, as she started lifting his shirt up and off.  In no time at all, Mitch was just as naked as Misty. To his surprise, as Justin entered the tent, he too was completely naked.

She kissed Mitch once more and then whispered, “I want your tongue inside me.  But—” she began, and then paused.

“But what?” Mitch whispered back.

Misty laughed.  “Just… be ready, that’s all.”

A look of panic momentarily flashed across Mitch’s face.  “Be ready? Be ready for what?”

“You’ll know,” she replied mischievously, and pushed his head down towards her waiting snatch.

Mitch hesitated just a second, his nose inches away from the small tuft of hair on her mound.  He breathed in, sniffing the air—an intoxicating aroma. He was still stunned by the surreal nature of what was happening.  He was getting ready to eat Misty out, with her husband right beside them in the tent.

He took a cautionary first lap with his tongue.  Strawberries. He wasn’t sure why, but there was just a hint of strawberry flavor between her legs.  He didn’t question it. It was delicious. He dug his tongue in deeper, his nose resting in that small tuft of hair.  Misty made a small, pleasurable sound.

Mitch had completely lost himself in his task when he sensed Justin stirring behind him.  With very little warning, he felt the head of Justin’s cock pushing against his asshole. The words of Misty’s warning came flooding back to him—this is what he was supposed to be ready for.  Justin was hard again, and he pressed his head against the lips of Mitch’s waiting cavity. He pushed inside. Justin firmly gripped Mitch’s hips and began thrusting inside his ass.

Mitch grimaced in pain.  It had been a while―a long while―since he’d been penetrated.  As his body adjusted, he exhaled deeply as he started to feel the pleasure in the sensation.  Soon, it was nothing but pleasure.

Mitch found it difficult to concentrate on eating a woman out while her husband was behind him, fucking him up the ass, but he tried.  Misty seemed to realize his dilemma, so she relieved him of the obligation. She slowly worked her way underneath Mitch—all the way underneath him.  Mitch wasn’t exactly sure what she was attempting to do, but he soon found out.

He felt her tongue, and then her lips around his cock.  She was sucking his dick while Justin was fucking him from behind.  Mitch had thought the experience could not get any more unbelievable―or weird, but now it was both.  He allowed himself to relax completely, and enjoy the full force of Justin’s fucking, and the pure pleasure of Misty’s sucking, both happening simultaneously.

But suddenly, Misty stopped.  She had sucked him hard again—to the point of arousal—but she didn’t seem eager to swallow another load of his cum.  For a moment, Mitch was disappointed. She must not like the taste, he thought.

Then, he realized she was working her way back up.  She slithered on her back until she was directly beneath him again, and she gazed up at Mitch, with a longing look in her eyes.  The same longing that he had seen in her classroom when she had asked him to join them on this camping trip. He realized only then, that she had wanted this the entire time.  This was why he had been invited.

He heard a stifled exhale of breath from behind him, and felt Justin push his cock in even deeper.  Mitch inhaled sharply, suddenly realizing that Misty’s husband was cumming inside his ass. He accepted the other man’s cum, feeling his final thrusts subside, and Justin’s limp dick falling out of his ass.

Justin collapsed onto a sleeping bag, spent.  He raised his head, resting it against his hand, propped up at the elbow―as if he was ready to enjoy the rest of the show.

Misty was still laying on her back, underneath Mitch.  Mitch was still on all fours. He knew the next move was his.  He knew what he was supposed to do. He knew both of them were expecting him to do it.  But he still hesitated. It was the ultimate act. The deed of deeds. The final threshold.

Misty stared up at him, those big blue eyes still had that longing look in them.  “So,” she began, “are you gonna fuck me or what?” As she said the words, she smiled broadly.

Mitch’s dick, already aroused from her cock-sucking, suddenly roared into life, becoming rock hard.  He plowed into her without hesitation, burying his face in those perky tits that he had been so mesmerized by, less than two hours ago.

He felt Misty’s hands wrap around his back as she held on.  Mitch’s cock was flying in and out, pile driving her into the hard surface under the sleeping bags.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Misty repeated over and over and over again, with each stroke that Mitch took.  “Good God, I have wanted you so bad,” she exclaimed. “Ever since the first day I met you,” she managed to say, despite being pounded.

From off to the side, Justin piped in.  “It’s true, the first day she met you, she came home and told me she met a guy she wanted to fuck—and wanted me to fuck.” He chortled with laughter.

Mitch’s strokes quickened even more.  He felt his orgasm approaching and dug his cock deep inside Misty, all the way to the hilt.  He wasn’t sure why, but he had the sudden urge to leave his cum deep inside her. He did. He could feel the cum flow from his cock as he ground himself against her mound.  As his orgasm diminished, he pulled out, and laid down on the opposite side of Misty. She lay perfectly still for just a moment, as if she were content, and satisfied to have her two men, one on each side of her.

“God, you two are so fucking awesome!” she finally exclaimed.  “I mean, seriously. That was incredible—and it’s not over, we’ve still got a whole day and another night out here.”

Mitch smiled.  As he lay back on the sleeping bag and relaxed, he couldn’t believe how the night had turned out.  To think, he had almost not come on this trip. Even up to the very last second, before he parked next to their driveway, he had considered cancelling.  He was so glad he hadn’t.

The three of them fell asleep, still naked, and still reveling in the joy and pleasure of what they had just done.  The next morning, Mitch woke to find himself alone in the tent. He put his clothes back on and crawled out into the morning light.  He found Misty sitting on a towel, next to the fire, still quite naked. She appeared to be deep in meditation.

Mitch approached her from behind, not sure if he should speak to her, or let her be.

Once again, she answered the question for him by breaking her meditation.  “So, how do you like camping so far?” she asked with a laugh.

“It’s ahh—” Mitch began, but had no idea how to finish.  “It’s better than I could have possibly imagined,” he finally said.

Misty giggled.  “I was just thinking the same thing,” she admitted.

Mitch wasn’t really sure how the rest of the camping experience would go, now that all this had happened. Strangely enough though, throughout the day Saturday, things were largely normal.  Justin took Mitch fishing and they caught several catfish. Misty finally put her clothes on at about noon and they all ate lunch together.

They spent long hours throughout the day, visiting with each other, and exploring the pasture and the grove of trees.  Misty couldn’t keep her hands off of Mitch—as if she were a school girl experiencing puppy love for the first time. She kissed him behind a tree when Justin wasn’t looking, and then kissed him again in front of the tree when Justin was looking—making sure Justin could see their tongues together.

That night, they ate the catfish they had caught for supper, and had more great rousing, and stimulating conversation around the campfire throughout the evening.  Even if there had been no more sex, Mitch would have still had a great time. Misty and Justin were both fun people to talk to and be around. All three of their personalities were different enough that each one brought something new to the conversation.

That night, Misty and Justin invited Mitch back into their tent, and the three had a second night of amazing threeway sex.  The tiny tent they had erected for Mitch was never used, and they packed it up the next day.

When they arrived back at Misty and Justin’s home, Mitch slowly made his way towards his car.  A part of him didn’t want to leave.

“Hey Mitch,” Misty called to him just before he opened his car door.  “I hope you can come with us again sometime—we both enjoyed your company.”

“I definitely will.” Mitch agreed.

Mitch only had one final concern that lingered in his mind. He was uncertain of how the weekend’s events would affect his relationship with Misty at school.  He was afraid that it would now feel awkward to be around her and talk to her. After all, they weren’t exactly just “work friends” any more. However, when he walked into her room the first time Monday after school, she greeted him warmly, just as if nothing had changed.  In fact, as the final two months of the school year unfolded, he realized that not only was it not awkward—but they were closer than they had ever been.

(Author’s note): I would be remiss if I did not tell you the rest of Mitch, Misty, and Justin’s story.  It is bittersweet in some ways—but mostly sweet. About six years after this first encounter, Justin proved to be the redneck that he was.  He received his second DUI in less than ten years. The minimum penalty for this offense in our state is a year in jail and a $2,500 fine.

Misty has little tolerance for idiocy.  This, along with a few other incidents, finally convinced her that she had experienced enough redneck for one lifetime.  She left Justin and divorced him. Meanwhile, her longtime friend, Mitch, was right there to comfort her and help her through that difficult time.  The two have shared the same last name for these past ten years and are still quite happy.

Of course, since their favorite camping spot belonged to Justin’s family, they had to find a new favorite camping spot.  Fortunately, my parents had the perfect place. I only had one condition—that they take me camping with them… which they did… but that—a-hem—is a story for another day.