(MF, MMF, oral, exhib, cons, drugs)
by Art Martin
Tom and Trudy Moore, barely 24, but with three boys, had no experience sexually outside their marriage. That is until they hiked to the hot springs where everything changed...
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Trudy and I grew up together. We didn't live in the same neighborhood, nor did we go to the same schools until we started high school. But in fact Trudy and I were friends long before we ever started school. Our folks went to same church and we were in the same Sunday School classes from almost the day we were born. Other friends came and went, but Trudy and I saw each other every Sunday morning for an hour and saw each other every Sunday afternoon during the church's Sunday pot luck dinners out under the oak trees. We were fast friends, played well together and enjoyed each other's company. Of course young boys and girls have different interests, but that didn't matter to either of us. To me, Trudy was... well, Trudy and I liked her; I liked her a lot and she liked me.
But even so, outside of church, we didn't socialize. Not until we started high school. Then we saw each other every day and had lunch together. It was apparent to everyone else, but us, that we were boyfriend and girlfriend, which we were. We had other friends, but we didn't enjoy being with them nearly as much as we enjoyed being together. Whereas I felt and acted awkward around other girls, with Trudy I was totally comfortable. She was much the same way with other guys.
My first real date was with Trudy. It was her first real date also. In fact I never went out on a date in high school with anyone but Trudy, and she never went out with any other guy. We were like two old married people. If there was a yearbook category for the nerdiest couple, Trudy and I would have won that handily. That's not saying that we weren't physically attractive, because we were, especially Trudy. She was a petite girl, standing at 5'5" and soaking wet, not quite a 100 pounds. She had lush, thick dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She had flawless olive skin, and a very shapely ass, one that often merited a second look by a passerby. In the tit department, on her tiny frame her C-cups boobs were very nice indeed.
And being God fearing kids, we took the pledge of sexual abstinence until we were married. As it turned out, we broke that pledge during our senior year with a few months to go before graduation. We had gone horseback riding at her grandfather's farm, got to fooling around in an old barn and in the heat of the moment we did it. We'd done our share of smooching before and had done some light petting, but nothing like what we did that afternoon. And it was over almost as soon as it began, leaving us both embarrassed. And as luck would have it, that's all it took to put her in the family way.
When the consequences of our actions became apparent to us, we were mortified. The first person we confided in was our pastor, who it seemed, took it all very well. He then met with our parents, who didn't take it very well, and the next thing I knew, we were saying, "I do".
Everyone expected us to get married soon after graduation, including us, but of course no one at school could know that we were already married, nor could anyone know about Trudy's condition. So, we continued to live with our parents and went about as if nothing of note had happened. And nothing did happen between Trudy and I until we graduated. Then I was shipped off to basic training as an Airman no-class. It wasn't until I was sent to another base for advanced training that Trudy and I finally were able to act like the married couple that we were. That second time doing it wasn't much better than the first, but we practiced and soon became competent in the basic missionary. As for anything more advanced, forget about it.
Problem was, Trudy thought of the sex act as something sinful, necessary for procreation, but basically sinful and not to be enjoyed. To her, getting knocked up was punishment for being sinful. Fortunately, she was a good Christian girl who did what her husband wanted her to do. She never refused me, she just didn't seem to enjoy it that much.
I'd heard from my buddies about getting blowjobs, but it wasn't until Trudy was about to burst and "normal" sex was off limits did she, after considerable coaching from other wives, take my cock in her mouth. Of course I blew it, so to speak, by cumming in her mouth. No more blowjobs for me! Fortunately that lasted only for a week or two, then we tried it again and I refrained from blowing my load in her mouth. I rather liked getting a blowjobs and Trudy seemed to enjoy it too. That is until I blew my load in her mouth again. That was a few days before she gave birth to our first born.
By then her lady friends had convinced her that that sort of thing was common and perfectly okay. Trudy wasn't so sure, but being a good wife, she'd suck me to completion without complaint. A mile stone had been reached, even if Trudy still considered such things as dirty and sinful!
After Bobby was born, we got around to trying out a few things recommended to us by our friends, things like using a different position other than just the missionary, and me performing cunnilingus on her.
After being married for nearly a year, we were still quite naive about sex and sexual matters, but we were slowly learning. The one thing we didn't have to practice was fertilizing her eggs and just a year after Bobby was born, his brother, Jimmy, came along. Soon after, Travis made his appearance. After Travis, Trudy had her tubes tied.
Bam, bam, bam! In little over three years we had three kids and we were both barely twenty one and destined to be very young grandparents. Did I mention that we were dirt poor? Fortunately, the Air Force provided basic, but adequate housing, medical care and made pay adjustments for the number of kids you had to support, but we were still on Food Stamps and didn't have a spare nickel.
That's not to say our parents didn't help us out. My dad gave us Mom's old minivan rather than trading it in. It wasn't cool and was a bit raggedy, but it got us around and thankfully, it was very reliable and economical. Our parents also pretty much clothed the boys. They'd send new clothes to Bobby. When he out grew them we passed them down to Jimmy, and when he out grew them, Travis got them. Travis, being the youngest, usually looked like some poor orphan kid. But little kids, boys especially, could care less about the clothes they had on.
By the time my four year enlistment was up, Trudy finally admitted to me, and more importantly to herself, that she did enjoy sex. Oh, she still acted like she thought giving me a blowjobs was dirty, but she never said 'no' and I suspected that she really enjoyed doing that. Things were looking up!
I was also getting to be a fairly decent aircraft mechanic. Not decent enough to make a go of it out in the civilian world, but good enough that the Air Force wanted to keep me and give me advanced training. I accepted, as this was the ticket to a good paying job later in life.
Six years in and our sex life was getting dull and repetitive to the point that I'd just climb on, get my rocks off, climb off and go to sleep. Trudy, who never took the initiative, didn't complain. But she was getting a bit beat down running after our three little boys all day every day. That's not to say that she was looking beat down, as she was still a very pretty girl with a good figure, just tired. Back home on leave for the Christmas holidays, the grandmothers decided to take mercy and took the boys for two whole months. Freed of the kids for a spell, Trudy and I didn't know what to do with all our free time.
But then I heard of this secluded hot spring. I researched it and acquired maps. An easy two hour hike from the road I determined. After considerable cajoling, Trudy agreed to go.
I checked out backpacking equipment from the base recreation service. On my two days off in the middle of the week, we headed out on our first real "vacation", driving out the evening before so we could get a fresh start in the morning while it was still cool.
I located the remote trailhead and we camped out under the stars next to our van. In the morning we headed out.
Well, it took four hours of poorly marked, rugged, bad-ass trail to get to the hot springs. Even in January, it got hot by late morning. Poor Trudy, she thought she was going die somewhere along that trail through the barren volcanic terrain, terrain that was stark and foreboding, but beautiful in its own way. Cresting the last ball breaking "hill" we saw the tranquil river below lined with green cottonwood trees. Somewhere near the river, nested in those inviting shady trees, was our destination.
With renewed hope and vigor, we followed the "trail" to its conclusion at the hot springs which was perched just above the river at the edge of the cottonwoods. However... To our disappointment there was a tent already pitched at the springs. Someone was already there. This was a surprise as we had taken the only trail from the road to get there and there had been no other vehicle parked at the trailhead. Then I saw how they had gotten there, in a beat up Ford Bronco that had clearly spent a lot of time off road. This too surprised me, as there were no roads or tracks shown on my trusty map to get there.
Oh, well. We couldn't very well just turn around and go back. We were both unaccustomed to hiking in this sort of terrain, or any other terrain for that matter, and we were plumb wore out. We looked about to see whom the tent belonged to, but saw no one around. So, we set up our camp in the only other relatively flat spot, about a hundred feet away from the other camp.
We had just finished setting up camp, put on our bathing suits and slathered each other down in sun screen when our neighbors appeared, two men and a young woman. They were all a little older than we were, the two men maybe in their early thirties and the woman maybe late twenties, possibly thirty. They had been out on a hike, but other than the hiking boots and hats, they were naked.
"Oh, my god!" gasped Trudy when she saw them. "They're naked!"
I looked up and sure enough, they were naked. Naked, sweaty and caked with dust, only that wasn't what I was looking at. I was staring at the well endowed naked woman. Here I was, 24 and never even been in a strip joint. Indeed, other than the occasional Playboy Playmate, the only naked woman I'd ever seen was my wife. I was as astounded as Trudy was!
Seeing us, the threesome waved to us, then went about their business, no more concerned about their nudity than a nudist would be, but then again, they were nudists.
One of the men, a tattooed guy with unruly hair and a beard, came over to our camp. Trudy beat a hasty retreat into our tent.
"Hi, ya, folks," he greeted real friendly like. "Say, did you guys actually hike in here?"
"Uh, yes, we did," I replied trying my best not to stare at the rather large cut organ dangling between his muscular legs.
"That's a friggin' rough trail," he commented shaking his head, "a real ball breaking killer. Especially going back.
"Say, I hope you don't mind that we are, uh, you know..." he said sweeping his hands downward emphasizing his lack of clothing, "but, you know... Well, you're welcome to join us in the springs."
"Uh, yeah, thanks."
"My name is Buster," he said extending his hand. "The chick, that's my old lady, Sara, and the other dude is Painter."
"Uh, Tom and Trudy," I replied.
"Okay, nice meeting ya, Tom," he said, then turned and rejoined his companions.
"Is he gone?" Trudy asked poking her head out of the tent. She was red faced and sweating.
"Sort of. He's gone back to his camp."
"We've got to get out of here!" she said.
"Forget that," I replied. "It was mostly downhill to get here and it still took us four hours. It'll take us at least six hours to get back to the van."
"I want to go. Now!"
"We'll die in the heat of the day, so just forget it. We're here and we're staying. So come on and let's go in the water."
"What if they come in the water with us?"
"Well, if they do, they do. They were here first. Besides, it's public property."
"Isn't that against the law?"
"What? Being naked? I dunno. Maybe. Maybe not.
"Look, Trudy. You can't stay in the tent. It's too hot."
Reluctantly she emerged from our shelter.
"Come on. Let's go down to the river and cool off. Later on we can go in the hot spring."
So, we headed down to the river, which required us to pass their camp site rather close. As we approached their camp, the naked threesome headed towards the hot springs. Seeing us, they stopped.
"Going in the spring?" Buster asked.
"No, going down to the river," I replied.
"Hey, that's a good idea! The water's cool and it's already a bit hot. Mind if we join you?"
What could I say? They had every right to be there as we did.
Looking at my wife, he said, "You must be Trudy. Buster. And this is Painter and she's Sara."
Painter and Sara waved in greeting. Trudy, red faced from the heat and embarrassment, just gawked. I gawked too at Sara's tits and the nipple jewelry she sported, along with a pierced navel.
"We call him Painter because, well, he's a painter," Buster went on. "Later on when it cools off some, he's going to paint Sara. We call her Sara, because, well, that's her name." We all nervously chuckled at his joke.
"I know!" Buster piped up. "Before we go down to the river, how about a cold beer? We have an ice chest loaded in the back of the Bronco."
We had already drank most of our water that morning, and a cold beer was just too good to pass up.
"How about you, Trudy? Would you like a beer?" Back in those days, Trudy wasn't much of a drinker. Still isn't, but...
He went to the open back of the Bronco and pulled out beers for everyone and placed extras in an insulated bag. Never had anything tasted so good. Then with our new friends and neighbors, we went down to the river.
Washing away the sweat and grime from the morning's hike felt marvelous. We stayed down in the river for quite awhile. By then, Trudy and I had gotten more comfortable being with our nudie friends. Not perfectly comfortable, but more comfortable than we had been an hour or so before.
Painter waded to the shore and pulled out a joint from a pouch he'd brought with him. He lit up and then waded back into the water where he passed it around. Sara and Buster took a hit and passed it to me. I didn't smoke, and I'd never smoked weed before, but I took a hit anyway and passed it to my wife.
She waved it away and I told her to try it. "There are no police around here, so you won't get arrested," I told her.
Now a good wife obeys her husband, and Trudy was in every way a good wife, so she tried it just because I said so. It must have been really good stuff, because even unaccustomed as we were to the evil weed, it wasn't harsh and neither of us were reduced to hacking and coughing. However, my head began to swim and I began to feel disjointed. Trudy, she soon had the giggles.
The joint came around again and perhaps that was a mistake because Sara, who was now Trudy's buddy, began urging her to let loose and take off her top. I wasn't privy to this, but suddenly my giggling wife's top was floating away downriver, never to be seen again.
Well, I thought that was pretty cool and getting in the spirit of things, I pulled off my swim trunks to the hoots of my companions. From there they began pressing my wife to get with program and loose the bottoms. To my surprise, she did just that and her bottoms joined her top in a trip downriver, but then again, she was stoned for the first time in her life.
We were all naked and someone suggested going back to the hot spring. So we did. Fresh beers helped our parched throats and Sara passed around a can of brownies. Another joint began making the rounds and all the inhibitions Trudy possessed melted away.
Someone turned on the cassette player in the Bronco and Trudy and Sara began dancing. Soon Sara was dancing with me, rubbing her tits into me and just generally out to seduce me. Meanwhile Trudy was dancing with the two other guys.
We hit the hot water... hmmm, so relaxing. Trudy then began smooching with me and she got friskier and friskier. Buster and Sara went out of the water and were soon fucking in plain sight.
Trudy and I weren't so far gone that we didn't find this... interesting. Especially when Painter took Buster's place and fucked Sara. Even stoned, I was expecting Trudy to say something like, "That's so bad!". She didn't. What she said was "Oh, my! That's so hot!"
"Go on, you two. Loosen up," Buster said coming up to us with his cock swinging low. "Take your wife and make love to her."
Sounded good to me, so I did just that, on the banks of the hot springs while our randy companions watched. Trudy didn't complain. After that, Sara sucked cock and got fucked again by her two friends. Me, I too got a blow job from Trudy and we fucked again.
Things were already spinning way out of control when Painter declared that it was time to paint the women.
In my state of mind, I was expecting Painter to pull out a canvas or sketch pad and begin painting, but that's not the kind of painting he was planning. He took out jars of paint and proceeded to finger paint Sara in a variety of colors.
Then he painted Trudy, paying close attention to her breasts and buttocks and navel. She flinched the first time his paint laden finger ran over her tit. "Be still," he told her and other than the giggling, she did just that and let him be creative with her body. And as he painted my wife, he took time out to suck her nipples which he had left au natural. Trudy had very sensitive nipples to begin with and to have someone other than one of our boys nursing on her, well...
I was too zonked out to protest. Indeed I found the whole scene of him running his hands all over my naked wife and smearing paint on her to be rather erotic.
Then Buster approached her and shoved his crotch into her face. I guess she'd been intrigued with that cock all afternoon and being the good girl she was, took him into her mouth. I was shocked that my wife would do such a thing, but before I said anything, Sara took it upon herself to give me a blowjob.
Buster pulled his dick from my wife's mouth and Painter took his place. Shortly thereafter she was sucking Buster's cock again. By then I was rather enjoying the salacious show and still said nothing. Once again they switched and as she sucked Pinter's uncut cock, Buster lifted her by the hips, lined up and penetrated her. To my surprise, she didn't protest this escalation. However, it was enough to drive me over the edge and I ejaculated into Sara's mouth.
The fucking and sucking stopped when Sara pulled from the Bronco a bucket of fried chicken they had brought along. That was accompanied by several bottles of cheap sweet wine and more brownies. We were all famished and greedily consumed every morsel of chicken.
We went back into the hot spring to soak off the paints and the grease from our hands. Trudy and I cuddled in the water, but neither of us said anything of the elephant in the room.
Soon it was dusk and Buster built a small fire. Other than the flickering flame of the small fire off a ways from me, it was darker than dark, as the moon hadn't risen, and I remember the sky was absolutely spectacular that night. The vast number stars visible was awesome. That and I remember Sara rising and falling on me as I lay looking up at the stars, my hands filled with the soft flesh of her rather large pierced tits. And I remember looking towards the fire, the raised legs in the air and the naked buttocks rising and falling as my wife was fucked repeatedly. I don't know what those guys were doing to keep it up, but they were and keeping a hard cock in Trudy. And I remember the sounds of the crackling of the fire and the salacious sounds coming from my wife who periodically began howling. That and the howl of a coyote somewhere off in the distance and the wet smacking sounds coming from Sara's pussy as she fucked me.
Morning came. I was still flat on my back, laying on the bare ground. Trudy was where I saw her last, lying on a sleeping bag out in the open air near Buster's and Painter's tent. I rose and checked her out. She still had some finger paint on her and her pussy lips seemed swollen and red. Between her legs, the sleeping bag she was lying on was wet from seepage from her pussy.
Waking her, I helped her up and took her to the hot spring to get the crusty grime off both her and me. Again, neither of us mentioned what had taken place yesterday or during the night.
Soon the other folks were up and Buster set about making breakfast for everyone. Having eaten something, I knew that Trudy and I needed to strike camp, and head back to our minivan.
"Stay a while longer," Buster suggested while idly scratching his balls. "We'll give you ride back to your car."
"How about it, Hon?" I asked my still nude wife.
"Let's stay and ride back with them," she replied.
"Okay by me," I said, relieved that we didn't have to hoof it out.
"Great! Then it's settled," declared Buster.
He rose and held his hand out to Trudy. She took it and was led away followed by Painter. They stopped just few yards away by the sleeping bag. Buster tugged on her nipple and said something to her. She knelt on the sleeping bag, put her head down on the mat, hiking her ass in the air. Standing over my naked wife, the two naked men played paper, rocks and scissors to see who went first.
END of CHAPTER 1
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