Camping with the In-laws PART 1 (MFMF/wife)

     I've never been much of an outdoorsman.  In fact, my idea of
"roughing it" is checking into a hotel without reservations.  That's why I
was not very excited about the idea of my wife and I heading out into the
sticks for a whole weekend -- especially with my in-laws.  Don't get me
wrong, my wife's sister and her husband are good people; it's just that
they are about as opposite from Natalie and me as you can get.

     My wife and I are probably the typical definition of what you'd
call "yuppies".  I make a pretty comfortable living as an account executive
in a mid-size advertising agency.  We live in a nice home in the suburbs,
have the typical two-kid, one dog, two-car family.  I spend my weekends
playing golf at the country club -- while my conservative little wife
Natalie tends to her garden, chauffeurs the kids around, and actively
participates in the PTA and her many civic functions.  It might be boring,
but it's a comfortable life.

     Natalie's younger sister and her husband, Steve, always seemed
more like people you'd meet at a biker bar.  Brash, loud, and sometimes
vulgar, they were always looking for a good time.  Steve is a firefighter 
for
a small, rural department.  In his early-30s, he's a huge, barrel-chested 
guy
with a big fu-manchu mustache; and he obviously spends a great deal of
time working out with weights.  Steve was riding bulls on the rodeo circuit
when he and Kellie hooked up.   He still has that rough cowboy persona:
very self-confident and almost cocky, but likeable.   I always thought his
idea of the perfect evening must be a twelve-pack on ice and
Wrestlemania on pay-per-view.

     Natalie's 27-year-old sister, Kellie, is a good match for Steve and
very different from my wife.  While Natalie is short and petite with long,
honey-colored hair -- Kellie is more buxom with short-cropped dark hair.
She has fiery eyes and a quick, hearty laugh.  Always teasing and flirting,
frequently telling off-color jokes, she has a robust, fun-loving 
personality.
But there's something else   a raw sensuality that is almost impossible to
ignore.  While bigger than my wife, Kellie keeps herself in good shape
that is easy to see from the revealing outfits she often wears.  She says
Steve likes her to "show off" what she has.  I certainly didn't mind
occasionally sneaking glances at her big, firm breasts.

     That's how this whole mess started, I was absentmindedly staring
at Kellie's chest, not paying attention, when my bluff was called.  But a
bet is a bet . . .and I always pay-up when I lose.  Let me explain how I got
railroaded into this camping adventure.

     We were over at my wife's parent's house for one of those
obligatory, but usually boring weekend family get-togethers.  We had
gone through the normal routine of stuffing ourselves with a huge meal,
then most of the men in the family fell into the comfortable couches
downstairs to watch sports on TV.  That day it was college basketball.

     Kellie was there too; not surprisingly, she's one of the only
females in her family who really likes sports.  She had on a tight tank top
with no bra   standard attire for her, as she rested between Steve's legs
with her back to his chest.  I kept shifting my focus from the game to the
obvious twin points her nipples were making in her shirt.  That's when I
got caught.

     "What about it, Mike.   Or, are you chicken?"  I heard Kellie
giggling at me, and I looked up to see Steve staring back at me with a
wicked grin.

     "Huh?"  I stammered.  "What are you talking about?"

     "The game," she laughed.  "I said I'll bet you that Arizona comes
back to win."

     I glanced over at the screen and checked the score.  Arizona was
behind by 12 points with less than four minutes left in the game.
Suddenly my male pride kicked in and I blurted out, "No way . . .it's
over!"

     "OK, big shot . . .put your money where your mouth is!"  Kellie
said smugly.

     "No problem," I fired back.  "What are the stakes?"

     Without hesitation she said, "The camping trip!"

     I groaned aloud.  The stupid camping trip!  She and Steve had been
trying to talk Natalie and me into going with them up to some "amazing"
spot in the mountains they had discovered.  They wanted to prove to us
how relaxing and fun it could be to get out of the city, but neither of us
really wanted to go.  We had been begging off on the trip for almost two
years.

     I checked the score again and said, "OK, what do I get if I win?"

     She leaned back and whispered something to Steve.  After some
discussion, he nodded and she turned back to me.  "If you win, we'll
watch your kids for a week while you and Nat do whatever you want."

     That sounded like a pretty good deal.  My wife and I had been
talking about a second honeymoon.  Maybe this would be the chance to
make some plans.  After all, Arizona simply had no chance.  "You're on!

     I'll spare you the ugly details . . .except to say I hope that Arizona
guard's 3-point school record holds up for a long time.  So now my wife
and I are packing for a trip to the wilderness that neither of us really
wanted to make.

     "I still don't understand how they talked you into this," Natalie
sighed.  "And why aren't we taking the kids?"

     I felt like a chump as I looked over at my pretty wife who doesn't
like camping any more than I do.  "I told you, they made me an offer I
couldn't refuse," I tried to sound sincere.  "They said we'd enjoy ourselves
a lot more the first time if we didn't have to worry about the kids getting
into trouble.  Your mom said she'd be happy to watch them."

     "Well, this is sure going to be interesting, " Nat rolled her eyes.  "I
can't remember the last time I slept in a tent.  What will we eat, where 
will
we shower?  Oh, I hate to be all dirty and scummy feeling!"  She was
voicing many of the same concerns floating around in my head.  But before
I could say anything, she surprised me by saying almost to herself, "Of
course, Steve is really at home in the mountains.  I'm sure he'll make it
fun . . ."

     I looked over at my wife, as she seemed lost in thought.  This
wasn't the first time she had spoke of Steve like that   almost like she was
impressed with him.  Several times over the years she had suggested that I
ask my brother-in-law to help me learn some weight training.  Of course, at
40, I don't consider myself in bad shape at all.  I don't have masses of
muscle like Steve, but I do jog occasionally and stay active.  I'm 6' and 
not
huge,  but I'm pretty lean and mean.  Still, I often wondered if Natalie
didn't secretly wish I were a little more buff like her brother-in-law.

     My wife stays in great shape.  She was a cheerleader in college,
and she has worked hard to keep her trim figure.  Nat is 5'2" with perfect
breasts for her fame and a tight little ass (my favorite feature).  She has
dazzling blue eyes and full, pouting lips.  Like I said before, she and
Kellie almost look like they came from different families.  Even the way
they act is different.  While Kellie is outgoing and sometimes bawdy,
Natalie is more reserved and feminine.

     The "fun couple" picked us up in their beat-up old camper and we
were off.  We didn't own any camping gear, so we were traveling pretty
light with only a couple of small bags.  Hell, we didn't even know what to
wear out there . . .but Steve said not to worry, he'd make sure we had
everything we needed.

     We bounced along for almost three hours in the back of the
camper.  While Steve drove, the rest of us played cards, drank a few beers,
and visited.  I noticed a bed above the driver compartment and crawled up
to take a nap.  I don't sleep well in moving vehicles, so I mainly tossed
and turned while Nat and Kellie kept pounding down the brews.  Pretty
soon they were laughing and teasing each other.  My wife doesn't drink
very much; so, after only a couple of beers, I could tell she had a good
buzz going.  After a while I could hear the two sisters start to whisper and
giggle.  I couldn't tell what they were talking about, but it sure sounded
like they were discussing something wicked.

     Finally we jerked to stop and we all piled out to survey our
surroundings.  I had to admit the scenery was indeed breathtaking.  We
were in a secluded mountain valley with a tranquil-looking lake.  It was
late afternoon and the fading sunlight cast an almost surreal soft glow to
the entire area.

     "Is there anybody else around here?"  I wondered aloud.

     "Nope . . .just us and wildlife," Steve chuckled.  "Most of this is
private land.  I know the people who own it and they let us come up here
once in a while.  In all the times we've been here, though, I've never come
across anybody I didn't expect to see."

     "It's beautiful," Natalie said.  "I can see why you guys like it up
here . . .it's so peaceful."

     "Yep, and private . . ." Kellie piped up.  "Perfect place to go
skinny dipping!"  For some reason she looked straight at me to check my
reaction.  "Sometimes Steve and I run around here stark naked for days."
Her husband laughed loudly and I started to say something, then decided
against it.  I looked over at Natalie and she seemed to be blushing.

     "We better get camp set up before it gets dark," Steve finally said
after an awkward silence.  "Mike . . .wanna give me a hand with the
gear?"

     We spent the next hour or so setting up tents and making a fire in a
clearing by the lake several hundred yards away from the truck. While
     Natalie and I tried to situate the air mattresses and sleeping bags in
our tent, Kellie and Steve made dinner on the fire.  When it was ready we
feasted on a really tasty meal.  I might have been hungrier than I had
realized, but the food was very flavorful and satisfying.  OK, so maybe
this wasn't going to be as bad as I thought.

     After dinner we sat around the fire and cracked open a few more
beers.  As we all started to get a little drunk, Steve and Kellie loudly 
told
some corny ghost stories, then some fairly dirty jokes.  I was surprised to
hear Natalie laughing and giggling at the obscene humor, but after a while
I couldn't help getting into the spirit as well.

     Steve was sitting on a log with Kellie seated cross-legged on the
ground between his legs.  As they talked and laughed, Steve reached his
arms around her shoulders and locked her in a bear hug.  Pretty soon he
started to massage her neck and shoulders.  Then his hands began to move
lower under her arms  grazing the sides of her incredible breasts.  All the
while he was talking and laughing, but I was staring at his fingers as they
inched toward Kellie's big, braless mounds rising and falling gently under
her T-shirt.  Suddenly I realized that Kellie had stopped chatting.  I gazed
up to see her staring directly at me with a strange smile on her face.  Her
eyes gleamed in the firelight.

     I glanced over to see if Natalie was observing what was happening,
but she seemed to be either too drunk or too absorbed in what Steve was
saying.  Her eyes danced and she smiled dreamily as she watched the big
fireman chat away.

     Looking back at the couple, I saw that Steve's big hands were now
actually rubbing and massaging Kellie's tits.  Her erect nipples were
poking through her flimsy white shirt and in the firelight I could clearly
see the dark shadows of her areolas.  My cock started to stir in my pants as
his hands kept teasing and kneading her.  She had her eyes closed and a
contented smile played across her lips.

     Finally Steve broke the spell by raising his arms above his head
and letting out a big yawn.  "Well, I don't know about you folks, but I'm
ready to turn in," he said as he stood and pulled Kellie to her feet.  She
rose gracefully and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Then looking back
over her shoulder at us she winked and said, "Sleep as late as you want
tomorrow.  Something about this mountain air just makes you want to stay
in bed all day!"  Then she giggled and pulled her husband toward their
tent.

     I helped Natalie up and we walked a little unsteadily over to our
tent, which was about 20-feet away from theirs.  Both tents had battery-
powered fluorescent lanterns, and I switched ours on so we could get
settled for bed.  Before I could zip the door closed, my wife complained
that she had to use the bathroom.  I asked if she needed any help, and she
giggled and slapped me on the shoulder.  "I think I can handle things
myself" she said, then headed out to find the temporary latrine Steve had
constructed earlier.

     When she got back I decided I better take advantage of the
facilities myself, so I groped my way out into the darkness.  I was just
shaking off and zipping up when I heard a female voice almost right next
to me.

     "Did you enjoy the little show?"

     Startled, I turned around to see Kellie standing there.  "What do
you mean?"  I stammered.

     "Oh, come on, Mikey!  You're eyes we're about to pop out of your
head when Steve was giving me that little front-end alignment by the fire,"
she laughed softly.  "And by the looks of the tent pole in your pants, I
think you were enjoying it too."

     In my groggy state, I couldn't think of a good come back, so I just
muttered, "Yeah ..Whatever."

     She laughed again and said, "Well, who knows.  If you're a really
good boy, maybe I'll let you check out the equipment for yourself."  Then
she leaned forward quickly and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.
Spinning around, she headed toward camp.  Then she looked back at me
and said, "Hope we don't keep you awake tonight . . .we might be a little
noisy."

     I was aroused and ready to fool around with my wife, but when I
got back to the tent she was already curled up in her sleeping bag.  I think
all the beer had gone to her head and she was pretty much gone.  Oh well,
guess I won't get lucky tonight, I thought to myself as I started to pull my
clothes off.

     As I was getting settled in, I happened to look through the mesh
window and I froze.  I had a perfect view of the tent next door and it was
glowing.  The lantern in Steve and Kellie's tent illuminated the dome
shape and revealed a sharp silhouette of the two figures inside.  I watched
as Kellie obviously got undressed.  She was laying back and raised her
shapely hips as she first pulled off her shorts, then sat back up and 
started
to pull her shirt over her head.   My mouth was suddenly dry as I saw the
shadow of her breasts jiggle slightly as they were released from the
confines of the fabric.  I could clearly see the shape of her nipples 
sticking
our proudly when she reached her arms back to brush through her hair.

     Fearing they might see my shadow staring back at them, I quickly
turned off our lantern.  I looked back just in time to see the two figures
move together for a passionate embrace and kiss.  Steve's hands moved
over her body -- exploring and fondling.  Their mouths worked together
and I distinctly heard a soft moan float across the space between our tents.
Steve moved his head and mouth to her neck and then lower -- using his
lips and tongue to pleasure her.  I heard Kellie murmur, "mmmm...that
feels so good. . ."  But just as he was about to reach her beautiful 
breasts,
her arm reached out and turned off the lantern.

     Thinking the show was over, I lay back on my sleeping bag.  I was
too warm and worked up to get inside, so I just rested there wishing Natalie
was awake so I could attack her.  I thought about waking her up, but then I
heard sounds from next door again.  At first it was whispers and moans
mixed with bodies rustling around; but as the action heated up, so did the
volume.

     "Oh, God!   Steve. . .I love it when you do that!   Mmmm, baby,
you're getting me so wet!"

     Steve made a growling sound and said, "Yeah, right.  You were already
wet.  I think you were really enjoying teasing our guests over there,
huh?"  Kellie gave an evil little giggle and said, "Well, maybe a little.  
But
somebody needs to loosen those two up."  Then she gasped loudly again as
Steve found another sensitive spot.  "Well, I'd be happy to loosen your
sister up," he finally said.  "She's a fine piece of ass.  I'll bet she's 
hornier
than a bunny when she gets heated up.  And I know you can't wait to get in
Mike's pants."

  I was shocked to hear this guy talk about my wife like that.  At first I
was pissed off, but the more I lay there listening to them rut around, the
more I had to admit to myself that there was something exciting about the
idea.  After all, Kellie had indeed been teasing me by the fire -- then all 
but
propositioned me out in the darkness by the latrine.  As my cock started to
grow even larger and harder in my boxers, some wild images began to go
through my head.

  Natalie and I had never really done anything even remotely kinky in our
sex lives.  We made love regularly, and I was certain we kept each other
happy and satisfied.  I was also sure we had always been faithful to each
other without any need to look around.  But here I was in this remote place
-- miles away from anywhere -- with two attractive people noisily having
sex right next to me.  My imagination got the best of me and soon I had
visions of  a wild orgy unfolding in the woods.  And perhaps the thing that
got me worked up the most was the idea of Steve seducing and taking my
wife.   I couldn't help reaching down and stroking my rock-hard pole.

  In the other tent, things were really starting to heat up.  I could hear 
soft
slurping and smacking sounds, mixed with groans from Steve.  "Oh, yeah,
that's it, babe.  Suck it!"  he gasped.  I pumped my fist faster as I 
imagined
Kellie's head bobbing up and down on his shaft.

  After a few minutes I heard them moving around again and this time
Kellie cried out, "Yessss....that's it, put it in. . . .now, baby!   Oh, I 
need
you so bad!"  Soon they both began to grunt and pant and I could hear their
bodies slapping together in a steady rythm.  I couldn't believe how vocal
they were as they moaned and urged each other on.

  Suddenly I felt a small, warm hand grasp my throbbing cock.  "Sounds
like somebody's having some fun!" my wife whispered next to me.  I
glanced over to see her eyes sparkling at me in the moonlight.  "Maybe we
should join them. . ." she grinned seductively.   At first I thought she had
heard everything and meant we should go actually "join" them.  But then I
realized she just wanted to play too.  Not needing a second invitation, I
unzipped her bag and crawled in with her.

  Nat had worn just a T-shirt and panties to bed.  I wasted little time in
discarding her flimsy clothing, and soon we were grinding our mouths,
tongues,  and hips together.  I was too worked up for much foreplay, and
she seemed ready and anxious, so I reached down and guided my swollen
rod to her warm, wet opening.

  "Oh, ahhhhh!!!!  God, that feels so good!!!" she moaned, as I slid all
the way inside her with one stroke.  I pulled almost all the way back out,
then threw my hips forward and plowed back into her, making her gasp
again in pleasure.  As I started to move in and out with long strokes, Nat
wrapped her legs around my back and grabbed my ass with her tiny hands
to help urge me on.

  My wife was whimpering and pleading beneath me as I picked up the
pace, and I couldn't help wonder if our neighbors could hear us now.  I
really didn't care at this point, so I got a little vocal myself as I 
pounded
away with increasing speed.  "Yeah, that's it. . .you like it, don't you?"  
I
hissed at Nat.  "Oh yesss....I love it!   Please, harder!!!" she moaned in
return.

  I decided if we did have an audience, I wanted to give them a show, so I
raised up on my knees for leverage and really started to pound into Natalie.
I don't know, perhaps I secretly hoped Kellie was listening carefully to how
well I was satisfying her sister; but, for some reason, the demon came out
in me as I savagely jackhammered my wife.

  She was clawing at my back and shoulders now and almost
continuously groaning.  I could feel the familiar tingle down my spine and
in my balls signaling my impending erruption.  Reaching down, I grasped
my wife's soft, undulating ass cheeks and pushed my cock into her as far as
it would go.  Then I yelled out, "Damn. . .I'm Gonna CUMMM!!!! " and
held rigid as the white hot liquid raced through me and exploded deep
inside her with spurt after spurt.  She continued to rock her hips and milk
me dry with her tight inner muscles -- her body tembled and shuddered as
one long last sigh escaped her pretty lips.

  I fell back and we both lay there fighting to catch our breath.  The smell
of sex was thick in the tent.  When the cobwebs in my head began to clear,
I heard soft chuckles and giggles from next door.  Then Kellie whipered
loudly, "Good night you two. . .sounds like a good one already.  Sleep
tight!"  I looked over at Natalie, still breathing heavy with a dreamy smile
on her face and her eyes closed.

  "Maybe we should move our tent farther away," I suggested.    Nat
listened to them still laughing and whispering for a moment, then she said,
"Nah, it's all right.  We're all grownups.  Besides, maybe we'll learn a few
things!"  She giggled too and leaned over to give me a kiss before
snuggling up against me to sleep.  As I lay there trying to figure out what
my wife meant by that comment, I thought to myself, "This is certainly
going to be an interesting weekend."