Chapter 1: Something Was Missing.

Carol looked around the room at all the bodies in various stages of undress. Now all of them were asleep, or passed out, or for whatever reason seemingly inert. It had been quite a night... and she had been the Queen of it all. As she looked over the room, she thought back to the beginning of the summer.

What a great day it had been, a Saturday of hiking in the awe inspiring Rocky Mountains. Bob and Carol Maddox had met their hiking club at a familiar trail head just west of Boulder, early that morning, and had spent the day in the mountains. Bob and Carol loved the outdoors and particularly hiking. They had formed the club less than a year before just for days like this. People had come and gone, but at present the club consisted of four couples. Bob and Carol had met each of them through various social activities and were pleased to find them as enthusiastic about hiking as they were.

In truth Bob had been both surprised and delighted when Carol had agreed to join him in his hiking. She had always been such a 'proper' lady. Always dressed to the hilt, in charge of her emotions, always the lady. Hiking seemed foreign to her, in Bob's mind, but she had taken to it eagerly. It was the first of many things that indicated how little Bob really knew of his wife.

Over the year of it's existence the club had become a close knit group, the members having much in common. They pursued a number of activities together in addition to hiking, like dining, theater, partying. They had become, 'the gang'. All of them were quite bright, good looking and reasonably mature, between the ages of 28 and 38. They were all more or less successful professionals or 'yuppies' as Bob like to refer to them. They were all physical fitness 'nuts' into tight bodies. And all of them were modern day explorers who loved getting together to hike new trails, of various types, as it turned out.

This particular day in the mountains had been outstanding. The weather was perfect, and the trail challenging as they explored around a peak, north west of Boulder. It had been a great day. And it had been capped that evening by a delightful dinner at their favorite local french restaurant. The hiking, the food, the service, not to mention the conversation, had been enjoyable.

The gang did it's share of flirting, double entendre and probably a lot more. Carol enjoyed the banter and was good at it, but until tonight, she had always considered it totally innocent. Tonight Joe Daniels had sat on Carol's left and Tom Parsons on her right. Her husband sat directly across the table. Dr. Joe Daniels was an incurable flirt, the worst in the gang, and was constantly coming on to Carol, in a very low key way. Carol admitted to herself she enjoyed the attention. She frequently wondered how far Joe would go if she let him and what Joe would be like in bed. In fact she often wondered what most of the men she associated with, would be like in bed. But that was as far as it had gone.

After dinner as they chatted over cognac, Carol noticed the drinks seemed to have effected Joe more than usual tonight. He was a little louder and a bit more risque in his stories. But even with that, it took Carol by total surprise when she felt Joe's hand fall lightly on her bare leg under the table. At first she wasn't sure what to do. One of her first thoughts was that she was glad it was dimly lit in the restaurant as she looked around to see if anyone else noticed what was going on.

Tom Parson, young corporate executive, was engaged in a animated conversation with Vickie Baden, a psychotherapist who specialized in aberrant behavior. Looking at Bob across from her he seemed unaware of where Joe's hand was. After a few seconds she placed her hand on top of Joe's and as casually as she could, moved it away. Joe had looked at her and winked and continued his conservation with Bob. Carol had just passed it off as a bit of over-playfulness on Joe's part. That is until a few minutes later she felt his hand back on her leg again, this time a bit higher and more on her inner thigh.

She almost spilled her wine and Bob asked if she were alright. Carol, not wishing to cause a scene, assured him she was fine as she felt Joe's hand slide higher and squeeze her bare upper thigh. She remained calm, at least outwardly, as she waited for the right moment to move Joe's wandering hand once more, hopefully so no one would notice. She had to admit it was exciting. Then Joe slid his hand even higher, taking advantage of her hesitancy to act. His hand was stopped only by Carol's firm thighs pressing together.

Carol to this day, isn't sure what made her do it, but she looked over at Joe and when their eyes met she relaxed her legs and allowed them to part. Immediately she felt Joe's hand slide higher beneath her short skirt, to brush against her panty-covered crotch. As he touched her she jumped slightly. Joe lightly rubbed his finger up and down her outer labia through her panties. Carol froze, sort of, and did nothing for several minutes allowing Joe to carress her so intimately. Then as she realized how wet she was becoming she caught his hand in hers. She held it motionless against her pubic mound for a brief moment, more excited than she even cared to admit that Joe was playing with her there, and in public. The fact that it was public and with their friends around them excited Carol terribly.

After another moment she again gently moved his wandering hand away.

The party broke up soon and nothing else occurred until the group was outside saying goodnight amidst the obligatory hugs. When Joe and Carol faced each other, he smiled and pulled her into his arms. She was still turned on. She felt his hands drop to her trim ass. Looking up at Joe and she smiled and said softly, "Behave yourself, Doctor Daniels."

And she hugged him, longer that normal, tightly as she felt his large hands squeeze her cute ass.

At home, Bob and Carol prepared for bed after their full day. Now as Carol thought about Joe's behavior, she realized she was terribly horny. As she walked back and forth, to and from the master bathroom, she wore less and less each time, giving Bob a progressive show with her own intent in mind.

Needless to say, Bob enjoyed the gradual strip tease of his wife's lush body.

The physical activities they both enjoyed seemed to keep them in outstanding shape. Carol particularly was in truly spectacular shape. Her full firm breasts were not the silicon 'Playmate' style but large, none-the-less delightful, and quite eye catching. Her waist was small, flaring out into nicely rounded hips and a full tight little ass that caused heads to turn. She was beautiful and none of it was wasted on Bob, or for that matter, most of the men who knew her.

Bob, too, was well built, strikingly handsome in a boyish sort of way, and a lot of fun. A psychotherapist by trade and a very gentle, caring, and shy man, always eager to please.

As he enjoyed leering at his wife, in his mind he found himself hoping, once again, that she might take the lead in their sexual activities tonight. He longed for her to become the real aggressor, even if just once. If she would only roll over and just once demand that he 'service' her, in the crudest of terms, he felt like he could die happy. He began to have an erection as he thought of his beautiful wife standing over him in one of her thin silk teddies, demanding he perform sex act after lewd sex act on her... and he sighed loudly as his fantasy unwound in his mind. Then he thought, 'Damn... I counsel tons of people on their sex life, why can't I ask Carol for what I want?'