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Desc: Sex Story: David and Rachel go camping with their best friends, and discover a whole new meaning to "outdoor pleasures"

How do I explain? What is an affair, and what isn't? All I can do is start from the beginning and let you decide.

My wife Rachel and I lived next door to our very best friends and neighbors for several years. In all that time we'd never even discussed, nor approached the possibility of doing anything outside our marriage, let alone with anyone we knew. As friends, we were certainly comfortable discussing and talking about anything and everything of course. Including sex. But that was always as far as it went. And besides, we were after all, 'best friends'. And you didn't fool around with a buddy's wife. Nor did he (usually) fool around with yours either.

Brad and Cindy were certainly no prudes. We had on some few occasions gone on camping trips with them, "tent camps" as we called them, and had listened to the two of them making love inside their tent next to ours. Obviously, it wasn't all that difficult to hear pretty much everything that was going on. Which of course always got Rachel and I feeling rather randy ourselves, and of course we'd end up getting it on, knowing full well that they could hear us too!

And so it was, on and on over the course of a few years time with titillating discussions from time to time, the occasional 'boff in the woods', but nothing more than that.

One of the few hobbies that Brad and I shared, and enjoyed doing with one another periodically, was exchanging X-rated movies whenever one or the other of us got a new one. We didn't sit down and watch them together as couples or anything. Neither one of the wives was really up for that, which was something else we both felt was a shame. But at least our wives usually did enjoy watching them with us from time to time.

Brad had just gotten several in the mail and had informed me as such. I gave him several blank tapes so he could make copies for me, and waited anxiously for a weekend of perverted pleasure on tape. As there were some things my wife didn't enjoy watching, I always did a quick preview of whatever Brad recorded for me so I could skip over those parts whenever Rachel and I were watching them together.

Just before leaving the house one Saturday as Brad had some work to do at the office, he dropped by handing me several tapes to watch later on that afternoon.

Rachel and Cindy had made plans to go out shopping together, so I knew that I would have several hours of uninterrupted viewing pleasure ahead of me. I was already sporting a hard-on just thinking about it when Cindy dropped by to pick up Rachel. Admittedly, Cindy was attractive. And I'd harbored those secret naughty fantasies about seeing her and Rachel together. Again, something that was never going to happen of course, but it was fun to think about.

Two attractive women, my wife a shorthaired brown-eyed brunette, and Cindy a typical blue-eyed blonde, licking one another's cunts. Oh yeah... definitely a nice fantasy. Already horny anyway as I looked forward to watching a few movies, I answered the doorbell when it rang, knowing full well whom it was. What I wasn't as prepared for however was seeing Cindy standing there in a tight-fitting halter top that outlined her full rounded breasts perfectly.

"Hey David, is Rachel ready yet?" she asked stepping into the house.

Just because I'm not the type to fool around, doesn't mean I don't get a lusty thrill out of semi-innocent opportunities either. Stepping back just enough to let her in, Cindy still brushed against me as she stepped in through the door. Though I admittedly made it nearly impossible for her not to have done so in the first place, feeling her breast brush against me as she entered. She cast one of those knowing looks at me without saying the obvious. Which was just as well. It was another one of those rare games we all played from time to time. Keeping things innocent enough to keep all of us out of any real trouble, but just naughty enough to make it fun.

"Should be down any time now," I told her following her into the room. "Would you care for something to drink while you're waiting?"

"Nah, we'll stop and get something a bit later during our shopping," Cindy informed me. "By the way, what's on your agenda for this afternoon?"

I knew full well that she knew her husband had just given me several X-rated tapes. Still in a randy frame of mind, I didn't mind telling her the truth of what my personal plans were.

"Thought I'd go sit in the den, watch those new movies your husband just got, and get nice and horny," I admitted

Cindy laughed, and I even think I saw her face blush with the knowledge of that. "I'm sure you'll do a lot more than simply get horny."

I grinned back at her. It was enough, as she blushed even more.


"I'm surprised," she began. "I wouldn't think with you and Rachel getting it on all the time that you'd still enjoy masturbating?"

Admittedly, she took me by surprise with that comment. But as I think she was now feeling a little frisky herself, I decided to play along and keep the conversation going as long as I was able to.

"I'm surprised Rachel hasn't already told you. But I still masturbate nearly every single day. And I wouldn't be surprised if Brad does too. Just because I do, doesn't mean I'm not ready, willing, and able to make love with my wife any time she's in the mood."

Turn about was fair play perhaps. As I caught another one of those looks, though this one was a bit more curious. Though I was somewhat disappointed when Cindy didn't follow that learned bit of knowledge up with another naughty little question or two. And maybe she would have, but just then Rachel came downstairs from the bedroom, purse in hand and obviously anxious to go.

"Be back in a few hours," Rachel said leaning over to give me an affectionate kiss. I of course took the opportunity to grab a handful of my wife's breast when she did, knowing once again that Cindy had watched me do it. Which had been my intent in the first place.

"I bet I know what you're going to be doing this afternoon," Rachel said pulling away from me, thus forcing me to release her. "I hope you don't spend the entire afternoon watching movies. There's still that light fixture in the bedroom I'd like you to put in."

"Yes dear," I said playfully. But when Rachel shot me one of her patented looks, it wasn't quite the same as the two I had previously gotten from Cindy. Almost conspiratorially, I watched through the front room window as the girls walked arm in arm out to the car, whispering to one another nearly the entire way.

I wished momentarily that I'd somehow been able to bug my wife's bra or something so that I could hear what they were talking about. I half-guessed it had something to do with my favorite past time, which I was dying to know if Cindy was actually confirming with Rachel or not. Either way, it was another one of those nice naughty, semi-innocent fantasies to stand there thinking about. Which of course also reminded me that I still had a hard-on, as well as several movies to preview before they got back. That, and a light fixture to install in our bedroom.

Grabbing the first unmarked tape out of the sack Brad had given me, I inserted it into the VCR, sat back unzipping my jeans, removing them, and prepared for at least an hours worth of self-pleasuring. The first thing I noticed was that the quality of the tape was far from perfect. Especially the lighting, and figured that Brad had ordered several of those amateur home videos we both enjoyed watching from time to time, and that I actually preferred viewing.

The second thing I noticed however was that the inside of this bedroom looked familiar. And as Cindy stepped into view, I suddenly knew why.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. As Cindy walked into the bedroom wearing one of her sexy negligees, I realized that the person holding the video camera was obviously Brad. The fact that he'd zoomed in on his own dick a moment later caught me as funny. But I also knew in that instant that my having this tape was an obvious mistake. Somehow he'd gotten one of their private videos mixed in with the ones he'd recorded for me. I wrestled briefly with that sudden knowledge wondering if I should eject the tape and somehow return it to him, with the assurances of course that I hadn't watched it. And then I thought the likelihood of his believing me as nil. Which is what I would think had our situations been reversed. Under those circumstances, I would eventually return the tape to him without saying a word, and let him wonder if I had, or hadn't seen it. Having come to that decision, I now settled back to enjoy a rather unexpected treat, enjoying my afternoon, even if I didn't get that damn light fixture installed.

Watching as Brad focused the camera in and out on Cindy would have been almost laughable had we been watching it together. But under the circumstances, his amateuristic attempt at photography was easily overlooked. Finally positioning the camera on a steady surface, pointed towards the bed, I now watched as the two of them began engaging in much more intimate acts. I still had reservations about watching. But with dick in hand, it was two votes to one in favor of watching as opposed to "ejaculating" the tape from the VCR as I jokingly told myself. I continued to stroke, getting off on the very nasty, erotic little voyeuristic movie I was so enjoying.

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