Chapter 9: Nature Hike

It had been a busy evening for the couple. On returning to their suite, Steve had unzipped her dress, causing it to slip to the carpet. That left Brenda wearing nothing but her jewelry and her high-heeled sandals - and her buttplug! They moved to the bed, where Brenda quickly ended up on top of her husband in a sixty-nine position. She would have immediately sucked him off, but Steve tended to diddle the buttplug, which had a distinct tendency to drive her crazy and take her attention away from the cock she was trying to suck.

After swallowing her husband’s cum, Brenda had crawled down Steve’s body, trailing a snail-trail of girlcum down his chest and abdomen. She had inserted his renewed erection into her pussy, riding him reverse cowgirl, and Steve had renewed his stimulation of the buttplug up her ass. Brenda’s moans became loud and insistent, and her pussy began clamping around Steve’s cock with incredible need. She began riding him fast and hard, and her cunt sucked a second orgasm from him.

Exhausted, Brenda twisted around and collapsed on her husband’s chest, but he whispered in her ear, “You’re not done yet.”

“No?”

“You’re the one who gave me a rubdown with Tropic Desire. I need to work it off.” Steve reached down and fondled her ass, slipping a finger between her asscheeks and moving the buttplug in a circular fashion. “You know what I mean.”

“Ummm ... Steve, you have already worn me out! I’m not sure I can ... perform!”

“I’m pretty sure I can wake you up.” Steve diddled the toy in her ass and Brenda moaned. “Any particular position you want me to use you in?” He ran a finger across her nipples. “Doggy? Missionary? Cowgirl? Hmmm?” He pinched a nipple, which woke her up even more, and Brenda began whimpering. “Maybe I should just throw you down on the bed and take you, and not even ask!”

“Steve...”

Laughing, Steve tossed a pillow into the middle of the bed and sat up. He grabbed his wife by the arms and tossed her face down onto the pillow. Moving behind her, he positioned her so her pussy was centered on the pillow, then he grabbed the tube of Tropic Desire on the nightstand. He squirted some on his hand and coated his cock with it, enjoying the sensation and bringing his erection to full strength. Then he moved between her legs and pulled the buttplug out, He tossed it aside and moved closer. His cock slid easily inside her ass, and as his wife moaned, Steve pushed deep into her ass. “God, you are such a slut!” Steve began pounding his cock into Brenda’s ass. “Asswhore!” He had already cum twice, so he managed to get in a good, long assfuck before blowing his load. Afterwards, they collapsed, hugging and kissing, and falling asleep.

Saturday morning, Steve Oliver woke to the pleasant sensation of his wife washing his cock with a soapy washcloth. “Ummmm ... that’s very nice. You can keep doing that for a few more hours,” he told her.

Brenda smiled. She was sitting on the bed, Indian fashion, naked. Both her hands were gently running the washcloth around his shaved cock and balls. “I don’t think that’s what’s going to be happening, Steve. The plan is that as soon as your cock is stiff enough, I’m climbing on top, and we are going to fuck until you cum a few times.”

Steve laughed. “Define a few.”

“More than one. Many, many more than one!” Brenda laughed and continued rubbing her husband’s cock until she found it hard enough for her purpose, then she swung a leg over his hips and settled down on top of him, his cock slipping up into her pussy. “Now, suck my nipples and give me a few good cums!” she ordered.

Steve laughed even more but then leaned his head forward and began licking and sucking her nipples. He reached around and put his hands on her ass, to guide her as she rode him and give her ass a very pleasant tingle. Brenda began whimpering as her body began overloading from the sensations she was enjoying. “Tell me when it starts feeling good,” he whispered.

“It’s been feeling good since I got on top,” his wife replied.

Steve pushed a finger into Brenda’s ass and moved it around. “And now?”

“Oh, God, even better! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Brenda began pounding her pussy down on Steve’s cock; Steve began nibbling and suckling on her nipples. “More! More! MORE!” she demanded. Then she sat upright, shaking as her pussy went berserk and sucked the cum out of his spasming cock. “Jesus! Fuck me!” she gasped.

Steve waited until his balls finished pumping his seed up into his wife and then rolled her off him. He crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. “Time to wake up, Brenda.” He looked back at her and found her pulling the covers around herself. He shook his head and smiled. So much for using him until he couldn’t be used any longer.

Steve took a quick shower and then shaved. When he left the bathroom, he smiled when he saw that Brenda was fast asleep. He pulled on a pair of shorts commando fashion and then pulled on a sport shirt. He must have made some noise, because as he slipped on some deck shoes, Brenda was stirring. “Wake up, baby. Time to clean up and get dressed.”

Brenda grumbled but rolled out of bed. “What did you think about what Bill and Cindy asked. We never did make a decision last night,” she asked.

Steve looked at his wife, then he shrugged. “I’m okay with the idea, as long as we aren’t doing any swapping. I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”

Brenda grinned at him. “Just when do you think you’re going to be ready? Were you planning to do a quick swap someday, or did you plan to auction me off for charity?”

“Give me a fucking break. Can we just take this in small steps?”

Brenda laughed and took her phone off the dresser. She tapped out a quick text, simply ’ok on soft swing’ Then she finished dressing.

A response dinged back. ’gr8 when where’

’2nite dinner drinks first’

’7’

Brenda looked at her husband. “We’re all set. She wanted to know when we wanted to do it, so I said we’d have dinner and drinks tonight. We can figure out anything more specific then.”

“Tonight? That’s fine. I got the impression they’d be happy to do it anytime at all.”

“Probably. Then again, I thought we were going hiking today,” said Brenda.

“That’s the plan. Your plan, I might add.”

Brenda stretched and scratched as she headed into the bathroom. “A nature walk? Isn’t that code for fucking outside some more?”

“The weather looks perfect, Bren.”

Brenda mumbled something but then went into the bathroom. Steve made himself some coffee from the Keurig in the living room and took it outside to drink on the balcony. That was where his wife found him half an hour later.

“You ready?” she asked.

Steve looked at her. Brenda was wearing a skirt a few inches short of her knees, a sleeveless blouse that buttoned down the front and tied at her waist, and white footie socks and running shoes. She also had a fanny pack in place. “I’m ready. You?”

“After breakfast we can go down and look for the hiking trails.”

Steve nodded and stood up. He carried his coffee cup inside and set it on the dresser. “The way I read it we go down to what they call the Thoroughfare. It’s the center of the outdoor stuff down by the lake.” He took Brenda’s hand and grabbed his keycard, and they went out of the room.

Breakfast was bacon and eggs, though done very nicely and with several more cups of strong coffee. By half past nine, they were finished. Steve signed the check, and they headed to the lobby. The girl at the counter pointed them towards the Thoroughfare and they went out a side door and took the walkway down towards the lake. Once there, they found a sign pointing towards ‘Hiking’ and went into the small building.

“Hi, folks! Ready for a hike?”

Steve looked at the young man who was behind the counter. He looked like he was college age. “That’s the plan,” he answered.

“Well, we have a number of different trails.” He motioned the Olivers closer and tapped a trail map on the counter under a sheet of plexiglass. “The green trails are the simplest. They’re just a few miles long, without a lot of hills or rough terrain. The red trails are the hardest. They are a lot longer and climb the mountain. Great views, but maybe not for everybody. The yellow trails are in between.”

“Then we’re interested in the green trails,” said Brenda.

The attendant smiled at that and laughed with them. It was obvious to him that the guests simply wanted to take a short hike, find a place to sit down, and then fuck their brains out. Still, he got paid partially on commission. “Green trails are great. Lots of fun and they don’t take too long. Would you be interested in mountain bikes?” The customers weren’t dressed for anything tough, but it paid to ask.

“Not really,” admitted Steve.

“I would suggest one of our wilderness packs.” He pointed at some backpacks behind the counter. “They’re not really for the wilderness, but you’ll probably still want one. They are backpacks, and they come with a blanket for a picnic, some wine, some water bottles, and a small tin of snacks. If you get out a bit and want to sit down and take a break, it’s everything you will need.”

Brenda and Steve looked at each other in surprise. Neither had considered that. “Uh, okay,” said Brenda.

“Red or white?” The Olivers looked confused, so the attendant added, “The wine.”

“Oh! White,” said Steve. Brenda nodded at her husband.

The attendant simply nodded and grabbed a backpack off the shelf. He quickly had them rung up and showed them how to take the blanket off the backpack from where it was rolled up and tied down. Then he handed them a map of the hiking trails and pointed them towards the path, with a comment to “Just follow the green arrows. Oh, and if you decide to stop and take a rest in any of the designated sightseeing spots, you’ll find there’s a post out front. In the pack is a small plastic marker. If you want to be private, put the red side facing out. If you want company, put the green side out.”

“Thanks,” said Steve. He glanced at his wife, who simply shrugged and smiled. They already knew about the red and green cards.

The Olivers left the building and went down towards the trail head, where several different trails started. They consulted their map and headed towards one of the green trails and were soon walking up a mild incline towards a small hill. They held hands as they walked, and after half a mile found a small post with a red plastic sign on a holder. The post was placed near what looked like an entrance to a private glade, with a mowed lawn visible. Steve and Brenda looked at each other curiously, and then Steve put a finger to his lips and the pair crept towards the entrance. They heard loud moaning and then crept away. Back on the dirt path, they resumed their hike.

“Think that happens a lot?” asked Brenda.

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. I think it depends on whether you are on one of those red trails. Maybe if you want to hike to the top of the mountain and celebrate up there. I’m not sure I’m that adventurous.”

“Are you going to want to post one of the red or green signs?”

“I don’t know. Definitely not a red. I don’t mind if anybody sees us.”

“It kind of turns me on,” admitted Brenda.

Steve nodded. “Maybe a green, or maybe neither. If somebody walks in on us, I won’t chase them away.”

“How long before we find another one of these sightseeing locations?”

“I wonder if we will actually see any sights.”

“As long as I see a big, hard cock, I won’t care,” replied Brenda, reaching over and rubbing the front of his shorts.

They kept walking, with Brenda making lewd comments about what might or might not be happening in the little cul-de-sacs off the trail they had taken. Finally, at just a few minutes before noon, she pointed to a glade that didn’t have any red or green signs, and they walked in through the opening. Steve looked around and led the way to the side. They had privacy unless somebody walked in and looked around. He pulled the backpack off and handed it to Brenda. “Here, hold this and I’ll set down the blanket.”

Benda took the backpack and held it while Steve pulled the rolled blanket out of the elastic laces. He unrolled it, giving it a few shakes to spread out, and then dropped it to the ground. The enclosure was grassy but had been mowed recently. Then Steve sat down, and Brenda handed him the pack before sitting down next to him. “So, what’s in there?” she asked.

“Let’s find out.” Steve kicked off his shoes and then looked the pack over. It was a day pack, with a single zipper that ran up one side, across the top and then down the other. He unzipped the pack and began pulling stuff out.

The first thing out was a bottle of white wine, which Brenda took from him. She had stripped off her own footies and shoes and was sitting on the blanket facing him. She looked the bottle over and said, “Let’s hope it was a good month. At least it has a screw top.”

Steve chuckled at that and sorted through the rest of the pack. There were a couple of small bottles of water, a pair of plastic glasses, some napkins, and a tin with crackers and precut slices of cheese and pepperoni. “All the comforts of home,” he commented. “At least the plastic glasses are simple. Remember that picnic basket we once did in the Poconos, where they sent us out with stemware, and we kept spilling the wine?”

“That was pretty silly, and besides, that was in a public area. No private spots for ... uh, intimacy.”

Steve grinned. “Speaking of which...”

Brenda grinned back. “Is that a hint? You pour the wine while I get ready.” She passed him the wine and pushed the glasses to him. Then, as he smiled and twisted open the cap on the bottle, Brenda undid her top and peeled it off. Next, she knelt and undid the catch on her skirt and skinned it off, leaving her naked. She lay back on the blanket and spread her legs. “Is this what you had in mind for intimacy?”

“I love the look, Bren.”