Chapter 1

Ken

Ken Kaminski loved to hike, and not just because he was an outdoor kind of guy. Yes, he liked finding new trails, experiencing nature and enjoying the outdoors. All true. But mostly, he liked watching his wife, Summer, walk or climb in front of him.

Her sweet heart-shaped ass was grinding in those tiny shorts as she single-mindedly trudging ahead of him. Her long tanned legs were striding through the woods as the couple went looking for the hidden waterfall they were hunting.

Summer suddenly stopped at a big fir tree, turned and looked for him. She smiled and his heart leapt. It was the same hitherto smile she’d given him in that bar five years ago, the coquettish one that started it all.

Back then, he thought she was dangerous. Girls built like that were designed to break your heart. When you marry this far over your head, you constantly see disaster on the horizon. He was surprised over and over again that it never came. Instead, she filled his life with joy. It was a first class love story.

Ken took in Summer’s profile. She was nothing short of spectacular, a dream girl.

Tall, lean, blonde, busty ... perfect. Everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. She was also grounded, funny and sexy. More perfect.

In contrast, Ken was shorter and what is sometimes called wirey. While good looking, he never quite matched the brilliance of his young wife.

She ducked around the tree and was moving again. Out in front, as she often was. A leader rather than a follower. She was in charge, confident.

“Hey baby!” she shouted back at him. “Ready for an epic adventure?”

Ken was still trying to shake the shit he’d seen back at the parking lot. As they were getting ready to head up the hill, two old guys watched them lecherously, staring and mumbling to themselves. To be precise, it wasn’t Ken they were drooling over.

“Those guys back there freaked me out a little bit. I didn’t like the way they looked at you.”

Summer rolled her ever-present honey blonde ponytail over her shoulder with a playful grin.

“Oh, don’t you worry about those old beer belly losers! They’re just jealous they can’t handle a woman who lives life on the edge like me,” she said, flexing her toned and tanned arm, the muscles defined in the sunlight.

“Let’s show them what real adventurers look like, huh?” she said. Ken looked at her with admiration as she let him catch up. Nothing ever seemed to get to her, to bring her down.

“Ok. We can surely outrun them if we need to. I really want to see this waterfall.”

Summer’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she grabbed Ken’s hand, her fingers interlacing with his. “That’s the spirit! Nothing like a little adventure to get the blood pumping!”

She started leading the way again, her athletic body moving with effortless grace over the rocky terrain. Her many years as a personal trainer were showing compared to her husband’s sedentary life as an accountant.

“The waterfall is supposed to be amazing - crystal clear pool, misty spray, perfect for a dip after we climb!”

Ken just couldn’t let the weird guys go so easily. “Those guys ... they didn’t creep you out? But I guess men like that look at you all the time at the fitness center.” Summer stopped abruptly and turned to face Ken, her ponytail swishing with the movement.

“Hey now, don’t let those jerks ruin our day!” She placed her hands on her hips, her sports bra straining tightly against her full chest “Honestly? I get looked at all the time, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m your wife, that’s what matters!”

“But don’t you think about it when guys check you out? Most women I know either hate it or love it.”

“Oh god, you’d think so, right? But honestly...,” she sighed. “It kind of all depends on how they look at me?”

“How they look?” Ken asked, confused.

Summer bites her lower lip thoughtfully, her ponytail bouncing as she considers the question. “It’s like ... when a guy looks at me with respect, admiration? That’s hot. Makes me feel powerful, you know? But when they’re just ... staring like animals? Like I’m a piece of meat?” She shivers theatrically, then laughs it off. “That can be even hotter!”

She took off down the wooded trail again giggling as she went, leaving her husband alone and confused.

“Wow,” he shouted, finally following her. “So, you like it when guys look at you like that?” Summer’s cheeks flushed a bright pink as she looked back to meet Ken’s gaze, a playful smirk spreading across her face.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I like it all the time ... but there’s something thrilling about being noticed, you know? Especially as one gets older.” She ran a hand through her hair, her fingers tangling in the blonde strands.

“You’re only 28 for crying out loud. What do you mean older?”

“Girls can have fragile egos, too.”

Like a dog with a bone, he pressed on, “So, you even like creepy guys like that looking at you?”

Summer’s eyes narrowed playfully as she stepped closer to him, her toned body pressing lightly against his. “Creepy guys? What do PR people say, ‘all publicity is good publicity.’ Honey, there’s no such thing as bad attention, just ... interesting experiences that follow!”

She grinned, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Besides, a little danger gets my blood pumping in ways you wouldn’t believe. You know what else gets me going?”

“No. What?”

Summer’s breath hitched as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Ken’s ear “The way your eyes follow me when I’m climbing ... how you watch the muscles in my back, my shoulders, my ass ... it’s like you’re undressing me with your gaze, and I love it.”

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her pupils dilated with desire “And if someone else does it, too, so what?”

“So, those two ... disgusting dudes ... you liked that?”

Summer’s laugh sounded like music in the mountain air as she shook her head, ponytail dancing with the motion. “Oh honey, those two were practically drooling! But it’s not about them. It’s about the thrill of being desired!”

She steps back and stretches her arms above her head, the muscles in her toned stomach and back rippling as her sports bra rides up slightly.

“You like that those two gross dudes desire you. Do you ever think about ... I mean fantasize about...” Summer’s eyes glint with mischief as she leaned against a large boulder, crossing her toned legs at the ankles.

“Fantasize? Honey, I’m an adventurer - I’ve thought about all kinds of wild things!”

She ran a finger down her collarbone, watching Ken’s reaction intently as she responded with a strange side-eyed look. “The way those guys were looking at me ... it made me imagine what they’d like to do if we were alone somewhere more ... private.”

Ken thought he was going to swallow his tongue. “What? So you think about creepy guys taking advantage of you?”

Summer’s playful expression faltered for a moment as she considers Ken’s question “Taking advantage? That’s not quite the right way to put it,” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s more about imagining what might happen if I let my wild side take over completely. What would happen if I stopped being such a good girl, a good wife, even just for a moment? Does that bother you?”

“No. I guess what goes on in your head is your business. I guess women have sexual fantasies, just like men do.”

Summer’s lips curl into a knowing smile as she studies her husband’s face, her blonde ponytail swishing with the movement. “Oh baby, you’re more open-minded than I thought!”

She stepped forward, her toned body pressing flush against his, her hands resting on his chest. “I’ve always had this fantasy ... about being watched. Not just by strangers, but by someone who understands ... someone who appreciates a woman who lives on the edge.”

Ken didn’t know if he should bring something up. They’d had a quarrel early in their relationship when she caught him watching porn. She wanted her to be enough for him. But, he had to ask.

“You know I watch porn, or at least I did, before we were together. So, I guess I’m a bit of a voyeur.”

Instead of anger, Summer’s eyes widen with a mischievous glint, her ponytail swinging as she steps even closer to Ken, her breath warm against his neck.

“Oh really?” she said sarcastically. “You? A voyeur? That explains why you always watch me so intently when I’m climbing...”

Her fingers slid down his chest, stopping just above his belt.

“You know, I’ve always had a thing for guys who like to watch ... especially when they’re watching me. Wait! Have you thought about watching me ... you know ... with another guy?”

Ken stood looking abashed for a few seconds, a deer in headlights. Summer’s eyes narrowed playfully, her ponytail swishing as she caught Ken’s facial slip.

“Ken? Oh my God, you have!!! You’ve imagined me in one of your pornos?” She laughed, a husky sound that makes the mountain air feel electric.

“You think it’s funny?” he asked, both chagrined and relieved.

Summer’s playful expression softened as she studied Ken’s face, her ponytail still for a moment before she reached out to cup his cheek.

“Oh honey, I think it’s funny that I like to be watched and you have thought about watching me — do everything. Mostly, I think it’s incredibly hot!”

Her thumb stroked his skin as she leaned in closer and kissed his cheek. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper against his face.

“The thought of you watching me with someone else ... maybe even those dirty old guys ... don’t look now, but your dick is hard.” She laughed out loud at her own joke.

“Jesus, baby. Stop talking like that or I won’t ever make it to the waterfall.”

Summer’s fingers dance along the waistband of her shorts, a teasing glint in her eyes as she eyes the growing bulge in Ken’s pants

“Oh, is that so?” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, her ponytail brushing against his shoulder. “I thought you liked when I talked dirty... “ Her voice dropped again to that husky whisper.

“I do, Summer. You know I do.”

Summer’s fingers fan over Ken’s abdomen, stopping just above the prominent bulge in his pants. “Mmm, I know you do ... that’s why I can’t help myself when I see how you react to me.”

She bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening with desire. Let’s make a deal - we’ll finish this hike, find that waterfall, and then... “ Her hand brushed against his hardness through the fabric. “ ... look for a secluded spot for ... for another kind of climb...”

“All right! Now, you’re talking,” Ken smiled as they began to walk again. Summer’s laugh rang again across the mountaintops as she grabbed Ken’s hand, her fingers interlacing with his.

“That’s the spirit! Nothing gets my blood pumping like a little adventure!”

When the trail narrowed, Summer started leading the way yet again, her toned body moving with effortless grace over the rocky terrain, the muscles in her legs working powerfully with each step.

Ken did love watching his wife move, walking, running, climbing, fucking. On their honeymoon, he took her to Vegas and got the bridal suite with the mirror on the ceiling just to watch himself fuck her.

“Remember Vegas?”

Summer stopped abruptly, and he almost ran into her. That ponytail swished again as she turned to face him, a knowing smile spreading across her lips.

“Vegas? Oh baby, how could I forget that mirror?”

She stepped closer, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “You loved watching every move I made, especially when I was on top, riding you. You looked right past the real me, watching the reflected me in the ceiling mirror,” she said in her husky whisper

“You knew what I was doing?”

Summer’s eyes glinted with playful recognition as she leaned in closer, her forehead brushing against Ken’s shoulder.

“Of course I knew! Every time our eyes met in that mirror, I could see the hunger in yours.” She bit her lower lip, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt.

“You loved watching me, didn’t you? The way my body moved, the way my breasts bounced with every thrust. That was some sexy shit!”

“Baby, stop! I can’t walk with a boner.”

Summer laughed again, and it echoed across the mountainside. Her toned body pressing lightly against his, her hands resting on his chest.

“Oh, I do love that I have this effect on you!” Her fingers danced along his waistband this time, a teasing glint in her eyes. “But I suppose we should focus on reaching that waterfall first.”

As they walked on, Ken tried to focus on the scenery, but his traitorous mind kept coming back to the two guys at the car park. And also the way his coworkers looked at Summer at last week’s party in her strapless cocktail dress. And the way her boss always fawned over her. And ... Fuck!

Summer’s fingers tighten on Ken’s arm as she followed his gaze toward the parking area which they could now see distantly through an opening in the trees.

“Honey, don’t let those guys get in your head! You know what turns me on more than anything? Knowing that you’re the one I come home to, the one who really knows how to make me scream your name.”

Something pinged in his head at that remark. Those instances that he’d once bragged about had come less frequently of late. And really only when...

“You only do that now when I eat you.”

Summer’s cheeks flushed a deep pink as she met Ken’s gaze, a playful smirk spreading across her face.

“Oh really?” She stepped closer, her toned body pressing flush against his, her hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. “You know, the way you eat me ... is soooooo goooodd.”

“Baaaabbbyyyy!!! “ Ken whined.

Summer’s eyes widen with amusement as she heard Ken’s tone. “Poor, baby boy. Don’t whine like a little bitch. It’s not sexy,” she admonished. “I remember how you used to whine and beg me for more when I was on top of you in Vegas. How did that go?”

“Not too well. You haven’t sucked my cock since, no matter how hard I beg you. Why bother?” He looked away down the mountain like a man defeated.

Summer’s eyes darken with a sultry glint as she steps even closer, her ponytail brushing against his shoulder.

“Are you complaining? You get plenty of pussy, buddy! Anyway, you know I have my reasons.”

Her fingers trail down his chest, stopping just above the prominent bulge in his pants. She said she always hated the feeling of being subservient to a man. Getting on your knees for anyone was demeaning and humiliating. Plus, cum tasted awful, she’d said.