Disclaimer: This story is not from my own experience, and is not told from my perspective! Enjoy! :)
Me – Jake: 38
My Wife – Kaitlyn: 34
Friend 1 The Husband – James: 39
Friend 2 The Wife – Amy: 37
“He did WHAT???”, I overheard Kaitlyn (my wife) exclaim loudly from the kitchen before forcing her voice to a lower volume, no doubt trying to refrain from drawing my attention. Too late, I knew she was talking to her best friend Amy, and she was using her familiar “this is really exciting and I need to hear more, but I’ll try and pretend I’m not as excited as I actually am” voice. It was a voice I had come to know well over the long years of their friendship, and it never failed to signal my attention like a dog whistle tuned only for my ears.
My wife was no prude, but when she spoke with Amy about anything remotely sex-related, she exhibited a kind of excited and desperately inquisitive quality one might expect to find in a gadget-obsessed kid meeting Tony Stark for the first time. Amy’s influence on my wife was one I actively sought to encourage as often as possible, and the things they would talk about had me frequently concealing more than just the fantasies they would spark in my happily married, but man-whorish brain. The two of them seemed to regress to their younger, adventurous, and more sex-obsessed years when they were around each other, and it was like audible candy for me to listen in on.
“I thought he wasn’t really into that!”, Kaitlyn whispered loudly, possibly sensing my close proximity and trying to avoid finishing her conversation with me in her presence. She never seemed to care all that much if I listened in, and had openly discussed these kinds of things with Amy in the past, but it was definitely easier for her to let loose when she felt she had some privacy. I moved toward the kitchen as quietly as I could, not wanting to affect her conversation in any way – maybe I’d learn something juicy…
“Seriously? Did it hurt? I can’t believe it made such a big difference, you’ll have to show me before and after shots!”, she laughed. “I think Jake likes my asshole just the way it is, but I can’t say I’m not curious to see his reaction if I did it too.” *Woah… Juicy, indeed! Did Amy laser bleach her asshole or something?* My mind was quickly filling in the blanks of their discussion, and I suddenly found myself imagining the two of them bent over in front of me; their tight, pink, freshly waxed and bleached buttholes spread open for me – ready to be used in whatever way I saw fit. I was pitching a tent now, and apparently the universe noticed, and decided to send me a sign.
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have to twist his arm to go camping and get drunk, I’ll ask him and get back to you.”, Kaitlyn said, using her normal voice now. *Shit, better adjust the bulge before she calls me in*. “Jake!”, she called out, clearly not realizing I was just outside the room trying to tuck my semi-hard dick into the leg of my boxer briefs. I took a few quiet steps back so it would sound like I had just been approaching the kitchen and said, “Comin, babe! What’s up?”.
As I stepped into the kitchen, she gave me a knowing look as if she suspected I had been up to something. *Fuck, oh well, wouldn’t be the first time*, I thought. To my surprise though, she quickly straightened up and said, “Amy and James are inviting us to go camping with them this weekend, what do you think? Sounds fun right?” *You bet Amy’s bleached asshole it sounds fun*, I thought, but I hid my excitement, put on my best casually surprised face, and responded, “Really? Yeah, I think we could make that work, it’s been a while since we’ve been camping – could go for some cornhole and drunken bonfire stories. Who else is going?”
“It would just be the four of us, and you better watch how much you drink this time”, she said with a half-sincere, half-joking expression. I laughed back, “Me!? I’m not the one who was walking around to the other campsites offering to show my tits for free drinks, babe…”.
“I know… But you know how I get when Amy and I drink together, and we were out of alcohol! I didn’t see you coming up with any solutions, so I took it into my own hands!”, she responded, knowing her justification wasn’t the least bit convincing to anyone who was there that night, including herself. I briefly remembered the moment fondly, as well as the wild sex we had before passing out that night – no doubt overheard by everyone within a fifty-foot radius of our tent.
“Whatever you say, whore”, I joked. We both knew damn well I was the one with a history of whoring it up, and I liked to mockingly project it onto her whenever her and Amy interacted, as there was no better time to explore what my wife was sexually capable of than when her best friend was around to make her feel more comfortable with manifesting it in some way. Amy was like an aphrodisiac for my wife in certain ways, and I would never miss an opportunity to capitalize on it. I was already imagining what this weekend could bring, and I felt a renewed pressure in my pants as I looked at Kaitlyn’s attempt to hide her smile with feigned anger.
“Don’t get any crazy ideas, we’re just gonna have some fun and relax.”, she said as if even she didn’t fully believe it. Fun and relaxation, I thought, imagining my wife and Amy blowing me together as I lay back in the sun with a drink in hand. That does sound fun and relaxing…
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“Shhhh! Don’t wake them up!”, I heard Kaitlyn say to Amy from my seat in the back of the van – Amy doing a poor job at hiding her giggles. I had spent all morning packing and loading up our shit and I decided to let Kaitlyn drive us the rest of the way once I found myself dozing off. *Might as well take a chance to rest up for tonight*, I thought. I’m terrible at sleeping in a car though, and I found myself drifting on the edge of sleep for at least the last thirty minutes or so, now listening intently to the conversation taking place at the front of the car.
“Oh please, James was up till 3am last night, he’ll be out cold for the rest of the drive.”, Amy said, clearly not caring if her laughter happened to wake me up, instead. It almost seemed like she wanted me to hear… “I only have a “before” pic if you don’t mind seeing James’ dick in it.”, she continued.
“Just shut up and show me!”, Kaitlyn tersely responded, doing a much better job than Amy was at keeping her voice low and the conversation semi-private. I figured Kaitlyn had seen James’ dick before at some point, as she made it clear that her and Amy had exchanged at least a few sexy pics in the past, but I made a note to remember this moment in case I needed to use it later. We hadn’t even begun drinking yet, and the girls were already up to their naughty shenanigans. *This was going very well so far*…
“Oh my God, okay, put it away!”, Kaitlyn chirped, allowing a cute, girlish giggle to escape her.
“Here’s the “after”.”, Amy said excitedly and proudly. Kaitlyn gasped quietly before saying, “Oh wow, it looks great! Is that really you? Fuck, I kind of want one now!”. My curiosity was so intense that I briefly considered attempting to sneak a peak at what was undoubtedly Amy showing my wife a picture of her newly bleached asshole, but I reigned in my excitement and continued my fake sleeping charade.
“Here’s one more.”, Amy said, as if she could barely contain the fit of laughter waiting for my wife’s response.
“OH MY GOD! Why would you show me that!?”, Kaitlyn suddenly blurted out at full volume, laughter and embarrassment lacing her words. Amy burst out laughing and I took my chance; sitting up quickly and looking as tired as I could manage while trying to locate the image my wife had just been shown. Damn, Amy’s phone was already tucked away.
“Okay, what’s so funny you had to wake me up?”, I asked with an exaggerated annoyance and sleepiness behind my voice.
“Here, I’ll show you!”, Amy said as she looked at my wife expectantly – slowly moving her phone in my direction.
“Oh my God, no!”, Kaitlyn practically growled as she began to blush – grabbing Amy’s phone in the process and throwing it on the passenger seat floor. The car swerved as she did so and I felt my stomach lurch. “Kate, do I need to drive?”, I said, suddenly regretting my decision to allow her to take us the rest of the way.
“No, I’m sorry, Amy is just being a slut. We’re almost there anyway.” Almost there? Had I actually fallen asleep and didn’t realize it? *Fuck!* I found myself wondering what other filthy conversations I might have missed as I slept. *At least we were almost there and the real fun could begin*, I thought. I glanced over at Amy as she pulled one of those tiny bottles of Fireball whiskey from her purse and quickly downed what remained of it.
“Amy, are you drunk?”, I asked with a laugh.
“Ha! Not even close, just getting things started with a little pre-game so I can have a reason to not help setup the tents. Plus, your wife is forcing me to show her naughty pictures and I needed some liquid courage.”
She didn’t seem drunk, but she was definitely getting loose already, and I was totally on board. I decided to play along with her and press Kaitlyn for some answers, so I turned to my wife and said, “Well, seeing as how you almost just killed us all, I think the least you could do is tell me if they were worth it.”
Kaitlyn smiled and giggled again before responding with, “Tell ya what, babe, you and James setup the tents by yourselves, then, if you beat me at cornhole, I’ll let her show you.” *Woah, wasn’t expecting that*, *was she getting excited or something*? I swear, whenever these two are around each other I never know what to expect. Beat her at cornhole? She knew that would be easy for me; she might as well just show me now and save herself the embarrassment…
“Hey!”, Amy shot back, “don’t I get a say in this? Okay fine, but if we win then your husband stays shirtless for the duration of the trip”. Shirtless? Don’t have to ask me twice, I had no issues showing off my body, and I worked hard on it for a reason. This seemed like the kind of wager that was intended to provide me with a useful suggestion instead of burden me with any kind of actual loss on my end.
“Don’t they give discounts at the gym for retired service members?”, Kaitlyn responded with feigned exasperation. James wasn’t exactly in bad shape, but both my wife and Amy (though she was typically less obvious about it) made it clear they enjoyed the results of the effort I put into my body, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t use it to my advantage whenever possible. Kaitlyn loved that my body was for her, but she also seemed to enjoy rubbing it in Amy’s face from time to time, and Amy was more than happy to receive it 😊.
“Your husband is too cut to save it all just for you, Kate.”, Amy said with just enough seriousness she had me wondering what she was getting at. She glanced back at me – quickly looking me up and down with one eyebrow raised and said, “Must be nice to have arms like that throw you around.” Kaitlyn playfully slapped her arm and said, “Don’t make me pull this car over and spank you. Those arms are for me.” Amy grinned wickedly and looked like she was ready to respond with something, when Kaitlyn suddenly slowed the car down and turned into the campgrounds saying, “Jake, we’re here, can you grab our passes and wake up James?”. Probably for the best, as I was beginning to get car sick from my wife’s driving, and this conversation would be much more interesting once we’re settled in and have some drinks in us.
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Part two: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v9z8nk/camping_with_longtime_friends_gets_insanely_wild/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v9z8nk/camping_with_longtime_friends_gets_insanely_wild/)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v9z7sh/camping_with_longtime_friends_gets_insanely_wild
“Cornhole” indeed. So hot and well written as usual.