A NOCTURNAL CREATURE JOLTS CAMPING COUPLE OUT OF THEIR FUNK

After six years of marriage, Jan and I had lapsed into a mind numbing routine: breakfast together, a day at our respective offices, dinner, a little television, and then bed where even sex was approached with little enthusiasm. Clearly, what we needed was to get away for a few days and gain a fresh perspective on our lives and relationship.

A camping trip, I suggested over dinner one evening. You, me and the great outdoors, hon. The change will do us a world of good.

My wife was not convinced. A city girl through and through, communing with nature was not high on her list of fun things to do. For one thing, there was the isolation. What if, she wondered, one of us suddenly got deathly ill, with no doctor around for miles? And too horrible to contemplate was the thought of all those creepy crawly things that called the woods home.

It was far from easy, but I finally succeeded in talking Jan into a four day camping trip upstate. Having done some camping in my bachelor days, I knew what equipment we d need and was able to purchase everything during a single shopping expedition.

Jan, of course, was nowhere near as excited as I was when we started out, but during the three hour drive north the scenery helped calm her. It was a gorgeous fall day in October, and as we drove past hills and valleys offering breathtaking panoramas in brilliant oranges, yellows, reds and purples, my wife seemed to come alive. The stultifying sameness of our days back home was rapidly fading from memory.

At the campsite, I unloaded the car and set up our tent. After putting my fishing tackle, the cooler and our sleeping bags in the tent, I set up the portable grill and propped a bag of charcoal against it. That done, Jan and I spent the remainder of the afternoon walking in the woods, spending some time down by the pristine lake. To my delight, Jan seemed to be having a good time, often pausing to breathe deeply of the clean, fresh air and marvel at the surrounding scenery. Back at the campsite, I cooked us a hearty dinner on the grill. A few hours later, we were inside the tent with the kerosene lamp lit and my wife was all over me.

God, you re horny tonight, I said happily.

I feel like a new person, my wife said. This trip was a good idea, hon.

I was on my back in the sleeping bag with Jan sucking hungrily on my erection when we heard a noise outside. What was that? asked my startled wife.

Probably just a squirrel, I answered lightly. Maybe a raccoon.

There was another sound, louder this time, like something big stumbling around. Oh, God, I just knew it, Jan whined. It s a bear. She scurried to the corner of the tent and sat there with her arms hugging her knees. Do something, Stuart.

Honey, you re overreacting, I said, picking up the walking stick I had used on our hike earlier. Stay put and I ll be back before you can say Jack Robinson.

Bare assed naked, I stepped out of the tent and looked around. At first I couldn t see anything, but then the light of the full moon revealed a human figure half hidden behind a tree. Who s there? I called out. The figure dashed off into the woods.

What was it? Jan asked when I was back inside the tent.

Just some guy snooping around.

That s just great, Stuart. Now we re being stalked by an escapee from an asylum.

I chuckled. You ve been reading too many horror novels. The guy is just a Peeping Tom, that s all. I suggested that Jan resume what she had been doing before we were interrupted.

I m just going to try to fall asleep and hope I wake up, she said curtly.

The next morning, having slept more soundly than expected, Jan was in much better spirits. We enjoyed a hearty breakfast, washed down with mugs of coffee, and then ambled down to the lake. As we strolled along the shore, my wife grabbed my ass and said, How bout if I finish what I started last night?

Right here? I asked.

Right here, Jan said, dropping to her knees in front of me. Pulling down my zipper, she took out my cock and began sucking it sensuously, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head, taking me deep into her lovely throat. Sighing, I looked toward the woods and saw a burly fellow in a checkered shirt cradling a pair of binoculars in his hands! I must have jerked a bit in surprise, because Jan stopped sucking me and looked up. What s wrong, hon? she asked.

We re being watched. Probably by the same guy I chased away last night.

My wife looked toward the woods. Are you absolutely sure he s safe?

He d probably run off like a scared rabbit if I shouted at him.

My wife was quiet for a moment, as if lost in thought. Well, if all he wants is a show, let s give him a good one, she said finally.

Before I could fully digest the meaning of her words, Jan had resumed sucking on my cock, going at it now with unalloyed enthusiasm. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down as she gobbled me lustily, at one point jerking my cock from her mouth to ask if the guy was still watching us. When I told her that he was, she quickly put my cock back in her mouth.

I couldn t remember the last time my wife had performed fellatio with such delightful abandon, and the only way to explain it was that being watched by a stranger appealed to her mightily. I, too, found it thrilling to be watched, and it wasn t long before I was ready to come.

Come all over my face, Jan said excitedly. Let him see that. I happily obliged, aiming my now spurting cock so that semen splashed all over my wife s nose, cheeks, lips and chin as she kept her head tilted up for me.

That was exciting, she said as we strolled back to the campsite, our admirer having disappeared into the woods. Do you think he ll come snooping around tonight?

I wouldn t bet against it, I said.

Then we should really make it worth his while. I told my wife that I had never dreamed she was such an exhibitionist. Maybe this camping trip is calling forth a new me.

That night, instead of making love inside the tent, we spread a heavy quilt on the ground and undressed under the full moon. Jan made a great show of removing her clothes, doing a kind of striptease for me and her unknown admirer. In truth, we couldn t be absolutely certain that we were being watched, but then, soon after I started slurping up Jan s tasty pussy juices, we heard a sneeze from the woods. I looked up at Jan, who was trying hard not to laugh. Not to worry, I said. Grizzlies don t sneeze like that. She grinned and ordered me back to work.

Feasting on my wife s sex, I wondered where, exactly, the guy was. In a tree, perhaps. Crouched low in the brush? Wherever he was, he was close enough to witness all the action with the full moon providing sufficient illumination. As I continued eating Jan, she started moaning and groaning loudly. And when she came, she let out a wail that pierced the silence of the night.

No sooner had my wife caught her breath than she was positioning herself on her hands and knees and demanding that I do her doggy style. Without delay, I plunged my cock into her from behind. Jan put on a show. She slammed her cute ass back against my thrusting cock and shouted out for me to fuck her harder. I held out for as long as possible and then let loose, blasting a load of come into her clasping pussy. She came a moment later, throwing her head back and screaming into the woods.

For the duration of our camping trip, Jan and I took every opportunity to exhibit ourselves to our voyeuristic friend, staging little sex shows for his, and our, benefit. Being watched ignited our passion, and we fucked like we hadn t fucked in years. And the memory of those exciting times upstate is enough to keep us going strong sexually now that we re back home.

I m sure Mr. Peeping Tom has no idea how much he rejuvenated our sex life, but if he happens to be reading this, Jan and I would like to say a great big Thank you.

Mr. Stuart Y., Queens, New York

Cindi and I have been married for ten years now. Together we make a great looking couple. Cindi is a tall, blonde, former competitive swimmer. I love the way her body moves, the way her soft, supple skin plays over her taut muscles. The woman is a six foot powerhouse of sexuality.

About five years ago we decided to make our home in California. The free lifestyle and great weather were a turn on for both of us. Along with the great jobs and good friends that we found, what we like most is the beach.

A few months ago, after an evening of great sex, Cindi suggested that we try a nude beach. I thought, a nude beach! I had no idea that public nudity might turn my wife on.

Oh, come on, Ted, you know how much I like to prance around in the nude! Well, I thought, why the hell not? The next day was sunny and hot. Our neighbors had recommended a beautiful, secluded beach that was about an hour away. We drove along the coast, our car filled with gear for the beach. Cindi smiled and played with my cock through my shorts the whole time. By the time we got to the beach, I wanted to fuck her in the worst way, but she told me I would just have to wait.

The beach was gorgeous! I noticed that a few people had already arrived, some with their bathing suits on, some with them off. As we spread the blanket, I kept my eyes on one stunning brunette who was running along the surf. She had not a stitch of clothing on, and her tanned, compact body glistened with oil and sweat. I felt my cock rise once more. I thought it was going to be a very long and frustrating day.

Hey, honey, Cindi laughed, look over here. I turned to my wife and smiled. She had removed her clothes and stood there in all her feminine glory. Like what you see? I couldn t take my eyes off her breasts. It was as if I was seeing her naked for the first time.

Cindi twirled around on the blanket. I love it! she sighed. It was then that I realized my wife was an exhibitionist. I mean, strutting around our home naked was one thing but this new behavior was altogether different. I was intrigued. I watched her standing there like a beautiful Greek statue, taking in the scenery. I also noticed two men nearby admiring my wife.

She did too and she waved at them. I just lay there as they waved back and made their way over. I felt a little apprehensive, even a little jealous, as they struck up a conversation with us. They were nude, too.

Cindi was in rare form and the men were quite taken by her. When Cindi sat down on the blanket, her pussy opened up a little and I could see that she was wet and excited.

One of the guys said that a walk on the beach would be a good idea. As they left, Cindi stood up and pleaded with me to go for a walk with her. I thought a stroll might be good. It was getting hot and I wanted to see more of the seashore.

It was a little awkward at first, walking in broad daylight without any clothes on, but Cindi was so happy and comfortable that soon I began to relax. We passed other sun worshippers and Cindi kept thrusting out her cute ass and breasts. I got so turned on by her new uninhibited attitude that I began to caress her ass as we strolled.

Oh, baby, that feels so nice, she cooed. In full view of many people, I brazenly cupped her pussy with my hand. Cindi was very wet and very warm. We stopped walking and I held her close, my right arm between our bodies, my hand stroking her precious cunt.

Cindi was breathing harder and kissing me passionately. I knew the reason she was so turned on was because we were stark naked and in full view of the sunbathers on the sand. As for me, I was more than aroused my cock was aching to plunge inside her sweet pussy.

Cindi pulled me into the surf and we let the waves wash over our excited bodies. When we were up to our waist in water we started kissing once more. By some miracle I didn t lose my hard on and I lifted Cindi onto it. She laughed and almost toppled over, but then slid right down on my shaft.

Oh, darling, she moaned, this is just wonderful! As I shoved my cock deeper into her, Cindi said she was sure that we were being watched. I kept sliding in and out, holding her close to me. I took one of Cindi s bobbing breasts into my mouth and sucked hard on it. I m so turned on, babe, she said hotly, and with that she came.

The water was swirling around us, so the sunbathers couldn t really see what we were doing. But my darling show off of a wife was screaming out loud now, telling me to fuck her faster. Her breasts were bobbing wildly and I held onto her for dear life.

The combined sensation of the cool water lapping at my private parts and the inferno inside Cindi was incredible. Finally, I felt my balls tighten and I spewed semen inside her. I let go of her and she fell back into the water, laughing loudly. Then, returning to my arms, she kissed me deeply.

We ran away from the surf holding each other and flushed with good sex. There were more than a few smiles and knowing winks from the folks on the beach as we walked by.

It was fun to watch my wife get off on being naked in front of other people. I must say that I had more than a bit of fun, too. Since that day, Cindi has become even more free with the way she dresses. Many a time I have had the pleasure of seeing her in a very short skirt without any underwear on.

Now Cindi will give me a blowjob while I m driving on the freeway. She says that doing things in broad daylight really gets her juices going. And when Cindi s juices get going, I get more than just a flash of pussy or an inviting smile!

Mr. Ted P., Big Sur, California

I m hot stuff in Waikiki, one of the G string guys who dance onstage with the hula girls, all of us part of a glitzy revue for tourists. At the end of a routine evening, I was approached by Mrs. Lee, our wonderful den mother of a boss. She is a stylish, rotund woman of thirty five, her Asian ancestry apparent in her ivory complexion and enormous, silky black hairdo. She wanted to speak privately with me, so we stepped into her office.

Mama San is not one to waste words she had a business proposition for me, she said with a smile. Some friends of hers, women of means, were planning a little party for the weekend. They were looking for a special man to entertain them, a young fellow who d done some exotic dancing. They d seen our show and I was their first choice.

I was flattered and interested. I could use the money. Still, I had to wonder why they chose me.

I ll tell you why, Mama San grinned. It s that nice bulge you have there, she said, patting my G string.

Her friends were looking for a guy who d strip right down, who d dance nude. They want to see everything, she explained, not just a standard club act. They want an uninhibited young man who s not afraid to show himself. The G string off. Total nudity, the penis erect. Masturbation to climax. Call it the ultimate strip.

She suddenly chuckled. Don t look so surprised, she said. If we women are going to watch a man strip, we want him at his most sexual. He s a fantasy partner. She paused and met my curious gaze. Have you ever masturbated for a woman before?

Not for a group of them, that s for sure. But the idea was intriguing. I was trying to imagine the scene. Mrs. Lee coolly prompted me, saying she could ask another guy if I wasn t up to it.

I ll do it, I said.

Mama San smiled. She would drive me to the party, she said, and help me through it. In the meantime, I should relax and think of the fun I was going to have.

Over the following days and nights, I continued to anticipate the party. The extra cash would come in handy, but it was the idea of stripping that excited me. When the evening did arrive, and Mrs. Lee pulled up to my building in her Porsche, I was fresh and ready to go.

Looking good, she smiled, eyeing me as I climbed in beside her. She looked good herself. She was dressed for pleasure now, not business, in a bright summer gown, the skirt long in back.

We drove out on Diamond Head toward Black Point, where the wealthy folk live. Mrs. Lee reviewed the details of my strip routine, her tone reassuring and encouraging. On a street of mansions and spacious yards, she turned her car down a long driveway. The residence was large and stately, the grounds secluded by tall trees.

Mrs. Lee had brought a few things from the club. As we carried them to the house, the front door opened and a statuesque blonde greeted us. This was Mrs. Anderson, our classy hostess. She gave me a big smile and shook my hand as Mrs. Lee introduced us.

The domestics had been excused for the evening, the ladies left to party. Mrs. Anderson led Mama San and me to a luxurious living room at the rear of the mansion, where there were a half dozen lively women chatting and sipping drinks as the stereo hummed. They were like television stars, the sweet scent of their perfume filling the room. This was my audience. I liked it already.

The women viewed me from their sofas and chairs, their interest obvious. I was introduced to each of them, some strolling up to meet me, others waiting for me to be shown around. All were friendly and polite. Mrs. Anderson handed me a Mai Tai.

As the party went on, I could see women whispering, giggling and appraising me from across the room. I sensed their growing impatience. I was standing with Mama San when our blonde hostess stepped alongside. I think we re ready, Mrs. Anderson said quietly. Mama San nodded and set down her drink while I finished off mine. Then I slipped into the adjoining room to prepare myself.

I stood by a wardrobe mirror and changed into my outfit. It was a tuxedo, one designed to be stripped off, each garment fastened loosely at the back. The music from the living room had stopped. Mrs. Lee would be readying our own tape and adjusting the lights we had brought.

My penis was already getting hard inside my strip costume. I hadn t jerked off or gotten laid for a whole week now I needed to perform as much as the ladies needed to watch. I heard the tape begin to play the rhythmic beat, my cue.

The living room lamps had been turned off. A single spotlight beamed up at me as I entered, and my lovely audience greeted me with applause. The women were directly facing me, the couches and chairs arranged in a cozy half circle. They were seated just back of the glowing light, their hazy images appearing all the more intriguing in the cigarette smoke. I could see their wide smiles as I danced and strutted my stuff. I heard their coos of pleasure and their enthusiasm heightened mine. I was going to give them all I had.

I remembered Mama San s advice to make it last, to prolong the tease but soon I was tearing away my clothes. One piece at a time, pausing for effect. My audience cheering, urging me on. I pulled off my shirt, the ladies happily viewing my bare chest and ripped stomach. I waited to remove my pants, knowing I d have only my G string left. I let the pretty spectators refill their glasses. Then I unfastened the trousers and whipped them off.

I stood before the ogling females, my overstuffed G string the obvious center of attention. They clapped and cheered at the sight of the clinging cloth distended by my swelling cock. They continued to gaze at my crotch as I danced, sharing bawdy comments and chuckles, sipping their drinks.

When I turned to show them my ass, they gave another noisy round of approval. With my butt thrust toward the ladies, I reached back and unhooked the G string. I slowly drew the thin cloth band down my buttocks, leaving them bare. The women whistled and cheered.

Look at those buns! one shouted.

I held my G string down over my genitals, concealing them as I turned to face the audience. I waited for a musical peak. Thrusting my crotch forward, I ripped away the skimpy cloth and my penis jutted boldly into view, causing the ladies to cry out in delight and applaud wildly.

Ooh, baby, purred a gaping brunette, what a hard on.

The ladies clapped with the rhythm of the music, watching me gyrate in the light, their eyes still resting on my bobbing, thrusting penis. I began to casually stroke it as I moved, my audience shouting encouragement.

My cock was beginning to leak its arousal. It was time to stop dancing. I stood in the center of the floor, facing the women. I started to masturbate, using long slow strokes. I saw Mama San step forward from the group. She d been staying in the background, overseeing the action, but now with a fond glance at me, she spread a towel on the carpet directly in front of the ladies. I saw her move back to a chair.

Pumping my straining cock, I dropped to my knees at the towel s edge. The women were so close and leaning closer, watching intently. Their voices grew quieter, their passion rising with mine. I heard their gasps, their breathy comments, but I was lost in a kind of swoon, savoring the moment, my slick shaft in hand, my eyes half closed. I kept pumping, my climax building . . .

Finally, it erupted. The semen gushed from my spasming cock, spurting across the towel. The ladies gleefully responded to the spectacle. My cock was giving them an amazing supply, the saucy streaks glistening in the light. It was a high, the most intense orgasm I d ever experienced. And these gorgeous women cheering every spurt, yelling for more if I wasn t an exhibitionist before, I sure am now.

I was panting as I squeezed out the last of the pearly gobs. The applause was long and loud. You re a natural, I heard Mama San call out, her pretty face beaming. As I got to my feet, the lamps were coming on. Mama San shut down the spotlight and bent to pick up the towel while some of the ladies marveled at the size of my load.

The party was ending as I washed and dressed. All the guests seemed to agree that I had put on a good show. Mrs. Anderson handed me an envelope, the cash inside, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She escorted Mama San and me out to the car, adding that she expected to see me again soon. I wasn t sure what she meant, but I sure liked the sound of it.

Mr. Eric R., Honolulu, Hawaii