Revival at Nude Creek: Part 1

If a morning echo says we've sinned.Based on a post by mydeepsix, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Author's note: This story revolves around a typical American small-town family in the 1970s, the quest of a couple to find themselves and reinvent their relationship; through the eyes of the housewife protagonist, April.Even protected by a small town, the songs we listened to on the radio painted a different, more risqué version of the world:Beginning our journeyYou don't realize how much of your persona is shaped by your environment and social pressures. The music of the time seemed to suggest a looser morality than most people lived in real life, especially in a small northern town. The AM radio was ever-present, a soundtrack to our daily lives. The television reported social change from the cities and college campuses; it was the sexual revolution, the era of free love. That undertone was ever-present.Back in our small town, neighbors put different, more conventional expectations on you. You would just seem to go along without too much thought. For instance: Ken and I married early, had kids, a family, and a textbook 70s life. As we grew our family, we took part in parent-teacher conferences, church picnics, PTA meetings, high school sports, etc. for over 20 years. I taught math as a substitute teacher. We were the perfect husband/wife/family/community members/parishioners and even helped in a few political campaigns. We raised our kids, sent them off to college.But now, and over the past few weeks, on the road, for the first time with no pressure to conform, I started to feel free at last. Exploring who I was and what I wanted: testing my boundaries and finding out what my limits are. It was both liberating and terrifying.It started like this:Our life closely resembled the clichés of American small-town living as a couple who started out as high school sweethearts: I'd married Ken (or at least became interested in him) because he was smart, and thoughtful, although shy and quiet. He played sports but didn't obsess over them; when he talked, he was interesting. I thought he was going places. And that was true; we had a good life.After our youngest child was packed off to college, Ken and I both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Since we had kids every day seemed to blend into the same routine: get up at dawn, pack lunches, serve breakfast, rush to school or work, shuttle a screaming group of kids to practice or a game, dinner, homework, then lights out, exhausted. Every spare cent we earned was put away for college or used for the never-ending emergencies families have and 20 years had passed like moments.With the house quiet, Ken had been reading this old, dog-eared book "Across America on a Motorcycle" for weeks, every waking moment, reading and re-reading, as if it were a bible. One night, I asked him about it."April," he said, "what if we had spent our entire lives eating only bland beans? Then, one day, we see another family enjoying fried chicken, hot dogs, steaks, sweet corn, mashed potatoes, and sweet potato cakes! Things we never imagined!" Ken enthused. "Would we feel like we'd missed out? Been cheated?""What are you talking about?" I asked, thinking he was a little crazy.He held up his book. "Imagine! Seeing the country with no agenda, no schedule, just exploring from town to town, visiting places we've only red about! following our hearts!" He implored further "I want to fish in the ocean of South Florida, where Hemingway was inspired to write 'The Old Man and the Sea!' Eat fresh crawfish boiled on a dock in New Orleans! The Grand Canyon! I want to see the hot air balloon launch in New Mexico!" he replied, his voice getting increasingly excited.I started to say, "Well, sure, someday we... " and Ken cut me off."No, not 'someday', April. Now. Leave this week! Our kids are all out of the house for the first time in our adult lives. Do you realize that in a few years, maybe less, we're going to be up to our ears in in-laws, grandchildren, and family gatherings? Our lives will not be our own."I scowled. "Obviously! Isn't that what you want?" I asked, feeling uneasy.Ken looked at me. "Of course it is, baby. But why the rush? Look, we got married right out of high school, we had kids, settled into the family routine almost immediately and we've never really got to experience life!""What are you saying?" I asked, a little unsure. "Are you saying that marrying me was a mistake?"Ken looked at me, his eyes almost tearing up. "Marrying you was the best thing I ever did." He smiled, and took my hand. "There's so much more to life than this little town, I want to explore it, all of it, as much as I can, with my best friend."Ken suggested an adventure: take the fall off and travel the country, camping, hiking, and finding ourselves; visiting towns and parks along the way. No phone, no newspaper, no meetings, no mowing the lawn, no laundry, no alarm clocks. Ken even offered to support any idea I had, anything, for my own adventure, if I'd only join him on his.At first, I thought the idea was ridiculous and had no interest in spending so much time away from my comfortable home and camping no less. When I said so, Ken seemed to sulk and even sink into a depression. He became quiet, and withdrawn. But, after a while, even I started to become aware of the trap we were in. The daily grind kept finding us, even with our kids gone. We still had people asking us to volunteer: "Since your kids are out of the house, you'll have more time to bake cookies for the bake sale!" and similar requests. I started to dream of running away, of leaving my "life" behind. I grew tired of the obligations, of making sure I was dressed properly, acting properly, and the whole situation. One morning over breakfast, Ken had just poured us coffee and was reaching for the paper. My favorite song came over the radio:"Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to loseNothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no-noAnd feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the bluesYou know feelin' good was good enough for me""Me and Bobby McGee" ;  Written by Kris Kristofferson / Fred L Foster, Sung by Janis Joplin (1971)Janis was my muse, my secret oracle. I'd listen to her voice and poetry and dream of the life she sang about."Let's do it, baby," I blurted out, surprising myself.Ken looked up; his eyes lit up as they met mine. He smiled for the first time in weeks."Let's go on your adventure! Maybe I'll find my own on the way!" I agreed, hopefully. I had no idea how much that idea would change me.We packed up our old but reliable 1970 Dodge station wagon with whatever we had or could borrow: a paper USA map, a small army surplus tent, an ax and shovel, old sleeping bags, canned goods, an iron grate for grilling, some kitchen gear, and a week's worth of old clothes. I insisted on bringing our old family acoustic guitar and managed to squeeze it in. Ken reminded me we'd need to be frugal with money; my only purchase for the road was a new Janis Joplin (who I idolized!) 8-track tape. Ken's only plan was to hit a few campgrounds or parks we knew of, then keep moving west until we hit the ocean. It was the mid-1970s, the music was awesome, and the radio was always on, playing great songs no matter where you tuned in; traveling was cheap and safe, and people were friendly.The first couple of stops were a real learning experience: the campgrounds were mostly primitive, so being able to shower or wash dishes or clothes was a luxury. Don't get me started on restrooms; we even learned to make a "cowboy outhouse" by digging a small hole and building a makeshift seat out of branches roped together. We did try to steer towards better-equipped camps when possible. I did miss the luxuries of home, but the challenge was kind of exciting, and I enjoyed meeting people. We got good at finding a quiet location, watching sunsets in the forest, relaxing for a few days, then moving on. It's funny how quickly you can adapt. At each camp or national park we would seek out a board with posters or fliers for a nearby festival or market or "great fishing," and we'd start in that direction. Since we were on the East Coast, we started heading west and south, randomly, just exploring. While Ken drove, I'd play my guitar along with the radio. Sometimes we sang along together, even teasing each other when one of us got the lyrics wrong. I found myself really relaxing for the first time in years. Free.At one point, we were short of money, and the park refused to cash our check, so Ken dressed in brown shorts and knee-socks and found (he said) a broad-brimmed ranger hat, then, posing as a park ranger, started to charge cars for parking. I think he made nearly fifty bucks before we spotted the real rangers eyeing us and had to run off! We hid in our tent until they passed by, and then we both laughed and made fun of each other for being so bad. It felt good to break the rules. I felt a rush like electricity in my soul; a new part of me woke up. I didn't know my straight-laced, law-abiding husband had a streak for larceny or playacting, but it was good to know too. Being bad felt good.A few days later, we settled in next to a small lake. Ken went off to fish, and I was scrounging wood for a fire. I came across a Ranger first-aid cabin and talked to the rangers inside. One of the young men wolf-whistled as I walked up, catching me off guard. I was about to berate him, then I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window: my blonde hair was braided back, I wore cut-off short pants and a blouse tied at my midriff, and beat-up sneakers covered in dirt. This was a far cry from my normal sundress or housecoat, shoes, underwear, and bra. After weeks of camping, you simply got tired of the upkeep that a more modest and traditional wardrobe demanded. I noticed I'd lost a little weight, accentuating the curves from my hips to my breasts. More importantly, I hadn't been whistled at in years, and never by men the same age as my son. I felt myself blushing a little, feeling flattered, in fact. I talked to the rangers, enjoying their lusty eyes on my body, posing and lightly flirting for the first time since I was in high school. When talking, they mentioned a music festival at a nearby campground and then chuckled, brazenly asking if I was going. Well, as a married woman, I shut them down pretty quickly but accepted the paper flier that described the event and left for my camp.After they were out of sight, I leaned against a tree, catching my breath. I felt flustered and hot; my breathing was heavy, and my face was red. I felt strangely aroused. Could it have been due to the not-so-subtle sexual attention of those two rough young men? I slipped a hand down my shorts and felt my cunt; it was wet! I started thinking of those rangers, letting them take my clothes off, those young eyes admiring my body, their hands roaming over my buttocks, my waist, up to my breasts...I stopped, taking several deep breaths and trying to compose my appearance. Then I started off to camp. Ken was there, cleaning the fish he'd caught. He proudly showed me the catch, plus some blueberries and wild carrots that he'd found.I quickly got the fire going, and we sat back watching the flames grow higher. Ken speared the fish onto sticks to cook them as I looked on. He had let his beard grow; his frame seemed more muscular these days. I hadn't thought of him sexually in a long time; lovemaking was a monthly or birthday event for us these days. Maybe I'd forgotten what desire felt like. When did that happen? Feeling adventurous, I leaned over and kissed him. Ken kissed me, then pulled back (to check on the fire), so I leaned in and pulled him close, passionately kissing him."Whoa! What's gotten into you?" he murmured into my neck."You, hopefully!" I replied playfully.I pretty much tackled him, tearing at his clothes and pressing my mouth against his. Again, he pushed back and said, "At least let's go into the tent!" I stopped what I was doing and looked around; there were no lights or other camps for miles. But I shrugged, and we settled into the tent, where Ken turned and closed the flaps behind us.Ken started undressing, and I sat on our sleeping bag and watched. Once he was down to his underwear, he looked over at me and asked, "Are you going to undress?"I smiled and replied, "Undress me." I wanted to be desired; I wanted to see a little passion in my husband of over 20 years, but he reached over and started to undress me as if I were one of our kids getting ready for bed. Oh, well. At last, I leaned back, nude, and beckoned him to join me. Ken joined me, pulled the sleeping bag over us and only then dropped his drawers. Modest to the end.Sex with my husband was fun when we were young (I never really achieved an orgasm, but the intimacy was nice, and it seemed to cement our relationship.) but over time sex had become obligatory, a ritual where my marital duty was to serve him, or more precisely, let him use my body to get off. He penetrates me, thrusts a few times, squirts, and then rolls over and goes to sleep. Right now, however, my body needs a man. I needed to feel a cock inside of me, thrust with passion, to lose myself in bliss.Ken mounted me in missionary style; we kissed as he found my cunt. I gasped as he inserted his cock in me; that welcome fullness, the exquisite pleasure, the physical contact with my cunt; so familiar, so comfortable. I tried to wriggle and extend his contact with my clitoris, but he seemed oblivious to that effort. He started thrusting, and I spread my legs so I might feel him as deeply as possible.My body needed a man, and I wanted to feel his cock thrusting into my cunt, his manhood swell up and explode inside me, that somehow I had satisfied him completely. However, a few minutes later I heard him grunt and then pull out, rolling off me. I lay there, like a race car stuck at the starting line, watching the other cars speed by me. I got up and, still nude, checked on the fire. I enjoyed the feeling of being naked outside our tent, so exposed, in the fresh air, so I stayed naked while I worked. The fish was done, I made up two plates and then grilled the carrots, added a side of blueberries each, and woke up Ken.Ken saw me nude outside, exposed and free, but turned back into the tent, returning with a long T-shirt and shorts for me. I rolled my eyes but reluctantly dressed before we ate dinner.After we ate, we shared a bottle of wine and just talked. Ken commented that I seemed happier out here, that camping agreed with me, and that he was glad I was here with him, under the stars, just enjoying each other's company. He mentioned that we could stop at the next town, call the colleges, check up on our kids and our neighbors, and maybe send a few postcards, and I agreed, absently. I was thinking of those two young rangers I'd met earlier. Muscular, fit, and boldly eyeing my body as if I were anywhere near their age. After a full evening of stargazing and idle chatter, Ken said he was turning in and took my hand, so I followed him into our tent. I guess I was hoping for another round of intimacy, but he simply crawled into the sleeping bag and passed out.I lay there, listening to Ken's breathing, then the crickets and bullfrogs outside. Carefully, I moved out of my sleeping bag and crawled outside the tent, dropping my clothes and standing in the cool air, completely naked again. It felt liberating, just standing there, one with nature. I took a few deep breaths, my breasts rising and falling, and then I lay down in the damp grass and looked into the stars; so many of them here, far from city lights. After a few minutes, I spread my legs, feeling the cool air rush across my labia, the wet grass tickling my bottom. I started thinking about those two young rangers undressing me, touching me, admiring my breasts, my ass, kissing me, and their hot breath on my neck. I imagined their strong hands exploring my body. Umm, umm. My hand reached down to my cunt; tentatively, I let one finger part my lips and felt the moisture from my tryst with my husband Ken earlier; the slick wetness was still there. I felt around until my fingers rested on my clitoris, then started gently teasing, rubbing, and stroking it. It felt exquisite. With my other hand, I pinched and massaged my nipples, feeling them harden in the cool air. I thought about what those young men would do to me if they happened to find me here, nude, my cunt wet, my nipples hard. Suddenly, I felt my climax approaching, rising; like a full-body sneeze; until the dam burst and I started to shake and quiver with an intense release! I had to bite down on my fist to keep from crying out! I kept rubbing my clit until the massive wave crashed over me, and then heaving and shaking, I started to relax and feel a calming peace overtake my entire being.I lay there, breathing labored, my mind a fog, my body completely relaxed, just staring up at the stars, nude and completely exposed, feeling completely free. Then, I did it again.The next morning, I rose just after Ken-, and found the flier that a young ranger had given me: "Revival '74 at Nude Creek. A Weekend of Music, Dancing, and Peace" I showed it to Ken, and we decided to drive down and check it out. A few days later, we arrived.The rangers had explained that "Nude Creek" was named because in the 1800s it had flowed past a mine. The water picked up lime and other caustic mining chemicals, which killed off the fish and plants not only in the creek but nearby as well, leaving a bald swath of rocks and dirt for miles. Eventually, the mine closed, and over the decades, Mother Nature healed the creek; the plants and fish returned, but there was still a newness, like the skin of a scar, for miles downstream. I still giggled at the name.We parked the station wagon early on Friday morning, a long time before the other campers would show up, just to scout the area and pick a prime location. We did find an excellent spot near the actual creek, under a willow tree, right near the shoreline. There were blackberry bushes on a nearby ridge. The creek was big, anywhere from 40 to 100 yards wide, shallow mostly, with a few deep spots, and the mountain water was clear and warm from the sun. After pitching the tent and claiming our spot, we make a final trip to the station wagon for the last of our supplies.There was only one other camper there, a friendly young man who arrived on a motorcycle, packed with camping gear. The young man introduced himself as Mike. He shook my hand, then Ken's. He was discreet, but I caught his eyes lingering on my breasts, then down my body, to my ass. I should have been offended, but I found myself flattered. If Ken noticed, he didn't say anything. Mike looked the same age as my oldest son, maybe 22 years old, young and fit, a little more slightly built, his reddish-brown hair pulled back into a short ponytail. His facial hair accentuated his strong jawline and high cheekbones; he had piercing green eyes. Ken was fascinated by meeting a real traveling motorcyclist, like the author of his book, and they became easy friends, even though Ken was old enough to be his dad.Mike and Ken became inseparable. Ken was fascinated by Mike's old motorcycle, seemingly held together with bailing wire in some places. Ken showed him how to fix a few things, and Mike began to see Ken as a father figure. They talked endlessly, fished that morning, hiked after lunch, and compared notes between Ken's book and Mike's actual travels.Ken told me later that Mike had been kicked out of his home by his own father sometime after his 16th birthday. Ken didn't go into details, but Mike had been traveling almost since that time, doing odd jobs and living where he could. It was a rough existence, and he had a certain street-smart air about him but a sweet personality.It was after dinner time Friday night when people were just now arriving in larger numbers. Just pulling up was an old VW Microbus camper. I'm not sure why, but it caught my eye as it lumbered into the parking area and skidded to a halt under a tree near the trails that lead back to the camping area. I watched as the door creaked open, and two people emerged. A young man and a young woman. They stretched and looked as if they'd driven a long time before slowly making their way to the same trail we had used. Fascinated, I stared, then caught myself; I'd never seen real "Hippies" before, but they sure looked the part. I picked up my backpack full of provisions and followed them. For some reason, my attention was fixed on the tall young man.When we got back to our campsite, we saw the Microbus people had stripped naked and were cavorting in the creek, laughing and playing in the water. I turned to Ken and said, "That looks like fun! Let's jump in too!"Ken looked unsure, but then handed me my one-piece swimsuit and went into the tent to change. Disappointed, I shrugged, pulled it on, and followed him in. We eventually made it into the water, and it did feel good. Soon, the creek was full of people, some nude, many with swimwear. I guess it was optional; no one seemed to care. We splashed and played for a while until Ken left to start our fire.Eventually, the tall young man from the Microbus made his way over to us, dragging a swarm of young girls in his wake. They giggled and flirted and vied for his attention, but he walked up to me and offered his hand. "Hi, I'm Leo," he said.I took his hand, but for some reason, I forgot how to move my mouth. He was attractive, young, and friendly, and he had a warm smile. I felt my face blush, and my knees shook a little. Then I found my voice and replied, "Um, I'm April. Nice to meet you."Leo turned and waved to the other person he'd arrived with, and she soon joined us, stopping by the pile of clothes they'd abandoned earlier to get dressed. The woman approached and handed Leo his cut-off jeans. He pulled them on easily, just as my husband, Ken, arrived from the tent.Leo was a young man, maybe in his early twenties, with long straight black hair and a faint wisp of a beard along his jawline, paired with a thin horseshoe mustache. Brown eyes, a boyish look, a toothy grin that appeared easily on his face. He had a big chest and broad shoulders, accentuated by a skinny waist. His bare chest had a little hair on each pectoral muscle and a dramatic line of hair down his defined abdominal muscles, making a treasure trail. His cut-off jeans were low on his hips, nearly showing off his pubic hair. I'd made sure to look him in the eyes, but I couldn't help but notice he sported a substantial cock before he pulled his shorts on. Even soft, it swung and bobbed heavily as he walked. His brown eyes were warm and deep; his gaze lingered on mine until Ken offered his hand. When Leo looked away from me toward Ken, maybe reluctantly, I felt a faint sense of... jealousy. Funny, right? Leo lumbered more than walked, swinging his large hands and kind of slouching, which seemed to accentuate his muscled torso and slim waist.The other traveler from the VW Microbus was a woman. She looked Leo's age, maybe a little older, blonde, stacked, I noticed, big firm tits, and a lean, tight ass. She seemed very familiar with Leo, playing with his hair or touching his arms or chest freely. She also seemed strangely... responsible. She doted over the young man, fixing his hair, brushing away loose dirt or grass, making sure he was... I don't know, OK? She wore a simple T-shirt that clung to her wet torso, barely covering her nipples hard from the cold creek water, and a pair of shorts. I caught Ken ogling her before he caught himself and quickly looked away.She nodded to Ken and me. "You've already met Leo. I'm Deb. Nice to meet you," she said warmly.Leo turned to the girls, some in their late teens, others young women, and announced, "It's dinner time, ladies! See you later!" and summarily dismissed them. They seemed to pout or groan but wandered off nonetheless.Ken asked sarcastically, "What's with your harem?"Deb laughed and confessed, "Leo just seems to attract them, you know?" Then she gave him a hug and peck on the cheek.Mike punched Leo in the arm gently and added, "No complaints, right?" Leo laughed and nodded.Deb announced, "I was about to start dinner; if you'll share your fire, I'll cook for you, and I promise you will not regret it!" She put her arm around Ken, smiling.Ken looked over at me quickly, and I got the feeling he was afraid of getting caught enjoying this woman's attention, but he gulped, "Um, yeah, sure!" and moved away.Ken and Deb were busy around the fire, so the rest of us found a couple of logs near the creek to relax on. I found Leo fascinating; he was barely older than my own son, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was charming, in a rough kind of way, friendly, and bold too. Every once in a while, a young girl or girls would wander up and introduce themselves to Leo. He would talk to them for a bit then walk them to the edge of camp, just out of earshot. Sometimes, he'd kiss them, then send them on their way. I mentioned this to Deb, thinking she might feel the same pang of jealousy that I did, as his attention was diverted from her as well. She just shrugged and said, "Oh, that's just Leo, right? He seems to just attract them, like a rock star or something." like it was nothing. I too found myself flirting with Leo, eager for the attention and even the awkward compliments he gave me.We ate dinner together. Deb was true to her word and converted a simple can of stew into a delicious meal, spiced and flavored with a few local herbs she'd found and with real dumplings she'd made on the spot. Ken produced a bottle of wine, while Mike dug around his pack until he found his AM radio, and soon we were listening to mellow rock and laughing like old friends.At one point, Deb asked Ken to dance. Ken looked over at me, and I shrugged. "Go ahead!" I insisted. "Anything to get some time with Leo," I thought.Ken got up, and just then Leo took my hand, and we joined them. A few passing girls were quickly attracted by the music; Mike took the hand of one. A few more people just stopped by, attracted by the fire and the music, and suddenly we were all swaying in the light of our campfire. A few random people wandered over, attracted by the fire or the music. Soon we had a small party going.The whole situation was surreal. Leo's attention to me was also turning me on. I'd been treated like a wife for so long that it was nice to be lusted after. And it was lust; Leo openly watched my boobs, or ass, his open staring perhaps hidden by the darkness and firelight, but I knew he was looking. I knew I was competing with the younger girls who seemed to appear out of nowhere and gravitated to Leo, and it felt good to get his attention.The music slowed, and Deb held Ken close, turning his back to me. Leo pulled me in. I felt his hard, muscled chest against my nipples, his strong arms and legs spinning me around. He let his hands fall down my back to my ass, squeezed me, then felt his way back up. I melted in his arms, feeling sexy for the first time in years. Eventually, Ken turned around and looked over at us.Leo smiled at him, audaciously putting his hands on my ass again, and said to Ken, "Man, you know, your wife is gorgeous, so sexy! You are a lucky man!"I was shocked he'd say something like that in front of Deb, but she didn't seem bothered at all; in fact, she seemed to encourage him. Odd. I thought.The other guys and girls whistled and nodded in agreement, checking me out. I knew I should shut this down, but having a group of young people admire my body was very flattering. I felt myself getting aroused, feeling alive. I looked at my husband for his reaction. Ken started to say something; I assumed about us being married, and blah blah blah... But Deb stepped up and assured him, "All women need to be told they are sexy; we really never tire of it."I remember thinking, "That was a mature statement for someone so young.""Yes, um, I know," replied Ken, a little defensive but smiling. I felt my face flush; I knew I was letting things go too far, but I held onto Leo and just smiled back at Ken.Eventually, the radio station signed off, and we said our good nights. Mike was camped nearby and left in that direction. Deb and Leo made their way back to their camper van, I guess. I sighed, feeling aroused from the dancing and hoping I might talk Ken into a little sex, even knowing it would be disappointing. Ken and I lay there, silently, each afraid to state the obvious: I enjoyed being looked at, and Ken enjoyed showing me off. Or, was it more than that?Once Ken fell asleep, I crept out of the tent and lay naked on the soft grass.Try as I might, I couldn't get the image of the desirable young Leo out of my mind. I felt guilty. Of course, a married woman shouldn't lust after another man. I tried to think of other things; of family and my life before. I wanted to turn away from temptation, but whenever I closed my eyes, I saw that young, muscular man, leering at me, and how it made me feel sexy again.Ken didn't seem bothered by it. I suspected he half wanted me to flirt, to tease that young man; he certainly seemed to provide me an opportunity and never exhibited any jealousy or resentment. That was an odd thing. I wonder if he wanted to see me with Leo.Umm hmm, Leo. So sexy. Lying there, thinking about Leo, his young, firm body, his disarming smile, his large swinging cock. I giggled to myself at fantasizing about another man's cock. I began to rub my breasts, feeling my nipples harden. I pinched and pulled on them, surprised at how good it felt. I felt my clit begin to throb, and I pinched my tits harder, tugging and massaging each one. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. I nervously looked around to see if I was still alone. My right hand slid down to rub my hot little cunt. It was so wet. I couldn't stand waiting anymore; right there, on the dew-wet grass, exposed, I slid my fingers deep into my soaked cunt. My palm rubbing my clit, my head thrown back, I finger fucked myself hard. It took only minutes before I was shaking and moaning in an intense orgasm. My cunt quivered against my fingers as I drove them in me over and over, making a wet sloppy sound, but I didn't care; I half wished someone, some man, would catch me and then fuck me with his hard cock. I wished Leo found me like this, nude and wet, and took me, a married woman, in front of my husband and showed him what a good fucking was, what I desperately needed.I wondered if I could find my way to Leo's vehicle in the moonlight and whether he would still be up. Could I get him alone this late at night? How far would I go if I did?Just then I heard a twig snap, and I looked over to see a figure emerging from the trail. I froze, suddenly very aware of my nakedness and the distance to my tent. There, exposed, caught, I felt more naked than I ever had before. It was exhilarating.A softly whispering voice asked, "April? Is that you?" It was Leo!"Here!" I said quietly and carefully moved towards him. We met up in the dark, just out of earshot of my tent and my sleeping husband. He hugged me. I felt his shirtless chest against my hard nipples. I leaned my head back and felt his hot breath on my face.He started to say, "I was hoping you were still up...""Yes, I couldn't sleep," I confessed, not really sure what to do. I was naked, my body pressed up against the tantalizing body of a young man. I felt a lusty heat stirring in me."You're naked!" He observed."Yes," I confessed, "I was... um, just...""Maybe you were out, wandering in the dark, seeking some satisfaction?" Leo asked, almost mockingly. "Excited for some man you'd just met?"I gasped. How had he known I was fantasizing about him?"Would you really let another man see your naked body?" he needled, "Kiss your neck?" I felt his hot breath on the side of my face as he talked. My knees felt weak, so I held him closer."I bet you haven't even let anyone but your husband touch those incredible tits of yours."I gasped."Have you ever let a guy play with them? Let him kiss those luscious tits of yours.""No," I admitted. Oddly, I felt embarrassed. My sexual experience was almost nil, one man only. Yesterday, that would have been a badge of honor, but now it seemed hopelessly provincial."Ever seduce another man?" he asked, pushing me further. I shook my head. I was very aware of how naked I was, of his muscular chest pressed against me."Ever let him put his face between your beautiful tits and let him kiss them; suck your nipples?" he asked playfully. I giggled at the thought but again shook my head."Have him spread your legs and let him feel your hot, wet, and ready cunt?" he asked. The question shocked me. It seemed very personal and intimate; a question no stranger should ask. For some reason, it made me feel vulnerable and violated. As if he had physically touched me, aggressively, with lust. I started to push him away, but his strong arms held me fast. I was worried he'd notice how aroused I was.Leo must have sensed this and continued, "Have you ever felt another guy's big cock? Other than your husband? Have you let another man's cock fuck you until he shoots a big creamy load inside you?"I felt trapped! He knew too much! Maybe I had fantasized about a sexy rendezvous with a hot young stud, but here it was happening and too fast.He paused and whispered, "Actually do what you dream of doing with a man. A man who sees you as a sexual creature, so much more than a housewife. So beautiful, so breathtaking?"His talk both shamed me and aroused me. I felt like a high school virgin at a college frat party, so inexperienced yet so curious. He was close. I could feel his breath on my face and my lips. I heard him inhale and feared he was about to ask me more intimate questions, further exposing my sheltered sexual life.But I silenced him by pulling his face close and kissing him. The first lips I'd kissed since high school, the first not-my-husband guy I'd kissed out of lust. Instantly, we were making out like teenagers, all lips and tongues and hands groping everywhere. I was aware I was still nude and vulnerable, and I felt his erection through his cut-off jeans. It felt heavy and hard; I wanted it so bad. I started to slide my hand down the front of his cut-off shorts; I could just feel the soft, silky skin of his cock with my fingertips. Leo was kissing me full-on now, forcefully, sensually. I felt all his youth and energy and eagerly kissed him back. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth slightly, then I felt his tongue glide past my lips and into my mouth. He began exploring the inside of my lips with his tongue. I did the same, Leo inviting me into his mouth. Oh, god, it felt so good!"Wait! Um, what about Deb?" I asked, suddenly feeling the need to slow things down but instantly feeling dumb for asking at all. My brain was still catching up to my lust; it was happening too fast.Leo grinned and assured me, "Deb knows where I was going and who I wanted to meet. She said it was good for both of us.""Really? I just assumed you two were, you know, together," I asked, surprised.Leo chuckled. "It's not like that." He looked into my eyes. "No, she knows my spirit is free. She knew I would be with you tonight, even before you did."His words, "...I am going to be with you..." rang in my head. I felt a tingle in my cunt. Yes! I wanted to hear those words!"But..." I continued, still feeling a little marital loyalty and resistance to what I was feeling. "What about all those girls that you seem to attract, always following you around?"Leo grinned. "Girls? Can't you guess at the answer yourself? There are lots of girls here, but you are a woman." He assured me, in a convincing tone. "A woman with deep, unsatisfied appetites, a longing, a hunger." Then he leaned in and kissed me. "...Eager and obedient," he taunted.I felt a rush of energy sparking all over my body. He was seducing me, and I was willing. He kissed me again. It was exactly like the excitement of your first real kiss, but with more experience and less tentativeness. I kissed him back. We started to make out again. His tongue probed my lips; I parted them and surrendered to him.I sucked his tongue further into my mouth and began circling my tongue around it. Our mouths became aggressive. I let him feel my desperate longing, my rising lust.He withdrew his tongue from my mouth and pulled his face away from mine. I opened my eyes to find him staring back at me expectantly. In my passion, I guess I must have moaned or cried out because I heard Ken's voice from the direction of our tent: "April? Are you OK?"That caused Leo to stop what he was doing, looking up to see whether we had been discovered or not, then gave me one last kiss and whispered, "I will see you later, babe!" before jogging off down the trail.I lay there, frustrated and alone, until Ken walked over. "Are you OK?" he asked."Yes, I needed to pee, but I must have gotten turned around in the dark and then fell. That's when I cried out." It wasn't a total lie, certainly, but it wasn't everything, I thought to myself. "I was so close!" I heard myself say, a tinge of annoyance in my voice."You sure were close!" I heard Ken say, and for a moment I thought he'd been watching Leo and myself kissing and groping each other like prom dates. It suddenly occurred to me how hot that scene would be! Would I make love to Leo with Ken, my husband, watching nearby; exposed, raw, giving Leo my body, shamelessly allowing myself to be ravaged by another man? Making my husband watch every sexual act Leo made me perform? I closed my eyes and felt an erotic energy tingle through my body; my knees shook for a second, and I gasped involuntarily."Close?" I croaked."Yeah, our tent is right over there," Ken replied, nodding in its direction. Surprisingly, I felt disappointed that he hadn't caught me, so I let Ken lead me back to our tent and then climbed into the sleeping bag next to him.Ken rested his head on his elbow. I heard him take a deep breath. "I was almost thinking you were sneaking off to meet... someone," he said softly."Why would you think that?" I asked, as if uninterested in this line of discussion. Inwardly, I was afraid I'd gone too far in my open flirting with Leo.Ken paused for a long time, then continued, "You and Leo, dancing tonight. You looked so young in the firelight, so happy, and so beautiful. It reminded me of when I first saw you in high school, when we first met. I fell in love with you immediately, completely head-over-heels.""And you don't mind if your wife dances around with a younger man?" I queried, trying to sound disinterested."When I saw you dancing tonight with that young man, it reminded me of that moment; how I felt then. And how lucky I am," he admitted wistfully.I was stunned. Ken didn't sound like I expected a husband of 20+ years; not jealous or possessive at all. He actually sounded happy for me."I did enjoy the attention; it made me feel young..." I confessed, then I turned to him, placing my head on his chest and listening to his breathing for a few long moments. "No, in fact, it was more than that," I taunted him, for some reason feeling the need to be completely honest with my husband. "I felt alive! On fire! Like I haven't felt in a long time. Sensual! Sexy! Reckless even! Just, really alive!"I braced myself for a verbal onslaught, Ken's bruised ego, a denial of my feelings, or arguments that I was just a middle-aged housewife lusting after a younger man. Since our wedding, our sexual drives were definitely mismatched. I was feeling it more and more lately, but I was increasingly unwilling to settle for less. I mentally prepared myself to fight back verbally against his inevitable resistance."I like it when you are alive," Ken whispered softly, "that's the whole point of an adventure." Then he kissed my forehead, rolled over, and closed his eyes. I was stunned. For a moment, I just lay there and let it sink in. Not mad? Not hurt? Not possessive? Did he just suggest that I take a lover? Have a fling?I sighed. Ken was a good man, after all. I couldn't cheat on my husband, behind his back, like a thief, or face a lifetime of knowing that I was deceitful, a liar, and unfaithful. Now, I felt like it was up to me.I curled up against the cold night air, and Ken put his arm around me. I snuggled in against his strong chest, the feeling of safety and familiarity making me feel peaceful, and I drifted off to sleep.Chapter 2: "Take a walk on the wild side." April takes a lover, but he takes her to an extreme, toying with her limits and her marriage. One wrong step and it might blow up in her face. I give into temptation.The music festival started the next day: people with long hair (even men!) and tie-dyed t-shirts, worn jeans and sandals arrived and milled about as the crowd grew. Booths selling food and T-shirts quickly popped up, people were dancing in the parking lot even before the music started. ; a real party. Then the bands took the stage, each one better than the last, the show was great, and the music was amazing. The bands played, and people danced and partied until late into the night. I kept looking out for Leo even as Ken and I danced and made our rounds of whatever food we might sample. It wasn't until very early the next day that we found our tent again and slept in until mid-afternoon. By mid-day Sunday, most of the crowd had left, and I noticed the Microbus was still here, along with a few random cars with out-of-state plates.There was also a tow truck with a sign on its side that red "Don's Towing and Repair Service" in faded lettering. I noticed it because Mike was talking to the driver, a rough but handsome man in his mid-30s. Wearing a shirt with the arms ripped off, dirty jeans, and chewing on a blade of grass. Mike saw me and waved, and then the both of them hurried off on some errand.Late afternoon, Ken and I were sitting by the creek to cool off when Leo and Deb came by. They waved, then stripped naked and ran into the creek, splashing and laughing, chasing each other around. Deb saw us and waved us over.I tugged Ken by the hand, saying, "Let's join them!" but he pulled back, shaking his head."Um, they're naked! I think they may want to be left alone," he said, absently.I sighed, exasperated. I was getting a little tired of his prudishness; it was holding me back. I also felt like Ken was hiding something, even though he liked showing me off, I think. He enjoyed the attention his wife was getting from younger men. And he relished the attention Deb was giving him too."Are you afraid of popping a boner in front of your big-boobed hippie girlfriend?" I teased him. Ken looked shocked. I had never talked like that before, but in fact, I was feeling much more adventurous since Ken interrupted Leo and me the other night.I kept going: "Do you like her boobs better than mine?" I asked, coyly. Ken shot me a puzzled look as if I were crazy. I arched my back and made my breasts as prominent as possible. "See? Mine are pretty nice too, maybe not as big, but still firm!" I said, proudly. Ken looked confused and embarrassed, so I pressed my advantage. I found that I liked embarrassing him. "Let's go ask Leo if he likes my boobs!" I said, stripping out of my swimsuit and leaping through the water naked to where Leo and Deb were. A moment later I heard Ken splashing right behind me.Leo and Deb had found a deep pocket of water and were sitting, the level just up to Deb's nipples. Leo smiled as I approached. Ken arrived a few seconds later, I think, to take my hand and pull me back to our tent, but I sat down too and let the cool water cover my boobs. Ken was standing nearby, still in his trunks, the water level just at his crotch.Deb stood up and went over to Ken, the clean water coursing off her boobs and skin. She grinned and said, "I'm glad you could join us!" Ken discretely averted his gaze. Deb rolled her eyes and chuckled at his modesty."Ken and I were talking about boobs," I said, jauntily. "He might want to compare his wife's to the competition!" I said. Ken's eyes shot daggers in my direction. Undeterred, I stood up, fully nude, and faced Deb. She grinned, and we both turned to Ken. "Which do you prefer?" I asked with false innocence.Leo laughed. "They are both beautiful, don't you think?" He lifted his eyebrow, turning to Ken, and then he took Deb's hand and spun her around in the water, showing her off. She seemed to relish the attention. I spun around and did a little sexy dance next to Ken, as if auditioning for him. I found myself getting aroused by making him uncomfortable. I know it was a little petty of me, but I caught Leo grinning each time I made Ken uncomfortable, and it was harmless, really. Leo whistled, admiring my form. Then Deb had Leo stand up, exposing his naked body and semi-hard cock, and made him turn around full circle. His tight ass, muscular body dripping water, and his cock was magnificent. I allowed myself to take a good look."Men are beautiful too, aren't they? Deb asked me. I nodded, and then I started to untie Ken's trunks. He moved to stop me, but I shot him a deadly look, and he relented. I tugged them down and exposed him. I just realized that I hadn't seen my husband's cock for, gosh, since we were young. Outside of a glimpse during his bath, or changing, I mean. He was still a handsome man, even with age; strong, muscled, much hairier than Leo, I noted. Deb whistled her approval, but Ken looked mortified, desperate to cover up. He sank into the water up to his neck, sulking. Regardless, we talked and splashed and goofed around. As the sun went down, we moved to our campsite, and Deb and Ken started a campfire. We set our wet clothes out to dry.The ever-present Mike appeared this time with Don following. Quick introductions were offered, and Don relayed that there were always opportunities to make a few dollars at these events for a good mechanic. Mike thanked him for fixing his motorcycle and introduced him to Ken.Leo sat alone on a log a little away from the fire. They were all in T-shirts and jean shorts but didn't seem to care that we were still semi-naked or wearing towels and drying off from the creek. Ken and Deb seemed to be deep in conversation about spices and mushrooms and whatever, but I did notice that Deb seemed intent on drawing his attention away, for some reason. By this time, we were all more comfortable with open nudity, even Ken, it seemed.I pulled out my old guitar and softly strummed a few chords. Leo produced a harmonica out of his back pocket amazingly and played a perfect accompaniment. It was one of those electric moments when everything, however unlikely, seemed to come together. I felt myself drawn to Leo; the longer we played, the more I desired him. It was almost an uncontrollable craving, and I felt dizzy.A few people wandered by, and of course, the girls looking were for Leo. Don wasted no time introducing himself and Mike to the girls. Leo looked up but didn't seem to care.To be continued in part 2, based on a post by mydeepsix, for Literotica.