Lumberblack

"So who is going to say it?" I joked, somewhat nervously,

Katie blushed, "I was hoping it would go unsaid."

"Maybe we didn't need to bring your friend, after all." I almost couldn't believe my own words, a strange propulsion driving my thoughts and comments.

My wife's blush deepened, but I saw a certain liveliness in her eyes.

"I know you find him attractive. It's okay." I continued.

Katie nodded, smiling, "He's hot."

I felt another, horrifyingly strong flush of excitement.

We took an afternoon nap to catch up on the missed sleep from the previous evening, and eventually woke refreshed. Katie was skimming through some pictures on her phone, and it reminded me to pull out one of the portable battery chargers we had brought.

"I'm kind of hungry." She whined, and I quickly realized I was as well.

Dusk was approaching, and I exited the tent to begin to fumble around with the fire starter, before a deep voice boomed from behind me.

"I'll take care of that." It was Mark, who was conveniently returning from his afternoon outing. I couldn't help but feel a strange excitement over his return. Just what did I expect to happen?

I heard myself acquiesce, "That'll work for me."

He chuckled, "Remind me to fix that tent of yours as well."

I shrugged, as if I knew better, "I think its alright for now."

"Suit yourself." He replied, and within an instant of crouching and doing god knows what with his hands, a fire was raging in the pit.

Katie eventually made her way out from the tent, still dressed in her lycra hiking (running) gear. Both her top and her shorts hugged her curves pleasantly, and I knew Mark would be stealing glances where he could. Hell, I was myself. I found it strange how intently I was paying attention to Marks interactions with my wife. I wasn't a jealous man, but something about the way the two of them interacted was obviously captivating, especially with that unspoken fantasy lingering.

"Heck of a fire you got going." Katie offered, innocently.

"Just a fire." He replied, as if starting a fire was no different than breathing to the man. I think he realized he might have come across as rude, and added, "Your husband will learn in no time flat." It wasn't the best feeling having another capable man leading us, but I admitted to myself there was no shame in being a rookie. Katie and I were both new to this.

Eventually the three of us sat around the pit, Mark heating up some kind of rice dish that was wrapped in tinfoil, while Katie and I munched on some bagged, and canned, food.

"So Mark." I eventually began, "What's your story?"

Mark was chewing a bite of his food, and swallowed before replying, "Not much to tell, really. Was born a couple hours from here, family lives around these parts. I live in a small town about forty-five minutes away, work as a mechanic for a Ford dealership. Usually try to get out and fish around here when I can, maybe play some golf when I can afford it." He paused, taking another bite of food. He asked, with his mouth full, "What about y'all?"

I was eager in my response, "We both work in finance up in New York. I'm kind of in trading, as a consultant of sorts, and Katie works for a lender. We met a few years out of college, and hit it off. Been married for about seven years now. Things are a bit busy with our careers, but we try and find time to take a break. Like now, for instance."

Mark finished another bite, replying, "Sounds pretty impressive."

I realized that back home I was so used to telling people what Katie and I did for a living, that I didn't stop to think about how awkwardly it might translate down here. Katie swooped in, however, saving us from the impending silence.

"What about you Mark. Are you married, or?"

He shook his head, "Nah. Couple of them been after me here or there but I ain't too interested in most around women around here." He added, "Why? You got some city girls you can set me up with as gorgeous as you?"

I felt a flush run through me as he made his attraction to my wife obvious. Katie laughed, diffusing any potential tension, "Maybe I do! But unfortunately, as you can see, I didn't bring any with me."

"Just my luck." Mark jokingly replied, smiling again at Katie.

I couldn't help but feel like there was some serious flirting going on between the two of them, their eyes catching one another's quite often. There was an unfamiliar, strange tension in the air, almost sexual. It was strangely palpable, strangely embarrassing, and even more strangely - exciting.

The last vestiges of my jealousy interjected, and I heard myself say, "I think one thing we might have in common is golf. I try to play when I can, not nearly as much as I'd like to."

"I hear ya." Mark replied, "What's your handicap looking like?"

I thought for a moment, answering, "Maybe around a fifteen right now, back in college might have been closer to a seven or an eight."

"Not bad not bad, I'm right around there." Mark seemed somewhat impressed with something I had to say, probably for the first time.

He leaned over and reached into one of his sacks, pulling out a small bottle of Jack Daniels. Before he could pour himself a drink I interjected, "You enjoy scotch ever?"

He looked up at me, nodding, "You bet. Don't normally bring it with me out here, but I'm a scotch guy when I can be."

I replied, "Well, I was stupid enough to bring something fancy out here. It's aged, and its smooth. Would you like some?"

Mark replied, "Hell yeah I'd like some."

I felt glad to be able to offer him some, and poured him a healthy serving, right into his mug. "Appreciate it." He nodded towards me, before taking a sip.

He sat in silence for a second, eventually swallowing. "God damn it. That's unreal."

Katie and I both laughed.

We continued to talk about our lives, sports, entertainment, everything. We all enjoyed quite a bit of my scotch along the way. At one point during the evening I had to hop up and take a piss. When I returned, I heard Katie tipsily and enthusiastically discussing Marks appearance.

"What's the big deal? John thought the same thing! You remind us of a lumberjack. It's not an insult, if anything - its a compliment." Katie perhaps realized that she was behaving slightly inappropriately, and abruptly paused her train of thought while showing some shade of blush on her rosy cheeks.

"You see many black lumberjacks do you?" Mark teased, retroactively easing my earlier presumption.

"I suppose that part is a bit different." Katie replied with a flirty smile.

"You are damn beautiful Katie, just had to say." Mark suddenly admitted, looking deep into her eyes. He seemed unconcerned with my response to his rather brazen remark.

Katie's eyes widened, and I could see her soaking in his compliment. She blushed, glancing in my direction. Mark noticed, and looked over at me as well. He spoke without malice, but also without shame, "No offense there John, but if you weren't here I'd be trying to get this beautiful specimen of a woman to sleep in my tent tonight." He smiled, adding, "I feel kinda bad about saying that since you were so nice in sharing that scotch with me."

His words hit me in the deepest recesses of my perverted mind, the scotch seemingly having its influence on me as well. I replied with a comment that surely pushed our fantasy even closer to the brink. "No worries, Mark. If I wasn't here, I'm sure she'd join you. You're just her type."

The expression on my wife's face turned to one of shock, and then embarrassment, and then intrigue. She buried her face in her hands, giggling.

Marks expression was stoic, and he pressed her, "Is that true?"

My wife stood up quickly, teasing him, "Maybe."

I think he was satisfied with what he had heard, relishing in the revelation of our response. He deftly moved to change the subject, perhaps not wanting to wear out his welcome to early on, "What are y'all looking to get into tomorrow?"

Katie and I exchanged a glance, "Probably more hiking." I replied. Nodding in agreement, Katie added, "I could really go for a shower though - or I guess a bath." She smirked, quickly remembering that there were obviously no showers in the vicinity.

"This bank of the lake is clear and good for that sort of thing. I'd wait til morning though, ain't many critters in there but best to be able to see what you're doing." Mark offered, wisely.

We eventually said our goodnights, and headed into our respective tents.

"You sleep tight now." Mark offered with a smile. Though he seemingly said it to us both, he was looking directly at Katie. I couldn't help but notice her lingering stare in his direction. I also couldn't help but feel that strange sort of sexual tension yet again.

After refreshing in our tent and laying down to rest, Katie snuggled up against me. "I'm horny." She whispered. Before I could even react to the comment she swung her leg over my lap and straddled me. It didn't take long for my dick to stir awake as she gently ground her mound into my crotch. Katie pulled her panties to the side and used her hand to lead me into her. As my dick entered my wife I noticed that she was surprisingly wet, and I immediately knew why.

"Fuck me hard baby." She whined, clearly aroused and needing satisfaction. She always got horny when she drank, but she was even more animated than usual. I knew Mark was on her mind. Truthfully, and shamefully, the thought of him with my wife was on my mind as well.

I grabbed her waist and began thrusting upwards as best I could. She peeled off her shirt and her beautiful tits spilled out, the lantern light casting sexy shadows across her feminine frame as she rode me. Katie moaned, grinding into me with vigor.

"We should probably keep it down." I shushed.

She smiled, leaning down and kissing me, all while riding me hard. It was no use, my balls were already boiling. She put her finger up to my lips, "Shh. Just fuck me."

I'm not sure why I said it, but I did. "He sure got your motor going, didn't he. He's really is a perfect match for your fantasy." I shamefully probed. Strange mental images suddenly and frighteningly flashed through my mind, my wife and Mark wrapped up and naked in his tent, her moans echoing through the woods. The sudden and striking intensity of the visual disturbed me.

Katie's eyes shone with a strange consideration, and she corrected me. "You mean our fantasy."

My heart skipped a beat as her correction also served as an admission, she continued, "He's much more attractive than the guy at the Marriott."

It was a few months back, when we decided to take our budding fantasy to the street and push things even further (despite our better judgement). We went out for drinks on one Friday evening, and decided to spice things up by pretending to be strangers. It's something we had wanted to try for a few months, but had always ended up chickening out before going through with it. My heart raced every time Katie was approached at the bar. It was harrowing to watch even an average guy attempt to court her, which was inevitable given how beautiful she appeared. Eventually, almost as if fate was at play, a larger black gentleman made his move, and flirtatiously engaged my wife over the course of an hour. I watched in turmoil and deep arousal as they danced, his large hands clutching at her feminine body. She would shoot me intense glances from across the room, eyes hinting at wanting more. My mind raced, perverted thoughts wanting to see him take her up to his room, desperate thoughts wanting to see her run from him and return to me.

We had our ground rules, and despite how perversely intoxicating the thought of the unspeakable seemed, we both wanted to take things slow. She eventually escaped his clutches, and made her way over to me, her hair a mess and her skin clammy from the dancing.

"He knows." She spoke, sliding in next to me.

"What do you mean he knows? I thought we agreed not to say anything." I replied, somewhat stunned, and very much embarrassed.

Katie kissed me passionately, "I didn't say anything. He noticed us constantly looking at each other like a couple of teenagers and called me on it."

I looked up at the man, and he smiled easily, waving in my direction.

"He invited me up to his room." She kissed me again, before quenching my impending explosion with reassurance, "I told him I couldn't."

"This is insane." I breathed. "I'm not ready to take that step." A nervous embarrassment was still coursing through me.

"Neither am I." She admitted, before adding, "Besides, he's not really my type. He does want one more dance, though."

"Okay." I replied, breathless. She kissed me again, and I could taste the passion on her lips.

I watched her return to him, this time their dance carrying even more perverse excitement as the three of us knew the dynamic at hand. I couldn't believe my eyes, nor my deep arousal, as I watched my wife in the arms of the large dark stranger. The man eventually returned her to me, Katie's face glowing. He reached out and shook my hand. His grip was firm, and his palm large.

"Thanks for letting me borrow lovely Katie here." His voice was deep, but not unfriendly.

"My pleasure, and maybe some of hers." I managed to quip.

"I hope you two find what you're looking for.." He smiled, adding, "Whats your name?"

"John." I replied.

"Well John. Forgive me for being crass, but I want you to know that I'm going to spend the rest of my night fantasizing about fucking your beautiful wife."

With that, he turned and left the bar.

To say our sex was torrid that night, would be the understatement of the century. Even more monumental, was our realization that we both wanted to take the next step. We both finally knew that we wanted it to happen for real. What an insane prospect!

Back in the tent, as the the breath of Katie's words tickled my ear, and her large breasts mashed into my chest, her pussy smothering me all the while - I began to lose control. That absurd mental imagine of my wife in the arms of the black woodsman flashed back into view. To my horror, I asked, "Is Mark your type?"

She smiled, nodding, "He's definitely my type."

Another perverted mental image flashed through my mind, and I lost control, cumming to depraved thoughts. "Oh nooo! John, not yet!" Katie whined, as her perfect pussy milked me dry.

My balls twitched along with my legs, my voice apologetic "I'm s-sorry babe. I don't know whats wrong with me."

She rolled off me, pouting. "I know whats wrong with you." She giggled, adding, "You're just going to have to recharge so we can try again in a minute. I need it bad."

It was then that I thought I heard some movement from outside of our tent, almost like footsteps on the ground, but I couldn't have been sure. I listened intently for a time, hearing nothing else.

"I can't believe you came so quickly." Katie teased in a whisper, kissing my cheek. "You never finish that fast." She kissed me again, adding knowingly, "What were you thinking about?"

A heat developed on my face, and she could sense my embarrassment, pressing me, "It's okay. I want to know."

I admitted, "You already know."

She kissed me again, before adding, "Can I say something without you getting mad?"

"Of course." I replied, my nerves still firing.

"I find him very attractive, very masculine, and - I think, I want him to be the one." Her words were a scathing whisper, a brutal embarrassment, an impossible turn on.

My own words were absent, my mind blank, and my stomach sinking. I couldn't process the admission. My wife was willing, no - wanting, to let another man take her to bed! I suddenly felt her lips on my own, and an impossible excitement suddenly coursing through my veins. My wife spoke, "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied, between more kisses, terrified of where we were headed next.

The following morning it had appeared that Mark headed out early. Katie and I decided to don our swim suits and soaped up and bathed down at the lake. We had seen another trail on our walk yesterday that interested us, and decided to utilize the day to explore that.

Before we packed up, Katie offered a conversational starter, "Do we need to talk about last night?"

Every time the subject was broached, no matter the current atmosphere, my excitement was undeniable - as was my trepidation. I managed a reply, "I just can't believe we are actually at the precipice of -" I wasn't even sure how to finish the sentence.

"Neither can I." My wife responded, gently.

"You're sure he's the one?" I replied, embarrassed by the question, and moreso by the reality of it. I had struggled with this part of the fantasy for as long as I had relished in it. It was difficult to admit that I wanted to step back and allow another man to have my wife. At the same time, that taboo submission also played a part in the larger, mind melting, proposition.

She blushed, the conversation about selecting a potential lover a new one for us. "He's tall, and masculine, and handsome, and I feel like he wants me."

Her words were stunning, cutting, and arousing.

"Everyone wants you." I replied, almost in disbelief.

"He's only the one if you want him to be the one." Katie replied, swinging her backpack around her shoulders.

"We are on vacation, and a long way from home." I heard myself admitting. "I can't believe what a pervert of a husband I am, for even considering this."

Katie leaned up and kissed my cheek, patting my belly in the process. "We've been through this more times than I can count. There are millions of couples that are into this. You aren't a pervert." She smiled, adding, "Well, you aren't that big of a pervert."

I truly don't know where the train of thought, let alone where the comment came from, but I heard myself joke, "Maybe I'll let you sleep in his tent tonight, like he asked, if you behave." Deep down I knew it wasn't a joke at all, and a chill ran down my spine.

Despite our loaded conversation to start, it was a fun hike, the two of us continuing to realize just how much we enjoyed the activity, and agreeing that to do it more often, "We need to make this a thing." Katie insisted, with my complete agreement, though I wasn't sure how easy that would be given where we lived.

Unfortunately, while returning back to our camp Katie took a bad misstep, and sprained the hell out of her ankle. I was actually very worried at first, but she quickly assuaged my concerns.

"I'm okay." She spoke, sensing my panic. She was seemingly more embarrassed than hurt. She wiped her palms on her shorts to get the dirt and dust away.

Luckily it wasn't trip ending, but I knew she needed to sit the rest of the day out. She leaned on me and we hobbled back to camp, where I cursed myself for not bringing a substantial first aid kid with us. "Rookie mistake." I complained, remembering that we didn't have really anything other than tiny band-aids in our packs.

"Maybe Mark has something." Katie encouraged, staying positive. She looked at me with a certain gleam in her eyes, and I felt that now familiar knot in my stomach.

It was early afternoon when he returned, and he seemed to have brought the formation of some rain clouds with him.

"Looks like it's going to storm tonight. You both are in for a proper camping experience now." Before he could continue, he noticed Katie's bootless foot, and no doubt her inflamed ankle.

"Oh no. Took a spill, gorgeous?" He asked.

I nodded, answering for her, "Unfortunately, just a missed step. And I guess I was stupid enough to forget a first aid kit."

"I should have remembered too." Katie added, lovingly willing to take some of the blame.

Mark replied, "No worries. I can dress that up for you."