The flings with the neighbor’s wife were fun while they lasted. But all good things come to an end.

Jerry’s company promoted him, and they had to move.

Well, it was time to volunteer for the youth summer camp my wife’s company provided. This year was a trip to a camping ground in the mountains.

There were some new kids and a few of the ones who attended last year. My gang had two new kids, and the others scared them by saying I was a mean old asshole.

We stayed in log cabins that involved a bit of an elevated walk to reach them, and another seven steps to reach the door.

Yeah, whoever made these made sure no little boys or girls would go window peeping. Talk about messing up a young teenager’s fun… right?

Jo Anna and Wendy made the trip, as we were the only counselors this time. A campsite ranger we called Ranger John had an agenda set up for us, such as hiking every day on nature trails, horseback riding, evening campfires, a lake with a floating platform to swim in, and all that a mountain retreat could offer.

He was twenty-five, just graduating a year before in forestry management, and attended firefighting classes in a couple of other states.

I caught Wendy eyeing him. She saw me and winked.

Wanna bet Wendy goes for it?

We checked out the grounds after settling in our cabins, and we had to tell the boys we would go swimming after lunch. They saw the lake and wanted to go swimming immediately after disembarking the bus.

The girls seemed more interested in their phones, although a few of them found the stables and petted the horses.

Everyone settled in quickly so they could go swimming. When the boys saw Wendy in her bikini, I’m sure a few had to hide their boners by remaining in waist-deep water or deeper until the rise abated.

I suppressed mine because the memory of the beach camp flashed in my memory.

Wendy enjoyed the attention and made sure the boys and I enjoyed the view.

She showed no proper lady form in the way she set her things down or laid out her towel. A few of the boys got peeps of her tits when her bra slipped when she pulled herself out of the water and onto the platform.

I don’t know for sure, but I think the privacy the shower stalls provided and the soap bars did a bit more than cleaning bodies that night in our cabin.

Later that evening, the new boys in my cabin were pranked the first night, so it was only fair that I assist in payback. Afterwards, I told the boys, “Revenge is served cold and especially unexpected.”

That seemed to settle the new boys down, because they were ready to pack it in and go home.

The next day, Ranger John took us on one of the shorter hiking trails, to gauge our stamina and to teach us the dangers and what to do when wild animals are nearby. 

Wendy looked sexy in her braless light-colored t-shirt, shorts and hiking boots. And the boys noted also, and it was a minor miracle none of them tripped and seriously hurt themselves. At least nothing more than a scraped knee and an ego or two.

Jo Anna kept up on the hike, but passed on the other hikes for the rest of the week.

I figured later that day, when Wendy put on one of her bikinis to go swim in the lake, there could be a run on a bar of soap in the private shower stalls in my cabin again. I noticed throughout the week, the boys seemed to take longer showers every evening.

I decided to plot the younger boy’s revenge this night.

Nothing serious, but let’s say a couple of the older boys almost shit in their underwear.

It happened that Ranger John had a large, tamed king snake. While we were getting ready to meet at the evening campfire, I told him about our prank. He asked the two younger boys to help him with some firewood.

Ranger John took the two boys over by his cabin and then handled the snake to get used to it and vice versa.

Later that night, the younger boys got the snake, slipped into the cabin unnoticed by the other boys, then tossed it onto them as they were sitting on a bunk talking.

The boys squealed like babies and ran out of the cabin.

The third day involved a longer hike, and this one made me reconsider my volunteering. It was roughly five miles and had what seemed more incline walking than decline.

 Although it was rough, we had a good time. And Wendy maintained her spell on the boy’s fantasies, especially when we hit the lake again.

Ranger John got lucky that night, as I saw Wendy leaving her cabin around midnight, well after the tired campers were asleep.

I happened to be looking out the bathroom window, while taking a leak, when I saw her clad in a long t-shirt slip into his cabin. I was tempted to go try and look but decided against it.

Thursday involved another short hike after breakfast, then a mid-morning horseback ride.

Wendy and Ranger John looked happy, but weary.

Jo Anna joined in on the trail ride and regaled those close enough to hear her talk about her grandfather’s ranch in Texas.

We stopped at a small creek that had fresh water from an upstream well feeding it. The water was cool, and the horses naturally stopped to take a drink.

While the horses took a break, we had a sack lunch, and I needed the break to help get my hips back into their natural position. As we were relaxing, one of the boys shouted out, “Look!” When everyone turned to look at what the boy was pointing at, we saw that one of the geldings was “hanging”.

All the kids laughed as Jo Anna said, “Oh! Dear!”

I had to laugh at her expression, too.

Well, the last day finally arrived, and everyone thanked Ranger John for a good time.

When we arrived back at Janice’s company, she was waiting for me, along with the kids’ parents in the front parking lot. Everyone was telling their parents about the trip and how much fun they had.

Janice asked me if I had fun, and I winked, “The question is, did you have any fun while I was away?”

She laughed and said, “Would you like to know?”

Yes.

Janice said nothing happened, as it was a relaxing week all to herself. But she said she was ready to go out to someplace nice to eat later that evening.

The local casino had a highly rated, and expensive restaurant Janice wanted to try. We had to dress up a bit, but the food was good.

We hit the gaming room after dinner, found a spot at one of the bars and ordered drinks. We chatted about our week and Janice wanted to know about Wendy.

She laughed when I told her about the boy’s reactions when Wendy wore her bikini.

After I ordered a second round of drinks, I excused myself to the men’s room.

There was a bit of a wait, but after a few minutes, I started to return to Janice.

As I was leaving the men's room, I saw a guy come up next to her. I noticed she smiled at him, so I waited to see what would happen.

The guy ordered himself a drink, and as he waited, he struck up a conversation.

Janice was wearing a dark blue dress that showed part of her shapely thighs and a bit of cleavage. It's something I’ve seen her wear out on occasion. It makes her attractive without being over conservative.

Now, I know the guy saw her wedding ring, but I guess it didn’t matter. Or perhaps he was a co-worker. I let them converse for a few moments, noticing Janice smiling as he spoke to her.

The bartender returned with his drink and he paid, so I decided to return to Janice.

As I approached, the guy nodded, and I assumed he knew I was the husband, and he left.

I asked Janice if she knew the guy and she said no, “He was just some guy.”

I picked up my drink from the bar, took a sip, “Maybe I should have stayed away.”

“Why's that?” Janice asked as she finished her drink.

“He could have bought your next round,” I laughed.

“Yes, and he could have expected something in return, too!” Janice laughed.

“Well, I suppose it would be the right thing to do. What would you give in return?”

“If he’s handsome enough, maybe the same thing you’re expect to get later,” Janice dared.

I bought another round for us and as we walked around the casino, I noticed Janice looking around, perhaps for the guy. I didn’t see him the rest of the night, but I wasn’t really looking for him.

We sat at a video poker game and as I played, Janice’s attention was elsewhere.

The drinks had kicked in a bit, and after a while, we began checking out the people, because I’d lost twenty dollars.

I told Janice, “Let’s make a dare.”

She turned, “What kind of dare?”

“I say we return next Friday night, and you come in alone. Then I’ll come in about ten minutes later. We’ll meet at the bar,” I teased.

“Oh, so you think nobody will hit on me?” Janice smiled.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind. But I bet you will have someone within ten minutes. If not, you win,” I dared her.

Janice smiled, “This will be an easy bet. I can shun anyone off and win.”

“Ah, not so fast. If I walk in and see you so much as talking to anyone, I win,” I replied.

“But how will I know you saw me?”

“I’ll take a picture.”

“Fair, so what’s the prize?” Janice smiled as she took the last sip of her drink.

“I’ll think about it, but let’s make the prize an expensive one,” I laughed.

We talked about what the winner would get and agreed we would decide what the prize would be after whoever won the bet. And ordering a drink from the bartender wouldn’t count as conversation, although they do chat.

Well, when we got home, Janice made up for the week of no sex.

When the night of our bet rolled around, Janice picked out a short red dress that showed her thighs, well rounded cleavage and ass. To my surprise, she wore a matching red velvet collar and an ankle bracelet.

I looked closely at the bracelet, because one of the charms had a heart that appeared to be a spade from a distance.

From a distance, it would have been hard to tell. I wondered if Janice would have worn a spade charm.

“You will lose the bet,” I laughed as I dropped Janice off at the entrance. “I’ll see you at the bar in ten minutes.”

“You’ll lose, so don’t get your hopes up. I expect to win, and this is going to cost you big!” Janice teased before she closed the car door.

I watched her for a moment as she walked to the entrance, noting a few guys and a married couple check her out, before I drove off to park the car.

As I walked to the entrance, I thought about baiting Janice and asking someone to go chat with her. I would walk up on them and win. I’m sure I could manage to find someone. But it’s likely most people would think I’m a kook.

But Janice was set up to lose. She set herself up when she got dressed.