The glow from my monitor was the only light in the room. I sat, eyes transfixed, and silently pondered the message open before me. My heart raced, spurred on by the promise of a new adventure.
Sure he seemed like a great guy, but at first glance they all do. Paula and I had found his stories first, reading them together and revelling in their raw honesty. Time and again, we always seemed to find ourselves going back for more.
It wasn't long before we started exchanging messages with him. We talked often, the three of us. I loved the ease of it, how effortlessly the conversations just flowed. We talked about anything and everything.
As it turns out, we all loved a good dare. I still remember that first night of dares, and how thrilling it was to be dared to strip naked in my yard and walk slowly to the back fence. My wife sat on the patio, snapping a few pics as proof that the dare had in fact been completed.
Weeks had passed since that night. We now talked with Chris on a daily basis, as long as circumstances permitted. We had become very close in that short time, sharing so many details of our personal lives - names, addresses, phone numbers, careers, family.
Despite this closeness we had found together, the message in front of me still shocked me a little. He wanted to meet us. He planned on staying at a campground near the small community where we lived. His message promised beer, cigarettes, and stimulating conversation - no strings attached.
I didn't know how Paula would react. She always seemed to be my guiding light, my voice of reason. I was elated to learn that she was as eager to meet with him as I was. After all, with no strings attached, why not meet in person and see if the sparks still fly?
Time seemed to fast forward. The days blurred and ran together as we raced toward that day where we would finally meet. Even still, I could hardly wait. Neither Paula or myself had ever been quite so intrigued by anyone, or so eager to share a lover.
We met him on a Sunday afternoon . As promised, we had brought supper; chicken, baked potatoes, and green beans. He didn't disappoint either, with both his fridge and cooler stocked with ice cold beer.
We drank and dined together and shared countless laughs. It was like meeting with an old friend after years apart. After supper, beer, and cigarettes; any doubts we might have had about one another had melted away. It was soon time to leave for home and put our children to bed.
There was no doubt. Paula and I wanted, maybe even needed, to see him again. My cock twitched with anticipation at the thought, and the wetness I found under her skirt silently confirmed her agreement.
Paula had a few days booked off from work, and I was easily convinced to phone in sick for work the next morning. As soon as the school bus pulled away, we were on our way back to the campground.
The asphalt turned to gravel under our wheels as we left the highway and started down the long lane way into the campground. Before long, the three of us again sat with beer in hand, all wondering what events the day would bring.
We had picked a great day. We spent the rest of the morning, and most of the afternoon, sitting in lawn chairs and admiring the beautiful summer day. We flirted constantly. Chris and I sat with our shorts unbuttoned, and Paula occasionally flashed her breasts, or a peek of her panties from under her skirt.
Before it was time to leave for home to collect our children from school, Paula disappeared into Chris's trailer. When she returned, she had removed her panties and pressed them into Chris's hand.
As we stood before him ready to leave, I freed Paula's tits from her top and gently massaged them while he watched. She invited Chris to join us at our house that night after the kids went to bed. He agreed, and we hastily said our goodbyes.
As we drove home to wait for the school bus, I slipped a finger inside my wife's pussy. She moaned and ground her slit against my hand. She was as wet and excited as I had ever seen her. My cock ached and strained inside my shorts, wanting the sun to go down and the evening to begin.
That evening was a whirlwind of activity. Paula and I busied ourselves with the usual household routines. Supper was made, dishes were cleaned, and homework was finished. Soon the children were tucked into their beds, and the moon was climbing high into the sky.
Chris's truck pulled into the driveway, and Paula and I greeted him at the door. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, the sky clouding over and a cold rain beginning to fall.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and a peel of thunder, everything going very quiet and very dark. Chris helped me set up the generator and string out some electrical cords, powering up pumps in the basement.
The three of us found ourselves in the living room, sitting in near darkness with only a few candles lighting up the darkened room. The sexual tension was thick in the air. We all wondered what might happen next.
Chris and Paula sat on opposite ends of the couch, with me sitting across from them in a large armchair. I got up, excusing myself to go for a cigarette. As I passed by the pair on the couch, I again freed Paula's breasts from her top, and without a word I disappeared outside onto the patio.
When I returned from my smoke, Paula and Chris had slid closer together on the couch. His hands roamed over her breasts and she in turn stroked the bulge in his shorts. Even in the dim light, I could see his cock straining against the fabric.
They both commented that I should give up my chair and take a seat with them on the couch. I refused, stating that I should continue to keep an eye on them from my vantage point across the room. I was trying to appear calm and cool, but by now my own hardness was begging for attention.
I told Paula to take Chris's cock out so I could watch her stroke him. She was quick to oblige. Chris was also not wasting any time, hiking Paula's skirt up to expose her dripping wet pussy.
I began to slowly tug my own cock, watching as Chris first squeezed one hard nipple and then the other. I was mesmerized as I watched his other hand making its way up Paula's thigh, brushing his fingertips against her swollen lips. Her moan made me quiver with excitement, but I didn't leave my seat and join them on the couch until Chris's fingers gently spread her lips, slipping inside of her.
I nearly sprang from my chair, suddenly so excited and unable to wait and watch any longer.