Nick Bryant looked up from the small aluminum pot perched atop the spindly arms of his portable stove. “Water is almost ready,” he commented with a grin.
“Great, I am starving!” came the enthusiastic reply of his wife, Tina, as she produced a pair of two-serving dehydrated meal pouches.
Nick gave the brunette a side-eye. “What did you pick for us?”
Tina rolled her eyes. “Three cheese macaroni and beef stroganoff,” she declared. “We are carb loading.”
Her husband chuckled in affirmation and began adding boiling water to the pouches. “Give them a few minutes,” he stated as he stirred, “and dinner will be served.”
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As the couple wolfed down surprisingly tasty rehydrated food from their silicone bowls, Nick found himself smiling in contentment. Yes, the collapsible chair he was perched on wasn’t exactly the definition of comfort, and sure, the food probably only tasted as good as it did thanks to the ten plus miles he had hiked while carrying thirty plus pounds of gear on his back… but there was something to be said for sharing the solitude of nature with his favorite person on the entire planet.
Today was day one of the Bryant’s second ever backpacking trip. The pair had been hiking for a little more than three years now, ever since Tina had decided that she had developed a sudden interest in the outdoors in her mid-thirties. Truth be told, Nick had really expected his wife to go on two or three hikes before deciding that this just wasn’t for her; while he himself had done a little camping and hiking as a child, Tina’s outdoors experience had almost completely been limited to what she had seen from her parents’ camper as a girl, and she had never expressed any desire to change that.
Until that day a few years ago.
But the outdoors had awakened something in the pretty brunette, and Nick was hardly one to stand in the way of his wife’s happiness. He did genuinely enjoy nature, after all, even if he probably wouldn’t have chosen to explore it quite as much as Tina seemed to want to do. The couple found themselves chasing waterfalls, climbing boulders, soaking in overlooks; they tried to find a way to get outdoors at least once a month. The outdoors spoke to Tina’s very soul, helped her to center, to melt off the stress of daily life in a way that nothing else had ever done. Quality hiking boots quickly became a must; after a year of dragging around budget model backpacks from Target, they had splurged on Osprey day packs, which proved to be eye-opening in terms of comfort.
Nick would never dream of complaining about Tina’s enthusiasm, as he had come to realize that hiking was more than just a solace to her personally; it was also perhaps the best thing that the Bryants had ever discovered in their marriage. The chance to spend hours alone together encouraged them to talk and share in ways that they had really never done in the past. As a result, he felt closer to his wife than he ever had in his life.
A year or so ago, Tina had started talking about taking things to the next level, of going into the “real” wilderness, of wanting to take backpacking trips instead of just doing day hikes like they had done so far. Nick found himself researching the gear they would need for such a thing; a tent light enough to carry in a pack, an inflatable pad to provide a sliver of comfort (as well as insulation from the ground), a tiny stove and the fuel it required, a hatchet for firewood; on and on the list seemed to go. When Christmas rolled around, he surprised his wife with a new pair of Osprey packs – much larger, naturally, than their day packs – as well as the various gear they would need to survive for at least a couple of nights under the stars.
The way that her emerald eyes danced when she opened those gifts made Nick feel like Santa Claus and Superman rolled into one.
Now, as the couple sat near the fire, Nick noticed his wife scooting her chair – a precarious operation, given the way the chairs were constructed – closer to the fire.
“Feeling chilly?” he asked with a grin, though he already knew the answer. Tina was cold-natured at the best of times, and while the March evening was far from freezing, it was certainly rather cool now that the couple had been sitting still for a while after sunset.
Tina rolled her eyes. “Of course I am!” she exclaimed. “I’m going to try to enjoy the fire for a little while, mister, but you had better be ready to share some of the body heat with me soon! I might not make it otherwise!”
Nick chuckled in response. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let you freeze,” he promised.
She was playing it cool, but her husband knew what Tina meant – when she mentioned “body heat”, she wasn’t simply talking about cuddling up in their shared sleeping bag. Tina had decided that sex helped warm her up; no matter how tired she might be after a day of hiking, she always wanted sex before they went to sleep. And for that matter, she tended to want it other times on these trips, as well.
Sometimes, it might be in the tiny little tent first thing in the morning. Sometimes, it might be bent over a convenient log. Sometimes, a particularly spectacular view might be what got her juices flowing. Whatever the exact circumstance, Nick found that backpacking really pushed his wife’s sex drive into another gear – not that he was complaining. No, his reaction was quite to the contrary; seeing Tina wanting him so much made sore feet, tired shoulders, and dehydrated food all prices well worth paying.
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“Come on, don’t keep me waiting,” the naked woman inside of the sleeping bag whined. “I need your heat, baby. Your special heat,” she added with a sultry tone.
“I’ll be right there, sexy,” Nick replied as he dug inside of a pouch, finally producing a small square of foil before moving to crawl into the sleeping bag beside his wife. As he did so, she frowned.
“Baby, you don’t need that tonight – it’s a safe day,” she stated. Then, her expression grew even more sultry. “Besides,” she added, “I need all of the heat from you I can get. Don’t waste that cum in a yucky rubber,” she pled with puppy dog eyes.
She didn’t have to ask Nick twice. Quickly, he discarded the package and positioned his hard cock at the mouth of his wife’s already slick vagina. She might have been cold, he mused as he slid his six inches inside of her, but part of her was certainly hot…
As she purred beneath him, one arm wrapping behind his back while the other hand slipped through his hair, Nick suddenly found it difficult to focus on any other thoughts.
While the Bryants made love inside the tiny tent, the cool wind blew softly through the trees around them.
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Nick and Tina had what he considered to be an excellent marriage, though like most strong couples, it had taken real work and commitment to build it. They had met in college during Tina’s freshman year; at first, Nick had been oblivious to the pretty brunette’s true desires, thinking that with her well-earned wholesome image, she certainly viewed him as a friend only. No matter how hard she flirted with him, Nick never seemed to comprehend that she was truly interested.
That all changed one summer afternoon when they had been walking together, but found themselves scampering for shelter from a freak rainstorm. While they were closely huddled closely under an overhang to avoid the rain, Tina had interrupted their small talk to fix him with those emerald eyes.
“Nick,” she asked directly, “do you think I’m attractive?”
Always a bit shy and lacking in self-confidence, the young man found himself stumbling for a reply. “Sure! I mean, of course I do, but…” he fumbled.
“Well then,” Tina replied, reaching down to take his hand, “why don’t you ever make a move?” With that question, she pulled Nick’s hand up and placed it directly on her left breast.
As the adrenaline raced through his body, Nick stumbled for words. The look on the beautiful brunette’s face said it all, however, so the young man took a chance – the chance that Tina had been waiting weeks for him to finally take – as he leaned in to kiss her.
As the raindrops reflected off of the ground to splatter against their ankles, the kiss quickly grew from awkward and unsure to passionate and charged with emotion.
It was right there, in that rain, that Nick knew this was the woman he would marry.
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The pair dated through college, marrying soon after Tina graduated. Nick went into IT, while Tina pursued a career in nursing. After a few years, they had a son; then two years later, they had another.
After the second baby was born, Tina at first moved to a flexi position – basically only scheduling herself to a minimum of shifts at the hospital – but over time, she began to realize that she hated being away from the boys. After some in-depth discussions, the Bryants decided that Nick was making enough money between his day job and his sideline web development business to allow Tina to transition to being a stay-at-home mom.
While this made her much happier overall compared to when she was working, it did have the unfortunate side effect of putting a major damper on their sex life. Tina came to view herself almost entirely as a mother, and both the frequency and variety of their sex life took major hits.
It didn’t help that Tina had always struggled with a complicated relationship with sex. She had grown up in an extremely conservative home, with parents who totally ignored the topic of sex altogether and held quite a few narrow-minded, outdated views, including several around race. While she never heard any overtly racist statements at home, she was taught that race mixing was not a desirable thing even at a social level; the concept of dating someone of a different race would have never crossed her mind.
Television and music were closely monitored and controlled in Tina’s childhood home; any sort of content that could be deemed as even slightly risqué was completely forbidden. The church she attended pushed the idea that sex was for procreation only, and the topic was by and large viewed as sinful for any other reason – even inside of marriage. As a result, sex was a subject full of taboo and shame for Tina.
Even so, the young woman had a fairly high sex drive, with strong desires. She gave her virginity to Nick soon after they started dating; while she truly did enjoy sex with her boyfriend, the self-applied shame that had been so ingrained into her psyche would sometimes cause bumps in their relationship road.
Things actually got better for a time after the couple wed. Tina was able to set aside most of the stigma around sex; after all, Nick was her husband. But when the babies were born and the couple decided that they probably didn’t want any more children, the old shame began creeping back into Tina’s mind. In some ways, Tina being at home was probably even worse for their sex life, as she seldom had regular contact with any adults beyond her husband; the boys organically grew to become the focus of her entire life.
She never consciously thought much about it, but she was a mother, now. Mothers took care of children. Mothers certainly didn’t act like sluts! Of course, her husband had needs as all men did, so she did her wifely duties, but she almost never seemed to find the drive to initiate sex or to seek any sort of sex acts beyond basic missionary intercourse.
Nick had purchased a few sex toys over the years, thinking to encourage Tina to explore her own sexuality without pressure when she was alone, but while she would tolerate him using a toy on her if he absolutely insisted, she never once showed any interest in solo play; indeed, she viewed masturbation as a complete non-starter. No, Tina seemed content to limit sex to missionary just often enough to keep him from losing his mind, but actual interest was almost utterly nonexistent for her.
This went on for quite a few years until one day, Nick had taken all he could bear. One Saturday night after the kids were asleep, he sat his wife down and let the pain and isolation and resentment pour out of him. He had not signed up for a life without passion, nor for a wife without desire. He missed the woman he used to know, and was at his limits living with what amounted to a roommate with occasional limited benefits.
Tina cried ugly tears at his words, but to Nick’s surprise, she wiped them away, sunk to her knees, and took her husband’s penis into her mouth – one of the few times that had ever happened since the boys had been born. To her credit, this was no perfunctory blowjob, no chore to endure; Tina sucked him like it was the most important thing in the world to her, and Nick had the strongest orgasm he had enjoyed in years.
That night in bed, she snuggled up on her husband’s chest and cried again. She confessed the feelings she had dealt with, agreed that she had changed – and not in a good way – and promised to make Nick and their sex life a priority going forward.
Tina proved to be as good as her word… and more. She got back to wearing lingerie on a regular basis. She made oral sex – both giving and receiving – a part of their sex life again. She made sure that sex happened on most days, made it a point to initiate far more often, to explore more positions and more variety. She even dusted off the old toy box, played with her husband and a vibrator from time to time, although she did never seem to develop any interest in solo play.
The two of them both worked quite a bit more on communication; in the midst of their talks, they realized that another part of Tina’s problem was that she had put on weight after the boys, and her confidence had taken a hit due to that fact. She further realized that she was often irritable, as well; after speaking to the doctor, she decided to go off of the pill, and in the space of a few weeks, enjoyed a night and day type difference in her life.
The Bryants found that without the hormones, Tina’s mood improved dramatically, and her libido began to skyrocket. Between the removal of the pill and a newfound commitment to exercise, the weight began to melt away. Soon, Tina no longer had to work to make sure that sex was a priority; her own desires grew to easily be as strong as those of her husband.
Yes, she still had some of the old childhood shame and taboo floating around in her head, but she made it a point to consciously reject those thoughts any time that they occurred, and Nick was extremely supportive and understanding in her efforts to do so.
Of course, they now had to be careful to not get pregnant. Tina tried an IUD, but she couldn’t seem to stop bleeding, so she had to have it removed three months later. Fortunately, she did enjoy an extremely regular cycle, so the Bryants were able to settle in to using condoms during risky times of the month, with Nick only coming inside of her on known safe days.
While Nick didn’t love condoms, it was better than risking pregnancy. They talked about a vasectomy, but neither of them were quite ready to say “absolutely no babies again ever”, so condoms were the reasonable choice. It could be a struggle from time to time, however – there was a primal part of Nick’s brain that hated when he didn’t get to put his semen inside of his wife… and if anything, Tina seemed to want it inside of her even more than Nick did.
All that said, the “condoms on risky days” approach seemed to be the best option for the couple, though sometimes, Nick worried a little bit. While Tina was no militant pro-lifer, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if she did ever fall pregnant, the two of them would be starting over with a brand new baby. Her moral framework meant that there was no gray area for her in this realm; to her, a pregnancy meant an innocent baby, and she would not so much as consider ending such a life for any reason aside from preventing a debilitating birth defect.
The active lifestyle and regular gym visits ensured that even at age thirty-nine, Tina had a body that turned heads wherever she went, despite having boys aged fourteen and twelve. Her C-cup breasts still stood firm and proud on her five foot, five-inch frame, her hips had a nice flare to them, her ass was curved nicely – “not bad for a white girl”, as she sometimes liked to tease. She wore her wavy brunette hair shoulder length, and possessed the most enchanting green eyes that Nick had ever seen.
Nick was no slouch, himself; standing just shy if six feet tall, he kept his own brown hair short, though a few sprinkles of gray had begun to touch it at age forty-one. He had more than a few lines around his own blue eyes, brought on by years or expressive grins and laughs. While he didn’t devote as much time to the gym as his wife did, he carried very little extra weight on his wiry, athletic build; hiking had certainly not hurt in building his own endurance.
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It was a chance occurrence on a hike a year or so into Tina’s new-found love of the activity that led to the Bryants discovering what a boost the outdoors gave to her libido.
It had been a rainy, cool autumn morning; the precipitation had kept most of the day hikers away, and when Nick and Tina pulled into the parking area for their chosen trailhead, there was only one other vehicle present. Tina had been watching her weather app carefully, and sure enough, the rains ended right about the time that they were parking; the forecast seemed pretty confident that they wouldn’t be dealing with more precipitation, so the couple set out on a “small” day hike of nine and a half miles.
The exertion helped to warm them up, and after three miles, Tina had to take a break and remove her flannel. When she did so, Nick teased his wife to “go ahead and take it all off” for him – to his complete surprise, the brunette pulled up her tee shirt and sports bra, giving him a long look at her bare breasts before pulling the clothing back down and tying the flannel around her backpack.
Her green eyes danced with amusement at her husband’s face. “It’s not like you don’t see those all the time, mister,” she teased.
“Maybe so,” he admitted, “but you doing it out here in the open was really hot. Damn, I wish I had had my phone ready!”
She rolled her eyes and chuckled, but Nick’s tone was serious. Later on, after they were wrapping up their lunch break near a large boulder formation, Tina called to her husband. “Hey baby, do you have your phone?”
When he looked up, the brunette pulled her shirt up again.
“Holy shit,” Nick breathed as he grabbed out the phone and snapped a couple of pictures.
His wife walked up and embraced him, letting her hand drift across his crotch – where his hardness couldn’t be missed.
“My, my,” she purred. “I guess that you do like the view.”
Just then, they heard a twig snap – a pair of hikers were headed the opposite way of the Bryants, back towards the parking area. The brunette rapidly pulled her shirt down, and the two men gave a cheery hello as they walked on past; Tina blushed furiously while she pulled her pack on and prepared to leave.
When the men were gone, she laughed nervously. “Wow,” she breathed. “I guess that’s it for that. If those guys had been here a couple of minutes sooner, they would have gotten an eyeful!”
Nervously, Nick swallowed. “And what if they had?” he asked. “I think that would have been kind of hot. You would have made their day, baby… that’s for sure.”
“Don’t be an ass,” the brunette offered in retort. And yet, Nick thought that his wife’s expression seemed less annoyed, and more thoughtful.
Later that evening, when the Bryants were back at home, the two of them lounged side by side in bed as they went through their pictures of the day’s hike. They shared little comments about this nice shot of the foliage, that nice picture of an overlook, this interesting little patch of moss. Suddenly, Nick scrolled into one of the topless photos of his wife.
“My, now there is some true natural beauty!” he observed with a cheesy grin.
Tina rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t suppress a small grin at her husband’s compliment. Dutifully, she examined the handful of photos he had taken of her; to Nick’s surprise, she wasn’t negative about her nakedness.
“Okay, I have to admit,” she granted, “that one is pretty flattering. And the composition with the boulder there behind me makes for a nice photo, regardless. Not that I want you posting that one online for people to see,” she added with a smirk. “Besides,” she added, “I almost had an audience as is!”
Nick chuckled. “That’s their loss,” he declared. “I’m sure that it would have been the highlight of their hike.”
Tina narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tease me,” she stated flatly. “It’s not funny.”
Nick raised his hands in defense. “I’m not teasing!” he protested. “You’re hot as hell; what straight guy wouldn’t have enjoyed a surprise like that? I’m serious, you’d have made their day.”
At her husband’s words, the green-eyed woman’s expression showed a little confusion. “I don’t understand,” she said. “I would have thought you’d have been jealous at the idea of some random guys seeing my boobs like that. But you’re acting like it would have been a good thing.”
Nick massaged his right temple, the effort calling a little attention to the salt and pepper effect that was beginning to set in to his hair there. After internally debating for several long moments, he spoke.
“Baby,” he offered, “I would never in a million years want you to be uncomfortable. But the fact is – yes, you are damned hot. And you’re mine.” He paused for another long moment. “The idea of other men seeing your body, appreciating it, but knowing that you are mine… I can’t really explain it, but it’s a huge turn-on to me, thinking about them remembering seeing you like that, but knowing you were with me. It’s a naughty thrill. It’s ‘bad’, I guess, but who does it hurt?”
Tina just laughed and shook her head. “Whatever you say,” she allowed before changing the subject and digging in to look at the rest of the day’s photos. However, she snuggled up into the crook of her husband’s arm as she did so.
When he kissed her a couple of minutes later, she returned it eagerly, with a hunger that took Nick by surprise. When he traced a hand down her body, she responded immediately, pressing her flesh into his. When his fingers drifted down to his wife’s crotch, Nick almost choked – the heat and dampness were evident even through the shorts she was wearing.
It didn’t take long for both of them to be naked, and for the brunette to coo encouragement into her husband’s ear, with the normally quiet woman begging him to fuck her harder, faster.
If Nick hadn’t known better, he’d have sworn that the idea of strangers seeing his wife naked – and, perhaps, of her husband enjoying that – had really gotten his conservative wife’s motor running.
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A month or so later, the Bryants found themselves hiking towards an overlook on an unseasonably warm day. They were both well aware that it shouldn’t be this warm at this time of year; the area would undoubtedly pay for the boon in the form of thunderstorms over the next couple of days. But for that day, the couple gratefully soaked in the good weather.
The trail was fairly remote, located well into a designated wilderness area; the parking area was reachable only by using a series of narrow muddy tracks one would only generously refer to as “roads”. As a result, the two of them felt pretty certain that the odds of running into anyone were rather low. Indeed, they had been out for three hours and hadn’t seen a single other soul.
When they stopped for lunch at the overlook, Tina took off her backpack and took a long, hard look around. “I don’t think anyone else is around, do you?” she asked causally.
Nick shook his head as he scanned the trail. “No, I’m pretty sure we are alone,” he observed. He found his gaze lingering on the spectacular view below. The peak foliage colors were passed by a few weeks, but the panorama was still very impressive.
As he began to remove his own pack, his gaze came across his wife – causing him to do a double take.
Tina had already causally removed her pants and was stripping her shirt and sports bra off as Nick processed what was happening.
“What?” she asked casually as she placed the bra with the rest of her clothing on top of a rock. “I thought that you might like to take a few full-body nudes with this incredible background,” she spoke as she gestured to the valley below.
Dumbfounded, Nick fumbled to pull his phone from his pocket as his wife scrambled up on top of a small boulder. She assumed several poses as Nick clicked away; after three or four minutes, she hopped back down and glanced back down the trail. “Time to get dressed again,” she declared. “First off, even though it’s warm for this time of year, I’m getting cold! And also,” she added, “I don’t think that I need to stay completely naked for long in case someone else does come buy.”
Nick agreed dumbly, although the idea of a stranger seeing not only his wife’s bare breasts with those pale pink nipples, but also her hairless mons and curvy ass seemed to make the blood boil in his ears. Trembling at the idea, Nick sat down on a log as his wife rapidly re-dressed.
He began rummaging in his pack, intent on pulling out a sandwich, when the brunette walked up in front of him, gave him a sultry grin, then sunk down to her knees on the dirt in front of the log. As she fished her husband’s rapidly stiffening dick out of his pants, she glanced down the trail.
Nick let out a groan as his prick was enveloped by the incredible warm wetness of his wife’s mouth. Never before had Tina showed a sliver of interest in any sort of public sex. Granted, the woods in the middle of nowhere was hardly public, but still…
Tina let her husband’s throbbing member slip out of her mouth for a moment. “Just keep an eye out in case anyone comes,” she instructed him. And then, she had inhaled his cock again.
As Nick did his best to maintain his balance on the log, Tina gave a virtuoso performance in terms of blowjob skill. This was obviously not some obligatory sex act – his wife was swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as she bobbed up and down. She was channeling her best “naughty girl” for him, and the effort was not going unappreciated.
Nick felt the tension build and knew that he wasn’t far from orgasm. “Oh God, baby… I’m getting close,” he croaked. Tina looked up at him, flashing those green eyes with lust before closing them again in concentration.
Wild thoughts began to run through Nick’s head, and before he truly realized what he was doing, they started to spill out of his mouth. “Oh baby,” he breathed, “it’s so good, I’m close, oh don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh God, I don’t think I could stop even if someone walked up right now.”
Tina’s eyes snapped open and she paused, letting her husband’s dick slip out of her mouth again. Her expression, which had been one of pure lust, looked confused now, maybe even a little apprehensive. Nick realized that she was about to speak, maybe protest… so he decided to double down.
“No…” he moaned. “Please don’t stop, please!” he brought a hand to the side of her head, letting it sit in her hair. He didn’t push her back down, didn’t force her; the gesture was more of a request than a demand. Even so, it apparently worked; Tina closed her eyes and resumed sucking on Nick’s member.
Again he groaned. “Fuck, imagine that,” he managed to choke out. “Some guy seeing you kneeling there, my cock in your sexy mouth. How hot would that be?”
Nick felt a small vibration in his cock. It hadn’t been loud, but Tina had made a little moan in response.
It was definitely time to strike while the iron was hot, so Nick spoke again. “He could see you, your hot ass up in the air while you sucked on my cock. I wonder how long he would watch?”
This time, the moan wasn’t subtle. There was no question; the sexy brunette was definitely getting into the fantasy.
Even as he went taut, struggling to hold back his orgasm, Nick felt a near compulsion to keep sharing the lurid thoughts racing through his mind. “God,” he choked. “I bet he’d want to come closer. To see you better. Fuck… what if he wanted to join in….”
When Tina moaned again – the loudest so far – it proved to be too much for her husband to take. “Hunnghh yes!” Nick cried as his semen began pulsing out of his penis and into his wife’s eager mouth. Every bit the trooper, Tina swallowed all three pulses of her husband’s seed before pulling away and giving his shaft one final lick.
With a grin, she stood up and went in search of her own pack. “Now, what was that about lunch?” she asked.
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That day marked a real turning point in the Bryants’ sex lives. Once again, they had hot sex that night – but then, Tina began to open up a bit about what was going on in her own head.
She still absolutely viewed nudity as scary, maybe something to be ashamed of – some things would apparently never change. And yet, with her husband there to look out for her, she felt a real desire to show off for him. From that day on, it was extremely rare that the two of them went on a hike where Tina didn’t at least flash her boobs. She was always concerned about being caught, always very cautious, but she seemed to legitimately get serious enjoyment out of exposing her naked body to her husband in the outdoors.
Obviously, she was far more careful on trails where there were more other hikers, but if things were truly isolated, the curvy brunette would do all sorts of naked poses for Nick – even in weather that was otherwise not conductive to sexy photos. Wind, rain, even snow didn’t seem to matter; she might not stay naked for long (and she might complain about having to warm up after), but Tina was bound and determined to give her husband some hot photographic mementos of pretty much every hike they shared.
Beyond just the photos, blowjobs weren’t the only thing that happened outdoors, either. The very next hike they went on – despite the cold of winter and frost on the ground – Tina pulled her pants down, leaned over a fallen tree, and had Nick take her from behind. Sex acts didn’t happen on every trip, but they did take place as often as Tina felt that she could safely make them happen without someone interrupting them.
The escalation over time meant that they had several close brushes with being caught - either while taking nude pictures or having some type of sex. It was not lost on Nick that those near misses usually led to the very hottest sex sessions when they reviewed photos later on at home.
And of course, there was the dirty talk. Tina herself would say virtually nothing, but when she and Nick reviewed the various photos, or he recounted the sex they had shared on a hike, he would almost always talk about the risk of being caught, of how these imaginary guys might react to seeing a naked, sexy woman, or how they might respond if they walked up while she was sucking or fucking her husband.
It was very obvious that Tina still dealt with embarrassment; the very idea of some stranger seeing her was so incredibly taboo… but the taboo served as a powerful arousing force in the conservative mother. The idea that some other man might want to join in just seemed to melt her brain (and make her pussy leak uncontrollably).
She would often remind Nick that this was just dirty talk; it was just fun to fantasize, to use their imaginations in ways to help them both get off. But given the look that Tina sometimes got in her eyes when her husband was describing some imaginary man interrupting them, Nick wasn’t entirely sure that the line between fantasy and reality really was that black and white.
It didn’t help that Nick himself began to realize that the absolute strongest of his fantasies all revolved around what it might look like if some strange man did actually join in. When he visualized the look on his wife’s face as another man penetrated her, when he imagined the sounds she would make while full of another man’s cock, when he envisioned her being pushed up against him by the force of another man’s thrusts, Nick found his heart beating so rapidly that he feared he might pass out.
Thinking about it made Nick sick to his stomach, made him lightheaded, made his mouth dry… and made his cock harder than pretty much anything else in the world. Even so, Tina would really only ever discuss these sorts of things in the context of dirty talk; Nick tried two or three different times to talk to his wife about how strong these fantasies hit him, but she would always shut it down right away by telling him to not be ridiculous, that they both knew this was nothing more than dirty talk, that they were just having some fun with imagination and fantasy. That said, her opinion didn’t stop him from privately enjoying fantasies of other men with his wife.
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And then, the day came that they really were caught. It was a summertime hike, and the outside air was hot and muggy. Tina had stripped down completely naked to allow Nick to take some full-body nudes while she stood in an ankle-deep creek. After the pictures were done, Nick had offered to likewise strip and join his wife in the water, but she had declined, worried that the trail was too busy for such a thing.
Her worries proved to be correct.
Tina had pulled her pants back on, but was still completely topless as she struggled with her shirt having somehow tangled with her sports bra. Just as she managed to get the two articles of clothing apart, two couples appeared seemingly out of nowhere; the noise of the rapids in the creek had masked their footfalls, and neither of the Bryants had detected their arrival until the other hikers were within speaking distance. Tina rapidly pulled on her clothing, but there was no doubt that all four hikers had gotten an excellent look at Tina’s pale, bare breasts.
One couple refused to make eye contact and stared straight ahead as they walked off, apparently trying to pretend as they did so that Tina and Nick didn’t exist at all. The woman of the second couple offered a weak smile to Tina’s flustered attempts to hide herself, and her partner winked at the Bryants.
After they were gone, Nick braced himself for his wife’s fury. She was always so adamant that he keep a good watch, but he had allowed himself to become so enthralled with Tina’s body that he had missed the other hikers until they were on top of him and his wife. He had clearly dropped the ball here badly. Would this be the end of the outdoor play?
Tina fixed her emerald eyes on her husband, her face flushed. And then… she broke into helpless giggles.
The sex that night was perhaps not quite as hot, as being interrupted had broken the idea of the fantasy a bit. But it was quickly apparent to Nick that no lasting harm had been done. Soon enough, dirty talk about other men seeing Tina in the woods, other men offering to join with the Bryants, other men taking liberties with the brunette’s body… these all rejoined the regular sex rotation in the following days.
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Backpacking had changed the dynamic a bit further. Being outside all the time for at least two or three full days seemed to really ramp up Tina’s sex drive. Yes, she would get cold at night - save for the absolute heat of the summer - and that would drive her to seek her husband’s “special heat”. But beyond that, being outside so much seemed to give the brunette a feeling of freedom that nothing else quite seemed to do.
When she was in the woods, without any worries of society around, it was like Tina felt the bonds of societal expectations around sex to fall away from her. As a result, she was so much more free with nudity, with sexuality, with initiating sexual contact with her husband. There was no guilt, there was no “how a mother should act”, it was just a primal thing between a woman and a man. And that connection seemed to persist for days after backpacking trips, seemed to really ignite the Bryants’ bedroom well after they returned home.
It was little wonder that Nick was more than happy to take backpacking trips with his wife as often as they could manage it. Long weekends, personal days, a judiciously applied mental health day from work… the pair loaded up and got into the woods quite a few times by the end of the first summer into the new hobby.
Of course, he had also grown to love the outdoors. The feeling of accomplishment after the endurance events that were backpacking trips. The natural beauty. The solitude. The hours and hours spent alone with the person he loved the most of the world.
Nick might never develop the same deep need for the woods that his wife seemed to have, but he absolutely cherished their trips together… and he would never be one to complain about the huge spike in their sex life.
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In late September, Tina came home one night with her eyes sparkling. “I have a new trip I want to do,” she declared. Naturally, Nick asked, and the details came pouring out of the brunette.
The idea was a four-day, forty-three-mile trek in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. They would have to shuttle it – park their vehicle on the west trailhead, where a local would meet them and drive them to the east trailhead. The plan was to spend three nights, deal with some elevation, see a couple of waterfalls, but the overall mileage was very manageable – even if it would be the longest total trip they had attempted.
The cell service was known to be spotty in the area, but that was pretty typical for backcountry trips; GPS meant that even with no normal service, the hiking apps with pre-downloaded routes would function surprisingly well. In a half dozen trips, they had never found themselves more than fifty feet or so off of a trail, so the Bryants had no real qualms about the cell issue.
“Just look at the pictures!” Tina gushed as she showed him scenery shots others had taken.
Nick smiled. There was no doubt that this trip was happening. After consulting their work calendars, the Bryants settled on the end of November to schedule the necessary off time. Nick was a little leery of potential winter weather, but all of the research suggested that the area almost never saw snow before late December – and more and more often, not until January.
Their oldest son, Josh, rolled his eyes when Nick told the kids about this trip. “You two are nuts,” the teen had declared. “Don’t get any funny ideas about bringing us along – Mike and I like our beds, thanks.”
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In the back seat of the designated shuttle, Nick checked the forecast for the tenth time.
Accumulation: one to two inches of snow by dawn. Low of twenty-eight degrees, read the report. He frowned.
“What do you think about these snow chances?” he asked the driver, Sam.
The older man chuckled behind his bushy moustache. “You learn one thing around these parts,” he declared. “When the weathermen say it’s going to snow, it never does. When they say that it will miss us to the north, we might actually get a little.”
Nick glanced sideways at Tina, who looked concerned but excited. “Well,” he allowed, “if we really do get an inch or two, that might be a challenge, but we ought to be fine.”
“Oh sure,” Sam agreed enthusiastically. “And it’s going back up into the mid-forties tomorrow. You might have some snow left in the shade, but as warm as the ground has been, I don’t see it sticking around long. Your tent will be waterproof, so you’ll be fine. You’ve got extra socks, right?”
Tina nodded enthusiastically. “For sure. We each have several spare pairs of merino wool.”
Sam grinned in the rearview mirror. “Well, there ya go. As long as you keep those feet dry, you’ll be golden.”
Soon enough, Sam dropped them off at the totally empty trailhead parking area. Nick loaded up the map, then put his phone into airplane mode to conserve the battery. He and Tina both carried power banks to allow them to fully recharge their phones several times over, but there was no need in wasting battery needlessly. He and Tina took their traditional pre-hike selfie, then with a smile at his wife – her hair spilling out from under a thick wool beanie-style hat – the couple sat off in a generally westward direction.
As cold as it was, Tina limited her nudity to some toplessness at four miles into the trip, but some passionate kissing and roaming hands accompanied her promise for “some serious warming up” after they made camp that night.
After putting in nine and a half miles, the couple arrived at the designated campsite – really, just a cleared-off spot on the other side of a creek. While Tina filled their filtration packs and set up the camp chairs, Nick pitched the tent and inflated the sleeping mat. Then, the two of them collaborated on firewood gathering and getting the fire going before Nick started in with boiling water to rehydrate their dinner.
Three minutes before the timer indicated that the pouch of freeze-dried beef stew was ready to eat, sleet began to fall.
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Nick shimmied into the sleeping bag beside his naked wife. Back on their very first backpacking trip, she had resisted her husband’s suggestions that she sleep in the nude; she was convinced that she needed to stay in clothes to keep warm. No matter how hard he tried to convince her, she simply would not believe that she would be warmer sharing his body heat that way; why would layers of clothing plus body head not make her warmer?
But that night, she had gotten so very cold that she finally gave up and tried it. It hadn’t taken long for her to decide that either Nick had indeed been telling the truth - that she was in fact warmer in the sleeping bag when they both were naked – or that it certainly felt warmer with his own body heat directly against her skin instead of clothing that lacked warmth. While she had slept in the nude ever since, she did tend to get grouchy if he took too long to get inside it with her.
As soon as he was fully covered, Nick felt those supple breasts press up against him; predictably, he found himself growing hard rapidly.
“Did you get a condom?” Tina asked softly as her hand trailed across her husband’s stomach.
“Yes,” Nick answered and nodded his head. His phone’s flashlight illuminated the cramped interior of the small tent enough for his wife to see the less-than-enthused expression on his face.
“I know, baby,” she commented. “I hate using them, too, but it’s my fertile time right now, and…”
The rest of the thought was cut off by her husband’s lips pressed against her own. “I understand, love… I’m not complaining,” he stated plainly. “Now, let’s get you heated up…”
The hissing sound of sleet pebbles bouncing off of the tent made for an erotic backdrop as Nick began moving inside the warmth of his wife’s wet, clenching vagina.
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