This story is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.
I would strongly urge you to read “What Happens in the Backcountry, Stays in the Backcountry” before you read this story. There are vital developments in the original tale that give this story so much more depth and meaning than it will otherwise hold for you.
Be aware that this story involves a woman having sex with someone other than her husband, but this is not a cheating situation; the husband is informed and involved. Pregnancy risk and interracial themes feature heavily in the story, and there is a minor brush with bisexual content, as well. If any of these items do not appeal to you, I strongly recommend that you close this now and find another story more in line with your tastes.
I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale.
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“Are you ready for this, babe?” Nick Bryant asked his wife, Tina. Her emerald eyes positively sparkled in anticipation; he hardly needed her nod or affirmative reply to his question to know her answer.
Opening the door revealed that the air outside of their car was sharply cold, but the brunette woman paid it no mind whatsoever as she fairly leaped out of the blue Nissan and moved to retrieve her backpack from the trunk. It was the beginning of December and unseasonably cool on top of that, but Tina’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Nick found himself moving for his own pack.
Tina frowned as she tried – and failed – to fasten the chest strap on her pack; there was a good two-inch gap remaining between the buckles. Despite himself, Nick snickered at the sight.
“What?” he grinned, pretending to not see notice his wife’s acid glare. “Having some trouble there?” He smirked as he spoke. “I mean… really, baby, what did you expect? The girls are just a lot bigger these days.”
Tina shook her head and pouted. “It’s not funny,” she protested. “Nothing fits anymore!”
Nick smiled gently and helped loosen the straps. With a click, they came together.
“Seriously, girl,” he offered. “You have to give it some time. Abby is barely four months old, and you haven’t worn that pack in six months. You can hardly expect a pre-pregnancy body already. Besides,” he added with a cooked grin, “those huge boobs look really good on you!”
Tina rolled her eyes and punched her husband in the shoulder, but she found herself grinning all the same. Pregnancy had predictably swollen her breasts; between that and breastfeeding, she had picked up a full two cup sizes – if not a little more. Her poor DD nursing bras strained at the seams to contain her newfound size… which looked all the bigger on her five foot, five-inch frame.
For the first time since the baby had been born, Tina was not in fact wearing a nursing bra; today, she was instead modeling a brand-new sports bra. While this wouldn’t be that long of a hike today – the route only covered eight miles – she was pretty certain that the added support would be greatly appreciated by her back. It had been a bitch to find a sports bra big enough for her expanded breasts; apparently, the local stores had all decided that no one larger than a D cup would possibly be exercising, so she had been forced to order a couple of them online instead.
Body changes notwithstanding, Tina could not deny her excitement to be outdoors again. Abigail had been born at the end of summer; the sweltering heat and humidity of the South had been too much for a sore, tired mom-to-be to deal with for the last eight weeks or so of her pregnancy. Then, Tina had of course had to deal with postpartum healing and such, and given that she was breastfeeding, she hadn’t felt comfortable leaving the baby alone yet for long enough to take a hike.
When the weather turned warmer in the spring, she and Nick had already planned to wear the baby in a carrier on some hikes, but dragging an infant into the woods during the cold winter didn’t seem like a great time for anyone. Tina’s milk supply had grown strong enough that pumping it had become quite easy for her – their freezer at home was already loaded down with the liquid gold – so her mother had gleefully agreed to watch the baby and the two older boys for the day while she and Nick finally got to take a hike.
One half of a mile into the route, Tina already felt like weight had come off of her shoulders. It wasn’t that she didn’t love being a mom – she had always cherished her time with her babies. But having another person rely so completely on her through every hour of every day became a grind, and never having time to herself had really drained her batteries.
The smells of the woods – the leaves, the dirt, the trees – served to lift Tina’s spirits in the way that they always had. The surroundings were hardly pretty – at least not compared to how they were at almost any other time of the year – but those bare limbs and brown remnants on the ground still quieted Tina’s soul. Nick found himself grinning at the relaxation evident on his wife’s face.
“I’m glad to see you happy,” he remarked quietly as they walked side by side in a wider part of the trail. “I know that it’s been a stressful few months.”
The brunette shook her head at her husband’s words. “For a year or so, really,” she stated. “But yeah… the woods are like therapy for me, you know. Better, really.”
Their feet crunched on the path as the Bryants moved together along the empty trail.
It had been right at thirteen months since that fateful backpacking trip into the remote wilderness near the Blue Ridge Mountains. The Bryants had gotten caught in an unexpected blizzard – something they were woefully unprepared for. Nick had suffered an accident, falling into frigid water; there had been very real fear that he would die, that they would both freeze to death.
Tina had hauled her husband out of that icy water, then both figuratively and literally drug him through the snow to what they had believed to be a trail shelter, but had turned out to in fact be a cabin occupied by a large, reclusive, older black man. Ezekiel Brown, the cabin’s resident, had quite literally saved the Bryant’s lives with the warmth of his cabin and his hospitality, and the couple had sheltered with Zeke for three days and nights until the weather had cleared enough for them to continue on their journey.
Isolation and alcohol and strong emotions had led to some questionable decisions during their stay; however. During their second night with Zeke, the Bryants had started to have sex after an evening of drinking, believing that the old man was passed out. But Zeke had woken up, and after the couple first decided to allow him to watch – both as something of a reward for his kindness and as a way to live out some of the exhibitionistic fantasies they had shared – the black man had joined in, having unprotected sex with Nick’s fertile wife.
One incident might have been bad enough, but the sex had been so good, the power of the taboo so strong, that Tina ended up repeating the act several more times before the couple left the cabin for good. With no access to Plan B in the middle of nowhere, the brunette had indeed fallen pregnant; given her strong personal beliefs about abortion, she had carried the baby to term, despite neither of the Bryants really wanting any more children now that their two boys were older – let alone a mixed race baby that had clearly not been fathered by Nick. Ignoring the worries about social pressure, judgment, and other negative outcomes, Nick had committed steadfastly from the beginning to support his wife and to treat the baby like his own.
Abby had been born at the end of August, and she was perfect. The delivery was smooth; the baby was healthy; and the infant slept through the night within days of birth. Of course, one glance at her rich, coffee-colored complexion and jet-black hair removed any ounce of doubt that Nick – with his obviously Caucasian skin and sandy blonde locks – had any chance of being the baby’s biological father.
The Bryants, well aware that this would be the reality of the baby’s genetics, had agonized for months over how they would explain the pregnancy to their friends and family. After all, almost anyone who knew them well knew that the couple had all but decided against any more children, so news of Tina’s pregnancy had been met with more than a little surprise.
It had seemed to press the limits of credulity to claim that they had undergone a sudden change of heart, sought out a fertility clinic, and been the recipients of some unfortunate seminal mix-up. Tina had offered to tell people that she had simply had an affair and that her husband had forgiven her, but Nick could not stomach the idea of people viewing his wife as a cheating slut… nor did he want to be seen as some pathetic loser for enabling it. Concocting a story about an imagined assault seemed like a ridiculous lie to tell, something insulting to any woman who had truly lived through such a thing – and unfair to the baby who would be viewed as a product of such violence. No matter how Tina and Nick schemed, no story seemed like a satisfactory explanation for the pregnancy.
And so, the Bryants just sort of settled into the idea of saying nothing at all. Certainly, there had been more than a few raised eyebrows in the four months since the baby’s birth; indeed, the first such incident was in the delivery room itself when two nurses gave each other a meaningful look as they cleaned the newborn and took her vital signs. But when the couple acted like nothing whatsoever was unusual, when Nick scooped up that baby girl and held her tight like she was his own flesh and blood, people almost invariably dropped their questions and quizzical expressions. If it was good enough for the Bryants, then it was good enough for most other people.
In fact, the only real pushback had come from Tina’s father. When her parents had come to see the Bryants in the hospital, the grandpa’s weathered face had been beaming from the moment he and his wife entered the room. However, the instant that the older man’s gaze had slipped from his daughter to her dark-skinned child, his expression fell immediately into one of terrible disappointment and disapproval. Without a word, Tina’s father had turned on one heel and stalked out of the room, refusing to speak to anyone and instead glowering silently in the waiting room while his wife finished visiting. He had not spoken to Tina or Nick since.
Tina’s mother had been embarrassed by the whole thing. She had weakly commented as to how her husband was the product of a different time, how his views were old and hard to change. However, it was clear from the first time she laid eyes on baby Abigail that she was smitten – no matter what color the child was.
Nick’s parents, on the other hand, had been far more even-keeled. Nick’s own father had shot his son a raised eyebrow when he first saw Abby, but when the younger man had started to stammer a reply, Dad had cut him off. “Son,” he explained quietly into Nick’s ear, “it’s 2026. Your family is your business. If you are happy, we are happy.” And from all indications, both of the elder Bryants meant every bit of that; the subject had never come up again since, and they doted on the child every bit as hard as they had on her brothers.
Josh and Mike, the Bryant’s older sons, had themselves been pretty indifferent about any possible race issues. They had seemed far more concerned with how having a baby around would impact their lives around the house in general; every concern they ever voiced would have applied to a white, black, or green infant just the same. Whose turn it was to empty the diaper pail, whose job it was to do a load of baby laundry, why does a baby need so much stuff, are babies always so noisy, and those sorts of issues. One or two other people did stop talking to Tina and Nick after the stories of Abby’s birth had circulated, but life was so busy and none of the bigots close enough to the family that neither of the Bryants particularly cared.
So, sure, the situation could have been much worse. But even so, the stress had been very real for quite some time. Between all of that baggage and the normal physical and emotional tolls of pregnancy and childbirth, Tina was just drained.
As the couple came around a bend, revealing the sound of water rushing over the rocks somewhere in the valley below them, a smile spread across Tina’s face. Things were going to be okay.
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They stopped for lunch near a nicely flowing waterfall in a small canyon. Nick broke out the snacklebox – a fun little invention where the couple took a flat tackle box, the type that one would load extra fishing lures in, and instead packed it with cheese, summer sausage, crackers, raisins, nuts, and other trail-friendly foods.
As Tina pulled a soft drink out of her pack, she dropped a small purple fabric bag. Nick recognized it as the container for her Diva Cup and handed it back to his wife, drawing a quick smile of gratitude. A few years back, Tina had discovered that a menstrual cup was far more convenient for her, gave her more confidence than tampons or pads – and it was certainly more outdoors-friendly than having to worry about the trash created by more traditional feminine hygiene products. She swore by her Diva Cup, her chosen brand. Since that time, she always kept one with her, even if she was not on her period; Nick guessed that with her cycles not being totally regular after Abby’s birth, it made sense to always be prepared.
The sun was out, but the canyon formed a natural funnel that directed the cool air from the waterfall directly at the Bryants. In the summertime, this would have been a glorious respite from the heat… right now, it was just extra cold. As a result, lunch was a more rushed affair than they often looked for it to be, and the two of them found themselves packing up much quicker than they usually had in the past.
Nick had just slipped his backpack on when he noticed Tina walking towards the pool that caught the water’s flow, while leaving her own pack behind on the ground. With a confused look on his face, he called out to his wife.
“Babe, is everything okay? I thought that you wanted to get moving?”
As she turned around to answer her husband, Nick processed that her shirt was unbuttoned. With a smirk, she shed the garment, despite the cold air and the breeze.
“Well, where is your phone?” the brunette asked teasingly. “I’m already cold, so I can’t promise that you’ll get a lot of shots… and damn, my belly is still so flabby. But it wouldn’t be one of our real hikes if you didn’t at least get some bare boob pics, would it? I figured you might want some photos to remember these while they are so big.”
Hurriedly, Nick yanked his phone out of his pocket and opened the camera app as Tina discarded the gray sports bra. Holy shit, those breasts were simply magnificent! The huge, dark areolas and nipples – so different than the smaller light pink form they took when his wife wasn’t pregnant or nursing – were so sexily prominent in the sun.
Nick hadn’t even dared to hope that Tina would be in the mood to return to their old exhibitionist games, but here the brunette was, arms crossed beneath her boobs, making them pull together and stand up even more prominently as she pouted at the camera. As he stiffened inside his pants, Nick noticed Tina take a few furtive glances around, but the chosen remote location and the weather had apparently ensured that they would be alone.
After cycling through a few poses, Tina pulled on her clothes with chattering teeth. “Don’t claim that I don’t love you,” she teased.
Nick smiled and shook his head. “You are so fucking hot,” he declared as he leaned in for a little kiss. “I have missed those moments, too.” He turned his head to look meaningfully back at the trail, but before he could finish his thought, a dog barked.
Oh fuck… someone was out there with them – cold weather or not!
Tina made eye contact with her husband and broke into a giggle as she scurried over to finish up the last two shirt buttons and retrieve her pack. Moments later, they were waving to a man and a woman with a Labrador retriever on a leash as the couples passed one another on the trail.
Once they were out of earshot, Nick arched an eyebrow at his wife. “My, they came awfully close to seeing some milky tits, didn’t they? I wonder what they would have thought?”
Tina laughed and shook her head, but Nick registered that faraway look in his wife’s eyes. There were definitely still some buttons that could be pressed there.
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As they stopped for a water break about halfway back to the car, Tina frowned as she looked down. “Damnit!” she cursed. “The cold air must have stimulated things too much.”
For a moment, Nick was confused… then, his gaze settled in on Tina’s chest and he noticed the damp spots. There was a quarter-sized darkened area on Tina’s shirt in front of her left nipple, and a damp region at least twice as large in front of the right. Bemused, Nick wondered if that was why the right side always seemed to be the baby’s favorite.
“The cold probably had something to do with it,” he allowed, his eyes dancing with mischief. “But as I recall, you tend to leak a little bit when you are aroused. It looks to me like somebody got a little turned on by showing off outside – and almost getting caught doing it.”
“Asshole,” Tina muttered before turning away – but not before Nick caught a glimpse of her grin.
“I don’t hear any denial,” he pointed out with a chuckle.
This time, her grin was readily visible. “Like I said, asshole!” she exclaimed.
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By the time the Bryants made it home, Tina’s poor shirt was a real mess, even though she had inserted nursing pads into her bra as soon as they made it into the car. Fortunately, Abby was ready to latch the moment they walked through the door, despite the bottles grandma had given her while her parents were away on their hike. Even so, Tina had more than enough leftover supply for a pumping session after the feed.
That night, sex had a spark that had been missing for some time. Nick knew very well that his wife had a massive kink around being caught out in public, but the two of them hadn’t dirty talked around the subject in months. The near miss of having strangers see her topless was a perfect entry point for the topic, and Nick found his wife warming up almost instantly when he brought it up.
So Nick teased her with whisperings of strangers seeing her topless. What if she had been naked instead of just topless? What if they had walked up while she was giving her husband a blowjob? Would they have watched? Would they have wanted to join in?
Tina came harder than she had since before the baby had been born, and she insisted that Nick fuck her hard and fast. At her frantic urging, he held himself as far as he could inside her wet heat and delivered every drop of his semen inside his wife.
Tina had gotten her “woods therapy”. The two of them had enjoyed some hot sex.
Life was good.
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Given the fact that the hike had been so very good for Tina’s general mental health – and also, that Abby had survived just fine without her mother for the day – the Bryants found themselves moving to embrace their pre-pregnancy routine of taking at least one hike per month. It didn’t hurt that childcare was no problem whatsoever; every time that the couple mentioned wanting to hike, they had a pair of grandmothers ready to fight for the privilege of watching the baby.
Through the winter, the couple limited themselves strictly to day hikes – though they did tackle some longer, more challenging trails. Naturally, hikes like that tended to venture into more remote areas, which led to multiple opportunities for Tina to pose topless for her husband in various natural settings. Nick would have liked for her to give him a fully naked picture or two, but between the cold weather and his wife’s negative body image from post-pregnancy weight, he happily settled for what he could get.
The outdoor exhibitionism also helped to really rekindle Tina’s love of Nick’s dirty talk about her exposing herself where strangers could see. It was very clear that baby or no baby, the brunette was still easily turned on by the idea of strangers catching her naked or having some sort of sex with her husband; as the sessions progressed, Nick often worked in suggestions that perhaps these imaginary strangers would want to get closer looks, want to touch his wife, want to join in to the action. Without fail, this caused Tina to get even more wet, caused her eyes to dilate, caused her to moan, caused her to respond more aggressively to sex.
And yet, one very frustrating limit remained. Despite the fact that she responded so positively to the rest of the dirty talk, if Nick ever mentioned that fateful trip where they ended up in Zeke’s cabin, if he mentioned the older black man at all, if Nick even hinted at the sex that Tina had enjoyed with Zeke, she would instantly shut the talk down – up to and including ending all dirty talk or even sex altogether.
Nick had a very difficult time wrapping his head around this limit. He knew for a fact that Tina – who almost never masturbated – had pleasured herself to memories and fantasies of the black man fucking her with his oversized penis, and even to the older man inseminating her.
He had once walked in on his wife moaning and encouraging an imaginary version of Zeke to fuck her, to cum in her, while fingering herself and rubbing her clit. Certain small cues suggested that this had not been the only time she had done such a thing, but if Nick ever tried to use the subject as fantasy fuel, Tina would immediately cut him off, act cold, and protest that she never wanted to think about those things.
It just didn’t make sense!
Even so, Nick never wanted his wife to feel like she couldn’t trust him, or think that he didn’t respect her limits. So despite the swarm of confusing – and arousing – emotions that he himself felt around the subject, despite knowing that it turned her on at least in private, he made it a point to try to respect his wife’s boundaries and keep that particular fantasy to himself.
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Spring came, and with more than a little trepidation on Tina’s part, the Bryants made plans to go backpacking for the first time in well over a year. They settled on a single night in the backcountry, with only a seventeen-mile hike involved. This would allow them to do a short section of a much longer trail, wouldn’t involve too much of a commitment away from the baby, but will still be “real” hiking – complete with a night in their tiny tent to split the miles between two days.
Tina’s mother was ecstatic at the chance to watch Abby – and, nominally, the teen boys who needed no actual supervision beyond ensuring that the house didn’t burn down. Unfortunately, her father’s stance had never softened even a bit; when he dropped his wife off for babysitting, he refused to get out of the car or even roll down the window to say hello to either his daughter or son-in-law. Nick couldn’t believe that in this day and age, there were still functional adults who held with antiquated, ignorant ideas like someone being a “race traitor”, but this was apparently how the old man viewed his daughter now. His attitude clearly hadn’t changed at all in seven and a half months; Nick assumed that, given his stubbornness, this would never happen.
The flash of sadness that crossed Tina’s features when she realized that her father was once again going to drive away without even so much as a wave was a knife in Nick’s gut. He hurt for his wife and felt helpless to be unable to take the pain away.
Fortunately, Nick had the best medicine for his wife’s soul – time in the outdoors. While she might have been a little worried about leaving Abby overnight, Nick was aware that Tina had been itching for months to go backpacking again. Before long, they were on their way in the blue Nissan, with a rendezvous planned with a local shuttle driver. They had considered an out and back hike, but shuttling allowed them to check off more miles on the overall trail; the thirty bucks for a short shuttle ride was an easy choice to make. Soon enough, they were dropped off near a nineteenth-century church – which really amounted to nothing but a slightly elongated cabin – and the couple was off into the trail.
Nick had been a little worried about Tina’s endurance; even though he always made it a point to carry more weight than his wife, she insisted on carrying her fair share of the gear, which meant that her pack clocked in at around twenty-five pounds. While she did make a face as she adjusted the straps when first donning the bulky pack, she didn’t complain a single time during the hike; when they stopped three hours in for lunch, she had set a solid pace the entire time, and they had made great progress without a single peep of protest from her.
One major allowance was Tina packing a manual breast pump; with Abby still nursing, Tina had to pump at least a couple of times per day or risk massive discomfort – or even infection – from blockages in the milk ducts. Adding pumping sessions at each mealtime made the most sense, though it was a bit of an awkward schedule change. Obviously, there was no way to store the milk during the trip; she would simply have to “pump and dump”, which upset her more than a little. “I know that we have more than enough frozen milk,” she explained. “It’s just the principle of the thing!”
Grinning, Nick boiled a little water over their single-burner collapsible stove before adding it to a pouch of dehydrated chicken fried rice. After a few minutes of waiting, he stirred the food again and split the contents between his and Tina’s silicone bowls. While he suspected that the appetite that the exertion worked up helped to improve the flavor of the food, Nick had always been pretty consistently impressed with the quality of these pre-packaged trail meals; a few of them were passable, but most had been rather tasty – and this one was no exception.
“Definitely better than living off of a handful of nuts, huh?” he teased his wife. This was a bit of an in-joke between the Bryants; there were some in the ultralight backpacking community that advocated saving the weight of meals to gain the same calories from extremely limited food choices.
Tina chuckled. “Definitely,” she agreed. “I will never understand the attraction of making yourself miserable just to save a few ounces of pack weight.”
Indeed, the couple had actually added a little weight to their packs after their fateful winter experience. Following Tina’s use of the webbing to literally save Nick’s life, they now both kept a roll of the stuff in their packs. Each of them also carried one of the “foil” emergency blankets as well as a full first aid kit. While they had taken out a few items out over time – the collapsible saw hadn’t seen enough use to justify carrying it, for instance – now that they had dealt with a real emergency firsthand, Nick and Tina both enthusiastically agreed to duplicate safety measures between their packs. After all, you just couldn’t tell what might happen, what sort of accident might deny you access to one of the packs; “better to be safe than sorry” held much more personal meaning for them now.
After the lunch break, the Bryants packed up and resumed their solid pace. As had always been the case when they were in the real wilderness, the concerns of the world seemed to fade with every step. They chatted about anything and everything; Abby, the boys, the annoying secretary at Nick’s office, the tomcat that Tina had to keep running off of their front porch when it came after their own cat’s food, the latest Cubs news and how annoying it was that WGN didn’t televise the games nationally anymore.
The miles melted away; any concerns about not hitting their total mileage goals quickly proved to be unfounded. The hours passed with easy conversation, and Nick was reminded again how spending time together like this was some of the best marriage therapy on the planet.
Before it seemed to really be possible, the Bryants reached their designated campsite for the night. With plenty of daylight remaining, they selected the clearing a little closer to the creek, and were then able to collect a nice allotment of firewood from the nearby woods. While Nick knew that he was very capable of starting a campfire, he also knew that his wife viewed her ability to start a fire as a badge of honor. Pursuant to letting his wife have that win, Nick worked to pitch the tent while Tina built their fire for the night.
Winter had passed, but there was still enough chill in the air for even Nick to be uncomfortable as the sun sank below the tree line. As he set about heating water for their meal, Tina grinned in self-satisfaction with her fire while she set up their chairs near it.
“That will keep us warm until we head to the tent,” the brunette declared. Nick genuflected to his wife’s accomplishment, earning a snort of derision.
Nick did have to admit that the fire was welcome as the couple ate their rehydrated macaroni and cheese. An hour or so around the fire seemed to be Tina’s limit, however.
“The fire is nice,” she declared, “but I think that it’s about time for you to actually warm me up, baby.”
The look on her face was more than enough to get Nick moving towards the tent.
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As Nick cleaned up a few items and ensured that the dying coals of the fire were contained within the stone ring, Tina slid on inside the tent and hung a small light from a hook on the ceiling. He chuckled to himself as he heard his wife profanely exclaim about the cold. By the time he joined her inside the cozy little shelter, she was nearly desperate for him.
“Get naked and into this bag, mister!” she exclaimed. “I’m freezing!”
Nick wordlessly complied by removing his clothing, then paused as he began to enter the sleeping bag. “Do I need a condom?” he asked with a grin.
“No, damn it. Get in here!” the brunette nearly whined. “My period ended a few days ago, it’s a safe time. Hurry up, I’m literally dying!”
As he slid into the sleeping bag, Tina molded her body to his, her skin surprisingly cold. When he murmured in protest, she laughed. “I wasn’t kidding! I am freezing and need your body heat, baby!”
For a time, the couple was content to snuggle, with Nick pressing himself against his wife’s flesh as much as possible. She still had some extra padding from the baby, and he knew that it drove Tina nuts, but it just made her more womanly to him, more desirable. As she began to warm up slightly, the two of them began to kiss; slowly, hands began to wander, and before long, Nick found himself seated inside his wife’s warm, slick wetness.
To start with, they made slow, gentle love. But soon enough, the brunette was pressing her body back against her husband with need, making little gasps and moans at his penetrations. Then, she took the lead in amping things up a bit.
“I had wondered if there would be a tent at the other camp site clearing,” she murmured.
“Why is that?” Nick asked, teasingly refusing to take the bait.
“Because,” she answered. “I can’t make it on these chilly nights without your special heat. And that other tent site is so close, anyone would have heard us having sex here in our own tent.”
Nick grinned. “You were thinking about them listening like that, and it turned you on?” he asked rhetorically. He didn’t need a verbal response – the sudden increase in his wife’s wetness at the question said it all.
“Uh-huh,” she mewed in response. “Knowing someone was that close, listening to us, with only a flimsy little tent wall between us…”
Nick saw the blatant opening his wife was giving him. He was no fool; she was begging for the dirty talk, the fantasies that always revved her up so much. He happily obliged.
“You can imagine some guy in his tent, listening, can’t you?” he asked. At her murmured agreement, he pressed the subject. “There’s no doubt that he would take his own cock out and stroke it while listening to us. Can you imagine, some stranger getting off to you getting fucked?”
Tina’s breath came harder, faster, as her arousal began to ratchet up. In response, Nick poured it on.
“I wonder if he would be content to stay in his tent,” he wondered aloud. “I think that there’s a good chance he might come over here and stand right by our tent as he jerked his cock while listening to you getting fucked. Can you imagine how that would look, with a stranger rubbing his hard dick that close to you?”
Tina groaned deeply and kissed Nick hard. He savored it for several moments, but then pulled away and kept talking. “What if that wasn’t enough?” he asked. “What if he unzipped our tent to see? I’m sure if he was that bold, he wouldn’t stop. If you let him, I bet he would kneel down and try to get his cock into your mouth, even while I was fucking you.”
In response to his wife’s rapidly escalating arousal, Nick continued to raise the stakes of his dirty talk. “Of course, that wouldn’t be the dirtiest option, would it?” he asked. What if I sat back and had you go down on me? With your ass in the air, what man could resist? Just imagine, some stranger seeing you like that, already with his cock in his hand. It would be so simple to just… let him. God, that moan you make when you are penetrated, you moaning around my cock while some man you’d never even met was pushing himself inside of you…”
Nick could feel Tina shake beneath him as her breath came in rapid pants. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face screwed up in pleasure as she imagined the fantasy. He knew that his wife’s orgasm was right there on the edge, could feel how she was ready to plunge over it. A wicked thought occurred to him, and the urge to share it grew irresistible. Part of his brain warned that it was a bad decision, but he was so aroused that he ignored the internal safety fence and pressed on.
“Would you let him come inside you? I can’t imagine that he would want to pull out.” As Tina moaned desperately, Nick kept talking. “I know how you are, I know how greedy your pussy gets. If he got to the edge, you’d let that stranger inseminate you. Hell, not only would you let him, but when you felt him pumping that hot seed inside of your cunt, I bet you would come so hard, like you did with Zeke…”
With a cry of agonized pleasure that sounded almost a wail of protest, Tina’s orgasm crashed over her. As she twitched and moaned, Nick kept thrusting right through it to help prolong and enhance her pleasure. As soon as the orgasm came to an end, however, her entire manner changed.
“Stop it!” she hissed. “Get off me!” Tina snapped, her hands against his shoulders. “What the hell was that?” the brunette demanded, her eyes crackling with green fire.
Nick had been very close to his own orgasm and was not at all happy with the interruption. He stopped thrusting, but did not pull out of his wife quite yet; instead, resting his weight on his arms in a push-up position. “What do you mean?” he asked between panting breaths.
Her face may still have been flushed from the orgasm, but her expression was a mixture of anger and hurt. “You know how I feel about that,” she stated flatly. “I don’t want to talk about what happened on that trip. It’s in the past; I don’t like for you to bring it up.”
For a brief moment, Nick felt himself slipping into his default response pattern. He would apologize to his wife, accept the scolding, and promise to do better. After all, there just wasn’t any other real way here…
Bullshit.
Nick choked back the apologetic words and instead fixed his wife with a steady gaze. “Stop it,” he stated flatly.
Her annoyed expression grew a bit confused. “What do you mean, stop it?” she snapped. “I’ve been really clear about this, Nick. I…”
“Exactly what I said,” he interrupted. “Stop it. This is absurd. We both know that the subject turns you on, probably more than anything else. Why are we playing games here and pretending otherwise?”
Momentarily flabbergasted, she replied. “Nick, I’m not pretending anything. Yes, I admit it – I like the dirty talk about being watched and whatever, but that’s different, it’s…”
Again, he interrupted. “It’s not different at all! It’s the exact same subject, only taken to more of an extreme. Tina, you can’t lie to me – I was there. I saw how you reacted to that ridiculous cock.” He shook his head. “Nothing has ever made you come harder! Every time he came in you, you literally lost your mind for a moment! Why do you insist on pretending that none of that happened?”
Her expression fell. “Baby,” she began, her voice shaky, “it was just wrong. I can’t help how my body reacted, but there’s no sense in dragging that up. Another man actually got me pregnant, Nick! A black man at that, pretty much a stranger – in case you forgot!”
She shook her head. “It’s one thing to dirty talk about some faceless strangers that don’t really exist, or to play make-believe or whatever. Nick, what happened there in Zeke’s cabin… I ended up carrying another man’s baby because of it! That’s just wrong, and it’s wrong to bring it up, to fixate on it… especially to talk dirty about it.”
Her green eyes locked with his in a steadfast gaze. As he returned the eye contact, Nick thought that he saw the slightest waver. Well, he was already in over his head, may as well lay all of his cards on the table…
“Tina,” he spoke, his voice firm, “I’m not going to lie to you. I would never have chosen for my wife to get pregnant from another man like you did. I would never have opted to have my wife carry a black stranger’s baby.”
She started to respond, but he cut her off. “But it happened. Whose name did you put down as the father on her birth certificate?” he asked.
Tina looked a bit confused. “Yours, baby,” she replied. “You know that!”
Nick nodded. “Exactly. My name. I don’t give a shit who the genetic donor is, Abby is my daughter. Period. I love that little girl with every bit of my heart.” Nick’s expression grew bemused.
“If I say that I regret how she was conceived, then I’m saying that I wish I could change the circumstances.” He paused, giving Tina a meaningful look. “If I somehow changed those circumstances, then Abby wouldn’t be the same amazing little girl that she is now, would she?” His eyes narrowed. “Anyone who wants to tell me that I should want a different daughter can fuck right off, do you understand?”
Nick began to recognize the signs of comprehension dawning in those green eyes. “I… I understand,” Tina replied in a husky tone.
“Good,” he replied. “So, to summarize – it happened. It wasn’t the path we would have chosen, but we wouldn’t change a thing. We probably won’t go around telling everyone that some old black mountain man bred you, but it’s silly for us to pretend that it didn’t happen – or that it doesn’t turn us on.”
Tina gave a sheepish chuckle. “Okay, fair enough, I guess.” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait… it turns you on?”
It was Nick’s turn to laugh. “I thought that was obvious. We’ve shared those fantasies forever, it seems like. Why would the real thing not turn me on? Have you forgotten that I also got off several times at Zeke’s cabin – including a couple of times without anyone touching my cock?”
He gave a wry grin. “So yeah, remembering it never fails to make me hard. I have jerked off… well, quite a few times to those memories. The way that you came for him, and how you came so many times. The way you begged for his seed… yeah. It’s so dirty, so twisted… and so, so hot.”
Tina shuddered and squeezed his cock with her pussy. “Oh, shit…” she murmured.
Nick was quite certain that his wife had suddenly gotten noticeably wetter. Taking that – and her verbal response – as open encouragement, he pushed the issue. With a wicked grin, he began moving again inside of his wife, who almost immediately began to eagerly meet his thrusts.
He leaned down close to her ear and murmured inside it. “I know that I’m not the only one who masturbates to those memories, too. I opened the door once to see you playing with yourself, telling imaginary Zeke how big he was, how good he was, and begging him to cum inside of you. I am certain that wasn’t the only time…”
“Oh, God…” Tina moaned, pulling her husband down for a kiss.
Now, it was as if the sex had never paused. Tina was on fire again, clearly close to another orgasm as Nick regained his own progress to climax. There was no lovemaking; there was only raw fucking, with the vivid memories and depraved fantasies gripping both of the Bryants tightly.
“That’s right,” Nick panted, “I know it, you know it. You dream about how it felt to be full of that old man’s massive black cock, how it felt to plunge in and out of you, and you ache to feel that big dick buried all the way inside of you, twitching and pulsing while he pumps all of his semen deep inside of you.”
Tina’s eyes rolled back in her head as a deep groan escaped her lips. “God… oh God… fuck… OH GOD!” she cried.
As he reached the point of no return, Nick was powerless to hold back the deepest perversion of the fantasy. “That’s right!” he grunted. “Knowing he is bare inside of you, knowing that big black cock is filling you full of his virile sperm while you are unprotected, while you are fertile, knowing he could knock you up…”
A ragged cry tore itself out of Tina’s throat as her orgasm ripped through her body. The mental image of his wife pulling the old black man inside of her while he pumped his sperm inside of her unprotected womb – combined with the pulsing wetness of her orgasming cunt around his own cock – was too much for Nick to bear, and he began to fill Tina with his own semen.
It took them both several minutes to catch their breath. One thing was for sure – the temperature in the interior of the tent was definitely no longer cool.
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The rest of the hike went really well, with Tina again showing great stamina and pace. But there was something else, too – a flicker of a flame that Nick hadn’t really realized had been missing until he saw it again.
The little looks she gave him. The way her hand slipped into his when they stood at an overlook. The way her fingers traced up his arm, even when she was staring off into the distance.
That flame didn’t fade after they got home. Now, when the two of them talked, there was an openness that was a little jarring in its reappearance. It was like an invisible wall had crumbled, a wall that neither of them had truly realized was there.
Even since they had gotten back from that fateful backpacking trip, there had been a little distance between the Bryants. Nick had chalked it up to the trauma of the near-death experience and the confusing feelings related to the events at Zeke’s cabin; he had then excused it with the progressing pregnancy, and later still wrote it off to how babies change things. But now, looking back, he could see that Tina had unconsciously built that wall from her shame and confusion.
Nick could have kicked himself for letting it stay intact for so long; he vowed never again to let something grow and fester between him and his wife. When he suggested to Tina that he was seeing an openness that had been missing, she agreed. Once they discussed it, she cried on his shoulder and apologized for putting up the barrier.
Things were much, much better in the Bryants’ marriage. In fact, the next few months saw a bit of a renaissance in the Bryants’ marriage. Between the newfound openness and the additional time spent together outdoors, the relationship blossomed. It didn’t hurt that the further Tina got out from delivery, the more she felt like her old self. This in turn boosted their sex life, and soon, Nick and Tina dealt with a vicious cycle of positivity. The smiles, the shared looks got to the point that their son, Josh, would roll his eyes and demand that they “get a room”.
