Fucking Sexy Backpack Trip

Fucking Sexy Backpack Trip

The backpacks were packed, the food was packaged, the dates were set, and the car was serviced. All of us were excited, our time off was arranged, and the hike was plotted and permits were obtained. It was going to be the three of us camping and fishing and just being free for two weeks in the Sierras without a phone or television, or people to demand our attention.

We'd grown up together, the three of us, although Jim had gone off to college at Columbia and got a job on Wall Street, but I had stayed back in California, married Claire, and became a teacher at the junior high. Claire became a second grade teacher and was active in the PTA.

We stayed in touch, exchanged Christmas cards, and had planned this trip for years. In high school people were never sure which one of us she was dating, because we were always together. I always understood, if I hadn't asked her to marry me, she just as well could have married Jim.

We were, as a threesome, that close. I never was sure if they had been intimate or not, but it would not surprise me to learn they had. There were times when we were together that I thought they would end up in bed, but it never seemed to happen, at least I don't think so.

We'd been talking about this backpacking trip into the Desolation Wilderness in Northern California for years, and when he announced he was coming west we started planning it for real. The area has many small lakes, hot springs galore, and gorgeous waterfalls with swimming holes beneath them.

On the first day, from the trailhead, Claire wore a sports bra and tiny volleyball shorts, but as it heated up I expected the top to come off, which it did by ten, and the shorts not to make it passed the first hot springs we stopped at. We had, back in the day, done a lot of skinny dipping with him, so being naked around one another was no problem for us. Claire was comfortable nude at beaches and in hot tubs, so being around Jim naked was very natural for her.

We had lunch at a hot springs by the trail and after eating we all soaked without suits for about an hour. As a confirmed nudist, Claire finished the hike to our first camp wearing a head scarf, hiking boots, sun glasses, and her pack. Following her naked little ass up the trail was a real pleasure for me and helped pass the time.

We strolled into a spot to camp and pitched our tents on a bank over a stream next to two large trees where we stretched three hammocks, and dug a fire pit and a flat-rock stove table beside it for cooking.

It was a beautiful campsite, and we cooked and ate on the bluff overlooking the valley. During dinner, and by the fire after, we all sat on a ground cloth and stayed nude. At around six, before it got dark, another couple came hiking up the trail and asked if we'd mind if they made their camp for the night, since it was so late, at the far side of our clearing.

Of course it was okay, but it was hiking etiquette to ask and we appreciated their prudence. When they saw we were nude they took off their packs and stripped out of their clothes. Their names were David and Pam and she taught third grade and he was a high school principal.

We invited them to our fire and sat around in a circle and chatted like old friends. David is musically talented so he led us in some camp songs. We stayed up until about eleven, then they went back to their camp and we all crawled in our tents.

We'd been in our sleeping bags for about twenty minutes when I could tell Claire was restless and not able to get to sleep. "Having trouble, baby?" I said.

She said she was wound up and just not able to relax. I asked if there was anything wrong, but she said it was just her and she'd be okay if she could just get to sleep. At one I woke up having to pee, and when I got out of my bag I realized Claire was still awake.

"What is it, babe? You usually don't have much trouble getting to sleep," I said. "What's wrong? Is it Jim?" I said.

She was quiet for long enough to answer my question without words. "So you've missed him?"

Finally, said whispered, "Yes."

"You want to go to his tent?" I asked.

"He's probably sleeping," she said.

"He'll wake up for you," I said. "Have you ever been with him?" Again, she was quiet for awhile.

"Once," she whispered.

"I guess I knew that," I said. "Go to him," I said. "Fuck his brains out."

"Really?" she said.

"We have been like family," I said. "Go wake him up," I prodded.

She leaned over in the dark and kissed me. "Thank you, sweetheart." Without more delay, she squirmed out of her sleeping bag and unzipped the tent. I heard his tent zipper, then I heard muffled voices. Finally it was quiet and I rolled over and went to sleep.

I woke up at about seven, got out of my tent and made a fire. I heated water for coffee, got things ready for breakfast. At about eight thirty David and Pam came over and brought some eggs and hash potatoes and a skillet. I let them use my fire and they cooked breakfast and shared what they had. I ate with them and at about nine Claire climbed out of Jim's tent.

David looked at Pam, then at me and smiled.

He understood perfectly. Claire put on a jacket and came to the fire. No one said anything about where she'd spent the night, but people chatted naturally and we ate breakfast with no comment about who my wife spent her night with.

At eleven David and Pam packed up their gear and started hiking up the trail. As they left they wore only packs, hats, and boots. "Maybe we'll see you up the trail," they said to us as they left.

At noon, we had lunch, giving Claire and Jim time to rest before we left. As we started up the trail, Claire took the lead, and Jim and I followed her, both of us admiring her cute little bare bottom swaying back and forth under her pack.

That afternoon we made camp by a hot springs and built a fire, put up our tents very close to each other, but nobody mentioned the elephant in the room. After we ate, sat quietly at the fire, and looked into the flames, I said, "I should have guessed about you two, but it is not a bad thing. I love you both," I said. "How about she stays with each of us? One night with you and the next night with me."

I looked over at Claire. "What do you say, sweetheart?" She smiled, leaned over and kissed me.

"I say that sounds good," she said. "I didn't tell you cause I didn't want to hurt you. I love you, but I think I love you both," she said.

"I think I already knew that," I said. "She's a special person," I said looking at Jim.

"Very," he said.

That night she slept with me and our sex was absolutely wonderful. We slept until nine, and when we got out of our tent Jim had made a fire and was fixing breakfast. We ate in peaceful silence. We didn't need to talk about it, and there was a serene quality to the morning that was remarkable.

That day we swam at a pool at the base of a waterfall. There was a large flat rock in the middle of the pool and we sunned on the rock on our sleeping pads. I had dozed and when I woke Jim was fucking Claire not five feet from me.

I watched her kneeling over him in a wild and lusty cowgirl. She bounced over him like a rodeo rider on a bronco. Seeing them fuck was hotter than I ever imagined it would be. When she came she lifted one arm and braced herself over him with the other.

Seeing them fuck was like the last stage in letting her go and giving her the space to be free and share her with him. We finished the trip with Claire spending one night in Jim's tent and the next in mine. It was, I don't have to say, the best camping trip of my life.

We got home Saturday night and the three of slept in our bed, me on one side of the her and Jim on the other. We fucked her like a team and she did each of us with her mouth.

Afterwards we stretched out and recovered like runners after a marathon.

Jim moved back to California and brought his things to our house, moving them into our guest room. He found a job on Beverly Drive with an investment firm and for all intents and purposes is Claire's other husband. Our camping trip that we had dreamed about for years ended up being one of the most important things we have ever done.

David and Pam contacted us and we got together the next year. "We feel special," Pam said, "because we saw you come out of Jim's tent that night. We have a similar arrangement. David has a friend, Susan, who he sees regularly, and I have an intimate friend as well."

She looked around the room at us. "When we saw you come out of Jim's tent," she said to Claire, "we thought you were our kind of people."

They stayed with us two weeks and we went to concerts, a couple of movies, and got along just great. The next summer we went back with them to the Desolation Wilderness. We all camped in the same spot, putting our tents in a circle. Claire spent one night in my tent and the next with Jim.

We talked a lot about our new lifestyle, and we all agreed it was a mature and rational way to live. Claire had a baby this last year. We now have a daughter, Sierra, and we don't know who the father is, but it doesn't matter to us. She has one mother and two fathers, that is what is important.

She calls both Jim and me daddy, and is best friends with Pam and David's daughter Emily. We see them every month and spend at least one night together having dinner, attending a musical event, or just hanging out.

Our first backpacking trip to the Desolation Wilderness has made a big difference in our lives and is a special place to us all. Pam and David are now our closest friends, and we plan to go back to the wilderness every year with them. Our daughters have pledged to be friends "forever" and have exchanged friendship necklaces.

You never know how things will turn out in life. That is why we take it as it comes and look at the good of what life gives us. It gave us a family I never expected to have, and we have a home that we cherish, and a family that we love. It may not be an exciting story, but it is a loving and rewarding one. Thanks for listening.