Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

The muscular young husband leaned forward and hugged his wife tightly to his firm hard chest. He pulled the black curls away from her ear and whispered suggestively, "Christ, baby, I can tell it'll be all right from now on… I can just feel it in my cock! And I've arranged a little surprise for you, darling, and you're going to love it all the more, now…"

The two married lovers fell back into the mattress entwined in each other's arms, and they lay there together clutching and stroking at each other's flesh all through the dinner hour, and almost past dusk.

The air was cool but not cold when Mark and Natalie Jenkins joined the other staff members and the hundred teenaged campers down by the lake for the campfire. Mark's group of twelve boys had already come down with one of the other supervisors, because their own counselor seemed to be taking too long about getting here. They had already marked off their area a few feet away from where the fire would be lit, and Bobby Farris enthusiastically ran up and dragged the nature guide and his wife into their understood territory.

"You're sure late, Mark," he said breathlessly.

"Well, hell, he's married to Mrs. Jenkins, isn't he?" Rich Simmons asked logically, remembering how long he spent yesterday with that very same woman.

"Shh!" Jason Powell cautioned his cabin-mates meaningfully. He still didn't know what kind of an arrangement his female teacher and her counselor husband had going between themselves, and he didn't want to give anything away.

Natalie stole a smile at her young blond lover, assuring him that he wasn't to worry any more about what she had told him last week. This evening's conversation with her husband had confirmed that most of her opinions and beliefs about Mark sexually were wrong, and she was going to start in right now to correct them. Unhesitatingly, she sat down in the sand beside the fourteen year old and laid her hand familiarly on his knee.

Mark looked down and winked his approval before settling himself a few feet away, where he could fully see his wife's bold squeezing of the youth's folded leg. Jason blushed confusedly, but the sun was so low already that his change of color went unnoticed. Natalie merely smiled contentedly while they all waited for the program to start.

Each campfire night was highlighted by a special program had consisted of a series of skits presented by the members of each of the cabin-groups, and tonight, an astronomer had come up from the city to give a lesson on the constellations. The moon was waning so there was little light to detract from the stars, and the intelligent university professor was able to capture the boys' attention for over an hour as he related the long and sometimes intricate myths behind the constellations. Then he explained some of the science-fiction-like theories about phenomena like black holes and anti-matter, and the discussion that followed nearly used up all the time allotted for the campfire get-together.

Stuart Brooks regretfully announced that since the main feature of the meeting had taken up the entire time period, and since the huge bonfire had already nearly burned itself out, the counselors would have to take their groups back to the cabins, and they would save the marshmallows and songs for the next gathering. A groan arose from the hundred wide-awake teenagers, but the Camp Director remained firm. Slowly but surely the groups of boys stood up and brushed the sand off their pants, reluctantly following their leaders' instructions to hurry.

Only Mark Jenkins' group remained. It was their night to put out the fire and clean up the beach area, so they were allowed an extra half-hour before lights-out in their cabin. But their illustrious counselor had even better plans for tonight.

As soon as all the other occupants of Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys had disappeared into their cabins and the lights had gradually flickered off, Mark signaled to wiry Art Towne and helpful Glenn Story to start setting up for the surprise party. The two thirteen year olds agreeably rolled out a huge tarpaulin that seemed to materialize out of nowhere, and over it, they laid several of the satin-lined sleeping bags that they had spirited out of their cabins. Two or three of the other boys produced lanterns that they had secreted in the shrubbery, and Art knowledgeably tested the mantles and lit them. He had adjusted the gauzy mantles at their lowest intensity, so when the lanterns were set on the ground, they bathed the whole tarpaulin in orange light without disturbing the darkness of the lakeside or the sky.

Natalie was vaguely aware that several of the boys seemed to be disappearing into the bushes only to return in various states of undress. Yesterday, this would have frightened her, and put her on her guard, but tonight, with her husband's reassuring approval, the dark-haired wife could hardly contain her anticipation.

One of the youngsters motioned her to lie down in the middle of the thick, plush mattress composed of sleeping bags folded out and stacked over the tarp. She willingly complied and made no protest when another young boy began to undress her with tender, caring gentleness. Mark seemed to appear at her side with a box, crudely gift-wrapped but obviously well-intentioned. He opened it for her while she watched in the dim light, and she sighed in excitement when she saw that it was a full-length, hot pink lace gown, made of the sheerest nylon fabric she had ever seen.

"The boys thought you'd like it," he explained with a smile, and Natalie laughed happily as she sat up and pulled it on as a flimsy disguise for her nakedness. An audible gasp of appreciation went up from the gathering of boys around the makeshift bed, and the black-haired teacher nodded to them in response.

"I'm ready whenever you are," she announced unhesitatingly, never doubting for a moment what her husband had planned as a surprise for her.

"Okay," a young male voice said softly, as his shadowed form stepped forward boldly. "I'll go first." Natalie sucked in her breath when she saw that it was Jason Powell. The sight of his splendid nakedness glimmering in the faint light filled her with the same lustful desire that she had felt that first afternoon last week, when he had come to pick up Mark's book. She raised her head and watched in aroused fascination as the youth slowly lifted the new pink gown from her legs. She trembled in excitement as the boy's hands began their lewd seductive movements over her exposed thighs and hips with the ease of familiarity. His original hesitation had been stilled by his counselor's assurance that everything was all right, and he was no longer afraid to touch the teacher's beautiful young body. His fingers danced over the soft strands of dark silky pubic hair and he breathed huskily, "Spread your legs apart."

Natalie obediently opened her thighs, but the impatient youth grabbed her knees and forced them even farther apart, exposing the full length of her cuntal slit to the other boys' leering eyes. It was exciting her to have all these young males around her, and with her own dear husband watching, too! God, it's unbelievable, she thought as she sought out his face in the sensuous darkness surrounding the bed they had created for her. Unable to pick out Mark's appreciatively watching eyes, Natalie looked back at her lover, watching him reach forward to run his middle finger up the tightly closed slit of her cunt, parting the soft vaginal hairs and feeling the smooth moist pink flesh underneath. Her hips jerked beneath the sudden contact as his finger dipped experimentally into her warm, damp vaginal opening.

Natalie could feel the pit of her belly and thighs hot and moist from the lewd spectacle unfolding with her at its center. There were at least a half dozen teenagers around the tarpaulin, almost all of them completely naked in the mild summer air with their hard cocks jerking gleamingly in the dim orange light. She arched her back as she felt someone lift the filmy nightgown up toward her shoulders, then raised her arms to let them pull it away from her body.