Chapter 2

Nights became almost like torture, and so, so long. I was on autopilot at night. Go to bed, pant, moan, you tiger, fuck Momma, that was so good Bob, you’re the best Bob. Quickly “Snore, snore.” was all I heard. Get up, clean myself off, and go to the other bedroom to dream of Abby. I was so glad he would do his business as soon as we went to bed and not make me waste a few precious hours available for dreaming, time where I dreamed only of Abby.

Usually I could just close my eyes and I’d see Abby touching me. Sometimes I’d read a few pages, catch a new idea to try. I’d become addicted to her touch, me touching her. I didn’t know what I’d do about Bob, what she’d do about Steve. Neither of us would ever leave our husbands I guessed. I kept reassuring myself that our few hours in the morning were enough.

The days became weeks, then months. Our periods often came at about the same time and we would just kiss and fondle each other’s breasts, or maybe just a little touching of our asshole, never quite getting to the point of penetration or licking as so often happens in the stories. Sometimes we would take turns just resting a head in the others lap, listing to an erotic story being read while a hand softly stroked our face.

“A little bad news Kate. Steve informed me that we are going camping for a week.”

“Holy shit! Not sure I can let you be gone that long.”

“I know. I feel exactly the same way. I treasure our few hours each morning. Some days, it’s all that gets me though these days.”

“Never expected it would get like this.”

“I was afraid it would. I was pretty desperate for some contact though.”

“I know I sure was. Any chance Steve might ask Bob about us coming along?”

“Oh I don’t know if I could stand having you around, but not being able to touch you.”

“Maybe they’d go fishing or something?”

I felt sure that Steve would ask Bob. They were pretty good friends and liked to do things together, golfing, sports, stuff like that. You know, guy’s stuff. Now I was wishing that the four of us had done more together, but maybe this would be the start of a closer friendship. Well not that close. Gag me!

The lake was huge; the wind fanned small ripples of waves over the surface. A few powerboats zoomed around with skiers behind them. The camping area was large enough that the tents were not jammed right next to each other. A husband in the next campsite watched as Abby and I set up the tent. Guess he was expecting us to ask for help. We didn’t. Steve and Bob returned with some firewood from the camp store.

“Great job ladies. Steve and I talked. You can have the tent and we’ll sleep by the fire.”

The gods were sure shinning on us now. I had to control myself to keep from screaming ‘woo hoo!’ I looked at Abby and she had a devilish grin on her face.

“How sweet of you Steve.” She gave him a little peck on the cheek. He stuck his chest out and acted so proud of himself. She was good at stroking his ego and he never would quite know what hit him either.

I was glad it was late afternoon; now all I had to do was suffer a few more hours until the guys were ready to turn in. God it was insufferable listing to Bob and Steve blow smoke out their butts about work, golf, football games, and other inane bull shit.

“Maybe Kate and I will take a little walk. Sure you both have lots more to talk about.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. A single finger locked with another, we walked away from the camp. Neither stopped talking long enough to even wave.

When we were out of sight of the guys, Abby’s grip of my finger became an arm around my waist and a kiss on the lips.

I looked over at her. “Yeah. Just us darling.”

We found a rock jutting into the lake about 5 feet and sat down. Abby was sitting between my legs, leaning back against me. My arms were around her, my face resting on her shoulder, cheek against cheek.

“Look at that sunset!” I nibbled on her ear.

“As much flame as in my heart right now.”

I tighten my grip around her waist for a moment and kissed her cheek a few times.

We sat for a few hours, her leaning against me, our legs touching, our hands touching here and there, not really saying much, and just enjoying these moments. It was completely dark as we returned to the camp. Both guys laying on their sleeping bags, empty beer bottles filled a grocery bag.

Bob raised his head a little. “Sleep tight.” Steve didn’t move.

“You too.” Rest assured we would, real tight. Abby zipped the door to the tent.

Undressed, laying on top of the sleeping bags, we cuddled and drifted off to sleep, our first night sleeping together. I hoped not our last.

Very quietly, Abby whispered into my ear. “I love you sweetheart.” Sweetheart? I liked that. It was so hard not to just eat her up and make her scream through orgasm after orgasm. Somehow we both managed to control ourselves all night long.

I heard the banging of some pot lids and footsteps near the fire. I knew we only had a few minutes before our presence would be demanded. I quickly kissed Abby awake, making a fast touch between her legs. She rolled towards me and kissed me hard on the lips.

Softly, trying not to be heard. “That was so wonderful laying next to you Kate.”

“Wake up in there! The fish are already awake.” Steve barked.

“Like I give a fuck.” I mumbled. We pulled on some clothes and our hiking shoes, unzipped the door, and stepped out.

“How’d you sleep in the tent?”

“Not so bad.” I looked at Bob. “Maybe Abby and I can stay home next time and let you two big outdoor guys have it.”

“Wow Bob, Linda’s quite a lady thinking of us like that.”

“Yeah. I sure picked a winner.”

Abby jabbed an elbow in my hip and smiled at me. It was so sad to know they actually believed it.

The rest of the week was a repetition of that day; the guys went off, who cared where. Abby and I went swimming and fooled around. In the evenings the guys drank beer around the fire, Abby and I went on our little hikes and cuddled on the rock.

As we walked hand in hand back to the camp the last night, an older woman stopped us.

“I’ve watched you each night walking like that. I can feel the love between you. I just wanted to say how jealous I am of you, having each other, and having such ignorant, but seemingly happy husbands.”

“Thank you. We feel very blessed to have found each other. Not sure I could live without Abby anymore.”

We walked away, sharing a warm glow, and a firm grip of on each other.

Late the next morning, Abby and I folded the tent up while Steve and Bob loaded the car.

“Great week Bob. Glad Abby talked me into inviting you and Kate.”

“Me too. Maybe just you and I can sneak away one weekend. I even have another week or two of vacation to take.”

“Super. How about next weekend?”

“I’ll check with the little woman. Don’t think it will be a problem.”

Hell no! It won’t be at all. I looked over at Abby and she was having trouble not laughing her ass off. She mouthed ‘I don’t know Steve, I might want to make love to you all weekend long.’

I gave her a little slap on the ass and held a finger up to my lips.

The week could not pass fast enough, even with our daily playtime.

Abby and I helped load the car. It was hard not to just toss things into the trunk from the porch. Or run rather than walk. Of course I wasn’t in a hurry. No, of course not!

“Wonder what the women will do this weekend?”

“Kate mentioned maybe a movie or dinner.”

“Abby said lots of shopping. Glad they seem to get along so well.”

I watched until the car turned the corner and was out of sight before I pulled on Abby’s hand. “Hallelujah! There’re gone.”

Undressed, standing by the bed, we changed the sheets, putting something more feminine than the solid dark brown ones that Bob always insisted we sleep on.

She shook the pillow into the case and tossed it on the mattress. “Done! Quit wasting time now. Unless you want a delay of game penalty?”

As we pulled each other close, mouths pressed against each other, tongues locked together, hands roaming all over, all I could do was to try and will the clock to stop for a very long time.

Probably only a few minutes of kissing, but it was so wonderful that it could have been hours, we paused to just look into each other’s eyes.

“Kate. This is a dream come true.” I felt her fingertips slide down my side, stopping on my hip. “What, 6 months?”

“Maybe. It’s being so wonderful having our mornings, that camping trip, now this weekend. I’m in heaven.”

“Steve mentioned that while the weather’s nice, maybe if this weekend goes well, he’d try to talk Bob into going camping again. Maybe each weekend.”

“Oh damn. Not sure I could let Bob be away that often. What if I need a good fuckin’?”

“I know. Such a sacrifice I guess. But we must let the boys be boys.”

I pulled her on top of me. “You slut. Come fuck me.”

There were not many minutes that weekend where some lips weren’t wrapped around some clit and fingers didn’t fill some pussy. It was like our morning playtime on a repeating loop, only with no pause. The few hours asleep in each other’s arms were a welcome reprieve from our usual evenings; so blissful, so lovely, so soft. I loved the gentle feel of her breath on my chest as she slept. She slept quietly too. Oh a quiet body pressed against me for the whole night. Now that was my idea of bliss.

The camping trips for the guys continued for the rest of the summer, plus a few trips to a golf resort. Abby and I feigned a headache, patted our chests, ‘the vapors you know’, and let them go alone. We were savoring our too few moments together. We had reached a point were we simply didn’t care if they came home.