My Horny Housewife Harem
Part 9 of 16
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Carlos was a shy, fearful virgin when he enrolled in college. Then he met an older woman who made him a man. She also gave him some good advice: instead of looking for romance with clueless girls his age, seek out married women in sexless marriages. His horny housewife harem taught him the ways of erotic love.
All 16 chapters of this tale have been written and will be posted just as quickly as the good folks at Literotica can review them. Here in Part 9, Carlos learns to enjoy sex in a tent.
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Ellen and I thoroughly enjoyed our trip to New York. She took me to a lot of popular tourist stops during the day. At night we dressed up and visited fancy restaurants and clubs. It gave Ellen an opportunity to wear designer evening gowns that displayed more than they concealed. I liked sitting across the table from her in five-star restaurants, having fabulous meals while enjoying the view of her stunning cleavage. It inspired me to go back to our suite afterward and ravage her well-maintained body.
One of the nice things about the trip was that I'd never done anything like it before. A lot of the kids I grew up with enjoyed summer vacation trips with their parents. My Mama and I didn't have the money for stuff like that. I spent my summers working as a stock boy at the grocery store where Mama was a cashier. It wasn't until I graduated from college and got a six-figure job as a software engineer that I had enough money to think about travel.
Since I'm writing this journal as a way to help me resolve issues I'm exploring with my therapist, I should mention that I tend to ruminate over memories of my impoverished childhood. Those lean years made me hungry to become a success as an adult. It pushed me to get a degree, find a good job, and be a success. In retrospect, it was also part of the reason I worked so hard seducing horny housewives like Ellen.
Going to New York with her got me thinking I should arrange trips myself. My first thought was that I'd enjoy taking Rita somewhere nice. She'd treated me well since we began dating, and I wanted to repay her for her kindness. I did a little research on the websites devoted to travel, and pretty quickly I saw that Las Vegas looked like a nice tourist destination. I felt certain that Rita would enjoy sightseeing, concerts, and shows. She enjoyed wearing sexy clothes when we went on dates; I figured she'd like doing that in Las Vegas, and that I'd enjoy admiring her hot young body.
"Carlos, that kind of trip sounds expensive! I can't let you spend that much money on me!" Rita said when I proposed the idea.
"It's not expensive at all," I replied. "The travel agencies sell all kinds of package deals that make trips to Vegas very affordable. Tourism is the foundation of the local economy, so the hotels, restaurants, and entertainment venues put a lot of effort into finding ways to offer bargains that lure people to town. Their goal is to get people to the casinos, where suckers spend the most money. It's not too costly to go to Las Vegas if you just stay out of the casinos. I have no interest in gambling anyway, so we could have a lot of fun at a very reasonable price."
I managed to persuade Rita that it was a good idea. She didn't make enough money to help pay for the trip, so I assured her that I'd cover all the costs. Something about that bothered her, so she came up with a way for us to go on enjoyable trips where she shared the expenses.
"Carlos, I'd love to go to Las Vegas with you," she said. "Go ahead and book the trip. Just tell me when, and I'll arrange to get time off work.
"But if you'd like to take some trips, I've got an idea for something that doesn't take a lot of time to arrange, and it costs a lot less than a place like Las Vegas. Carlos, have you ever gone camping?"
I explained that my Mama and I didn't have the time or money for vacations.
"My parents took me on trips all the time when I was growing up," Rita said. "They loved camping. We made several small trips every year, and a big one every summer. We went to a lot of great places. Yellowstone. Yosemite. The Grand Canyon.
"When I was a kid I didn't appreciate it much. I wanted to go to Disney World or some big amusement park. But when I grew up, I realized how wonderful those camping trips were. I would enjoy going again."
Rita explained that it would be affordable because her parents would happily loan us camping equipment. "Mom asked me if I'm dating anyone, and I told her about you," Rita said. "When she found out you are a college graduate with a good job, she was thrilled. Believe me, my folks will do anything they can to encourage this relationship. They'll give us a load of first-class camping gear anytime we want."
That sounded great. I didn't know anything about camping, but Rita was an expert, and I was sure I'd enjoy going anywhere with her. We made plans to go to Las Vegas in a couple of months, but we also made reservations for the next week at a big state park that was a short drive north.
Like the nerd I am, I did some research about the park, and I was impressed with the beautiful pictures of the scenery. The images were taken by professional photographers, and they did a good job convincing me that I'd love to see all those amazing landscapes with my own eyes.
Those professional photos also made me realize that the amateur pictures I shot in New York were pretty lame in comparison. I came back from that trip with a lot of pictures that did a good job of reminding me where I went and what I did, but the images were pretty boring artistically. Poor composition. Lousy lighting. Very amateurish. Even the nude photos I took of Ellen were nothing like the work of professional erotic photographers. There wasn't a single picture good enough to hang on my wall.
It made me wonder how pros took pictures that were so much better than mine, and that got me thinking about ways to take better photos when Rita and I went exploring the park's beautiful scenic areas. Naturally, I wound up looking at websites that teach the fundamentals of photography in general, and landscape photography in particular. I got so enthusiastic that I decided to buy a fancy camera and learn how to use it.
I felt pretty excited about photography by the time we loaded my car with camping gear and made the trip to the park. Rita always wears sexy clothes when we're together, favoring pretty dresses with short skirts and lots of cleavage. Her camping wardrobe was just as sexy, but it gave off a very different vibe. When I picked her up, Rita was wearing a pair of denim jeans cut so low you could see the sparkly little chain hanging from her cute little belly button, and cut so high they revealed the lower cheeks of her beautiful round butt.
She completed the ensemble with a revealing halter top and a pair of hiking boots. Rita looked like she'd make a good
Campmate of the Month
centerfold model for
Field & Stream
magazine. Every outfit she wore that weekend made her look smoking hot. She turned heads everywhere we went. I was proud to be her date.
Rita showed me how to register at the park, find our campsite, and set up our equipment. Her parents loaned us a five-man tent that was much larger than we needed. They also loaned us a queen-sized air mattress, an inflator pump that plugged into my car's cigarette lighter, and two freshly washed sleeping bags. Rita showed me how you could open the bags up, zip them together, and create one big sleeping bag for two people.
"Have you ever spent the night in a sleeping bag?" Rita said, sitting in the middle of our bed.
"Never," I said. "I never imagined you could be comfortable in a tent. I have to say, this looks pretty comfy."
"The air mattress is the most important part," she said. "If we tried to sleep without it, we'd feel every rock and tree root beneath the tent. The air mattress lifts us off the ground and insulates us from the cold."
"Sounds great," I said.
"Would you like to try it out?" Rita said. She reached behind her head, untied her halter, and bared her big, generous breasts. She keeps saying that someday I'll get tired of playing with her boobs, but I can confirm it ain't happened yet. I stumbled forward, got beside Rita on our bed, and used one hand to squeeze her breast.
"If we're lucky it will rain all weekend," Rita said, giving me that sultry look she always gets when we start to get intimate. "We'd be forced to spend all our time in this tent. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I'd love it. Love love love it," I said, kissing her breast, then sucking the nipple between my lips. "This is a great tent. I want to spend lots of time sleeping in here."
"You won't do much sleeping," Rita said, leaning in and giving me a hot, soulful kiss. "Get out of your clothes, Carlos. I need you naked." It took more effort than usual for us to get undressed because we were both wearing big, clunky hiking boots that had to be unlaced before we could get them off our feet. When I finally got her out of her clothes, Rita was so aroused that we had to force ourselves to slow down and savor the moment.
