"I'd love to help too," chimed in a laughing Joe.
Belle looked at both of them... Pete was still a good-looking man and he was pretty good in the sack back in the day. She'd always had a crush on Joe and had made herself wet more than once at work thinking about what it would be like with him. For a moment, nothing was said and the three just looked at each other, quietly, all trying to hide from themselves and each other, that they were thinking the same thing.
Pete cleared his throat and broke the silence, and said, "I got what I need, I'll see ya back at the fire."
Joe looked down and picked up a case of beer. As he walked by Belle he stopped and said, "looks like our spouses are getting pretty drunk. I'm a little bit too which is why I can say that after everyone passes out, I'll be down by the dock around midnight... I mean, if ya want to..." he didn't finish. He just blushed and looked away and walked back down to the fire.
Belle was soaked. She loved her husband, and they had a good sex life, but she'd always found herself imagining being with other men. She'd never acted on it. But now, after the boys had just said what they'd said, she was thinking. Thinking hard, picturing and fantasizing. What would it be like? Joe's words ran through her mind as she got some snacks and the bottle of Jack and soon went back to the campfire herself.
The night went on, there were laughs and talking, but the looks between Belle and Joe were different. Pete saw it, and he began to wonder. There was definitely an attraction between her and Joe. He smiled to himself, remembering when he and Belle used to exchange those looks.
Finally, it was time to call it a night. It was close to midnight and the spouses were pretty drunk, but Pete and Joe had slowed down their drinking and Belle didn't drink much anyway. They all said goodnight and hugged each other.
When Joe gave Belle a hug it lasted just a hair too long and she unmistakably felt him press his hips into her. It felt good. She watched him walk away and turned to see Peter staring at her. She blushed; she knew she'd been caught. He came up and hugged her goodnight and whispered, "Don't worry hon, I remember when you looked at me like that. Your secret's safe with me." And with that, they walked with their spouses to their tents. Given the lateness of the evening and the amount of drinking, it wasn't long before two wives and a husband were completely passed out. Too much drinking, no fooling around, no sex, head down and out cold!
Belle couldn't sleep. All she could think about was what Joe had said to her about being down at the dock. She'd always had that crush on him. He was great looking and if his hands were any indication, his cock had to be fantastic, or so the tale went. She, again, felt herself moisten as she thought about him and what his touch would feel like. The only thing that broke her fantasy was the snap of a twig. She looked out of her tent to see Joe walking in the direction of the dock. Stomach churning, she looked at her sleeping husband. He was out cold and in a couple of seconds, heart in throat she was out... out of the tent.
As she approached the dock, she could see Joe sitting there. He stood as he saw her coming. There were no words, just a brief pause to exchange knowing looks before they were in each other's arms. He enveloped her, his lips over hers, tongue anxiously searching her mouth. She moaned as her nipples hardened and she felt her wetness begin to seep from her and flow down the inside of her thighs. He undid her shirt as she unbuckled his jeans. Half undressed, they kissed again then broke to completely disrobe. She was just as he thought. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned to her hot body. He leaned in and took one in his hand and sucked on the hard nipple of the other. She pressed his head into her and with her free hand reached down and gripped his erection. It was beautiful, long and powerful like him.
She began to stroke him and gently guided him back to the dock. She whispered, "sit," and he did. She knelt before him, looking into his eyes as her hands slowly worked their way up his thighs. He looked back, unable to move. His cock ached. He was so fucking hard! Joe hadn't been turned on like this in forever. He felt her breasts rest on the top of his thighs as she leaned in and took him in her mouth. His hands clenched the side of the dock as she tongued his tip and then slowly devoured the rest of him. Joe's head went back, and he gazed at the night sky, feeling her warm mouth sucking his cock and listening to the sounds she made doing it. It was fucking amazing.
He looked down at her and said, "Jesus Belle, you're amazing.... Fuck baby!"
