Our tent was already setup and my wife and I were lounging in lawn chairs, sipping a cold beer, when your minivan pulled into the camp spot next to ours. We had decided to spend a week camping at Truman Lake and campgrounds in the upper Missouri Ozarks. As you and your husband climbed out of the van and stretched from the long ride, my wife and I walked over to introduce ourselves. Since we were going to be camp spot neighbors, it seemed only the neighborly thing to do. I shook your husband's hand and turned to take yours, my eyes dropping to take in your full breasts pressing against the thin material of a halter-top. Realizing I had stared too long at your breasts, I looked quickly to your eyes, and seeing the mischievous twinkle there, I knew I had been caught. Taking your hand and squeezing it firmly, and holding perhaps a bit too long, I introduced my self to you as well.
"So, how about a cold beer," I offered, "And we will help you get setup." The offer was quickly accepted and in moments you and your husband were popping the tops on very cold Miller Lite's. Your husband and I went to work setting up your tent while you and my wife chatted and unloaded items from the van. After getting your campsite in order, we all agreed to head down to the swim area to cool off.
The campsites and picnic area closer to the lake were unusable, due to Truman being a flood control lake, and the water was unusually high, covering some of the picnic tables with 8-10 inches water. But the swimming area had been built with sand running up far enough so that a nice beach was evident even with the high water. We kicked back for another couple cold ones as we got acquainted. I soon learned that you were from south Missouri, and were taking a vacation away from two small girls and the hectic life of an elementary school teacher. Through the early evening, I continued to steal glances at you, and was often enough caught, although I tried to hide my attraction, out spouses, seemingly oblivious to the sexual tension building between us.
We got up a game of water volleyball and headed into the water to play, paring off so that you and I were playing our spouses. The four of us played and splashed like children until it was too dark to see. Several times, especially as darkness descended, we collided when going after a ball, providing wonderful opportunities for general groping and fondling. As the evening ended, and we retired to our respective tents, I just hoped my wife would be receptive to the high state of arousal I was finding my self in.
We fucked like animals immediately upon retiring and then with our heightened passion sated, settled into a long slow sensuous love making session. As we lay together, my hard cock buried in my wife's hot pussy, I could hear faint moans and pleasurable cries coming from your tent, located not 25 feet away. It was a night for lovers, so it seemed.
I didn't see you again until the next evening. I came in from a fishing trip to find you lying on the man made beach in a very revealing swimsuit, soaking in the late evening sun.
"Where's hubby?" I asked as I pulled my lounger next to you.
