A Glowing Ember

"We better get dressed and get back to the campsite. Barry will be wondering what happened to us." I knew Barry couldn't give a rat's ass about us and said,

"Why didn't you want to cum inside me, Joe? I'm on contraceptives...hmmmm?" He kissed my open lips and said,

"I wanted to Jill...very much, but time isn't on our side tonight. Someday...somewhere...I'll fuck you silly and cream your pussy. I promise...Jill."

That was good enough for me. I grabbed a nearby towel and wiped myself off and hoping Barry was too drunk to smell me when we go to bed later. In the moonlight as we dressed, I noticed a big wet spot in the middle of the bed and smiled, but I couldn't help mention,

"At least we both climaxed and climaxed good from the looks of that wet spot."

Joe rolled his eyes and kissed me while I held him close for a moment savoring the passion we shared. I went through the small trailer and closed all the windows and curtains and once out side in the cool night air, I locked the door and returned the key to its hiding place under the metal entry step and pushed the step into the trailer. We left holding hands all the way back and never said a word to each other...because words weren't necessary...but feelings were. I felt wonderful...noooo, horny and dirty but very invigorated when we got back to the campsite and Barry was still sitting in the same place I left him two hours earlier. When he saw me he said,

"I see you found my little buddy. Hey, what happened to you...shit head...get lost?" Joe nodded and mentioned,

"Yeah...something like that. Any more beer, buddy?"

"In the cooler Hawkeye. Don't expect me to get it for you...you got legs and get my wife one while you're there." I sat next to my very drunk husband and Joe handed me the beer and even opened it for me. I couldn't help think,

"What a gentleman and what a lover."

Barry was taking a sip of his beer and out of the blue said,

"Hey Jill...how about giving Joe a blowjob while I watch...like we talked about and you agreed...remember?"

Suddenly I was embarrassed because I didn't remember that particular conversation we had, but then again...I often don't remember a lot of what my husband says because I just tune him out most of the time. However, if we did have that conversation...it was private and I still would have been embarrassed because Joe was sitting there. I thought for a moment...nothing...I still didn't remember it and asked,

"When did I agree to that?" Barry just winked at Joe in a teasing way and took a sip of beer and said,

"That one night when you and I were shitfaced and talking about people we would like to fuck. I mentioned that I would love to fuck your sisters and you shot back that you would love to give Joe a blowjob while I watched?"

I didn't know what to say because Joe was wide-eyed and wondering what was going on. I honestly didn't remember the conversation or agreeing to a blowjob, but in the horny mood I was in, I agreed,

"Okay...why the hell not? Remember Barry, this is a one time deal...and don't you even say anything to anyone about this...promise?"

"I promise never to bring it up again." Barry took a swig of beer and said to Joe,

"Go ahead little buddy...she's all yours."

Joe looked at Barry, then at me. I nodded with a smile and Joe dropped his jeans and slid down his shorts and stood near the campfire. I jumped off the tailgate and stood next to Joe as Barry nodded approvingly and took another swig of beer and said,

"Go on Jill. Show Joe what he's missing...now before I sober up and change my mind."

Before me in the light of the campfire, Joe's ten-inch was limp, but soooo inviting. God...another chance to suck his cock tonight...I thought to myself. I knelt down and held Joe's ample manhood and stroked it until it was hard. Quiet moans from Joe filled the night air as I took it in my mouth and deep throated it down to the hairy balls. I glanced a look at my hubby and he had his cock out and stroking it feverously, but I was more interested in Joe's cock. I could still taste my cum that was on Joe's cock and that excited me more and I soon forgot about Barry and his insensitive tuber. After sucking Joe for twenty minutes, my legs were cramping up and I stood up and faced my hubby and said,

"Now I want Joe in my pussy...please?"

Barry nodded his okay while still beating his meat and reached back in the truck for an Army blanket and threw it to me. I spread it out between our truck and the campfire so no one will see us except my husband. I striped naked and laid on the blanket...spreading my thighs wide and smiling even wider. The wetness of my pussy glistened in the light of the campfire and I felt do fuckin dirty...but I loved it. Joe was naked in a flash and mounted me...then put his lovely big cock to my pussy and pushed in. I yelled out of shear delight as I felt him deep inside me for the second time tonight. Barry looked around and told me to keep it down...but I knew full well that I probably wouldn't. Joe was doing me missionary style when I whispered,

"Do me doggy style, then let me ride you?"

Suddenly I was on all fours and Joe spread wide my butt cheeks and was soon driving into my wet horny pussy from behind. I looked off to the side and saw that my husband was still jacking off his seven-incher. I didn't care. I wanted Joe and only Joe. As Joe humped me, my big 36DD titties swung from side to side and back and forth under me and I moaned loudly...I couldn't keep quiet because I'm a noisy lover. Joe's one hand was holding my hip for support while his free hand was squeezing my ample hooters and just that alone made me swoon uncontrollably.

After a half hour of doggy fucking, Joe pulled out and got down on his back...his ten-inch cock standing straight up like a flagpole. I then kissed him and turned myself around and straddled him...facing my husband all the while. I flashed Barry a devilish smirk and eased myself down on Joe's magnificent love tool and immediately swooned when I hit bottom...then working my hips up and down to further enhance what I was feeling. Every time I came down, Joe pushed up to drive into me deeper and deeper. From Joe's quiet moans, I knew he was enjoying me...even with his best friend, my hubby, only a few feet away.

Suddenly, Barry was straddling Joe's chest and pushing his seven-inch cock into my mouth. I took it gladly...it was the least I could do. I love oral...even if it's with my husband, but tonight I didn't care. Cock is cock no matter who it belongs too and I enjoyed them both. My pussy was getting the royal treatment, as was my mouth and both men were getting satisfied by me. When my climax hit, I was quaking and shaking to beat the band and felt Joe's cock stiffen...he was about to blow. He did, but this time he shot his load deep inside me and I managed to let out a yell...even with a cock in my mouth. Barry's eyes rolled back and shot his load in my face and upper chest...he creamed me but good.

When we were all fucked out, we cleaned up and got dressed and stood by the tailgate and talked...with me in the middle of course. Barry leaned over me to tell Joe,

"Wasn't that great. See what you're missing little buddy?"

"Yeah...that was great...thanks to the both of you." I smiled and whispered to Joe when Barry went to get a beer,

"No...thank you Joe. Next time we meet...it'll be just the two of us...I promise."

Joe nodded with a broad smile, but didn't reply. He went over to the cooler and grabbed a cold one and sat down by his buddy and they started in with the tall tales and dirty guy talk...minus me of course. After the sex is over, I guess the woman has to take her leave and let the men alone to talk. My hubby would look my way and say something to Joe and snicker now and then and I didn't exactly know how to interpret that, but it made me feel cheap and dirty. I suddenly regretted doing Joe in front of my husband, but I didn't regret making love to him in the trailer. I rolled my eyes and just washed my hands of the two idiots and gladly went to bed.

In the morning, I woke early to find Barry lying in bed still dressed with his arms around me and laying close...spoon style. He smelled worse than a saloon and I quietly pulled myself away and while he slept, I quickly dressed in clean clothes, but I really needed a shower. We do have a small shower stall in the trailer, but it always ran out of hot water after five minutes so I never use it. I grabbed my overnight bag and hand bag and quietly made my way down to the side door, but stopped long enough to write a quick note informing Barry that I went home and stuck it to the fridge. Joe was sound to sleep, but at least he had the sense to get into pajamas before crawling into bed. That brought a smile to my face so I kissed him on the forehead to say goodbye, but that was admittedly risky in the light of day and my husband was sober. Who knows what he would do if he ever found out what Joe and I did last night in that trailer...without his permission. I drove up to Gammy Kelso to say goodbye to Cindy and told her I'll pick her up sometime Sunday morning because she had soccer practice in the afternoon. Cindy furled her forehead and asked,

"Can't I come home with Daddy?" I reluctantly agreed, but at the same time relieved that I wouldn't have to make another trip down there and said,

"I guess that'll be ok, but tell your father that you must be home by noon the latest...you have soccer practice at one o'clock. Well, goodbye baby...I love you."

"I love you too mommy."

I left and was driving down the gravel road when Barry came out of the trailer and clutching the note I left him in his hand. I beeped and waved as I passed and he waved back. I honestly had to wonder if my husband remembered last night? As I drove home to the city, all I could think about was Joe and the intimacy we shared last night...in the trailer and at the campsite. I could still feel his ten- inch dick deep inside me...a big, hard invader, but Barry's cock in my mouth couldn't be dismissed either. I was starting to swoon and slipped my hand down into my shorts to relieve my pussy of the pressure I was feeling.

I couldn't wait to get home and brush my teeth and then get into a steaming hot shower and wash away this grimy feel of wilderness off my city gal body. I was still feeling horny when I got home and headed strait to the bathroom. However, as horny as I was feeling, I reluctantly washed Joe's cum off me even though I wanted to savor that bit of our intimacy a little longer. An hour later, I was heading to work for my 8 to 12 Saturday shift, but to be honest, I was still in a horny mood. Soooo, that was my exciting night in the wilds, but I guess it was really the turning point in the way I thought about my uncaring husband and his caring best friend. My eyes were now wide open to the mistake I made when I married Barry.

After my eye opening wilderness adventure, I soon began to love Joe from afar when the three of us were together...watching him and wishing he were the man I married. My Hell was living in a marriage that was totally one sided...I was told that I was happy, but I wasn't. Oh, I went through the motions of being the obedient and faithful wife and never gave Barry any reason to yell at me or strike me...but when he drank, the devil was in him. Our daughter Cindy, as a child often went to bed frightened and crying when Barry came home drunk. Those were terrible times I sooner forget, but they are a part of me...of who I am. With all this said however, I think a part of me still loved my husband, but I didn't like what he turned into when he drank.

There was another incident a year later that I kept secret, hidden from Barry for all of our married life. Even today, when I think back on it...I still get hot and a bit flushed...because it involved Joe again. I was thirty-five at the time and it was the Labor Day weekend...I think it was 1993. Anyhow, my nine year old daughter was staying at my mom's house the week before school started and Barry was working the second shift at Imocon...a company that makes high pressure rings for jet engines and he wouldn't be home till eleven thirty that night. It was around seven pm, when the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. Since it was a Friday evening and very warm, I was wearing sweat pants and one of my husband's new white cotton XL tee shirts that didn't fit him and his beer belly, but it fit me just fine. I had my hair up in curlers and I looked terrible. I wasn't wearing a bra either because I wasn't going anywhere. In fact...I hated wearing bras when I had too, but with my ample chest...I had too especially careful at work. No sense in arousing the hard working stiffs at Pa Gas and water. Upon opening the door, I was pleasantly surprise to see it was Joe and welcomed him and I couldn't help notice the beer he was holding and said,

"Hi...what brings you out here? If you're looking for Barry, he's still at work."

Joe put down the case of beer on top of the two that were at his feet and gave me a big smile...apologizing,

"Hi Jill. I know and I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Since everything is closed tomorrow Barry called me at work and asked me to pick up a three cases of beer for him on my way home. I guess he's going out to the camp ground tomorrow and didn't have a chance to go down to the beer distributors."

"Barry never told me he was planning to go camping this weekend, but that's not unusual for him. But you're the one that should be inconvenienced, Joe...not me." I said while shaking my head. Joe just smiled and said,

"Barry is my best friend and he does favors for me sometimes." I just shrugged my shoulders and said,

"Well, put the beer down in the family room...by the fridge...I'll put it in later. Barry hates warm beer." I said while Joe nodded and agreed...with a smile,

"Tell me something I don't know."

I smiled and rolled my eyes and grabbed a case of beer and Joe picked up the other two and followed me down the steps to the basement family room. I then showed him where to put the beer. However, I really didn't have to tell him where everything was because Joe was a frequent guest in our house. Joe suggested,

"I'll help you stock the fridge since I'm here."

I think Joe was actually nervous being alone with me. Come to think of it, so was I. We were never alone together in all the years we knew each other...except last year when he got lost down at the camp ground and I went looking for him...and we ended up making love...twice. Other that erotic tryst in that small trailer and later making love at the campsite while Barry watched, Barry was always with us. I opened the fridge door and made room along side the half case of beer already in there and said,

"Um, you hand them to me and I'll stack them because I like to have a little air space around the cases so they can cool quicker." In a few minutes we were done and I got up and adjusted the temperature to "colder" and closed the door. Joe smiled and looked at the time and said,

"Well, I better get going...I haven't been home yet."

Joe headed for the door and was about to leave when I said,

"How about a cold one for your trouble?"

Our family room was small, perhaps twelve feet by twelve feet. Along one wall was an eight foot long bar...with the beer fridge anchoring the doorway wall. In the corner, behind the bar was a wet sink with running water. On the other side of the family room, there is a gun safe in the left corner...then a sofa bed along the far wall and a TV sitting in the right corner. Directly across from the doorway, on the opposite wall, there is a woodstove and small woodpile. My husband...spends a lot of time down there playing poker with his work buddies...especially during hunting season. My husband is an avid hunter.

"Ummm...okay...one for the road won't hurt." Joe said as he sat on one of the bar stools and watched me go behind the bar and open him a cold one. I smiled and asked,

"Can or glass?"

"Can is fine."

I opened two cans ofBud,handing Joe one and pouring mine into a tall beer glass, but I had to say,

"Usually I have it straight from the can, but tonight...I don't know...I feel different?" Joe smiled and took a sip and mentioned,

"Yeah, sometimes you feel like a can...sometimes you don't?" Suddenly Joe made a Popeye face and said in a gravelly pirate voice,

"Argggg...me hearty...a vast ye mate. Reeeal men drink Bud from a can...diiin't chu knowww?" I rolled my eyes and asked,

"What about us women?"

"Argggg...a vast ye prity wench. Real women drink Bud from a glass...Argggg."

I was laughing so hard...beer shot out my nose. Joe had an off the wall sense of humor and always made me laugh. I mean, God...I knew him since the early seventies...long before Barry and I got married. However, I didn't know anything about him...what he thought about the world, love or his job. It made me sad to think that we never had the intimacy that came with a long friendship. Whenever the three of us got together...the center of attention was always my Barry...the life of the party. I was beginning to think my husband was afraid to leave us alone. However, last years romp in the sack for Joe and I spoke volumes. I mean, god...the spark is still there ready to reignite us both. Just then I noticed Joe's beer was empty and with out asking, I opened him another. Joe smiled and thanked me and said,

"These are better...cold...who would have funk."

I was laughing and was actually having a good time. By now, I was on my third beer and Joe was still nursing his second. I asked with a pie eyed smile,

"What's the matter...why aren't you drinking? Am I that boring?" Joe took a swig and smiled back at me. I think he was beginning to feel no pain and said,

"No, I have to drive and I'm already starting to feel a beer buzz." I winked and said,

"Don't worry about it...drink as much as you like and enjoy yourself. Besides, I won't let a friend drive home drunk and I'll drive you home myself if I have too." Joe smiled and took a swig of beer and admitted,

"If you did that...who would drive you home? Um, but to tell you the truth, Jill...you're never boring. I always had a great admiration for you."

"In what way?" I asked while trying to light a cigarette with a dead lighter.

"Well, you're very attractive and I always thought you were beautiful." I fluttered my eyelids seductively and mentioned,
"Even with my hair up in curlers?"

"Even with your hair up in curlers...you're still a beautiful woman." I smiled but said jokingly,

"I think you had one too many beers or you need glasses...Joe." Joe smiled again and revealed,

"No Jill...the beer I can handle and I have 20/20 vision. To be honest with you and these four walls...I was actually jealous of Barry when he married you...I wish it were me that married you. Excuse me, but can I use the facilities?"

"Sure...go ahead. You know where it is and you don't have to ask permission. We're all good friends here." Joe smiled and said

"I know, but I hate to take advantage that way. I'll be right back."

I knew for the longest that Joe was a true gentleman and I found him to be most refreshing, but sometimes just being a gentleman isn't enough. But dammit, I wished he would get some balls and make a move on me again...like he did last year. A year later and I still can feel his kisses on my lips. I still can feel his hot cock deep in my pussy and my violent orgasm and his cumming on my back and ass and later, while my husband watched...inside my pussy. I can still feel it all like it was yesterday.

I watched Joe wobble down the short hallway past the laundry room to the powder room that had a vanity sink and toilet. We had for such emergencies because I didn't like Barry's sloppy poker buddies traipsing up to our bathroom upstairs...usually a mess for me to clean up was the result.