My Reluctant Wife on the Appalachian Trial


Many years ago, when I was thirty-five years old and my wife Joan was thirty-two, we decided to hike a section of the Appalachian Trial; starting in Hot Springs, North Carolina, and heading north. We lived in Knoxville, Tennessee at the time, so it was only a short drive to our Hot Springs starting point. It was the beginning of the summer, and our two kids, ages eight and six were at summer camp, and we were both able to take two weeks off from work for this adventure.We had done some camping with the family, so we already had a little of the gear and clothing that we needed for the hike. We just needed to buy some back packs and other, lighter-weight equipment for the long hike. We were also planning on having another child, so Joan had stopped taking her birth-control pills before our tWe were both in pretty good shape, and Joan is five feet and six inches tall, weighed and one hundred and thirty pounds at the time, and she was very fit from her workouts at the gym. She also has shoulder-length, natural blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very pretty face. Her best features though, are her firm D-cup breasts, which didn’t sag much, even though she had breast-fed our two children, and she had the most beautiful, heart-shaped ass I have ever seen on a woman her age.My name is Jim, and I am six feet and one inch tall, weighed one hundred and eighty pounds at the time, and also fit from regular exercise.We had a pretty normal sex life at the time, having sex about four times a week on average, but because I have a small cock, I usually had to bring Joan to orgasm orally after I ejaculated in her. Some years prior, and probably because of feelings of inadequacy about my small dick, I had begun reading porn stories on the internet, and my favorite stories were about small-cocked husbands who were cuckolded by other, well-hung men.In those stories, the husband would suck his wife’s cum-filled pussy and swallow the combined fuck juices after the other man shot his load into her pussy. Joan was aware that I read some of those cuckold stories, and even though she didn’t approve, she didn’t object so long as I kept it hidden from her. She just couldn’t understand how a man could let another man fuck his wife like that, especially since so many of the stories were about black men. Although I had those fantasies, I never thought I’d be able to act on them.Our plan was to hike about ten to fifteen miles a day, depending on the roughness of the terrain and any side hikes we took to points of interest along the way. We were going to take a bus back to Hot Springs, from where ever we ended up. We started the hike on a bright, warm Saturday morning, and were lucky to have gorgeous weather for the first four days. We were both wearing khaki cargo shorts and t-shirts, along with our hiking boots. Joan’s ass looked very tasty in her tight shorts, and since she wasn’t wearing a bra, I saw her breasts move and jiggle in her t-shirt as we walked.We were becoming accustomed to hiking with the heavy back packs, and experienced at setting up camp, cooking, and packing up the next morning. We also enjoyed our cuddle time in the tent at night. We tried our best to wash-up when we had the opportunity on the trail, because we both practiced good hygiene. But I must admit almanbahis that it was arousing to fuck her and suck her pussy when we weren’t able to clean up and things got a little aromatic. On the morning of the fifth day, we were looking at the map to plan our hike for the day, and noticed a small side-trail leading to a little lake, maybe about five miles off the main path. We decided to go the lake, and it was mid-morning before we reached the trail junction. That little trail is not well-defined, and was partially overgrown, but we thought it would be fun to go to the lake and go swimming and to clean up a little.The trail ended up being even rougher than we anticipated, and it was about mid-afternoon when I estimated that we still had about a mile to go to get to the lake. It was also starting to cloud up, and we were getting worried about the weather and the long hike back to the main trail to find a camp site before dark.We were discussing our predicament and trying to decide what to do, when we saw two men coming towards us from the other direction on the trail. As they got closer I saw that they were black men. One of the men was older, and looked to be about fifty years old, and the other man was about thirty.They finally reached our location, and the older man spoke, “Howdy, hikers. What are you guys doing this far off the main trail? We just heard on the radio that a huge thunderstorm with heavy rains is coming our way, and it will be dangerous for you two out here.”I said, “We saw this side trail on the map, and thought it would be fun to go to the lake and swim and wash up. But the trail has been more difficult than we thought and we lost track of time. Now we’re trying to decide what to do.”The older man spoke again and said, “Well, you’ll never make it back to the main trail before dark, especially with that weather coming in. You also should have known that is a private lake. That’s why we don’t get many hikers back this way, and why the trail is so overgrown. We have a small cabin on the lake and were just out exploring the area a little before we head back home for dinner.”Those men saw that Joan and I were starting to panic at the prospect of being caught out in the dark, on an ill-defined trail, and with a storm coming. The older man looked at the younger man with a questioning look on his face, and after the young man seemed to nod his okay, the older man spoke, saying, “Look, my name is William, and this is my son, Jamal. Our family has owned our little cabin on the lake for decades, and we were just out here for the week together to help Jamal recover from a bad divorce.””My wife couldn’t join us due to her job situation, so it’s just us guys out here for a little relaxation. You’re welcome to come back to the cabin and spend the night there, and although the cabin is very small and rustic, we do have a separate area with a double bed that you could sleep on.”That was a very generous offer from those men, and although I saw a little apprehension on Joan’s face at the prospect of staying in a small cabin with total strangers, and black men at that, I responded saying, “That’s a very kind offer, William. My name is Ed, and this is my wife, Joan, and we live in Knoxville. We were just taking a vacation to hike the almanbahis yeni giriş Appalachian Trail and have a little over a week to go. We’d like to take you up on your generous offer to stay with you tonight, and I promise that we won’t be any trouble.” William and Jamal were very pleased at our decision to join them for the night, and we followed them down the trail. We arrived at the lake and cabin in an hour or so. That is a quaint log cabin with a tin roof and is only about twenty feet by thirty feet in size, but with an additional covered porch facing the lake. The inside of the cabin is also simple, and the lake side of the cabin has a bathroom in one corner and a kitchen area in the other, with a wood-burning stove in the middle.The other side has two small bedroom areas, blocked off from the rest of the room by curtains hanging from rods near the ceiling, and each side has a double bed. There is also a round kitchen table near the kitchen area, with chairs to seat six, and a small upholstered couch and two chairs, separated by a coffee table, on the other side between the bedroom areas. The cabin has electricity for lights and power for the well water pump and a hot water heater.We reached the cabin just in time, and the rain and lightening started just after we went inside. We placed our back packs on one of the beds, and then William said, “You two must be anxious to clean up after what must be several days on the trail, so go ahead and take a shower if you want to. Just be careful to use the hot water sparingly, since the water heater is small.””The towels are in the cabinet under the sink. We were planning on having hamburgers and beans for dinner and there is plenty for everyone. I’ll get the grill started and cook while you guys get cleaned up.”Joan and I really enjoyed the shower, especially since we took one together to conserve the hot water. I just loved soaping up her lovely breasts and ass, and feeling my hands run over her silky, smooth skin. Joan also made sure that my cock was nice and clean, and she played with my dick so much that I almost ejaculated.I just loved seeing the water run down her smooth, tight belly to her neatly-trimmed blond pubic hair that covers her nice, full-lipped set of pussy lips. She was also getting a little turned on because I was finger-fucking her cunt, but we knew that we needed to complete our shower quickly and return to the room with our hosts, so we ended our foreplay.We sat down to an early dinner with William and Jamal, and the hamburgers and beans tasted great after a long day of strenuous hiking. They also provided salad and chips, as well as soft drinks and beer. We made small talk during dinner, and just talked about our hike and their family homestead there on the lake. It was really raining heavily then, and at times, the sound of the rain hitting the tin roof was almost deafening. Following dinner, Joan excused herself to go to the bathroom, and I continued to sit at the dinner table, chatting with our hosts.After Joan left the table, William spoke up and said, “You know, Ed, you and Joan are not like a lot of white people we’ve met. Most folks around here would not even want to be seen talking to black people, much less stay at a cabin in the woods with almanbahis giriş them.”I then replied, “Joan and I were both raised in a different part of the country, and we were taught growing up that everyone should be treated with courtesy and respect, no matter their race, ethnic origin or background. We’ve tried to raise our kids the same way.”Then William continued, “The funny thing about the way some white people treat black people is that even though they act outwardly indifferent or even hostile towards us, many of those same people harbor fantasies about having sex with black men. Some couples even have sex with black men and the husbands clean up the black man’s cum with his mouth, or even sucks his big, black cock. Ed, have you ever heard about that kind of stuff?”It was pretty obvious where the conversation was headed, and while I was getting nervous with the discussion, I was also getting aroused, especially after the teasing in the shower. My dick was rock hard. It might have been that all those cuckold stories I had read were preparing me for that moment, and I just decided to be truthful with them. I said, “Yeah, I have read a little about those white cuckold couples, but I have never known anyone that actually participated in sex with black men.”I could tell that William was pleased that I had at least read about cuckolds, and he continued, “What about Joan, has she read about any of that? She is a very beautiful woman, and I got a sense that she was apprehensive when we asked you two to stay with us in the cabin. I wasn’t sure whether it might be because we’re black men.”I answered, “Joan is not prejudiced against anyone, but I think she hesitated a little because she knows that I have been reading some cuckold stories, and that some of them are about black men fucking white women. She doesn’t approve of my reading habits but has not complained too much about it.”You could see William’s and Jamal’s faces brighten when they heard that Joan was at least aware of those stories, even though she really didn’t approve of any of it. Then William said, “Tell us more about how you feel about the cuckold stories, especially those featuring big, black cocks. Does it turn you on, or is it just a passing fancy?”I was getting a little embarrassed then at the thought of baring my sole to two strangers, and black men at that, but it was also somehow exciting to tell them. Maybe I had a desire in the back of my mind to live out those cuckold fantasies, but I wasn’t aware of it at the time.I said, “I have been reading those cuckold stories for years now, and sometimes I fantasize about Joan being with another man. I usually suck her pussy after we fuck, so I also think about it being another man’s cum that I’m sucking out of her pussy. But, all of that is just a fantasy for me, and nothing more.”William was really getting excited and asked, “Do you think you could ever do anything like that if the opportunity presented itself? How do you feel about having two big-cocked black men with you right now, who would be more than happy to fuck your beautiful wife and your face as well? What do you say; can we make this happen tonight for you and Joan?”I was really getting nervous and said, “My fantasies are one thing, but I know that Joan would never do anything like that, and I’m not sure that I could either. And besides, she stopped taking her birth-control pills because we’re trying to have another child, and we wouldn’t want to risk her getting pregnant with another man.”

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