I was so distracted during our morning river run that I very nearly fell out of the raft during one particularly big set of rapids. After what seemed like forever, we beached the rafts on the bank and our guides began preparing lunch. I watched as Lisa grabbed Brent by the arm and pulled him off into a shaded area. Reluctantly, I did the same with Becca.
It was one of the most awkward conversations I'd ever had, particularly because it took far too long for Becca to even comprehend what I was telling her, and then even longer for her to realize that I wasn't joking. I'm sure the way I was telling her didn't help. I was nervous, fumbling over my words the entire time. When the reality of what I was saying finally sunk in, the tears started. To her enormous credit, her first instinct was not anger. She seemed to believe my assurances that this was purely a mistake on both of our parts, and that we were both mortified. But that didn't change the fact that I was her husband and I was talking about having fucked one of her closest friends. It was a traumatizing thing to hear.
After her initial flurry of questions - she wanted to know every detail of what happened - she was quiet for some time, lost in her thoughts and tears. Eventually, she broke the silence with another question: "does Brent know?"
"He should by now," I answered. "I spoke briefly with Lisa this morning. We agreed that we would tell you both at the same time."
Becca frowned at me, "so you planned this out with her?" She didn't seem to like that thought.
"Not really, Becca. We just spoke for a minute this morning. I assured her that I didn't know it was her, that I thought she was you. She said the same. Then we agreed we should tell you both at the same time, so you didn't hear it from the wrong person." Becca's face was still pained, but her nod seemed to indicate she accepted my explanation. "Becca, I'll do anything to make this right. I just hope you can find a way to forgive me. Forgive us, really. I know Lisa didn't mean for this to happen, either. She feels horrible."
"Clint, I know you. And I know Lisa. I believe you. Honestly. But your real problem - our problem - isn't me, it's Brent. I'll get past this, eventually. But he's a guy. You screwed his wife. Put yourself in his shoes. How would you react to this?"
She was right. I had been so worried about how Becca would react that I hadn't given much thought to how Brent would react. Would he believe Lisa? Would he believe me? How could I even look him in the face? It wasn't like he and I were close personal friends. We were friendly and got along just fine, but our connection was that our wives were such good friends.
Eventually, we decided to head back to the group and see if there was any lunch left. By then, Becca was remarkably composed. No one would have known anything was wrong. As we walked toward the group, we caught sight of Lisa and Brent. They were down by the water, still talking. They weren't yet looking our way. Becca took my arm and interlocked it with hers. I looked at her, puzzled.
"He needs to see that we're okay, that I believe you." I understood instantly. She was doing what was best for everyone, for me, for Lisa, for our entire group of friends. She knew it was a fragile moment, that years of friendship and marriage could be torn apart, and that her reaction would influence how others reacted. She was such a remarkably perceptive woman.
While we were nibbling on some sandwiches, Brent and Lisa finally rejoined the group. Lisa and Becca made eye contact, and I could see the apology in Lisa's eyes. Brent, however, couldn't bring himself to look at us. His expression was one of barely disguised anguish.
Shortly thereafter, we boarded the rafts again. That afternoon, we stopped for another side hike. We let Brent and Lisa go ahead of us while we lingered toward the rear, but after twenty minutes or so, we came across Lisa, by herself. She had clearly been waiting for us. She wanted to talk to Becca, so I walked up ahead to let the two of them have some privacy.
I kept my distance but kept them in sight. They talked for what seemed like forever. It was an animated conversation. While I couldn't make out the words, I didn't get the sense they were arguing or angry. Lisa was definitely doing most of the talking. After a hour or so, we had come full circle back to the rafts, down a different trail than the one we had climbed. I noticed Brent sitting on a rock by the bank. He was Asian-American, his parents having just emigrated from Taiwan. He was on the shorter side, but very athletic, with muscular thighs and calves. We made eye contact just briefly, when his gaze shifted quickly to our wives as they came into view. They were just wrapping up their marathon conversation with a hug.
"How'd that go?" I whispered to Becca as we took our seats on the raft.
"Let's talk tonight" was all she said back.
Luckily I didn't have to wait too long. We didn't have much of the river left to cover that day. We reached our campsite by 5:30. While the guides were setting up camp and making dinner preparations, Becca and I found a secluded spot upriver to talk.
"So," I asked, "what did she say?"
"I'm not even sure where to begin." Becca had an inscrutable look on her face. "Not surprisingly, Brent is not taking this well. I think he believes it was an honest mistake - on both your parts - but he just doesn't understand how Lisa could have let it happen. She said he kept asking her things like 'why didn't you use your flashlight?' and 'why didn't you talk to him sooner?' He's just really hurt and upset and he kept telling her he's not sure how he can get past this, how he can ever look at her the same."
"Jesus, that's not good."
"No. But I get it. Part of me feels that way too, but I'm also not a guy. I get that this might be even harder for him."
"Yeah, I've been thinking all afternoon about how I'd react if I were him. And honestly, I'm not sure I would be any different. I'd like to think I'd be as mature about this as you've been, Becca, but I don't know..."
"What would it take for you to get over it?"
"I really don't know. Honestly, part of me would want to get even somehow..." I stopped myself right there. I had a feeling I'd just walked into a trap.
"You know, it's funny you should say that, Clint. Apparently, Brent said almost the exact same thing." I wondered where she was going with this. "He told Lisa that the only way to make it right was for him to sleep with me."
I just stared at Becca for a full five seconds, waiting for her to say something else. Then it hit me. "Wait, are you serious? Is that what Lisa was trying to talk you into that whole time? She's okay with that insane idea?"
"I think she'd do anything to make it up to him, to get him to forgive her."
"Are you telling me you think that's a good idea?" I asked incredulously.
"I didn't at first, no. But we talked about it for a long time. And to be fair, it wouldn't be anything more than what you've already done."
"You know that's not true," I bristled. "We're talking about you and Brent having sex, knowingly, with full awareness of what you're doing. I had no idea I was having sex with Lisa. The whole encounter was brief. It wasn't even a completed act. It was nothing like intentionally sleeping with another person." I paused to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. "That wouldn't be making us even. It would be going much further than Lisa and I did."
"I guess that's fair," she said in a measured tone. "So what if you did get to finish what you started? What if you spent the night with Lisa while I spent the night with Brent? And when it's done, we call it even."
I just stared at her, not believing what I was hearing. Was this really my wife talking? Could she really be on board with this idea? "This is the solution you and Lisa came up with, isn't it? And you just led me right into it..."
Becca smiled in the way she always did when she'd out-manoeuvred me. This was what it was like being married to a lawyer,
"So you're really serious about this?" I finally asked. She nodded. "How did Lisa convince you?"
"It took a while. But she just kept saying 'the damage is already done; the line's already been crossed.' And I think she's right about that. We can't undo what's happened. But maybe by taking things just a l
ittle further, we can at least make sure no one comes away feeling like the victim here."
I had to admit, she had a point. But was I really okay with letting my wife sleep with Brent? And did I actually have a choice? "When would this happen?" I finally asked.
"Why not tonight? Let's just rip the Band-Aid off, get it over with, and hope we can move on with our lives. Otherwise the rest of the trip is guaranteed to be awkward and unpleasant."
BOOK THREE
Chapter One: The Swap
So that's how I found myself, no more than four hours later, lying on a cot, getting ready to spend the night with one of my wife's best friends. It was surreal. We had deliberately waited until everyone else in the camp had retired to their cots, not wanting to draw attention to the partner swap that was about to occur. There was no cloud cover, so it wasn't quite as dark as the night before. The stars were out, at least those that weren't blocked by the towering canyon walls. So when Lisa approached, I could actually see who she was, at least once she got within a few feet of me.
Without saying anything, she lay down on top of Becca's sleeping bag on the cot next me. She was on her side, facing me. We stayed like that for a while, somewhat awkwardly, neither of us knowing quite what to do or say. But, by agreement, we had two hours, so there was no need to rush anything.
"Are you really okay with this?" I finally asked. "I mean, with Becca and Brent, you know..."
"Fucking each other?" she finished, "no, not at all. But it's the only way he's ever going to get over this. And I deserve it; I'm the idiot who can't find my way back to my own damn cot, who ends up hopping on someone else's cock." Despite the bitterness in her words, there was some playfulness in her tone too. Lisa was a sarcastic person by nature.
"You shouldn't beat yourself up over it. It was a crazy thing, but it could have happened to anyone."
"Yeah, anyone in a badly written porn movie." She gave a half smile. "Don't take what I'm saying the wrong way, Clint. I don't want to make it sound like it wasn't fun, at least while it lasted. It was pretty hot, actually. And I really should have known sooner..." She trailed off.
"What do you mean? What gave me away?"
She hesitated, "I...shouldn't say." I raised my eyebrow in curiosity. She didn't answer immediately.
"Fine," she finally answered, "let's just say that you felt a little...bigger...you know...down there...than what I'm used to."
I couldn't help but smile at that. "You know, I should have known too. What you were doing, facing away and moving your hips like that, that's not something she does. The funny thing is though, if you'd been facing me, I would have known instantly. Your breasts are twice the size of Becca's."
She smiled at that.
It was then that I leaned in and kissed her. We kissed slowly at first, gently, with just our lips, our hands still at our sides. But her hand soon moved to my chest and mine to her thigh. For a long time, we did little more than kiss, but the intensity of our kissing continued to grow. And then the clothes started to come off. It started with my t-shirt, then her shorts, leaving her in just her panties and a tank top. She had no bra underneath.
After some more kissing and groping, she pushed me onto my back, crawled on top of me, and continued kissing me urgently. I had one hand on her ass and with the other I reached up and moved the strap of her tank top down her right shoulder, freeing her right breast. A moment later, it was in my mouth and she let out a sigh.
"Oh god, Clint, I want you inside me again."
In a matter of seconds, I'd shimmied my shorts and boxers down and freed my cock. Lisa slid her panties to the side without taking them off and guided my cock inside her. She was so wet that I slid all the way in smoothly. Although my cock had been inside her just the night before, this time felt different. The sensation of being inside someone other than Becca, for the first time in 15 years, felt surreal. Lisa moved gracefully, guiding her hips up and down in a rolling motion, as my mouth moved between her breast and her lips. We continued like that for quite some time, slowly building our pace. By then, we could hear the sounds of at least two other couples who were similarly engaged, though I was pretty sure neither were Brent and Becca, who'd intentionally set up their cots on the far side of the encampment.
Lisa made no attempt whatsoever to be quiet. She was moaning audibly from nearly the beginning, and the longer we went, the louder her vocalizations became. With her hands planted firmly on my chest, she ground her hips into me with increasing urgency, clearly building toward orgasm. When she finally got there, she screamed "oh god, Clint!"
Almost as soon as the words escaped her lips, she seemed to realize her error. She froze and her eyes opened wide, as an alarmed look came across her face. She ducked down, as if hiding, and whispered urgently in my ear, "oh shit. Oh Shit. Shit. Shit. They're all going to know now aren't they? They'll know I was fucking you, not Brent. Why am I such a fucking idiot?"
I tried to think of the right thing to say, but my ability to concentrate was impaired by the fact that my still rock hard cock was inside a woman who was not my wife. Eventually, and somewhat pathetically, I whispered back "I doubt anyone will put the pieces together. Lots of people are making noises." The last part at least was true. I could make out the sounds of at two different couples still going at in the near vicinity. What I didn't mention was that, by the sound alone, I could easily tell who those couples were (Candy and her boyfriend Keith to our right and Krista and her husband Jim to our left).
Lisa raised her head and looked directly in my eyes, as if trying to gauge whether I was being sincere. Apparently she was thoroughly unconvinced because a moment later she lowered her head and whispered, "You’re a good fuck, but a bad liar."
It was only then that she seemed to realize that I was still inside her, that from my perspective, our encounter had been interrupted prior to completion. She nibbled my ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, Clint. In my panic, I totally forgot about finishing you off." With that, she began to move her hips again, slowly pistoning up and down on my cock.
Wanting a change of position, I reached around to brace her back and slowly rolled us over onto the other cot until we were in the missionary position. Once we were in position, Lisa raised her legs high, and I began to move faster. Between the slapping noises and the creaking of the cot, we were making quite a ruckus. Sensing my impending orgasm, she blurted out, perhaps a little more loudly than she had intended, "don't come in me, Clint, just in case."
She said it just in time for me to pull out. As I did, she grasped my cock with one hand and lifted up her tank top with the other, exposing most of her belly. In the dim light, I could barely see the ropes of cum shooting out and landing near her belly button.
After we'd cleaned ourselves off, Lisa crawled into my sleeping bag with me and lay down with her head on my shoulder. We had agreed that Lisa and Becca would return to their cots at midnight and it wasn't yet 11:00. Lisa finally broke the silence. "So do you think I've made things worse tonight? How do you think Becca and Brent are going to react if tomorrow everyone in camp knows what we did tonight?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "But even if they know, maybe they won't say anything. Brent and Becca may never know that they know. Right?"
"I guess."
I must have dozed off after that, because the next thing I knew, my watch was vibrating. It was midnight. I woke Lisa, who had dozed off too, and she gave me a final kiss goodbye before heading back to Brent. A minute or so later, Becca walked quietly back into view. In the dim light, her expression was hard to read. I had no idea what to say to her. She didn't seem to want to talk either, but, reassuringly, she crawled into my sleeping bag with me and curled up onto me, her arm draped across my body and her head resting on my chest. We both promptly fell asleep.
Chapter Two: Everyone Knows
During breakfast the next morning, Becca and I kept getting weird looks. At first I thought I was imagining it, but when Brent and Lisa walked into the center
of camp and I saw the way others were looking at them and whispering, I knew something was up.
It didn't take long to get confirmation. Alesha, true to form, was plugged in to every bit of gossip within the group, and before everyone had even finished their morning coffee, she had dragged Becca and Lisa off into the brush to confront them with what she'd heard.
Becca came back about 10 minutes later, shaking her head as we made eye contact, but not looking terribly upset. She pulled me aside. "Good news, Clint. Everyone knows about last night and they all think we're kinky swingers," she said with a deadpan delivery. "Apparently neither of us was as discreet as we thought. According to Alesha, Terra and Frank actually saw Brent and I in the act. Oh, and apparently both Krista and Candy heard Lisa calling out your name last night when you too were going at it. Lisa's hoping that detail doesn't make it back to Brent."
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