"But if you want to improve your chances for the unlikely event that a bear does stray into camp and chooses your tent out of hundreds of others, you ...ould always share a tent with Frank." Err, there won't be enough space for two people and all their stuff," Frank said. It wasn't the vehement refusal he would have voiced one year ago, and his blush suggested that he badly wanted an excuse to say 'yes'. Unfortunately for him, he had made a good point. The tent was a little too small for two. The rest of the evening as we played cards and watched a DVR movie I kept seeing him appraising my chest, and each time, my nipples would pucker up shamelessly. So the next morning, as the warm spray of the water played across my flesh, I had thought it might remove some of the dirtiness I felt. I love my husband, but all night, I had tossed and turned with dreams of James touching me. It had been years since I had had dreams so lurid and vivid. I had thought about maybe satisfying myself. They wanted to know a bit more about me and wanted a full frontal nude photo which I sent immediately, asking if they wanted the X rated one. Things went back and forth for a couple of days till they asked for my phone number and said they would call when they got to Maui. Still having ten days to go before they even arrived, my mind got carried away. I came up with a number of scenarios, some of which developed into excellent masturbatory fantasies. The day they would arrive came and went. She says "why don't you join me in bed, naked? like I am now...", so I quickly take off my jeans and t-shirt and dive into bed with her. She turns out the light on her bedside cabinet, then turns to me and starts kissing me as she thrusts her body right up against mine. She then takes off my underwear and my dick is like a steel bar between us, pressing against her stomach. "Ooooh you're so hard!" she mutters in-between kissing.At this point I'm wondering why she wants to have sex with me, but.