I took a small sip from my water bottle, then moved back to our campsite. The fire had died out a couple hours ago. She woke up as I walked back, look...ng at me."Can you sit up?" I asked her.She slowly sat up, wincing at the marks across her back as she did so. I held the water bottle out to her. She looked at the plastic bottle questioningly. She had never seen a bottle like that, I knew. I unscrewed the plastic cap and took a light sip of the water, then handed the bottle to her. She drank it. I felt my wife’s voluptuous breasts against one side of me, and Margaret’s willowy body against the other. I touched each of them with my hands, and began imagining a host of possible scenarios we could explore. Almost against my better judgment, about two hours later, my cock was firm and hard, and I found myself wanting Margaret more than ever, sexually. I began to stroke her as she slept, and her body snuggled closer. I felt her nipples and my hand wandered down her stomach until I found the. I started to pull back, but she had gotten her hand behind my head so I could not. As we kissed, I started to kiss back. Soon our tongues were exploring each others mouth. The kiss seemed like an eternity, until Emma drew back.“Emma, I don’t know if we ……..”She put her finger on my lips to quiet me and her other hand made it to my crotch. My cock was already hard. She pressed against it and then unzipped my pants. I should have stopped her, but for some reason I could not move. She lightly. As I went through the line, though, I saw her get up and return to her normal place, while the lunch bunch was huddled, whispering among themselves, exchanging looks, pointing to each other, heads nodding mysteriously. I tried to tell myself it was just the result of my mom's usual pre-birthday maneuverings, while secretly hoping that maybe I had allies, even though I was certain they didn't know specifically what I was up to. Except Missy. She knew.Would she have told them? Unlikely. Not under.