tommichigan
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All,
I am conveying the experience of a friend that I've been chatting with. I am trying earnestly to be accurate, but I did type it out from his perspective. Here it goes:
Jenny and I met at a work function and hit it off. Although I found her to be gorgeous, I am pretty sure that was not her first impression of me. I think she appreciated my maturity, but not necessarily my physical endowments. Despite the reality that I was ten years older than she was, we had good chemistry and got along well. When we married, Jenny was 26 yrs old and I was 36. Initially we focused on our careers before deciding it was time to start a family. We had our first ***** 6 years later. We waited another two and a half years before having our second *****.
Jenny and I always had our differences, but these disagreements became more pronounced after the kids arrived. I had a stressful job and worked long hours. It certainly diminished the energy that I had at home for my wife and kids. Gradually I increased the amount that I would ***** in order to relax. It always seemed like a nice way to cap off the day and forget about the troubles that awaited me the next day. My wife was always annoyed by my *****ing habit and was very vocal about it. Alas, I couldn't curb my desire for it and it began to interfere with our marriage. She was not happy.
When our eldest ***** was 9, he went on a short camping trip up north with a neighbor friend and his dad. My wife and I decided to head up north as well to Mackinaw City, Michigan and spend a few days relaxing and sightseeing. We rented a small two bedroom cabin and invited our ****** in law to join. My wife's Mom was always helpful and loved to spend time with my ********. My ****** in law wasn't so pleased with me. She was very close to Jen. She obviously knew about my *****ing problem but I hoped that Jen hadn't shared any bedroom details with her mom. The *****ing had worsened my high ***** pressure. Although I wasn't impotent, I had difficulty getting an erection. Viagra was not as plentiful as it is today.
When this particular episode occurred, Jen was 41 years old. It's easy to resort to the temptation of claiming she was a bombshell. The fact of the matter is that she was a Mom through and through. Age had caused Jenny to gain a few pounds. In my eyes, she was still beautiful. She had dark, deep eyes and a bright smile. Her breasts were 40dd and although she had some weight in her ass, it just added to her curves. Her 5'4" height always made her diminutive compared to others, but cute at the same time.
So for a few days in mid-June, we headed north and rented our cabin. The very first night we took our ******** to see a lumberjack show. It was a touristy event held each night where guys performed various stunts and tricks while simultaneously acting as minor comedians. A few guys performed in the show and it lasted less than an hour. Later that night, my ****** in law stayed in the cabin with my ******** while my wife and I sat outside at a campfire.
The campfire was in the middle of a multitude of different cabins. Some of the cabins were small and tiny while others had multiple bedrooms. While my ****** in law watched our ********, my wife and I sat next to each other enjoying the fire's glow. Occasionally other guests would join and we'd make small talk. Some stayed through the night and others would scurry off after a short amount of time.
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tommichigan
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One of the guests that stayed around the campfire was Pete. We recognized Pete immediately because he was actually in the show earlier that night. As we talked with Pete, it turns out that he was there for the entire summer. He did two shows a day and actually stayed at one of the smaller cabins in the back of the grounds. Pete was probably in his early 30s. He had a big barrel chest, but also appeared to have a bit of weight around his middle. From the routine earlier that day, I knew that Pete had big arms. The shoulders, biceps and forearms were just massive. He had bright eyes and an engaging smile. As the night crept on, it was reduced to just my wife and I, Pete and another couple. Occasionally, Pete was making flirtacious, playful banter with my wife and the other lady. It was harmless enough but certainly put the women in good spirits. Obviously it made them feel special.
Due to the displeasure it caused my wife, I was attempting to go without any ****** while on vacation. With my ****** in law with us and since I was in close quarters with my ********, it seemed like a good time to refrain from *******. Already having high ***** pressure, the ******* only made it worse. So for the first two nights, I was on my best behavior and doing my best to pay special attention to her.
We spent the next day on a tourist island. After swimming and dinner, we put our ******** down for the night. Again my ****** in law stayed with our girl until she was a*****. After a short walk, my wife and I eventually found ourselves around the campfire. My ****** in law even stepped outside to join us for a bit. She and Jenny shared a bottle of wine together. I was feeling really good that day but then made a common mistake. Despite eating a light dinner, I started ******** pretty heavy stuff. I was dehydrated from a day of walking around in the sun. After a small dinner, I really should have drank more water. Instead I found myself ******** whiskey around the campfire when Pete eventually arrived.
When Pete was introduced to my ****** in law, she made kind of an odd comment to my wife. She said: "Oh this must be the handsome lumberjack that you were talking about earlier!" Jenny just gave an embarrassed moan and retorted "MOM!" My ****** in law stuck around for a bit. As many in laws do, she did not spare me from a few pointed criticisms. She managed to throw in a few jabs about how Pete was not ******** whiskey and that real men don't need to get *****. I was conscience of two things. First, I realized I was ***** and was trying not to make stupid comments. Second, I noticed that Jen had a very playful banter going with Pete. In my effort not to embarrass myself, I sort of withdrew from the conversation. At the risk of giving my ****** in law more ammunition, I continued to ***** and listen.
I dozed off. I came to when my ****** in law was heading back inside the cabin. I awoke to her telling my wife "He is obviously ***** again" and noticed her not so subtle head nod towards me. Oh I was so groggy, but yet so determined not to let the ******* end my night too early. I must have nodded off a bit before coming to again. It was pitch black and nobody else was around. I was not sure how late it was, but it seemed pretty quiet. My wife nudged me. She said: "it's getting chilly. Pete invited us back to his cabin. Do you want to come or do you want to go to ***** back at our place?" I told Jenny that I was pretty tired and that maybe we should crash now. I thought perhaps her Mom would want her back. Jenny replied "it's fine. You can go back but I'm getting one last nightcap". I couldn't let her go alone, and so I agreed to head to Pete's cabin. I definitely noticed a slight sigh of disappointment in both of their voices.
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tommichigan
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Pete's place was tiny. There was a main room with a kitchen and living room and there was a small bedroom. His cabin did not even have a bathroom. He had to use the common facilities for the whole grounds. As we entered, Pete got a glass of some cheap white wine for Jenny. He gave me straight whiskey and even winked as he handed me the glass and said: "somehow, I think this is just what you need right now!" Jen and Pete talked as if I wasn't there. I was bored and ****** and grumpy. I had to pee. Pete rattled off some directions/instructions as to where I should head off to find the bathroom. I suggested that I should just take a leak on a tree outside, and Pete reminded me that there were other cabins around. I saw Jen's eyes dart over to him and smile coyly as he told me not to act like a ******** and pee outside.
I wandered off in hopes to find the restroom. Completely baffled as to which cabin was which, I took a leak on a nearby tree in the dark. As I came back into Pete's cabin, I entered to find Jen sitting closely next to Pete on his couch. In a defensive manner, she seemed startled as she commented on how quickly I found the bathroom. I sat back down in a lounge chair and kicked back. My world was spinning as I took another sip of whiskey and then another. Jen and Pete's ramblings fell into a background noise that was always present but was kind of unintelligible. I was aware that they were there talking, but I zoned out from their actual words. My eyes were heavy. My lids would droop. Periodically I would try to reengage. I recall that each time I glanced over, they would be looking back at me and not actually talking. They had almost a "deer in the headlights" look to them. It had an odd vibe and it was natural.
I passed out. I startled myself back awake. My world was spinning and unpleasant. I glanced over to the couch. I clearly saw Jen with her mouth gasping wide and sighing as Pete kissed her neck. One of Pete's hands was cupping and groping Jen's big tit. I managed to utter: "Hey! Cut that out" , but it was feeble and weak. Jen assured me to go back to ***** and that it was all good. I heard some banter and Jen telling Pete that I wouldn't remember. I fell a***** again. I woke up another time to Jen and Pete entering the cabin. At some point, they must have left the cabin. As they reentered, Jen headed over to me. She kissed my forehead in a sweet loving manner and instructed me to keep *****ing and that she was heading back to our cabin. She gave me a bottle of water and a blanket. I was out for the count.....*****ing on Pete's recliner.
I slept until after 9am the next day. Pete was gone. I stumbled back to our cabin. My ****** in law seemed agitated with me even though my wife was as happy as could be. Despite my hang over, I put on a good act and played with my ********.
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