Tit for Tat: Part 1.

Three couples head off for a wild weekend together.

Based on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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It was the second year that the six of us had come
up here to spend a long weekend together. Jeff and his wife Becky, Bucksy
Becky, a tall very buxom brunette.

Then there s Pete, and "Repeat", as we
called her, Susan; because she looked more like his sister than his wife, each
of them with dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and short in stature at not even
five and a half feet, though again Susan too had fairly large tits. Though not
as large as my wife's were, more noticeable because of her short size perhaps,
almost looking top heavy.

And then there was my wife Darlene and myself.
Personally, I thought my fiery little redhead was the most attractive of the
lot, though again; most likely, I was just prejudiced in that regard. But the
thing I loved so much about Darlene was her total lack of inhibitions, and
carefree attitude about life and love. That; and her almost too daring nature,
especially when it came to matters of sexual persuasion. But once again; it was
just another aspect about her personality that kept life extremely interesting,
especially for me.

David, dear; You know what day tomorrow is?
Darlene said, as we turned off the highway to go down a gravel township road
and the old family hunting cabin.

Uh, Saturday? I stated.

True, but more significantly, it s national nude
day! Darlene winked. I m serving notice that I fully intend to hike nude,
tomorrow. Please plan on joining my observance. You know it ll be worth your
effort.

But we have guests. Darlene?

Leave that to me. She dismissed my objections.
When the time comes for a hike, I plan to have the issue resolved. Probably a
lot sooner.

The old cabin we were staying in had been in the
family for years, an old hunting cabin. It had a well with a hand pump. I d
installed some solar panels for small appliances, radios, phone charging, and a
few LED lights.

The old icebox had big ice blocks, which we kept
operational while away, so that perishable foods could last a weekend, even in
cloudy conditions.

But we heated the cabin with the big fireplace. It
was northern Minnesota, so even summer nights got chilly. The cabin s purpose
and intent had never been one of luxury or spaciousness, even though for an old
cabin like it was, even then it was still pretty big. Inside, it was basically
just one gigantic room. A fairly large fireplace filled one wall, an open area
in front of it. Four Plywood double bunks accommodated air mattresses. Plenty
large enough to sleep the three couples comfortably together, Two bunks on each
side of the big stone fireplace. There was seriously no real privacy, though;
which had limited everyone's libedos to some extent, as we'd all been forced to
put up with the lack of sexual activities, the last time we'd been up here together.
Though Darlene and I had snuck off once or twice, to fool around out in the
forest, as we were pretty sure the rest of them had done as well, a time or
two.

There was a small kitchen area and a table just
large enough to seat the six of us together, where we very often played cards
late into the evening. Lighting was all by lantern or candlelight. We did most
of the cooking outside on the porch, utilizing the barbeques or Dutch ovens
we'd brought along with us. It was, needless to say, rustic in every aspect.
But the scenery, serenity and quietness of the mountain area where the cabin
was, made the trip up here well worth it.

We'd already finished up with dinner, gotten a nice
warm fire going as even the nights during the summer time could get pretty cool
in the mountains. Darlene had already made up a batch of Margaritas for us to
sit down and enjoy together which was usually the case. Later on cards perhaps;
again, as usual.

We'd already managed to kill off one pitcher of
margaritas as Darlene began making another when Bucksy Becky asked me a
question.

"So David; how many years now has it been that
the three of you've been coming up here anyway?"

Jeff, Pete and I had been friends for years, growing
up as kids in the same old neighborhood in fact. Years later, old enough to
hunt, we'd started out coming up here with dad, and then later just by
ourselves. When the idea and concept of hunting didn't appeal to any of us any
more, we'd continued our yearly excursions up here even then for several years.
Up until we'd all started getting married. And then hadn't done so for several
years. Now; here we were again, just like in the old days; but now with our
respective wives in tow.

As we started in on the second pitcher of
margaritas, and with everyone starting to feel their oats at this point, it
wasn't too unexpected when Darlene brought up a rather embarrassing question.

"So tell me honey; if you and your friends no
longer came up here to go hunting, what did you do? Sit around and jerk
off?"

Unknowingly, she had hit the nail on the head so to
speak. Early on when we'd been young, much younger, we'd actually done just
that. And by the look in each one of our respective faces when she mentioned
that, she knew; as did the other wives, she had inadvertently stumbled onto
something.

"You did didn't you! The three of you; sitting
around, watching one another jerk yourselves off! Oh my god!" She laughed,
as did the other wives, all teasing and jabbing at us now with their personal
questions.

In an effort to deflect part of that perhaps, though
it was already too late to sit here and deny any of it, Pete did remember
something and then curiously scrambled over to check out our old stash,
wondering if it was still even there. Something I myself had completely
forgotten about at this point.

"You think your dad ever discovered our stash
of Playboys?" he asked. I laughed, curious now myself.

"I don't know; check it out, see if they're
actually still there!"

Long ago, we had in fact stashed a collection of old
dog-earned Playboys, and then later, one or two really pornographic magazines
up in the rafters. A portion of the ceiling area had been given a false shelf
of sorts where dad sometimes stored things. It was there we had put up yet
another false front in front of that, tacked down so we could still get at it
easily enough, but where we had long ago placed our "Jerk off"
material as we'd called it. Using the bench seat to stand on from the table,
Pete easily pulled himself up into that old section.

"Careful Pete! I don't want you hurting
yourself up there," Susan warned. "I can just see us having to rush
you to the hospital from falling and breaking your neck; or worse."

"Yeah, like his hard cock if he actually finds
those porn mags," Jeff quipped. Even I laughed at that; it had been Pete
who'd been the first one brave enough between the three of us to actually whip
his out and start whacking it off the first time we discovered what had then
been dad's collection of magazines. We'd simply added to it after that with the
far more dirty, filthy porn magazines we'd brought along.

"Very funny," we heard Pete calling down
as he rummaged around in the old creaky loft area looking for the false boards
we'd nailed over one section of the ceiling. "Ah; found it!" he
called out seconds later, and then using his knife to pry that section away,
laughed out loud. "Oh my god! They're still up here!"

"Bring them down; I want to see what the three
of you used to look at when you jerked off," my wife said calling up to
him. "And probably still do," she then said turning to the other
girls, likewise making them laugh.

Almost gingerly he handed four well-worn magazines
down to my wife, lowering himself down seconds afterwards. By the time he had,
Darlene had already taken them over to the table spreading them all out for us
to look at. "This one might actually be worth some money," Bucksy
Becky said thumbing through the really old Playboy.

"I doubt it," I told her. The covers
really torn for one thing, and I happened to remember, we; ah; well, the three
of us sort of destroyed the centerfold as I recall, and ended up burning
it."

"Why'd you do that?" Susan asked
curiously. "Was she ugly or something?"

Darlene burst out laughing. "Oh honey; I doubt
that. Remember now, they sort of admitted to sitting around jerking off looking
at these, try and picture it unless I miss my guess; the three of them standing
there mostly likely squirting their white sticky stuff all over the centerfold.
Back then; boys did that when they didn't have anyone else to squirt it
on," she continued chuckling. Though once again, my wife had nailed that
one too. I could still clearly remember the day we had done that, and by the
embarrassed looks on Jeff and Pete's faces, they could too.

"I believ