Kinky Camping

An adventure with pegging and peeing, set in the great outdoors of the Olympic National Rainforest.

Since people seemed to enjoy hearing about how I lost my anal cherry to my wife's strap on, I thought you might like hearing about another experience we shared and how that wonderful toy of hers found it's way up my butt again.

We've always tried to go camping at least once a summer, two or three times if we're lucky, usually going for several days at a time if we can make it happen. But lately life has just kept us from getting away from it all like we would like to be able to.

When one summer past by and we barely even got out of town, and the following summer was almost over and we still hadn't made it to the mountains, we knew we had to leave that weekend and just go, or else we would just never go if we kept waiting for the "right time." So we loaded up the Cherokee, and headed out, vowing to make up for lost time.

While packing, I suggested we bring along some toys and have us some fun out in the great outdoors. She just smiled and suggested a small vibrator or one of our dildos would be fine. As I was doing the final check, I failed to noticed my wife had packed her special "goodie bag", had I seen that, I probably would have had an idea of what she was planning.

A couple hours of driving and we were at one of our favorite spots. It's near a small lake that only allows fly fishing so it's appeal to sportsmen is limited, and this late in the season, we practically had it to our selves. We parked at the trail head, loaded our packs and hiked the short distance to the lake. Once there, she started setting up the tent site and I went looking for some wood to build a fire.

Within an hour or so, our little site was good to go, and we had a nice lunch by the lakeside. Still having a few hours of daylight left, we went for a walk and just enjoyed each other's company as we talked and walked through the woods, and around the small streams that fed the lake. It felt so good to be out of the city and be surrounded by so much nature.

No traffic noises, no BlackBerrys going off, just silence, and the feel of each other's hands in ours as we just relaxed and left the world behind us.

When we got back to camp, I started a fire and we had a lite dinner, accompanied by a nice bottle of wine she had packed. We normally don't bring stuff like that when we go camping, it's extra weight and we have to pack the bottles out, the glass could break, etc. It's just not our usual thing.

"I didn't notice you packed you that, not that I'm complaining mind you, it just surprised me when you pulled it out."

"Oh, I packed a few 'surprises' with me this trip," she replied with a wicked grin.

My heart raced a little at that thought. My wife, a little liquored-up, talking about 'surprises'? This weekend was sounding a lot more interesting than just a simple 'get away'. That sounded good to me!

As the evening turned to night, we polished off the bottle, I made sure she had the lion's share of it, and I had the fire blazing nice and warm. She got up, a little unsteady due to the combination of the wine and the effects of the warm fire. I noticed her looking around off into the darkened woods around us and that familiar wicked grin of hers returned.

"Do you think they can see us?" She was referring to the only other campers at the lake. There was only one other vehicle parked at the trail head and they had a F