With the wife out I have the house to myself so I can finish.
Left off with my wife naked for the night and relegated to making drinks. With her staying naked we did not miss many views. The one Joe enjoyed most was her bending over making drinks, refreshing ice and she started to use his cooler to refresh her on ice. Later during a restroom break Joe asked if I minded him moving the cooler closer. I asked, four feet away too far. He smiled and said, it's the older eyes. He moved it so close that her butt was hovering over his knees. Granted, she noticed before and asked if she need to move his cooler. He declined. She called him a bad man.
After several extremely close views. I mean Joe leaned forward to within a foot or less to inspect each time. Later during a restroom break Joe said, I think she's enjoying being seen naked now. I said, she's either comfortable or too drunk to care. Joe smiled, not what I mean. He said, she's excited. I looked confused I guess. He whispered, she very aroused.
Skipping all the additional talks and views. We had swapped to music at my wife's request. She would somewhat dance for us when a favorite song came on. Very sexually dancing for us. I was getting concerned about her alcohol intake. I had asked several times if she was feeling OK or asked, are you good. When I was going to get my own drink she requested one. I have not consumed near what they had. I said, don't you want a water. With a tone she said, I would like a drink, if you are going to be a party pooper I'll get my own. I did not ask again.
She was very glassy eyed and bloodshot but the main sign I look for is slurring words or leaving words incomplete. The second is being uncoordinated. Other than eyes no issues so I made the drinks. When I returned she was sitting across Joe's lap with her arm around his neck talking. She had one foot on the ground. I give her the drink and sit. They are talking and I see Joe's arm around her back and his hand/fingers full on her side tit. His other hand is resting on her upper thigh three or four inches from complete access to her pussy by how she's sitting. They talk several minutes this way before she gets up.
I wanted to ask but other than a little uncoordinated standing she was interacting fine so I said nothing.
Next event. Joe is standing after adding wood to the fire talking. For the hundredth favorite song my wife stands and walks to Joe. She said don't let me fall in. She started rocking side to side singing. Joe stepped back and over. He put his arm around and under her arm. His hand rested just under her tit. His thumb on side tit. Next song, she asked, you got me. Joe said, I got you. I walked to the tree to relieve myself. As I'm at full stream I glance over. Joe is looking down over her shoulder. She's rocking side to side. He has his fingers extended over her nipple rubbing up and down. I finish and turn to my chair thinking he would stop. No. I sat watching for two songs more as he rubbed her nipple, squeezed her nipple between his fingers and even tugged a little. She walked to her chair and sat taking a sip. Joe sat taking a drink.
From that time on I would guess twenty or more songs he did the same. My wife had no reaction or response. They would sit talking as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred. There was a few times I wanted to ask.
At some point when my wife would bend over the cooler Joe would "assist" by placing a hand on each hip and she would say, you got me. She would tease him by waving her butt side to side giggling while bent over. Joe would repeat smiling, I got you. Joe seemed to need ice often. Nothing really anything but a thumb on a butt cheek.
During one of these, I'm listing to my favorite Boston song as they are talking away. Not paying a lot of attention to them I look and she's getting ice. Joe's hands are on her cheeks, he takes a hand and runs it between her legs putting it back on her cheek. No reaction from her. She stands and takes a sip saying that's better and steps away. I question what I saw. They are back in conversation. By this time it's late and Joe had moved her chair to beside him. I see him do this again no reaction from my wife.
By midnight I had stopped drinking and was doing icewater. The last of the wood was burning. My wife was now wobbling standing by the firepit but still coherent talking. I told them I was going to get a last drink and call it a night after that. They are both drunk complaining but I said that's it. I refilled with water and came back. Joe pats his lap and said, here sit with me till we call it. I walk by laughing at him. My wife sits across his lap. Same as first time saying, I'll sit with you. She sits across his lap facing me one leg across the other foot on the ground. I see Joe's fingers back on her side boob and left hand on her upper thigh. She has her arm around his neck. They are talking about getting up early for a naked walk to the turn before daylight. I'm watching Joe as they talk slowly rub her thigh. His finger are on her inner thigh.
From my position I have a straight view at her pussy with her legs apart by the way she's sitting. As they talk and laugh I see Joe's finger move three inches away, two then one. Absolutely no reaction from my wife. He makes contact with his index finger between her pussy and thigh. Still no reaction from her. They continued laughing and planning. He lifts his index and slightly touched her. Nothing. More. Nothing. More. To the point he is slowly rubbing his index finger from one side of her pussy to the other. They are talking and laughing with no reactions from her. I had decided that if he did anything further I would get up and call it a night. It was five minutes after midnight and they were up to planning on walking to the entrance and back. I said, it's late let's wrap the planning up five minutes. Even when I addressed them he was still moving his finger from side to side. They agreed and continued. I sat watching him add a finger and had two fingers rubbing from one side, across her slit to the other and back for the next five minutes. More like seven, till I stood up calling it a night. My wife stood up as did Joe.
She gave Joe a hug and said good night and went inside the camper. Joe asked if I needed help cleaning I declined. He attempted to get his chair and cooler but said he would get them tomorrow. I got everything straight, put out what was left of the fire and went inside to a naked snoring wife.
Surprisingly, while making coffee around six a.m. my wife got up with a massive hangover. She took a shower and dressed. We sat in the camper having coffee. She had a great time and as talking all about what we did and her thoughts and how much she liked Joe. Out of all our camping visits and meeting people she wants to stay in contact with him the most. After all her recollections I asked her about why she was mean to me asking if she was OK and advising to swap to water. She adamantly denied being mean. I reminded her of calling me a party pooper. She recalled wanting the drink but says she does not remember calling me a party pooper. I asked if she recalled Joe touching her. She asked which time. She relayed each. She smiled saying she let him feel her side boob several times. She said, while dancing he did also. She recalled Joe holding her hips every once in a while but stopped. She said, I did let him put his fingers on my nipple during a song or maybe two. That was it. Even talking about it on the way home she thinks Joe rubbed her nipple on two different songs not twenty or more. She had no recollection of sitting in his lap planning a naked walk before light. I have yet to bring up a solid fifteen minutes of pussy rubbing.
At daylight she wanted to go for a walk before being in the truck for three hours. I started packing up. I had almost everything done when I hear Joe say good morning. He looked horrible. He asked if we could talk. I had our stuff packed s we sat by his RV. He refilled my coffee and we sat. Joe started with he was ashamed of his behavior. I told him don't be. My wife enjoyed playing the game and said how helpful you were showing her not to be embarrassed and to have fun while you are young. He smiled and said he was also happy with that experience. He said, I'm ashamed that I took advantage of you and mostly your sweet beautiful wife. I said go on. He went on to admitting he spent many songs playing with her breast. He admitted that when she would bend over his cooler later that night he ran his hand the length of her vagina. He added, I did it three or four times. Im sitting quietly. He admitted the last time she did it, I just laid my hand on her vagina a second or two. I did not witness some of this. He finally added and before we called it a night I was touching her. We sat for a long few seconds quietly, Joe looking at the ground.
I said, I guess it's too late now. He said, I just want to apologize to you and your wife, I have no excuse for what I was doing. He was looking at me and I smiled. He said, you can beat me up if you want I deserve it. I said, you both have an excuse. You were both too drunk. We discussed. He was insistent that he apologize to my wife. I told him about our discussion this morning and she was happy with everything. She only recalls you touching her nipple in two songs and some side boob and butt cheeks. I said, if you want to apologize do it for that. When she returned he did. She was happy and told him the same as I did that alcohol was to blame. We exchanged contact information and we left.
To this day I have not told her what I saw and what Joe said. I'm not one hundred percent sure that she actually does not remember and wrestling with bringing it up. The only reason I think she may not was her mean reaction to me that night. That was a first and not my wife's response so I'm thinking maybe it was alcohol.
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