Wife accompanies husband on an Alaskan fishing trip

A wife joins her husband on a fishing trip to a secluded lodge in Alaska. The husband’s life is rescued by the lodge owner and fishing guide, who expects something in return from the wife due to his heroic actions. Will the pair hold their ground?

We had planned our Alaska fishing trip months in

advance. From Fairbanks Tom and I would fly into a lake

where we had reserved a seven day stay at a camp,

complete with guide, who was the owner of the camp. As

required, we had paid for everything in advance, and we

were eagerly looking forward to a great vacation.

With only five days to go before we left, Tom was

involved in an auto accident and required emergency

surgery, so he was definitely not going to be able to

go. This posed a dilemma as there was no way we were

going to get our money back if we didn’t fulfill our

contract.

I tried some other friends, but no one was able to go

on such short notice. At this point my wife Carol said,

“Why don’t I go in his place? I don’t have any

commitments and I would love to go.” She had gone

fishing with me a few times before, so she had some

fishing experience. Finally I was persuaded, thinking

it would be fun to be together on a fishing trip in a

wilderness area; so the problem was solved.

We worked on getting our gear together, buying some

additional clothes and tackle, things that my wife

would need on our trip. We were finally ready, and were

eagerly looking forward to this vacation, my wife

especially thrilled to be included.

It was a long flight to Fairbanks, where we stayed

overnight, leaving next morning on a float plane. This

flight took over three hours before we finally landed

on a beautiful lake, tying up at the dock in front of

the fishing lodge. We were really isolated; this was

the only camp on the lake.

Our host and guide, Mike, came to meet us, and after

introductions, we hauled all our gear to the lodge. He

was surprised to see a woman with me, saying this was a

first for his camp. I explained the circumstances, and

he said that a female face would be a welcome change.

We were shown to our room, and after setting down our

luggage, Mike showed us around the cabin. The other

guest room was vacant, and then there was Mike’s room,

and a room behind the kitchen. This was occupied by an

Inuit lady who was housekeeper and cook.

By the time we were settled it was dinner time. Carol

and I had showered in the communal bathroom; then

dressed for dinner. The main room was large, with a

fireplace, and it was cool enough for a fire. We had a

couple of drinks: we had brought enough for our time

there, and Mike seemed to have a good supply. Betty,

the Inuit women, prepared a very good dinner which we

had with a bottle of wine.

After dinner we sat around the fire, and Mike filled us

in on what we might expect to catch in the lake.

Throughout dinner and the evening I noticed him

glancing at my wife frequently. That was understandable

as she was a very attractive woman. Even in the city

she received many admiring glances, so it wasn’t

unexpected that a man who spent much time in the bush

would appreciate having an attractive woman guest. He

said the housekeeper was the only woman around during

fishing season, and clearly she would not be an object

of desire, as she was definitely unattractive. He was

captivated by my wife, and more that once said how

wonderful it was to have such a beautiful guest.

Jokingly I said “don’t get any ideas. She’s already

spoken for.” However, I noticed my wife glancing his

way a few times; he was an attractive man, and solidly

built.

Finally we were off to bed, and when we were snuggled

in I said “he seems to enjoy looking at you, as he

spent quite a bit of time doing that; and I noticed you

seem to enjoy looking at him.”

“Well, he is attractive in a rugged sort of way, and I

guess I enjoy the attention.”

“Don’t get to enjoy the attention too much. I don’t

want him to get any ideas about you.”

We were up at dawn the next day. After a great

breakfast we boated out where Mike thought we would

have a good chance to land a few, and we started

trolling. We each were catching good sized lake trout,

and a few grayling. We were doing so well that we threw

some back. It was a wonderful day on this beautiful

lake, surrounded by rocky shores with large growth of

evergreens. We ate fish for lunch, prepared over a

fire, and done to perfection. Late in the day we

returned, utterly exhausted.

After showering and changing we joined Mike for dinner.

Carol looked lovely, wearing an attractive blouse and

clinging jeans which outlined her beautiful figure, her

hair framing her lovely face. Mike whistled when he saw

her, Carol blushing as he gazed at her, obviously

pleased at the attention.

We had some drinks and another great meal, Mike paying

a lot of attention to my wife, which she seemed to

enjoy. We sat around the fire, talking and laughing,

Mile regaling us with camping and fishing stories.

Finally to bed.

The next day was a repeat of the day before. We caught

fish again, which we had for lunch. Later in the

afternoon we boated to the end of the lake, Mike

showing us around. There was a river emptying into the

lake where he said there were artic char, and if we

were interested we could fish for them the next day,

but he said we would have to use our waders if we were

going to be successful, so that was our plan for the

next day.

After showering and changing we sat around the fire,

again enjoying our drinks. A good dinner with wine

followed; that woman certainly knew how to cock. We

were lounging around the fire again, enjoying after

dinner drinks, pleasantly inebriated, and listening to

his stories about the wilderness, and the animals that

were all around us.

He paid a lot of attention to Carol, and she was

enjoying his stories. Looking at us he asked if we knew

the custom of the north woods, where a man would share

his wife with a visitor. I said, “I heard about that,

but it was about Inuits who shared their wife with a

visiting hunter.” He laughed and said, “That’s right,

but sometimes when there was only one woman it would be

reasonable for the men to share her.”

I knew where this was leading, but I refused to bite. I

said, “That might be the custom in areas up here, but

it’s not our custom.” He laughed, and soon we were off

to bed. The conversation must have stimulated Carol,

and we enjoyed great sex. I’m sure they heard us in the

other rooms. Afterwards I said, “I think you were

fantasizing about Mike while we were doing it.” She

admitted it but said, “I couldn’t help it; I did enjoy

his attention, and he is very attractive.” I did enjoy

the spin-off, but told her not to get any ideas.

The next day we boated to the end of the lake again,

and went up river to a falls. We pulled the boat up on

the bank below the falls, and walked along the river

above the falls.

Finally we came to a bend where Mike said we would

fish. The river was a little fast from recent rains,

and he cautioned us to be careful of our footing in the

river. Carol was timid and wanted to fish from the

bank; that was probably safer. I put on my waders and

walked into the stream, and you definitely had to be

careful, the bottom was slippery, and the river was

fast. I was doing great, catching some large artic

char, and Carol was having some success from the bank.

Later I had a very large fish on, and I got a little

careless with the excitement, and lost my footing. The

next thing I was floating downriver towards the falls,

and was unable to regain my footing in the fast water.

Mike raced along the river, and caught me on a bend

just before the falls, holding on to a limb of a tree,

and hauling me in. He had saved my life.

I was shaken by the experience, and that was the end of

our fishing that day. We both thanked him profusely for

rescuing me, and returned to the cabin.

We had returned early, and sat on the shore, enjoying

some much needed drinks. The day would clearly be

disastrous without the intervention of Mike, and I

thanked him again. By the time dinner was ready, we

were both feeling our drinks; he opened a special wine

which we enjoyed with our dinner. After dinner we sat

around the fire, still sipping on our after dinner

drinks, enjoying the evening.

He was looking at Carol again, who looked gorgeous as

usual. Then he looked at me and said “I would like you

to let her be with me tonight.” I was startled out of

my reverie, and my first response was one of shock that

he would ask to have sex with my wife. He went on to

say, “I saved your life today, and the least you could

do is let me be with your wife.”

I said, “That’s not fair! I do owe you for saving my

life, but that doesn’t mean that your reward if to have

sex with my wife.” I looked at Carol who was wide-eyed,

her mouth hanging open, startled by this conversation.

He said, “I’ve been without a woman for a long time,

and it isn’t as if I want her forever, just for now,

and you do owe me.” I looked at Carol, and she looked

as if she was considering the proposal. That did it,

and I took her arm and headed for bed.

We started to undress, and when she was standing in her

bra and sheer panties, she said, “Why not! We do owe

him, and it’s only sex that he wants.”

“I suppose that you find him attractive has nothing to

do with it.” At that moment there was a brief knock on

the door, and he entered. Mike moved to my wife, still

standing there in her bra and panties, and took her

arm, leading her towards the door. She looked at me

beseechingly, but I said nothing as he led her into his

room, closing the door.

I stood outside his room, listening to the murmur of

their voices, and I heard her moaning. A smiling Inuit

women appeared at my elbow, and she led me along the

wall to his room, removing a couple of large pine knots

in the wall, and gestured me to look. I could see them

standing there, embracing, his hands caressing her as

he kissed her, my wife still moaning. He slowly removed

her bra, then sliding her panties down till she was

standing naked in his arms. He undressed, revealing a

very large and very hard cock, which he pressed against

her. She was wide-eyed, looking at the size of him.

He lowered her to the bed, and lay down next to her,

continuing to caress her, his mouth on her erect

nipples, his hand stroking her naked thighs, gradually

pressing them open. She moaned again when she felt his

fingers stroking the lips of her vagina, giving a

little cry as he pressed a finger into her, crying out

again as he found her clitoris. She was really

responding to him, her body flushed and trembling. He

continued working on her, my wife groaning now, her

legs spreading wider, surrendering to him.

He had her ready, and he moved between her legs,

mounting her, directing his extremely hard cock against

the moist lips of her vagina. He began pressing into

her, beginning to open her, beginning to stretch her,

my wife bending her knees up, and spreading her thighs

more, trying to relieve the pressure of his advancing

cock. She was groaning loudly as she felt herself

stretching to accommodate his size, then a cry as the

head of his cock entered her, penetrating her,

stretching her fully.

Unbelievably, I felt myself hardening. It was as if I

was watching another woman, not my own wife being

serviced. He continued to advance his cock into my

groaning wife, gradually filling her, moving back and

forth till his cock fully entered her, impaling her, to

a hoarse cry from my wife as she was filled by his

invading cock.

He stayed fully into her for awhile, beginning to

gradually move back and forth in long slow strokes, his

cock completely disappearing into her with each stroke.

Finally he began stroking faster, to the moaning of my

wife, faster still till she was crying out with his

thrusts, her body jerking each time he pushed into her.

Her groans became louder, nearing orgasm, her beautiful

long legs clutching him, crying out, shuddering as her

climax was full upon her.

His own climax followed soon afterwards, groaning as he

ejaculated into her, filling her with his semen. He

stayed inside her, holding her, kissing her, till she

felt him hardening again, swelling inside her. He took

her again, fucking her thoroughly, taking a long time

with her, plunging in and out of her till she erupted

with another orgasm, feeling him spurting into her,

filling her even more.

Then, after a long while he moved off her, my wife

lying there with her legs spread wide, their juices

leaking from her open cunt. The woman beside me enjoyed

the show and we both moved to our rooms. Finally my

wife returned, looking exhausted, clutching her

underwear in her hand.

She looked thoroughly fucked; that stud had really

serviced her. She got into bed with me, and she was

surprised to find me erect. She gripped my erection,

stroking me, and before I could mount her I erupted,

much to her amusement.

She said, “I know you were watching us through that

hole in the wall, I could see you. It seemed you

enjoyed watching your wife getting thoroughly fucked by

that stud. He really did it to me; I have never been

fucked like that, never come like that.” I said, “I

couldn’t help myself; I never thought I would be

aroused watching my own wife with another man.

And then I thought about birth control. We did not want

children; we each had careers. She couldn’t take the

pill, so we used condoms during the time when she was

fertile. She said, “God, I didn’t think about that!”

She was calculating, and she said “I think today I am

just entering my fertile period. I hope he didn’t get

me pregnant.”

We finally went to sleep. In the morning I relived the

events, remembering the scene. We were called for

breakfast, Mike looking like nothing had happened, but

smiling when he looked at Carol. After breakfast we

went fishing again, this time by boat. That night we

drank more than we should have, and at bedtime we were

in our room when he came for her. She looked at me, and

I did not object as he led her away, taking her to his

room again.

This time I observed them through the door which I had

partially opened. Betty took her place against the wall

again. He delighted in stripping her, gazing admiringly

at her naked body. I watched the whole thing, watched

him making love to her, entering her and fucking her so

well.

I listened to the moans, the groans, the cries as she

was serviced once again by this stud, seeing his cock

thrusting into her till she cried out, her body jerking

as her orgasm overwhelmed her. He continued plunging

into her till he climaxed, once more filling her

unprotected cunt with his sperm. He moved over, pulling

his softening cock from her. He caressed her and soon

he was hardening again. This time he placed her on her

hands and knees, spread her thighs, and thrust fully

into her. I had a clear view of his wet cock moving in

and out of her, and once again I was aroused.

I never had sex with her on her hands and knees; that

wasn’t a position she liked, but she was responding to

him doing it to her that way, and very thoroughly and

competently, till she was crying out again and again

with one orgasm after another. After he had flooded

her, he released her, and she fell to the bed, lying

there exhausted.

I went to our room, and she soon joined me, getting

naked into bed. As I moved to take her she refused me

saying, “I’ve had enough for one night. I suppose you

enjoyed seeing him taking me on my hands and knees. I

certainly enjoyed being used that way – I never thought

I would like being serviced like that, used like a

whore, and you are not going to have me again on this

trip.” I said, “What about him; what if he wants you

again?” She didn’t respond and we slept, awakening to a

rainy day.

We sat around that day reading, drinking more than we

should, and I wondered what would happen in the

evening. I had my answer when he came for her again,

saying, “I’ll return her when I’m through with her.”

She followed him without protest, and I watched and

listened to them as he fucked her again, servicing her

like I never had done. Once again he emptied himself

into her unprotected womb, likely getting her pregnant

by now.

It was raining a little the next day, and we went

fishing as that was our last day. The same thing

happened that night, Mike servicing her again. I

watched them, hearing her moaning as she was used by

him. He seemed insatiable, taking time after time. I

suppose it was because he had been without a woman for

a long while, and my wife was certainly the most

attractive woman that came his way, in or out of

civilization.

The next morning it was raining heavily, and clouds

hung over the lake. Mike received a call from the pilot

on his short wave radio. He said they were socked in,

and there was no way he could fly. He said the front

would probably last at least two days. He was wrong-it

was three days before the weather cleared enough for

him to pick us up.

That was not good news! I was scheduled to be back to

work, but I also thought what might happen in the

meantime-that he would be enjoying my wife for another

three nights; and that’s what he did. Carol began to

protest; she needed a rest from him, but he was

insatiable, coming for her each night, and ignoring our

protests. Even on our honeymoon, I never had sex with

her this often.

Each night he slowly undressed her, relishing her

helplessness as he stripped her naked, enjoying

relieving her of her sheer panties, the last barrier to

her sex. He would gaze at her, at her beauty, her

lovely firm breasts, her slim waist descending to

gorgeous rounded hips and ass, which he delighted in

stroking, arousing her again. The last three nights he

fucked her in every position, my wife responding to

him. Mostly he did her on her back with her legs lifted

and spread, but he also liked to take her on her on her

hands and knees. I watched him, servicing her time

after time, listening to her moaning as he thrust into

her, bringing her to one climax after another till he

spurted into her, filling her with his semen. Her loud

cries when she had an orgasm filled the cabin.

I’m sure her cunt and uterus were always awash with his

sperm. He had filled her with so much and so often that

I was sure she was impregnated. The last night, after

he did it to her again, she said she was glad we were

leaving as she couldn’t take any more, her cunt was

just too sore.

I said, “You really got into it-you really enjoyed

being serviced by him, and he probably made you

pregnant.” She said “I couldn’t help it, the size of

him and the way he did it to me. He was so big I didn’t

think I could take him, but I was wrong. I never felt

so filled; I couldn’t believe the way he stretched me

out. I think it will be a couple of weeks before my

cunt shrinks back to normal. And I was really excited

by the possibly that I would be pregnant. I could feel

him swelling more each time he came, and I could feel

him spurting into me, into my uterus. Yes, I think I’m

very likely pregnant.”

Next day we were packed when the plane arrived. Mike

said very little as we boarded, just waving good-bye as

we taxied into position for take off. We slept most of

the two legs of our journey home. When we weren’t

sleeping, Carol had a dreamy, far off gaze in her eyes,

and I know she was thinking about Mike, how he had

seduced her, and taken her time after time.

After we were home, and back in our jobs, we discussed

what happened. We both came to grips with the emotional

experience. Carol talked about what she felt, how his

huge cock filled her and stretched her, her whole being

centered on his huge organ filling her, and bringing

her to wrenching climaxes. Then she directed the

conversation towards how I felt watching her being

fucked by this stud.

“You know that I was excited seeing him doing it to

you. I never believed I would respond that way. Seeing

his thick cock in you, seeing him thrusting into you

was totally erotic. I was mesmerized, watching him

fucking you so thoroughly, your legs around him, seeing

him coming in you. I won’t forget those scenes.”

It turned out that she was pregnant and she wanted to

have the baby. As the weeks went by and her abdomen

began to enlarge, I relived the experience and I know

she did also.