Talk about risky

My husband and I have an RV. We often join a small group of friends that camp together. The group is dynamic and there is often a different mix of couples. This year a new couple joined the group. The wife likes to spice things up with some risqué conversation starters. I am a private person and often uncomfortable discussing these kinds of things in public even in small groups. For example, last weekend, we were sitting around the campfire, and she asked everyone in the group to describe a time when they had sex someplace risky. Almost as a reflex, I felt a panic attack. How could she know? Was she calling me out? I was glad that it was after dark, and we were around a campfire, or someone would have seen me blush. Fortunately, no one noticed, and I was able to convince myself that it was just her normal banter.

When it came my turn, I recalled a story about when my husband and I were dating. We were tent camping and stayed in the primitive campground, which was entirely empty except for the two of us. We were having sex on the picnic table when a raccoon jumped up on the table next to me. It was a pretty innocuous story that made my husband smile. A better story would have been the one that made me blush. It had happened only the a few weeks ago and would not have made my husband smile. My husband and I had gone to my high school class reunion. My secret high school crush was there. It was the first time that I had seen him since graduation since he went to an out of state college and taken a job in another state after earning his degree.

We immediately reconnected. He confessed that he had also had a crush on me back in the day. Apparently, we had been lusting after each other but had never said anything to each other. We started flirting with each other and things got way out of control. My husband hadn’t noticed us getting closer because he was star struck with a guy in my class that had been a professional football player and was now a position coach for our local pro team. Fortunately, that guy was a friend of mine. At my discrete request, he intentionally kept my husband occupied with football stories for the thirty minutes it took my crush and I to go back to my hotel room and have sex. Actions like that spread like wildfire and by the time the evening was over, I am guessing that my husband was the only one attending who didn’t know. Talk about risky.

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