[This is the second part of a story that I had to split into two posts because it was too long. You should read Part 1 HERE first, or else you're going to be very confused!]

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I chuckled as I stood up, loosened the drawstring of my trunks, and slid them off. Standing there outdoors at full mast was a pretty exhilarating sensation. (Highly recommend.) Rachel was looking up at me smiling, her big brown eyes looking approvingly at my erection. She started to reach up to grab it when the unmistakable sound of a snapping stick reverberated through the forest.

Startled, I quickly sat back down and Rachel retracted her arms and instinctively lowered herself further into the water. The sound of footsteps and rustling underbrush grew louder until two men appeared from behind the cabin. They were both dressed in identical khaki-colored uniforms with black boots, a heavy black belt with a holstered sidearm on one side and holstered handcuffs on the other, a wide-brimmed khaki-colored hat, and a gold shield-shaped patch sewn onto the chest. One of the men—the one who seemed to be in charge—looked to be about 50 years old or so. He was maybe an inch or two shorter than me and maybe 15 or 20 pounds heavier than me. He didn't look overweight by any means, more like all-around "sturdy." He looked like someone who used to work out, if that makes any sense. 

The other man, who was walking a pace or two behind the first, couldn't have been any older than 23 or 24. He looked to be about 5'9" and he was definitely someone who works out. He had fully formed beard and mustache stubble, but it was that style you can tell is intentional, not laziness, because there was a sharp, well-defined boundary at all the edges. He otherwise had a baby face. I figure he'd chosen the stubble look to compensate for that.

"Good evening folks," said the older man as the two of them stepped up onto the deck and walked toward us. "I'm Officer Dale and this is Officer Young." (Yes, dear reader, I have changed their names.) Officer Dale stopped an arm's length away from the hot tub and held out his hand as if expecting a handshake.

The turbulent surface of the water was hiding my nudity so standing up was out of the question. Instead, I awkwardly reached up to shake his hand. "G'devening officers," I said stupidly.

The older man, Officer Dale, accepted the handshake but then glanced at my swimsuit draped over the side of the hot tub and suddenly realized what was going on. He cleared his throat. "Well, uh, we don't mean to, uh, interrupt anything, we just wanted to stop by to introduce ourselves. Some folks have said they saw a stranger in these woods so the fella that owns this place asked us to check up on you to make sure you don't have any problems."

"Oh, well thank you," I said. "My wife and I really appreciate that." The officers glanced at Rachel. Actually, "glance" is probably not the best word. The officers carefully looked her over. As their gazes lingered over my wife, she returned her arms to their previous perches on the edge of the hot tub, which of course brought her breasts back above the water line. I know this doesn't sound like a particularly risqué thing to do, but for Rachel, it was uncharacteristically bold.

"Ma'am," said Officer Dale, doffing his hat. 

"Officers," she replied, her lip curling slightly.

"Well, like I said," continued Officer Dale, "we're here to look after you. If there's anything we can do for you, just let us know. Oh!" he added. "This is normally a one-man job but Officer Young here is new to the force and I'm showing him the ropes. Want to make sure he can handle himself."

"All right. Thank you both!" I said, employing that rising pitch that's universal code for conversation over, please go away now.

As they turned to walk away, Rachel leaned toward me and said under her breath, "I wouldn't mind seeing Officer Young handle himself." Remember how I said earlier that Rachel had recently been feeling more comfortable telling me when she thought a guy was attractive? Well that's what this was. Only it had come out a lot louder than she'd intended.

Alarmed, I shot her an eyes-wide "shush!" expression as she slammed her hand over her own mouth. We both glanced back at the departing officers while trying to stifle nervous giggles. The officers didn't stop or turn back around, but the way they cocked their heads slightly, I was pretty sure they'd heard what Rachel said.

"Do you think they heard me?" she whispered, aghast. 

"I don't know," I lied. "Maybe." We giggled some more as we watched the men leave. But then it occurred to me that they weren't walking back the same way they'd come. Instead of circling back behind the cabin in the direction of the driveway and the long, winding path to the main road, they were walking the other direction, as though about to set off deep into the woods. Rachel and I watched as the two officers paced out about thirty yards into the forest and then began looking around in every direction and behind trees, like they were searching for something.

After a few moments, Officer Dale held up a thumb as if to say, So far so good! I silently returned the thumbs-up gesture and the men continued their apparent investigation. Before long though, it was pretty clear that they weren't really looking for anything anymore, but just trying to look like they were searching. One of the ways I could tell was that they kept glancing at us.

"What are they doing?" Rachel whispered. 

I sighed and then answered, "Hoping to catch an eyeful I think."

"What? Why?" asked Rachel with a look of concern mixed with confusion.

"Think about it," I said, slightly under my breath. "They know they interrupted us fucking, they heard your comment just now, and they're probably hoping you'll give them a better view of those." For that last part I nodded toward her breasts. The swimsuit was functioning as intended, displaying two very appetizing servings of underboob.

"What? These?" Rachel said, her confused expression morphing into a shy smile. She lowered her arms from the edge of the hot tub and brought them together in front of her, thrusting her shoulders forward so that her upper arms pressed her breasts together. The amount of underboob visible through the cut out of Rachel's swimsuit suddenly ballooned to an almost obscene level.

I cannot overstate the significance of that action at that moment in that situation. Although it wouldn't be unusual for Rachel to tease me with her cleavage when we were alone, she had never done something that sensual in front of other people, certainly not two strange men we didn't know.

My mind raced as I considered the implications. Like a flashback montage in a low-budget movie, my brain resurfaced all the clues I'd been overlooking: the revelation that Rachel was interested in having sex in front of other people, her comment in the car about being watched by a lost hiker, her body language when the officers walked up, the comment about Officer Young... and I suddenly realized that she had intended her comment to be heard. She wanted these men to see her expressing her sexuality, to see her exposed.

With that realization, my vision blurred slightly as the blood seemed to drain from my extremities and rush to my cock. My erection returned almost immediately, making me glad I was not wearing anything to restrict it. Rachel's wry smile grew wider upon seeing the look of realization on my face. I couldn't believe it. This was really going to happen.

As with most mental processes, the events of the last couple of paragraphs occurred in a matter of seconds. And it only took another second or two before Officer Young shot a look in our direction, saw Rachel's seductive pinup pose, and promptly tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground.

Rachel giggled, clearly enjoying the reaction she had elicited. Officer Dale took a few steps to assist his fallen comrade, but he was clearly distracted too. Both officers kept glancing back at Rachel as though afraid they might miss something.

I don't think of myself as a "dirty talker," but there had been times (especially within the year before this trip) that I would get especially worked up during sex and tell Rachel about particular fantasies I'd had. There's just something exhilarating about saying the quiet part out loud, especially if it turned out to be a fantasy Rachel shared. That was the motivating force behind what I said next.

"Officer Young over there has you all hot and bothered, doesn't he?" I said in a tone of voice that made clear it really wasn't a question.

"Why? Would that be a problem?" replied Rachel with a wicked grin. She placed a hand on my knee and started to slide it gradually up my leg. "You're not jealous, are you?" she said.

"Me? Jealous? Of course not!" I said. She was leaning toward me now, out of her seat in a half crouch, as she continued to run her hand up my leg and across my thigh. Rachel continued to draw closer to me, our eyes locked. A moment later, her hand reached its destination.

"No, I suppose not," she said as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gave it a couple of slow strokes. Considering the buildup to this moment and the realization that my fantasies were about to become reality, it was a genuine struggle to maintain my composure.

Behind her, I noticed that Officer Young had managed to get back on his feet, and he and the other officer had resumed whatever perimeter sweep they were pretending to do. By this point though, they seemed to be on the verge of abandoning the pretext. They were clearly more focused on the goings on in the hot tub than on whatever might be in the woods.

"Well, for whatever it's worth," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "I think you've got him hot and bothered."

Rachel nodded and smiled knowingly. "Yeah, him and everybody else," she said, giving my dick a squeeze.

"Fuuuuuck," I said involuntarily as Rachel continued to stroke me. I was not used to this bold, uninhibited version of my wife. It was absolutely intoxicating and I was eager to find out exactly where this was leading.

I put my hands on Rachel's hips. Following my guidance, she turned around to face away from me and toward the two officers, and sat down on my left leg, straddling it. I glanced at the two officers and noticed that they were now watching intently, no longer even pretending to be minding their own business.

I wrapped my arms around Rachel's torso and started to move my hands upward, but I did it with halting movements to give Rachel every opportunity to stop me. She didn't. I slid my hands, unobstructed, up the sides of her body and around to the front until I was fully cupping both of her breasts in my hands. Pausing there, I gently massaged them in the palms of my hands. The angle allowed my fingertips perfect access to the bare breast flesh that was exposed through the cutout in her swimsuit. Rachel didn't respond verbally but I could feel her heart pounding in her chest and the warmth radiating from her.

I glanced back at the two men. Officer Dale seemed to be doing his best to maintain his composure but he was clearly affected by the scene. Officer Young on the other hand was making no attempt to conceal his reaction. Mouth open and eyes bulging from his head, he only tore his glance away momentarily to give Officer Dale an "are-you-seeing-this?" look.

I gave Rachel's breasts a couple more circular massages and then slid my hands to her shoulders and under her shoulder straps.

"Ready to be the center of attention?" I said softly to the back of her head.

She turned her head slightly to make sure I could hear her response. "Fuck you," she said in a playful tone. "I'm already the center of attention."

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that," I said as I slipped the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders.

"Yeah, we'll see," she replied, the corner of her mouth curling into a smile before she turned her head back to face the officers. 

I can count on one hand all of the times Rachel has surprised me with this sort of bratty backtalk in all the years we've been married. She picks her spots, and she had picked this one perfectly. Rachel's taunt caused another wave of sensation to wash over my body. In that moment all I wanted to do was rip the clothing off her body and take her right there. Instead, I took a deep breath and forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand.

After sliding the straps off her shoulders, I reached around to Rachel's front, curled the first two fingers on each of my hands, and used them to hook the top of her suit. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, I began pulling down, gradually revealing more and more of Rachel's shimmering skin to the two officers we had just met five minutes ago. Before long, I felt my fingertips brush her nipples, indicating that I was on the verge of fully exposing my wife's naked breasts to the two men watching us. 

I knew that she had felt the contact too, and I half expected her to put a stop to things right then and there. Up until now, everything the officers had seen and heard was pretty much PG-13. This was the last chance to hit the brakes before entering "after dark" territory.

Rachel's body shifted very slightly as her right arm started to move. But instead of bringing her arm up to keep her chest covered, she brought it down and back, then wrapped her fingers around my cock. She took a deep breath of anticipation as she began to pump me slowly, silently urging me to continue.

Accepting the invitation, I resumed pulling downward on Rachel's suit, glancing down so I could see when, a moment later, her hard nipples popped free of the swimsuit and pointed straight at our guests. Rachel's body shuddered with excitement as her naked breasts became fully exposed, the top of her swimsuit pushing them slightly upwards and together, accentuating their gorgeous, round symmetry. I then reached my hands back up to her shoulders and pulled them back towards me, causing Rachel's chest to jut forward, as if to offer her breasts to these two men who were watching, transfixed by the sight of her.

"How's this feel?" I asked softly.

"Amazing," she said, squeezing the head of my erection in the palm of her hand. With her other hand, she reached up and splashed a handful of water onto her chest, causing it to run down, around, and between her breasts. Looking straight ahead (at Officer Young, presumably) Rachel gently kneaded her left breast with her hand and then tugged on the nipple, pulling it outward and then letting go. As she repeated this sequence, I placed my hands on her thighs and slid my right hand down and began rubbing her pussy over the outside of her swimsuit.

Glancing back at our attentive audience, I noticed that both of them were adjusting their uniform pants as an excuse to rub what I had to assume must have been painful erections. Officer Young in particular looked quite uncomfortable as he shifted his weight back and forth and grimaced periodically, all the while intently studying my wife's glistening tits.

Rachel was clearly enjoying the attention, her hips wiggling as she squirmed in my lap. Then, in a strong voice that momentarily startled me, she addressed Officer Young.

"So, are you gonna show me how you handle yourself?" she asked, lewdly emphasizing the word "handle."

This seemed to break the younger man's trance long enough for him to shoot Officer Dale an incredulous look. 

"You heard the lady," Officer Dale said in response to the silent question. "Best not keep her waiting."

Officer Young rubbed the front of his pants unconsciously as he turned his stare back to Rachel. Then, for the first time, Officer Young opened his mouth to speak. "You sure you don't mind, ma'am?" he asked in an unsteady, almost adorable drawl.

As my wife prepared to answer, I slipped one finger, and then two, inside and under the fabric between her legs, running them up between the smooth lips of her pussy and grinding them across her clit. Then, reversing direction, I curled my middle finger back and slid it into her pussy. It sank in effortlessly. Even though she was sitting in a tub of water, there was no mistaking the heavy slickness between her legs. She was dripping and it wasn't because of the hot tub.

I pressed the tip of my finger firmly against Rachel's g-spot. Her body tensed at the sudden wave of pleasure and she gasped, thrusting her chest out ever further. By now I had slipped the rest of my hand underneath her swimsuit. I began rhythmically squeezing my fingers toward my palm to simultaneously massage her g-spot from the inside and her clit from the outside.

This move is actually part of our standard foreplay, but doing it then, like that, it was anything but ordinary. Still, I knew from experience that Rachel has a hard time speaking normally when I do this to her, so in that moment, it was essentially a challenge to try to answer the young man's question.

My wife is not one to back away from a challenge. "No . . . I don't mind . . . a bit," she managed to say in panting gasps as her grip on my dick intensified.

At that, the junior officer immediately unzipped the front of his pants, having apparently decided that it would take too much time and effort to remove his hefty belt. His hand disappeared into his pants and reemerged a moment later with the head of his mostly-erect penis. The rest of his cock soon followed. Officer Young then reached back into his pants, pulled out his balls, and released them to hang out of the front of his pants. Staring hungrily at Rachel, he took his cock into his right hand and began to rub it in long, slow strokes.

I quickly glanced up at Rachel, hoping to catch a glimpse of the look on her face while she watched this man masturbate to the sight of her. As I continued massaging her pussy with my right hand, I slid my left hand up Rachel's torso and grabbed her left breast so that her nipple protruded from between my fingers. 

"What do you think?" I asked her in a soft whisper. 

Her answer did not come immediately, distracted as she was by the handsome stranger rubbing his cock in front of her. Finally, she responded.

"I think I need your cock inside me," she said. She started to move sideways, as though she intended to slide onto my lap, but I stopped her.

"Now, now," I said in a teasing voice. "Not like that. Be considerate of our audience!" Sliding my hand out of her swimsuit, I lifted her by the hips to a standing position and then stood up behind her. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I turned my wife around slowly to face away from the two men and toward me.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a whisper.

"Putting on a good show!" I replied. At this point, the top portion of her swimsuit was mostly bunched up around her midriff and the shoulder straps were hanging loosely around her elbows. I grabbed the shoulder straps and continued slowly peeling her swimsuit down, gradually revealing the rest of her body inch by inch. I slowed down slightly when I reached her ass, glancing at the two men to gauge their reaction. They were clearly enjoying the show.

Once I had fully revealed my wife's cute, round ass, I stopped and addressed the two officers. "Gentlemen?" I asked. "What do you think of this ass?" I glanced at Rachel's face as she instinctively shot me an embarrassed look. Rachel is especially self-conscious about her ass and I'm not entirely sure why. I always tell her how perfect it is. She believes that I appreciate it, but she had a hard time believing that anyone else would. As far as I was concerned, this was as good an opportunity as any to get some outside opinions on the matter.

Officer Dale was the first to weigh in. "That's a mighty fine ass, ma'am," he said with admiration in his voice.

"Yeah," added Officer Young breathlessly while he continued pleasuring himself. "Amazing ass!"

"See?" I said as a smile began to spread across Rachel's face. "It's not just me."

"Guess not," she replied.

I resumed the process of removing her bathing suit. At this point, I was pretty much holding the entire thing bunched up in my fists, it was only a matter of getting Rachel free of it. I increased my speed to hurry this part along. But as I reached the area around her knees, Rachel suddenly thrust her hips backwards and legs apart very slightly, and bent all the way over at the waist. As she turned her head back to look at the officers, she reached back and placed her hands on the backs of her thighs, then slowly pulled them apart to reveal her completely bare pussy to the watching men.

"What do you think of this, boys?" she asked in an exaggeratedly sultry tone. She punctuated the question by using her fingertips to gently spread her lips. I was kneeling on the floor of the hot tub at this point, at eye level with Rachel's pelvis, so I was close enough to see the thick, shimmering strands of pussy juice that stretched from lip to lip as she pulled them apart.

I would like to be able to tell you that I maintained my composure and continued directing this impromptu striptease my wife was giving. That's what I would like to be able to tell you, but unfortunately I can't. I'm not proud of what happened next, but it is what happened.

My gut twisted into knots of unexpected jealousy at the sight of my wife holding her pussy open for these two strangers. But at the same time, the feeling wasn't jealousy, not really. I knew that Rachel was mine and I had no fear of losing her. It felt like a strange, alternate version of jealousy. It was an unpleasant feeling that I nevertheless wanted to foster and was desperate to feed. It was simultaneously gut wrenching and exquisite. I really don't know how else to describe it. If you know, you know. 

Adding further fuel to the fire, in that same moment, the "backtalk" incident from a few minutes earlier sprang back to mind. I had promised Rachel she would "pay," and she had taunted me (playfully, of course) by saying, "we'll see." It was hard enough to control myself when she had originally said it. But now, given all the other emotions I was experiencing, this seemed like the perfect time to deliver on my promise.

In one motion, I slid over next to Rachel and grabbed her by the hips, turning her sideways to face away from me. The sudden, unexpected movement upset her balance, causing her to lurch forward, and she instinctively leaned forward, placing her hands on the side of the hot tub to steady herself. I reached around her and grabbed the front of her legs to brace her, and then plunged my face, hard, between her cheeks as far as I could. Craning my neck, I slid my tongue furiously in and out of her vagina, desperately lapping up as much of her nectar as I could extract.

Rachel grunted in surprise and pleasure from the sudden, forceful movement. "Oh my god!" exclaimed one of the officers. "Fuck, that's hot!" said the other a split second later. As I continued violently licking my wife's pussy, I heard the sound of another zipper unzipping. Officer Dale had evidently crossed the threshold of manageable horniness.

I spent several minutes running my tongue up and down Rachel's creamy slit, genuinely astonished by how much lubricant she was producing. My vision was completely obstructed at this point but it occurred to me that because of the way Rachel was standing, bent over at the waist, hands braced on the edge of the hot tub, and me thrusting my face against her ass that way, the two men were probably watching her breasts swaying back and forth as her body rocked into me over and over. In the distance I could hear the unmistakable sloshy sound of wet skin on wet skin as the men furiously pumped their cocks while they watched us.

Rachel's breathing was beginning to get faster and louder, and then it began to turn into moaning. I stood up and put my left hand on Rachel's back to make sure she stayed bent over. I took my swollen cock in my hand. By this point it was purple and the head was so engorged I could almost see my reflection in it. I guided the tip of my cock to my wife's warm opening.

"Remember earlier when I told you I'd make you pay?" I said. Rachel nodded emphatically, her breathing ragged. "Good. 'Cause now you're going to get it," I said, and then I plunged my dick into her with all the force I could muster. She was so wet there was almost no resistance. Rachel let out a loud, guttural moan as I bottomed out.

I withdrew and then rammed her again. Again she grunted loudly and involuntarily. As I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting, Rachel craned her left arm around and reached behind me, grabbing my ass. She began pulling me toward her, as if to say that the raw power I was unleashing upon her simply wasn't enough. She wanted more.

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she demanded desperately, almost angrily. And somehow I did. With each furious thrust my cock slammed into her cervix, our thighs slapping together loudly. Normally sustained penetration this deep would prompt Rachel to shift to a more comfortable angle. This time though, it made her scream in pleasure at a volume I'd never heard before. "Fuck! Oohhhh, fuck me!" she shouted.

Then I heard an unfamiliar voice In the distance. "Oh god, I can't... I'm gonna cum," said Officer Young. I looked over to see him furiously pumping his dick, which was rock hard and bright red from abuse. Suddenly, the young officer's short, rapid strokes became long and deliberate, and his eyes rolled back into his head. His body swayed momentarily, and then he began a low, rhythmic grunt. "Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Unnnnnh!" With each of his gasps, a long, thick stream of semen spurted from the tip of his penis and splashed onto the forest floor.

I glanced back down at my wife, who was also watching the young man's truly prodigious ejaculation. Rachel had already been close, but the sight of the white fluid streaming out of Officer Young's cock was what finally sent her over the edge. Her breathing suddenly became more rhythmic and deliberate and she began her telltale pulsating grunt as she convulsed in orgasmic release.

This was the cue I had been waiting for. As I continued slamming my erection into her, I let the floodgates open. Immediately I felt the rising warmth of cum surging through me and it sprayed out of my cock and into Rachel's pussy, wave after wave, thrust after thrust. 

"Yes!" she shouted. "Give it to me. Give it to me!" She was panting hungrily, her voice ragged and hoarse. Delirious and eager to comply, I continued to pump her with every ounce of my strength as we orgasmed in tandem.

After what felt like both an eternity and a split second of bliss, the wave subsided and we collapsed, exhausted, into the bubbling water.

The sound of unfamiliar moaning reminded us that we still had an audience. Rachel and I turned to look at the two men. Officer Young was still watching intently while slowly stroking his gradually withering penis. That made Officer Dale the sole remaining holdout. He was methodically rubbing his dick in long, steady strokes all the way from the head to the base and back up again.

Suddenly he reached his other hand around and braced it against the small of his back and leaned backwards, as though trying to look straight up into the sky. His movements gave me the impression that he was close to release, but also frustrated.

"You think you can help push the poor guy over the edge?" I whispered softly to Rachel, whose breathing was just beginning to return to normal. She winked at me and smiled, before calling out to Officer Dale,

"That's right, show me what you got!" Despite the events that had already transpired, I was still stunned by my wife's uncharacteristically brazen lewdness. At the same time, I was incredibly turned on hearing her verbally stimulate a stranger who was masturbating for her.

Rachel's verbal encouragement seemed to be doing the trick. Officer Dale's grunts started getting more rhythmic. I glanced at Rachel's face in time to see a slight smile and a look of determination. "Oh Mr. Officer!" she called out in a dramatic, breathy damsel-in-distress tone. "Let me see what you do with that big stick!" she said as she reached up and began to rub her breasts sensually.

Suddenly, Officer Dale let out a loud groan. "Fffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he droned deeply as cum began to surge out of his cock, glob after glob, coating the back of his hand and his fingers. He stared unflinchingly at Rachel's breasts and continued fucking his clenched fist until he had drained himself. 

As the older man's breathing began to return to normal, he stumbled several steps and leaned against a tree before pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off his hand. Officer Young had already composed himself by this point, but he was conspicuously avoiding eye contact with anyone.

I turned back to Rachel and spent a moment reveling in the intoxicating sight of her deep, glowing smile and her full breasts, which were now percolating in the hot, salty water. I leaned over and kissed her.

"I love you so much," I said as our lips parted.

"I love you too!" she replied.

"That was fun. Hot! And fun," I said.

"Definitely," said Rachel. "And we just got here! Think of all the fun still ahead of us on this trip!"

"Oh, I am!" I said, my heart skipping a beat.

A few minutes later the two officers appeared to have recovered from their ordeal and they seemed suddenly eager to leave. Officer Dale cleared his throat.

"Well folks," he began in a business-like tone, "looks like the area is clear of perverts and voyeurs, so we'll be on our way. Enjoy the rest of your trip." The two men began to head back in the direction of the driveway.

"Thank you, officers!" said Rachel cheerfully.

"Yes, thank you," I added. "We'll sleep well knowing we're under your watchful eyes!" Rachel poked me under the water as we watched the men disappear from view. Suddenly it occurred to me that the sun was surprisingly low in the sky. More time had passed than I had thought.

"Well that was a very impressive show!" I said after a few moments.

"Oh, you liked that, huh?" replied Rachel coyly.

"Just a little," I said, grinning. "Where did all that come from?"

"I don't know," she said. "I guess, just being here with you, in the woods in the middle of nowhere... It's relaxing. I feel more free to be wild and risqué."

"I'm glad!" I said. "This trip is off to a great start, and I'm looking forward to whatever comes next."

"Or whoever comes next," Rachel said with a wink and a giggle. I returned her devilish grin and wrapped my arms around her naked body. We kissed passionately in the turbid water as the day's final rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon.

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Thanks for reading! Extra thanks if you read the whole thing! This is my first time writing anything like this so I'd appreciate any comments or advice you'd care to share. This was a wild vacation and I'm hoping to be able to tell you about some of the other things that happened. And Officer "Dale" and Officer "Young," there's probably no way you're reading this but if you are, DM me. We're thinking about booking that cabin again and would love to catch up with you!