Alaskan Adventure
by Hardy
Copyright© 2025 by Hardy
Erotica Sex Story: A man and his wife go on a fishing trip to Alaska after the man’s friend cancels, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Wife Watching Interracial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Voyeurism Size .
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 a 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 the 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 woman, 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 than 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. Mike regaled 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 Arctic 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 upriver 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 Arctic 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 is 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 finding 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 woman 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 gesturing 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.
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