We met Frank in 1969 when he was married to Phyllis. He was discharged from the US Air Force at the desert base near Apple Valley, out in the Mojave Desert. That’s where he met her and decided to settle. This was my first stateside assignment after my tour in Vietnam . My wife was quartered at the air base while during that year. Dot was a very outgoing person and made friends quickly at every new duty location. The women, especially, liked her. I was always interested in her budding friendships, of course, and she kept me updated by mail. I had a lot of mail.

Frank and Phyllis were part of a camping group my wife Dot made friends with. We became especially close to them because Dot was crazy about the cute and shy little redhead. She was almost five feet tall and tiny but her figure was proportionate. It was perfect, in fact, but small. Dot liked to joke around with her, calling the diminutive redhead her little baby girl. Dot would lift her easily, hugged and kissed her like a small child. Dot on the other hand was almost of six feet, long-legged, a beautiful blond with an ass to match.

We partied a lot with them and many occasions dined and danced till daybreak. Camping trips in the desert were a riot. Sometimes we went with a large group and other times we camped with Frank and Phyllis in their motor home. Camping always started with a bloody mary for breakfast and the bar was open the rest of the day. Many cool desert evenings were spent out under the stars sittingt around the campfire enjoying our cocktails and smokes as usual. One such evening, Dot lay comfortable on a mat and sleeping bag with Phyllis snuggled up to her to keep warm. She had begun to return Dot’s affection for her lately, and I think she might have been vaguely aware of Dot’s intentions.

We were all in a haze around the campfire that dark desert evening. Frank and I were engaged in conversation but very aware of the girls on the mat. Frank was a really nice guy and he had an idea of what Dot was like from Phyllis. I knew he was interested in Dot since she was just as friendly and affectionate with him as she was with his wife. I watched Dot dance with Frank on many occasions and he thoroughly enjoyed the cock teasing she gave him. She told me, with a gleam in her eye, that Frank had a huge cock and that she fondled his erections whenever they danced. She said she wanted some of that and told Frank as much, but he would have to wait for his wife to approve. Frank wanted to fuck my wife. He knew that his patience would be rewarded. Dot concentrated her attention on her little redhead mostly and he looked on in great anticipation. Dot and Phyllis were also engaged in conversation and soon began to feel the chill in the air.

“Come on baby, let’s get into the sleeping bag, it’ll be more comfortable,” Dot said to Phyllis. Giggling and tipsy, Phyllis eagerly agreed. They settled into the bag and got comfortable resting their heads on their arms facing each other. Their conversation continued but soon toned down to inaudible whispers. Dot, idly stroked Phyllis with her free hand then pulled the bag over them and continued the stroking underneath. The whispering stopped. The movement in the sleeping bag did not. Frank and I lit up a joint and kept an eye on the sleeping bag. I saw Frank, sitting across the fire from me spread his legs and adjusted the growth in his pants. Suddenly, the little redhead sat up.