“When my last boy married, my husband said it was time for us to look after ourselves for once. Tony is only a couple of years older than I am but his hair is almost all gray and he has a big paunch. People are surprised when they find out he is under fifty; he looks closer to sixty. This is what work and worry did to him, I suppose.
“I expected life to improve for me once all my kids were married, but it became even duller. At forty-eight Tony thought watching television and drinking beer was a high time. When I tried to get him out of the house he told me that we should act our age. Act our age! That's exactly what I wanted him to do. People in their forties are in the prime of their lives. They don't spend all their leisure in front of television sets.
“Of course, I had much more leisure time than my husband. He had his work, but all I had was a little housecleaning and cooking. After taking care of four lively kids it was simple to take care of one lazy man.
“I went to bingo games in the afternoon to kill time. It really bored me because the halls were always filled with old ladies. I was only middle-aged. I wasn't ready for the rocking chair set.
“When Tony got his vacation I insisted that we go somewhere and do something. He agreed with me on that, at least, and we rented one of these campers just to ride around the country in. With a month off, we had time to see the whole country.
“My husband liked to fish so we headed for some trout streams. I didn't like to fish because it was so boring. Sitting in one spot for hours to get a nibble wasn't my idea of excitement. Tony, however, was in his glory holding a fishing pole with his face to the sun. When a fish did bite he seemed disappointed because now he had to do a little work to reel him in.
“If it wasn't for the fact that I knew how to drive the camper, Tony would've spent all his vacation by a trout stream. When I wanted him to go someplace else I'd pack everything away and start the engine. Tony would finally give in and go to sleep in the camper while I looked for another spot… a lively one, for a change.
“I parked in a trailer camp just to see some new people instead of fishes and trees. There were a lot of people traveling around the country in trailers and campers and not all of them were near the retirement age, either. Retired couples did seem to prefer the open road, though. I thought this was better than waiting to die in a house you've lived in all your life.
“I met Vernon at the trailer camp. He was about forty and her was traveling with his wife, a real bitch. The couple were on a vacation but the man's wife had to be dragged along. She hated the idea of a camper and much preferred a fancy resort. Vernon hold me that Rita, his wife, had her way for the last ten vacations and this time he put his foot down and insisted on renting a camper.
“Vernon worked in a machine shop. He was a big, husky, handsome guy with curly brown hair that didn't have a bit of gray in it. He was on the heavy side but every ounce was pure beef. I couldn't see what Rita had to complain about. I wouldn't mind spending the night with such a specimen of manhood.
“I married as a virgin and Tony had been the only man in my life. At no time did I ever consider adultery during our long marriage… until I had become a grandmother nine times over. When I looked at Vernon I wondered what it would be like to have one last fling before I got too old to care.
“My husband had been a virgin when he married, too, and he never even looked at another woman during our marriage which had to be some kind of compliment to me. At the age of forty-eight he had all but given up caring about sex and was more interested in his job and his comforts and his grandchildren than anything else. When men reach their forties they were supposed to be at a dangerous age, but my husband was as dangerous as a pussy cat. He didn't have the energy to chase a girl even if it were all downhill and the wind was behind him.
“Vernon invited us over to his camper for drinks. It was a tight squeeze for the four of us and not very pleasant with Rita acting so sullen. She didn't even try to be sociable. I was glad to leave the camper and so was my husband.
“'Let's go looking for some fish, Margo,' he pleaded when we got back to our own place.
“We had stayed at the trailer camp long enough. The only reason I had wanted to stay on was for Vernon. We weren't having an affair, but I could see he liked me. I felt sorry for him because he was stuck with such a shrew of a woman. I guess he liked to talk to me because he needed the sound of a friendly female voice.
“That night I walked around the trailer camp while Tony slept. There was a beautiful full moon and the sky was very clear. It was all so romantic with the wind moving through the tree tops and I longed for the warmth and closeness of a man to make it all complete.
“And then I saw Vernon…
“He was standing framed in the doorway of his camper wearing a tight pair of pants and nothing else. His chest was massive and hairy and I could see the outline of his sexual parts. The man was only eight years younger than my husband but he looked so much more vital and alive.
“'Want a drink, Margo?' he offered quietly.
“I wanted to accept but I couldn't bear the thought of meeting Rita again. 'I don't want to disturb your wife,' I told him.
“'She isn't here,' he answered. 'She left an hour ago with some other women for a bingo game in town.'
“Rita would be the bingo type. The idea that she wasn't around and that I had her husband to myself interested me, so I took Vernon up on his offer of a drink. He stepped back when I passed him at the doorway and the thick hairs of his chest brushed against my arm. For some reason I felt very light-headed.
“Vernon closed the door which made the camper very intimate. He poured a couple of drinks and handed me one.
“'I hear you're leaving in the morning,' he said sadly.
“'Yes, my husband is in a fishing mood,' I told him.
“'And what kind of mood are you in?'
“I could by the tone of his voice and by the way he looked at me that Vernon wanted me to say that I was in the mood for love. This was a fact but I couldn't bring myself to say it. The brawny, half-nude man appeared to be more than ready for some action himself. I should've made an excuse and left the camper but I didn't want to. I was forty-five and deserved some romance.
“We had a few more drinks and Vernon kept glancing at his watch. He knew when his wife would return and this meant that he had just so much time to make me in. Finally he slipped his hands over my waist and kissed me full on the lips. I didn't object. I placed my hands on his bare back and returned the kiss. His massive maleness was overpowering.
“' My wife will be back in less than an hour,' he said.
“Vernon was really telling me that I still could leave if I wanted to. But I didn't want to. I clung to him and he brought me down on top of the bed. His fingers worked at my clothes and I helped him take them off. Before I knew it I was naked. The only man who had ever seen me completely naked was Tony. Now, in my mid-forties, another man was looking at my bare flesh.
“'Nice and meaty,' he breathed. 'You're my kind of woman.'
“Rita was a nervous stringbean with a flat chest. For a man who liked his women on the plump side he certainly had picked the wrong one to marry.
“He pulled off his tight pants and exposed his huge cock. It was erected and looked like an entire salami. The more I was of the man the less I could understand Rita. Some women just didn't know when they were well off.
“Vernon pulled me against his body and clamped his rough hands on my ass. The moment the head of his giant prick touched my slit I suddenly turned moral. I thought of Tony sleeping innocently in the camper. He had never taken another woman so why should I take another man?
“'Don't!' I said, and placed one of my hands over my sexual opening.