A Simple Walk in the Woods - Sex Stories

A Simple Walk in the Woods

I had just dropped my wife Elsbeth Tipton off at the airport early on a Saturday morning. It was a bright, beautiful day, and that contributed to my mind wandering from subject to subject rather than being focused like I normally am.

The subject that occupied most of my gray matter was Elsbeth. She had recently turned 40 -- I, Blake Tipton, am only 35 -- and that seemed to have a more profound effect on her than I thought that it would. Her 40th birthday was apparently a milestone to her but she didn't seem to really enjoy the 40th birthday party that I threw for her. To me her turning 40 meant nothing (except for future kids -- I'll get to that later). I honestly believe that age is just a number; I guess if I didn't ten years ago I wouldn't have married someone five years older than me but it wasn't even the slightest concern to me.

Elsbeth was off to visit her two sisters and their families who lived more than 700 miles away. She said she needed a week after the birthday party that I threw for her to clear her head. "It isn't just turning 40, honey," she told me a few days ago, "but I need to re-examine my goals in my professional life, and I really do miss Eleanor and Eva and their families." [I guess that I don't have to point out that Elsbeth's parents love female names that start with "E."]

I had no problem with her trip and did everything in my power to facilitate it. I was a little concerned when she was wistful the few days between buying the airplane ...

... tickets and me dropping her off at the airport and was even more troubled when last night in bed she was like a blowup doll rather than the wildcat she normally is, but put it down to stress.

My mind also was concerned with some minor weight loss Elsbeth experienced in the last few months. It wasn't the type that indicated a serious illness, but concerned me nevertheless. The entire time that I knew her Elsbeth's weight was between 139 and 141 pounds; that is until the last few months when it consistently was 134 or 135. She looked better at 140.

Another thing that was causing turmoil in my brain was Elsbeth's seeming reluctance to start having a family. When we got married she was definitely on board for at least a couple of rug rats, but she had been impossible to pin down on "when," and I knew that after-forty pregnancies were normally not as easy. While driving I resolved to make her commit to "when" within days after she got back from her trip.

Most of the other things that occupied my mind were significant to me, but not to this story, so I won't bore you with them. One other thing that was significant, however, was that I didn't want to waste such a beautiful day, hadn't gone hiking in a long time, and thought that I could use a solo hike as much as Elsbeth could her trip to see her sisters. That's when I decided to take a hike in the nearby mountains.

Rangers had warned residents recently about hiking on certain trails -- especially women -- because there had ...