Last June, when she had joyfully agreed to marry Mark Jenkins, Natalie sincerely hoped that her preoccupation with young men would fade into the background, and indeed, for the first eight or nine months of their marriage it had. Sex with Mark was so much more filling and complete than her previous finger-fucking had been that the voluptuous math teacher logically assumed that her fantasies were dead. Then this awful counseling had come along to remind her of her imaginary perversion, and the poor woman was beside herself.

To be fair, Mark was taking the whole embarrassing episode in his stride. He was loving and understanding when his young wife failed to reach her climax, and he would often strain his already cum drained penis in and out just to make her cum. But at the same time, he seemed to be becoming less and less interested in their sexual relations, a fact which the counselor had attributed to their underlying fantasies.

Mark had been open and willing with Natalie, telling how he dreamed of fucking upside down, with the woman on the top, and how he had often wanted to fuck his long hard cock up between her huge ripe tits and cum all over her neck and chin. Natalie tried to explain her own visions, too, but she could say only so much. How could she tell her own husband that she lusted after her tenth and eleventh grade math students?

When the counseling seemed to fail them, Mark had hit on the idea of spending the summer in the country, away from the hassles of the big city. A guy he'd gone to college with was running a summer camp for boys near Lake Devonshire, and Mark decided to see if he and Natalie could be hired as counselors or teachers.