The morning after our little tryst, I woke to the soft sounds of Becky moaning. I rolled over only to discover the bed was empty, and the sounds I heard were coming from the bathroom. I looked around and noticed two coffee cups on the little table in the room, then quietly tiptoed to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, so I peeked in to see what was going on.

I smiled as I watched my loving husband taking Becky from behind as she leaned over the toilet, hands against the wall to steady herself. Bill was fucking her slowly as she quietly whispered how good he felt inside her. Seeing them got my heart racing and prompted my fingers to slip between my legs as I enjoyed the show. I didn't want to disturb them and ruin Bill's erection and Becky's pleasure, so I placed my free hand over my mouth to prevent any sounds from my own pleasure.

My assumption was that Bill had gotten up first since he's an early riser. He must have made coffee in the little single-serve pot on the dresser. Becky must have woken up also, and not wanting to disturb me, they had coffee together. I also guessed that Becky initiated their little lovemaking session and moved to the bathroom either to shower together or because they wanted to let me sleep as they fucked.

Regardless, Becky was getting another good fucking, which was something she'd been lacking the past six months, and Bill was expanding his horizons with her by taking her from behind like that, which I'd benefit from later on. I was having a great time with this situation and knew that once we were back home, we'd have new positions to explore together.

Becky must have been getting close because her moans and the ferocity when she pushed back against Bill were becoming more intense. She even started vocalizing more and a bit louder as Bill held her by the hips and pulled her into him. I could tell he was in as deep as that position allowed. I've never watched porn, but I can see now why people enjoy it. The two of them looked so hot as my finger concentrated on my clit, and my knees began to weaken.

As Becky's voice grew louder, I hoped that if there was someone next door, they were already out touring and not listening to her.

I was close to cumming as I watched them, Becky was even closer, and I was surprised once more that Bill lasted as long as he had. Just before Becky reached her climax, she asked my hubby to slow down. Bill eased up as Becky moved slightly so his penis concentrated on her 'G' spot. Another minute or so, my BFF shuddered as my husband steadied her, and she reached that delightful apex. Becky managed to compliment Bill as she caught her breath, telling him that I was a very lucky woman and he was a very capable lover. I noticed him blushing as he thanked her and complimented her as well, praising her tight, sweet body.

Since they were so quiet, the sound of my moans and fingering became obvious. They looked towards the bathroom door, and Bill spied me in my moment of self-pleasure. He asked if I'd enjoyed the show, and Becky giggled, telling him she thought I did because it looked like I was close to my cumming. I blushed and stumbled to the bed to finish myself off. Becks followed, lying next to me to help me achieve another orgasm.

I noticed Bill standing in the bathroom doorway, smiling. His once rock-hard dick slowly deflated as he watched us kiss while Becky's hand slipped over mine, joining it. Her hand replaced mine as I used both arms to pull her closer to me for more passionate kissing.

Bill mentioned he'd be in the shower since it wasn't big enough for all three of us and for us to have fun. Becky and I heard what he said, but we were too busy to respond. He shut the door as we continued making out, and Becky kept fingering me. After our very passionate good morning kiss, Becks moved down me as she suggested I drape my legs over the bed. I complied as she knelt down, spreading my them and then moving in to feast on my juices.

Her tongue went right to work as her hands massaged my inner thighs. After a few moments, Becky remembered how I reacted to my rosebud being stimulated, placed her finger over it, and started rubbing. My senses seemed to go into hyperdrive as her tongue toyed with my clit, and her finger eased itself into me.

It didn't take much to get me to the edge. Becky knew I was close and started taking me to the edge and back again. I kept asking her to let me cum, but that naughty little vixen kept me going until we heard Bill finish his shower. Just before he opened the bathroom door, Becky took me all the way and let me climax.

I think she must enjoy watching me squirm and beg, and she's good at it. I didn't complain at all because the orgasms she gave me were stupendous. It made me wonder if she had a little bit of a domme streak in her, and it needed fulfillment at times. Not that I'm submissive, but she does make it enjoyable when she does take that kind of control.

Becky and I were cuddling and kissing when Bill exited the bathroom. He mentioned there were still three dry towels for us and that he was going to hang the 'Do Not Disturb' sign out just in case room service was early.

My sweet Becks and I broke our embrace, extracting ourselves from the bed. I thanked Bill for being so sweet and leaving us clean towels. Becky giggled, commenting that we were just too cute. Bill blushed as we each kissed him in turn, then headed to use the bathroom and shower.

The shower definitely wasn't large enough for the three of us, but Becks and I managed to fit in it nicely. We soaked ourselves down, then took turns washing each other's hair. There's just something sensual and erotic about being in the shower with another woman and taking care of each other. By that, I mean washing hair, talking, and cleaning each other's bodies. It's such an intimate experience, not unlike when Bill and I shower together. The way we took our time not worrying about running out of hot water made the whole experience one I'll never forget and hope to repeat someday.

We did manage to get ourselves aroused once more by rubbing our soapy, slick bodies together. We started with Becky facing me. She'd press herself against me, bend down, and slowly move up me, kissing me when she stood up. She repeated that several times until I almost lost my balance due to weakness in my knees. Luckily, Becky caught me pressing her breasts against mine. Oh my god! When she swayed back and forth, and our nipples brushed each other, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The sensations for both of us were beyond amazing. When Becky stepped back and began suckling me, I held her face to me and told her how much I loved it.

She looked up at me and said, “I'm so glad you do, mommy.”

I was shocked. Becky saw my reaction and immediately apologized. I told her it was fine. I wasn't prepared for it. We talked about it as we finished rinsing off, with Becky explaining that she was just testing to see my reaction. I told her I knew we weren't related that way, but it still seemed dirty and not erotic to me. Once more, she said she was sorry, and she'd never do that again. We kissed, and I thanked her for pushing my boundaries, but that was crossing the line, and all was forgiven. With that little bit of drama out of the way, we stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. Since Becky hadn't brought an overnight bag with a change of clothes, I let her use a pair of my panties.

When Becks and I finished dressing, the three of us sat on the bed and talked about breakfast and what we were going to do for the rest of the day. The room really needed to be cleaned up, and we needed fresh towels. Becky suggested she go to her place so she could change, then meet us for breakfast, and we could go from there. Bill and I thought it was a great idea. So, our lover headed back to her place to change while Bill and I took a stroll around West Yellowstone and then met her for a nice breakfast.

During breakfast, we limited our conversation to what we were going to do during the rest of the day. Bill wanted to venture back into the park and take more wildlife pictures. I was leaning that way also because I was tired. I mean, worn out. I loved the intimacy we shared, but we'd had more sex in one night than Bill and I'd had in the two weeks prior to our trip. Becky suggested we head into the park and do our sightseeing. She was going to go back to her place, do laundry, and take a nap. We all laughed when she said that, glad that we weren't the only ones who needed a break.

We finished breakfast, and Bill paid. Then we both hugged Becky goodbye and went back to our room to get our equipment and supplies for a day trip. Thankfully, room service hadn't gotten to our room yet. Bill noticed the 'do not disturb' sign was still on the door, so he removed it. We saw the housekeeping cart at the other end of the hall and felt good that we hadn't missed our room being serviced.

Bill and I decided to head back to Old Faithful and take a few more pictures at different angles. We took our time stopping at the Mud Pots, Prismatic, and a couple of the trailheads we didn't notice while we were touring with the group. It was nice, just the two of us out being together and taking pictures and talking.

As you would expect, we mainly talked about our time with Becky. We both mentioned we were surprised at how sexual she was and pretty much insatiable. Bill joked that it was good there were two of us because he felt only one wouldn't have been enough for her. I agreed and kept quiet about the fact that I wouldn't have minded being alone with her for that length of time. There were things Becky had mentioned when he couldn't hear that she'd love to try with me. My curiosity was piqued, and I wanted to explore more with her. However, we did this as a couple, and that's the way it should stay.

We had a late lunch at the Old Faithful Snow Lodge Geyser Grill. It was nice, but a little too crowded for us. On the drive back, we stopped now and then to take more pictures and talked about Becky some more. I told Bill I felt like inviting her to our place if she were ever in the area. He quipped that we'd need to take a week's vacation time each to entertain her, depending on how long she was going to stay. I laughed and asked if he was okay with the invite. He said he was, and I thanked him, then told him I loved him.

When we were back in cell coverage, I texted Becky and told her we were back. She called instead of texting, wanting to know what we saw because she had another tour starting the following day. I told of a few of the animals and suggested we get together for dinner again. She was all for that, so when we returned to our freshly cleaned room, Bill and I showered and then napped until it was time for dinner.

We walked to the restaurant and found Becky chatting with the hostess, a lovely young woman around Becky's age. Candace was all smiles as she led us to our table and left menus for us. After she left, I asked Becky if they were friends. She blushed and looked around to see if anyone was watching, then replied, "Not yet. She knows of me, but we've never hung out or anything. She's not a local, and I invited her to go on a tour as my guest when she had a day off. I gave her my virtual card, so we'll see."

Bill and I smiled, and I wished her luck with her new 'friend.'

Our waitress arrived and took our drink order, then scurried off to get it. We talked about our day and what we saw. Becky said she got all her laundry done and took a nice nap. She also got her work things done prior to the arrival of a new group tomorrow.

We sipped our drinks and continued our small talk. Candace stopped by to check on us, and we told her we were fine. Our dinner arrived, and we ordered another round of drinks, talked, ate, and had a great time. Candace stopped by again and slipped Becky a note. We didn't ask, but after Becky read it, she smiled.

Our dinner was fabulous, as was the company. The three of us debated heading back to our room for another night of debauchery. Bill was on the fence about it only because we had to drive the following morning, and he didn't want to be sleepy. Becky asked if she and I could go back to her place for a nightcap, and Bill didn't have a problem with that.

So we kissed Bill goodnight, and Becky thanked him once more for being sweet and very sexy. I thought Bill was going to change his mind about going to bed and sleeping, but he didn't and wished Becky well. He also suggested she come to visit us sometime, which sort of irked me because I wanted to invite her. Regardless, the invitation was extended, and Becky accepted, but it would be in the Winter when the Yellowstone tour season was in Winter mode. She told us she'd stay in contact with us because she really liked us as friends as well as lovers.

With that done, Becks and I walked to her apartment, talking and giggling as Bill went back to our room. When Becky closed the door to her place, she immediately grabbed me and began kissing me. I guess she'd gotten enough rest, and her batteries were recharged.

We hurriedly undressed each other and then flopped down on her bed, kissing as our bodies entwined. When we paused, we were out of breath and smiling. That's when Becks slid off the bed, opened her nightstand drawer, and pulled out her toy. It was long, blue, and oddly shaped, in my opinion. Becky held it in one hand, showing it off to me. I hadn't had a chance to look up 'feeldoe,' but thanks to keywords, I recalled what the name was.

Becky explained its function as if she were selling it on late-night television. She did the finger sweeps, showing off its features. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. She was so cute. But it all made sense. Becks suggested she give, and I received, since she had a little more experience with it than I did. I giggled and told her that was my thought, also. She smiled and asked if I wanted to help her 'lube it up .'I agreed and was taken aback when she started dribbling her saliva on it. I asked if she had lube for it, and Becky replied she did, but it was really old, and she didn't want to use it. So, I smiled, then stood and joined her, dripping my saliva on it also. It was another strange and intimate moment with her, somewhat erotic and yet weird. When Becks thought it was lubed enough, she asked me what position I'd like to be in. Not really knowing anything about the best positions, I suggested the missionary.

Becky was okay with that, so I lay back on the bed and waited for her, watching with great interest as she carefully slipped the giving end into herself and checked to be sure it felt right. Becky looked strangely sexy with that strapless toy between her legs, and I hoped it worked as well as Becky said during her sales spiel.

My sweet girl eased herself onto the bed, a wicked grin on her face. I smiled back at her, opening my legs so she could move between them. Becky looked down at my vagina and commented, "You're so pretty, Cammie. I'll go slow, and we'll see how you like this."

I thanked her as I waited for her to slowly slip the toy into me. Becks teased my labia with the tip of it, enjoying my moans as she traced my lips. She had barely inserted the tip between them, and since the toy was well lubricated from our saliva and I was very aroused when she pressed it into me, it easily slipped in. I gasped and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the fake penis as it filled me.

Becky asked how it felt, and I groggily replied that I liked it so far. She giggled, replying that she was glad, and began gently working it back and forth. Becky gradually became more enthusiastic with her thrusts after discovering the best position for her stimulation as well as mine. The toy felt good in me, and watching Becky's expressions and her body movements added to my arousal and delight.

I don't want to diminish Bill's prowess, but Becky had better skills with the toy than my loving husband had with his penis. Her endurance was quite a bit better, and the words she spoke as she fucked me added to our mutual satisfaction. I responded to her with encouragement, along with a few expletives, repeating things she said.

Becky kept her eyes focused on mine, and when she noticed my expression intensify, she asked how close I was. I told her I was on the edge, which made her smile and move so the sensations in her caught up to mine. When I told her I was there, Becky backed off until she was close also, then moved her body so we came close to a mutual and VERY satisfying climax together.

Despite my thrashing about the bed, Becky was able to keep the toy in us both as she shuddered, enjoying the sensations she'd created for the two of us. Her brow had tiny sweat beads from her workout, and when she finally settled down and eased our little friend from me, and then from herself. Becky settled next to me, smiling. I used my index finger to gently brush back a few stray strands of hair from her face, then kissed those minute droplets from her brow.

We snuggled together, gradually catching our collective breaths and telling each other how wonderful the past couple of days had been. I almost told her I loved her, but knew it wasn't really love that I had for her. I loved Bill and lusted after my young lover.

As we talked, I reminded her of the invitation to visit. She kissed me again and said she would definitely try. We reached a point where no more words were spoken, just basking in the glow of our lovemaking and the comfort of our bodies snuggled together. I almost fell asleep in her arms, but remembered I had to get back to Bill in our room.

I reluctantly got out of bed, and Becky watched me dress with tears welling in her pretty eyes. I was on the verge of crying also, but I held back and told Becky I hated to leave her and that we'd better stay in touch or there would be hell to pay.

She laughed as she got out of bed and came over to hug me goodbye. We hugged and kissed longer than we should have, and then she offered to walk me back to the hotel. I told her I was fine and thanked her as we walked to her door and said our final goodbye. I heard her door close behind me, along with the faint sound of her sobbing as I stood outside her door, collecting myself. After taking a deep breath and composing myself, I walked the short distance back to the hotel and my sleeping husband.

Before getting into bed, I showered and had a good cry. When I entered the bed, Bill rolled over and pulled me to him. He whispered that he loved me, and I began crying again. He held me as I blubbered, whispering we'd be fine and that he was glad we made the trip.

Through my tears, I told him I knew we'd be okay and thanked him for indulging me. We stayed like that, slowly falling asleep in each other's arms. He reminded me he'd do anything and everything to make me happy. I was the love of his life, and that would never change.

The next thing I knew, Bill was up showering, and the aroma of coffee brewing filled the room. I joined him in the shower, and we washed each other and made love. After dressing and finishing up packing, we took our luggage to the car and then went out to breakfast.

The drive home seemed longer than the drive to Yellowstone. We talked about what we did with Becky, the animals we saw, and the possibility of returning. We also discussed whether we were going to have another woman in our bed at some point. I told Bill that Becky was the only one I'd ever been interested in and that I didn't foresee anyone but her being with us. He said he was fine with that and he loved me.

We made love both nights on the drive home. We tried a couple of things that Becky introduced us to, and they were very yummy. I hoped we'd continue being a bit more creative in our lovemaking, and Bill said he'd like to continue, too.

When we returned home, we sorted our pictures, had some prints made and framed, hung them on the walls, and replaced some existing pictures. Becky and I continued texting and calling, keeping each other updated on our lives. She did take Candace on one of her tours and then a private tour through the park. Becky discovered Candace was a little curious about same-sex relationships, and Becky happily let her discover how wonderful they can be. When the Summer was over, and West Yellowstone shut down, Becky followed Candace when she moved back to Utah. They lived together for a few months, but it didn't last beyond that.

Becky didn't come to visit us, but we made plans for the following Spring to tour the Grand Tetons and revisit Yellowstone. I told Becky we'd see her again, and she was as thrilled as we were. We're now counting down the days until we leave, anxious to see our sweet lover once more.