The time between booking our Yellowstone trip and actually going seemed like forever. Bill and I made checklists, checked them, rechecked them, and finally said enough! We were excited and made sure we had everything we needed well in advance. We didn't need to buy anything because we had plenty of camera equipment and spotting scopes. We'd been on trips like this before and knew what to bring. It was just the thrill of going to Yellowstone and having a competent guide who we knew guiding us that made it so exciting.

So, after the initial excitement, Bill and I settled back into our routine. I stayed in touch with Becky because I loved talking to her and hearing about her photographic trips. She'd bounce off itinerary ideas with me when she felt she needed to make a hard decision about our tour, despite my never having been to Yellowstone. I reminded her, and I knew she knew, but where we went would be guided more by the weather and animal sightings than anything else. I think she just liked talking with me and used feigned ignorance as an unspoken excuse. I have to admit I loved talking with her. Also, she was so different than the friends I already had. Becky was like a fresh breath of air, and her outlook on life was very stimulating.

As we talked, we became more comfortable with each other, both personally and as guide and tourist. I asked her about extending our time in Yellowstone since it was such a long drive for us. Bill and I had talked about getting there earlier and leaving later than we'd originally planned, but we were unsure about accommodations. Becky thought that was a great idea. We could explore more after she showed us around, and we could take our time and not be rushed. She'd see about extending our reservations at the hotel and getting the tour rate for us. I thanked her, and the next time we chatted, she'd made sure we could extend our stay at the tour rate. I told her how long we wanted to stay, and the next day, I received a text confirming our changes.

I don't recall exactly when, but our talks slowly became more personal and intimate. We deviated from wildlife, photography, and Yellowstone, and began talking about our everyday lives and our relationships with Bill and Rob.

At first, we didn't go into details, but we discussed more intimate moments in our lives, our feelings, and more personal aspects. We compared our men to each other, along with others we'd dated, which really wasn't fair. We had at least a fifteen-year gap between the two of us and grew up in two very different environments. But that didn't stop us as our conversations became more in-depth than the ones we had while at the Crane Festival. We were getting to know each other on a much deeper level, and at first, I was hesitant to reveal things, but Becky made me feel more and more at ease as we continued getting to know each other.

I discovered Becky was fairly new to long-term relationships, and she was really impressed with how Bill and I dealt with life's little issues. She and Rob were still working things out since they'd only been together for almost six months. I guess I was more like a mentor or maybe like an older sister for her in dealing with some of the rough spots they were experiencing, offering possible resolutions because Bill and I had similar experiences.

Most of our talks occurred on Friday or Saturday evenings. In the beginning, they didn't last too long, maybe an hour. However, as we got to know each other, they tended to stretch later into the night. Bill didn't seem to mind my late night talks with Becky as the weeks passed. Sometimes, he waited up for me because I hate to admit it, but at times, my talks with Becky got me aroused depending on the subject matter. It wasn't often and came about by pure chance, I thought.

Those types of talks didn't start until late March. I recall the first really intimate one was when Becky had asked if Bill had ever suffered from erectile dysfunction. It was something she seemed hesitant to talk about, but she didn't know who else she could confide in. Apparently, Rob has had that problem since last November. They'd tried talking about it, but it didn't do any good. Becky said she'd suggested he see a doctor, but his ego and his manliness were getting in the way. Becky was frustrated that Rob wasn't doing anything about it. She mentioned that they basically quit making love and were more like roommates. She couldn't see having a lasting relationship with him if there wasn't any sex.

This situation led to Becky masturbating frequently. When she mentioned that, I was embarrassed and thought about not talking to her anymore. But Becky has a way about her that gradually got me past my embarrassment to where we'd talk about what we do when our men don't satisfy us. I didn't feel she was coming to me or flirting; it was just two women talking about relationships. However, those were the talks that got me all wound up and seeking relief from Bill after Becky and I said goodnight.

After several of those nights of me coming to bed sexually charged, Bill sensed a pattern and asked what we talked about that made me so frisky. I told him the truth about Becky and Rob. We talked about them and wondered if my conversations with Becky should end or not. He thought we were getting a bit too personal, but it was up to me to end it or not. We discussed the fact we'd paid for our trip and the possibility of bowing out. Bill mentioned that we wouldn't get our deposit back because it was too close to the tour. I really didn't want to ghost Becky. I liked her. So, we decided to take a half step back and for me not to get involved in Becky and Rob's relationship.

It was a week after that talk and two weeks before our trip that Becky texted me and told me Rob had moved out and was moving back to his parent's house in California. She asked if we could Facetime that evening, and I replied that we could. She thanked me with hearts and lips emojis.

When I got home that evening, I was nervous. Bill was on a short business trip and wasn't due home until the next day. I was nervous and anxious, which was totally out of character for me. I figured Becky just wanted to vent, and I'd listen and try my best to console her. I knew Bill didn't really care for Rob, and I was neutral, but listening to Becky, I was sympathetic to her situation and would take her side if that's what she wanted.

My dinner that night was leftover takeout from the night before. I hate cooking for just me, so I splurged and got some dishes Bill doesn't care for. Figuring it was going to be a long night with Becky after I ate, I showered and changed into my night things: panties, no bra, and a kimono. I like kimonos for lounging when the weather warms up. They're comfortable and pretty. After changing, I decided to have a glass of wine to help calm me down. I still hadn't figured out why I was so anxious. I sort of thought this was like a 'first date,' which was weird. It would be the first time Bill wasn't home when Becky and I chatted, but I knew I'd tell him all about it. It was an odd feeling, almost like I was sneaking behind his back. However, after my glass of wine, I began to relax.

It was seven my time when Becky and I started our 'Zoom' talk. We opted for that rather than Facetime, so we didn't have to deal with our phones. Becky was an hour ahead of us and was dressed similarly to me in her evening lounging clothes. It was obvious she'd been crying; her eyes were red, and a box of tissues was close at hand, as was a half-filled glass of wine.

I greeted her, "Hello, Sweetie. I know you're hurting. I'm here for you to vent or whatever you need."

Becky smiled, replying, "Hi Cammie, you sweet lady, thank you. I don't know what I want to do or need to do. I've had a couple of glasses of wine, okay, three. I see you have some also. I feel better knowing we think a lot alike. Is that a new Kimono? It's lovely. Is Bill around? We may cry at some point. I don't want him thinking we're fighting or anything."

I smiled and said, "I'm on my second. I was a little anxious about this. I don't know why, and no, Bill is away for the evening. You have me all to yourself. Thanks for the Kimono compliment. It's not new, but it's very comfy. I wanted to be comfortable just in case we were here for longer than usual. You look adorable in your top. Is that a shirt or a robe?"

Becky blushed, then sighed. "Thank you, Cammie, for noticing. It's just an old comfy top I like to wear." She giggled, then said, "I wanted to be comfy too. Since Bill isn't around, we can talk as long you want to put up with me. We've talked about my situation, and I appreciate that. Now, I need to figure out what to do as a single girl. It's been some time since I've had to deal with it. I also realize you haven't been dating in like forever, and I'm jealous. I don't feel much like dating right away. I guess I'm sounding confused. I wish you were here so we could hug. I'm buzzed, horny, and frustrated with my life."

I listened and thought momentarily before I replied. "Becks, I would so love to hug you right now, long and tight, until you decide to release me. You're a sweetheart, and it's okay to be confused. You need to take a deep breath and calm yourself. You're a beautiful person, inside and out. You're smart, funny, and have the whole world to explore. This is Rob's problem, not yours. He's the one who wouldn't find a solution to his problem, not you, and that's all I'll say about him. You'll be fine, sweetie. We'll be there in a few weeks, and life will be so much better. Bill and I are very excited about seeing you again and taking lots of pictures."

Becky smiled and replied, "Mmm... I love those kinds of hugs, Cammie. Thank you." She reached for her wine glass, her top opened enough to expose one of her breasts. I tried to look away, but I could see her nipple was erect as she retrieved her glass. I did manage to look away, blushing as I did, grabbing my glass and taking a quick sip.

Turning back to the monitor, we sipped briefly together, not saying a word. I could feel my face flush as I swallowed. Becks noticed and asked, "Are you okay, Cammie? You're looking a little red. How many glasses did you say you had?" She was smiling as she adjusted her top, knowing she'd exposed herself to me.

I set my glass down and told her, "This is my second, silly. I had one with dinner, and I told you that already. So, how's the itinerary coming for our visit?"

Becky grinned, then said, "It's coming together. I have tentative places we'll visit, but it all depends on the weather and what animals are out and about, as we discussed. Umm, can I ask you a very personal question?"

I smiled as I replied, “Of course, ask away.”

Becky took a deep breath and then asked, "If you weren't happily married, would you date me?" I mean, if you were into girls."

I must have really looked surprised at that because before I could answer, Becky stopped me and said, "Sorry, you don't have to answer that. It was weird, I know. Umm, Do you guys have all of your camera stuff ready? Clothes packed?"

I paused for a second before answering, then said, "Yes, we're all packed and ready to go and have been for weeks. Sweetie, if I wasn't married and into girls, I would date you. We have so many common interests. But, I'm neither single nor into girls, sorry."

Becky sighed, “I figured as much. I've dated girls before but never a MILF like you. Sorry, I did it again.”

I laughed, "I'm a MILF? You flatter me, Becks. I've never considered myself in that way. Especially since I don't have kids."

Becky laughed and replied, "Well, okay, maybe not a MILF. How about a Cougar?"

When she asked that, she had a gleam in her eyes, and when she finished, she winked at me. I knew I was being teased or flirted with or both, so I went along with it.

I grinned and told her, "Yep, I'd be a Cougar, and you'd be my kitten. Is that the correct term? I am very naive about those things, Becks."

I think she liked what I said because I saw her shiver and smile. I patiently waited for a response as I took another sip of my wine.

When she did reply, Becky's voice took on a sultry tone as she said, "Yes, Cammie. I'd be your kitten. It's okay that you don't know those types of things. Why would you? You're straight and happily married." then she paused and our eyes locked. "Cammie, have you ever thought about women that way"?

My glass was nearly empty, so I excused myself to refill it before answering her. Becky had a wide grin as she replied with a hint of mischief in her voice, "Hurry back, Cammie Cougar."

On the way to the kitchen, I debated calling it a night. It was still early, but the way our conversation had switched gears, I wondered how far Becks would take it. I didn't mind her flirting with me. In fact, I felt good about it, and the feelings inside me were very lovely, also. I hadn't been flirted with in a very long time. It was nice that someone almost half my age found me attractive, even though I was married and not very receptive to a same-sex relationship, especially since I was happily married.

When I returned with my full glass, I could see Becks had refilled hers, and her top was more open and showing more cleavage. I announced I was back, which made Becks smile. She giggled when she told me she had hoped she hadn't frightened me away.

I laughed and told her it would take more than asking questions to do that. Besides, she was what I considered a best friend, and it would be rude to abandon her.

Then she asked again, "Cammie, have you ever thought of a woman sexually?" She bit her lower lip after asking me. Then she adjusted her position in her chair just enough to show quite a bit more of one breast. The fabric seemed to stay in place by her stiff nipple as she waited for my response, a huge grin on her face. She looked sexy as fuck, and surprisingly I felt a tingle between my legs. I hoped I didn't look aroused, but it was happening.

I replied with an honest answer, "I have, yes. But that was eons ago, and I shrugged it off. It's not something I dwell on, Becks. Bill is all I need, and I'm happy with my life."

When I finished, I took another sip of my wine and waited for a response. Becky grinned, "I've thought about you a lot. I think the wine is doing some of the talking now, but there have been a few nights when I masturbated and I thought of you. Is that too much? I'm sorry, not really."

Becky giggled, took a sip, then waited for me to respond. I was glad I wasn't sipping my wine when she said all of that. I took a deep breath, then replied, "Becks, I'm flattered, really. I am happily married and straight, and you know that. You're a very good flirter and very alluring, but it is what it is, sorry."

Becky replied, "I know, you keep telling me that. But I see you squirming now and then, and I have a feeling you're thinking about it, Cammie Cougar. I've also noticed your nipples are poking at that lovely Kimono since we started talking like this. I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." She finished with a wink and a sip of her wine. The look on her face was very self-assured, and it caught me off guard.

I replied, "I don't think so, Becks. I don't need to see your boobs. I'm sure they are lovely. But I think I'll pass. Can we change the subject, please? Have you been talking to the other couples?" Can you tell me about them?"

Becky grinned, "I'm making you very nervous, aren't I? Well, the other two couples are in their fifties and sixties. They've never been to Yellowstone and aren't as yummy as you and Bill are, Cammie. Oh, yes, I think Bill is yummy, too, but it's you that I dream about. Do you think he'd enjoy watching us together? I have a feeling he would, Missus Cougar. He could join in if he wanted. I haven't had a man in me, well, you know how long."

Becky was right; I was squirming, and the images of the three of us in bed making love flashed through my mind. I shuddered, knowing Bill would probably go for it if I wanted it to happen. Men are like that, well, straight men, at least from what I've heard. Bill has never been shy when I've asked if he thinks a woman is pretty. I like that he's honest and the fact that I've never caught him gawking at other women.

Becky sipped her wine in one hand while the other, which was not in view, moved her top to expose more of her breast. When I saw that, my eyes quickly looked over to that part of the screen and remained there long enough for Becky to notice.

I began to reply when Becky interrupted me, “So, here's a peek just for you, Cammie. I know you're curious.”

She slowly moved the top to the side and revealed her breast. It was perfect, and that's coming from a straight woman. It wasn't too big; it looked firm and perky like mine was so many years ago. I would say it was a bit larger than I expected from her slim figure. Her nipple was fully erect as she moved her free hand to circle it, touching it with the tip of her finger. My eyes were glued to the screen as she slowly moved her finger around her areola, over her nipple, then under her sweet orb. Then back to her nipple, pinching it as she smiled at me.

I was brought back to reality when Becky asked, “May I see yours, please, Cammie? I bet they're lovely and full, and your nipples are hard just like mine, I bet.”

Once more, I almost closed the screen and shut the computer off. But she was right. My nipples were hard, and I was definitely aroused, which really surprised me. I hesitated just enough that Becky coaxed me some more.

“I promise not to tell Bill if you don't want me to, Cammie. I bet they would feel better out in the open with your finger touching them, don't you agree? Here, I'll let you see both of mine.”

After she said that, Becky set her glass down and then proceeded to remove her top. Once more, I was enthralled. Yes, I've seen boobs before, millions of times, but the wine, the way Becks and I were talking, and the feelings stirring inside me, begged for more.

I was honest when I told her, “Gawd, you have lovely breasts, Becks. If I weren't straight.”

Becky laughed as she used both hands to play with herself. "You could play with them and still be straight, silly. You're curious now, and playing with my boobs wouldn't mean you're a lesbian. May I please see yours, my sweet Cammie? I like playing with girls boobs, and I'm not a lesbian."

I giggled and replied, "I'm your sweet Cammie now, huh? Well, I shouldn't do this, and no telling Bill. I'll do that when and if I feel I need to or want to, deal?"

Becky's smile was very mischievous when she replied, "Yes, you're my sweet Cammie. I've wanted to call you that since we first met. I promised I wouldn't tell, and I won't. I want you both to come back for more tours after our trip in May. So, yes, it's a deal."

I sighed as I sat up and got out of my chair to lower my Kimono. I turned the chair away from the screen so I could sit in it without showing off. It took me a few moments to compose myself, and then I turned back around to show Becky, the little vixen, my boobs. When she first saw them, Her eyes widened, and her jaw literally dropped.

Her hands dropped out of view. I guessed they went lower, between her legs, but I didn't ask. I was flattered to have such a reaction to my forty-something sagging boobs.

When Becky said, "God, I want to suckle you, Cammie. Do you like that? I mean, do you enjoy being suckled? I'd love to do whatever you like to your boobs. My God, they're amazing."

I blushed crimson, then replied, “I love being suckled. Tug on my nipples and play with them all you want, Becks.”

Then I caught myself and said, “Oh god, did I really say that?”

Becky laughed, "Yes, you did, and I'd do everything until you got tired of it. WOW! Can you tease your nipples for me, please?"

I replied, "Umm... Just for a second, okay?"

Becky smiled as she replied, “Umm.. Sure. Do you mind if I play with mine while you do the same?”

I blushed, then said, “Be my guest.”

I couldn't believe what we were doing. I told myself it had to be the wine. However, I watched as Beck's hand returned from under the table. I noticed my hands were trembling as I raised them to begin touching my own nipples. My guess that her other hand was still between her legs was a pretty good one. Her facial expressions as she pinched, tugged, and pulled her nipples were a dead giveaway. I had intended to only play with mine briefly, but watching Becky playing with hers and the feel of my own stiff nipples got me slightly carried away. It wasn't long before only one of my hands remained toying with my nipples. When Becky realized what I was doing, she smiled and licked her lips. Our eyes met as we continued our impromptu mutual masturbation session.

Nothing was said as we slowly brought ourselves closer and closer to climaxes. Our moans gave us away, but neither of us stopped or seemed to want to. I was feeling very lovely as I watched Becky and pretended it was her hand on my breasts and fingers between my legs. It was totally out of character for me to do something like that, but during those long, sweet minutes, I didn't care.

We continued looking at each other, closing our eyes, and then back to watching the screen. I imagined Becky was picturing me playing with her as I was doing the same with her playing with me. Becky seemed to time herself so we could get off together. I know my expressions gave her all the clues she needed to see how close I was. When I started to cum, Becky wasn't far behind. I've never masturbated in the office chair, and when I did, I was so scared I'd fall out that I almost fell backward in it despite it having swivels.

When we finished, I was red from embarrassment. Becky grinned at me, and the first words out of her mouth were, "God, Cammie. You are gorgeous. We HAVE to find time alone when you're here. I want you so badly. Bill can watch or join in, but I want you alone with me. Think about it, please. I won't do anything to make Bill suspect. It's all up to you. But I'm lusting after you now more than ever. Thank you, sweet Cammie."

I told her, "I have never done anything like that, Becks. I need to think about your offer. I'm feeling guilty already. It was yummy, but it's not something that will be easy for me. Please don't hate me."

Becky smiled, "I could never hate you, Cammie. I understand, and you know what I want. No pressure, despite what I said. I'll be professional while on the tour. Nobody will know we're more than friends. I hope I didn't come on too strong. This just seemed right for the moment, and thank you. It's getting late here, and I should clean up and get to bed. I have a tour to guide tomorrow very early."

I replied, "We're good Becks. I let you take me down that road, and I have no regrets. You'll be on my mind, and I'll let you know before we get there if I can spend time in your bed. Well, I do want to, but you know it's going to be complicated. Have a great day tomorrow, and I'll talk to you tomorrow night. I need to clean up here, also, sweetie. Sleep well, and sweet dreams."

We each kissed our fingers and placed them on the screen to say goodbye. I didn't think about it at the time, but the fingers I kissed were coated with my juices. I didn't say anything to Becks about that, but I shut down the computer with the hand that was playing with my nipples. It wasn't the first time I'd tasted myself. I'd done that many times on Bill's lips after he'd gone down on me. After realizing what I'd done, I sampled them once more, licking my fingers as if they were a popsicle. My taste buds were pleasantly surprised with what they discovered. This was different, or at least I thought it was, caused by Becky, and I liked it. Then, for some reason, my mind wondered if Becks tasted just as sweet or maybe more so.

I shivered at that thought, then cleaned up the chair, wiped down anything I might have touched with my wet fingers, and then headed to bed. In bed, my thoughts drifted back to Beck's pert and lovely breasts, wondering what they'd feel like in my mouth. I also wondered if she did indeed taste sweet and how she groomed herself down there.

Before dropping off to sleep, I had to laugh at myself for thinking about the things that floated through my mind. I'd never had thoughts like those regarding another female, and now I couldn't get them out of my mind. I was sure I'd be debating that stuff until we went to Yellowstone and maybe even after that. I knew I had to tell Bill. I just didn't know if I should tell him everything or just parts. Then how would I suggest to him that Becks wouldn't mind a threesome with us, and how do I explain how that topic came up? Needless to say, it took me longer than it should have to fall asleep, but I was feeling yummy after my climax, and that probably made it shorter than it would have been with only guilty feelings.