Before I get to the heart of my story, let me give you a bit of background information. I met my husband, Bill, in college right after he was honorably discharged from the Navy. He was completing his general education courses but didn't know what he was going to major in. I was an art major with a business minor. I was just nineteen, and Bill was twenty-two when we met in a film photography class. I was learning how to develop and print images while he was taking an elective. It was a throwback type of class since we're now in the digital age. But I've been interested in photography since my grandfather gave me my first camera when I was twelve. He'd recently passed, and I thought it would be a good way to keep his memory alive.
I'm more artistic than Bill and tend to think with my right brain, while he thinks more with his left. He thinks in boxes and straight lines, while I imagine more curves and undulations. We hit it off because I liked to critique his work, which I think made him a much better photographer. We'd tease each other about our subject matter; his were more were mainly animals and landscapes, while mine were more artsy and 'out there' as he liked to call them. We discovered we had other common interests and started dating. After earning our degrees, his in finance and mine in art and business, we took the plunge and got married.
During our twenty-two years together, we've traveled quite a bit. Europe, Central America, Canada, and many National parks in the Western United States. He's slowly gotten me to share his passion for the outdoors. While I've helped him develop an appreciation for the classical arts and music. We both run, workout, and enjoy being physically active. You could say we're a match made in heaven, and neither of us would argue with you.
A couple of years ago, for our twentieth wedding anniversary, we decided to do a photography trip to New Mexico. We'd never been to the Southwest, so we decided to find someplace there as our destination. We had plenty of vacation time, and December was fairly slow at work for the two of us.
The New Mexico destination came about because I was in several photography groups on social media. I heard about the Sandhill Crane Festival at Bosque Del Apache National Wildlife Refuge through one of those groups. The Festival was in early December. We live in Oregon, so we'd get out of the rain and into the freezing cold for the trip, but we figured it would be a challenge and fun.
We booked a flight to Albuquerque, rented a small motor home, drove South to Socorro, and camped out at a tiny RV resort down the road from the refuge that one of the group members had recommended. The weather was definitely cold; we got an inch of snow on the first day, but it didn't deter us from driving the short distance to the refuge and taking pictures. It was a great day despite the cold. I think combined, we took around three hundred pictures, not all keepers, thanks to digital photography. I also did some film photography, mainly black and white artsy stuff.
When we returned to the RV park that first day, we met our neighbors. They were a young couple in a travel trailer, and they were setting up when we arrived. We greeted them and hooked our rental back up to the electricity as they finished with theirs. As this was taking place, a flock of Sandhill Cranes landed on the west end of the property. They began feeding as the four of us dropped what we were doing to grab our cameras and tripods to get some shots.
We stealthily moved towards the flock, spreading out as we neared them. The birds didn't seem to mind our presence and kept feeding. They'd call out now and then, which was a strange and beautiful cry. We talked about them as we took our pictures, marveling at how graceful and pretty they were. The four of us took quite a few pictures before heading back to finish hooking up our RVs.
The other couple returned shortly after we did and, after putting their equipment away, came over to chat. Since both our RVs were on the small side, and it was very cold out, we opted to talk in the little clubhouse on the property. There, we sat around a warm fireplace, sipped hot beverages, and got to know each other a bit better.
Rob and Becky were both avid photographers. Rob was close to Bill's height, around six feet tall. Slim and bearded, his hair up in a man-bun. Becky was maybe five-four, with long, wavy brunette hair, dark complexion, and lovely brown eyes. She had an infectious smile and was very outgoing, the complete opposite of Rob. As we chatted, I discovered Becky was in one of the online groups that I frequent, and we recognized each other from some of the postings. That led to her and I discussing the group as Rob and Bill talked.
Bill later told me he discovered he and Rob didn't have much in common, so they mainly talked about Becky, me, and the Crane Festival. My talk with Becky was more animated and full of giggles. We seemed to hit it off as if we'd known each other for years.
As we talked, I noticed after a long silence and staring into his coffee cup, Rob excused himself and headed back to their trailer. Bill soon followed, going back to our RV after listening to us chat about a couple of our group members. After another thirty minutes or so, I excused myself and returned to the comfort of our little RV as Becky accompanied me to hers. I was absolutely giddy. When I returned and started talking to Bill, all I could talk about was Becky and her photography. I'd discovered Becky was a wildlife photographer and guide based in West Yellowstone, Montana. It was something she didn't talk about in the online groups because people tend to want free advice, and it can be very annoying. But she showed me her company's website along with her own. She'd been to the Crane Festival before and suggested a few places at the refuge where we could get really good pictures. That made my day, so while eating dinner, Bill and I planned out the next day's shoot.
During the rest of the Festival, we ran into Becky and Rob frequently, out in the refuge and, naturally, back at camp. Becky and I would sit in the clubhouse and compare pictures while Rob stayed in their trailer. Bill would join us and listen to us intermittently, read some, or go over our pictures on his laptop, and relax. We did have dinner with them in Socorro, which was nice. Bill and Rob pretty much just ate and listened to Becky and me gab. I felt a little sorry for them, but at least they were friendly towards each other and did comment now and then. By the end of the Festival, Becky and I were BFFs and had exchanged cell numbers. Life was good.
When the Festival was over, we said our goodbyes to Rob and Becky, drove back to Albuquerque and then flew home. The trip provided Bill and me with a new perspective on photography, some excellent pictures, along with great memories and newfound friends. Well, at least Becky and I were friends.
Becky and I continued texting and even FaceTiming as the weeks went by. In late February, Becky mentioned to me that she was guiding a photography wildlife trip in Yellowstone Park in mid-May and was wondering if we wanted to join her. The trip was limited to three couples. But one couple had bowed out, so there was an opening. The company had a waiting list, but Becky had placed our names on it due to talks we had the previous December. However, she needed confirmation from us, along with a deposit, within a couple of days. If we didn't want to go, they'd go to the next couple in line.
I told Bill and practically begged him to say 'yes,' but he was hesitant. We'd talked about going to Yellowstone several times, but this was short notice. He told me he'd think about it because we had a day or so to discuss it. He didn't tell me right away, but inside, I knew he was ecstatic and was probably willing to send a deposit for the trip right then. However, he and I have a little game we play when one of us wants something, and the other is hesitant. He wanted to play this one out to see what I would do to get what I wanted.
The next day, I was persistent, justifying the trip to him. I'd text him pictures of Yellowstone, Grizzly Bears, Elk, Bison, Wolves, and Big Horn Sheep. Each time, I captioned the picture that we could be there taking those pictures. He didn't reply, which frustrated me even more.
That night, he relented. After our usual dinner and talking about our day, we sat on the sofa, watched a bit of television, and then called it a night. Bill goes to bed about thirty minutes before I do. He gets up earlier also and has coffee waiting for me before we head off to work.
Bill was lying in bed reading when I came to get ready for bed. Normally, I wear only my panties and maybe a T-shirt for bedtime. However, when I want something that he's leery about, I wear nothing or some lingerie and use sex to get my way. Something Bill has never complained about, and my batting average is close to one thousand.
Bill immediately put his book down as I walked to our bathroom, giving him a little ass wiggle as I did. When I returned, I was nude. I fluttered about our bedroom, doing little things to put myself in sexy poses for him. I pretended to drop something, then bent over and looked back at him to be sure he was watching. It's really silly, but I noticed a rise in the covers from my little exhibition.
After I slipped into bed and he turned out the light, the real fun began. I snuggled next to him, whispering in his ear how much fun it would be fun to see Grizzly Bears, Bison, Mountain Goats, and other wildlife while my hand slipped inside his boxers and began toying with semi-erect dick.
My whispers soon turned to soft kisses against Bill's neck, licks, and more talk about how much fun we'd have. His flaccid member soon sprang to life with my touch. I could tell his mind was beginning to turn to mush as I continued promoting the trip while giving him a handjob. He didn't say anything as I went down his body, kissing, licking, and asking if he liked what I was doing. I promised my virile husband more shows if we went on the trip; I mentioned I might buy some new lingerie if he agreed to go. However, there was no response. When I threw the covers back and moved between his legs to kiss and lick him, I think he almost said yes. We both can be a tease at times, but we also enjoy how we persuade each other in this little game.
I had a feeling he was going to say 'yes' as my head bobbed up and down his shaft while my fingernails teased his balls. I paused intermittently, asking him if he wanted to book the tour. He'd stammer and moan, then mumble, maybe. Then I'd go back to giving him head and change what I was doing. I briefly thought about biting him, but that would get us nowhere and definitely cause problems.
I swirled my tongue around him, then ran it up and down his shaft, engulfed him, and then asked again. We continued like this, teasing each other until I'd had enough and wanted an answer. I stopped toying with him and used the tip of my tongue on the head of his penis while my fingernails danced up and down on his swollen member.
He held out as long as he could, but this was just too much, and he had to cum. When he did, I swallowed every single drop of his goo, then proceeded to lick him clean. It's not the tastiest thing I've ever had, but he enjoys it when I do it, and I get what I want.
When he was sated and slowly shrinking, I asked once more if we could go. Bill hesitated as he caught his breath, and I moved up next to him. I snuggled against him, waiting for an answer. I knew this was the point that if he said no, I'd tell him I'd go alone, and we'd probably do this again until he acquiesced.
When he could speak and before turning to face me, Bill told me to go ahead and let Becky know we'd go and to send her the deposit on the vacation credit card. He added that we needed to make sure of the dates so we could get time off from work.
I giggled and whispered, "You were going to say yes, weren't you? You just wanted a blowjob first."
He grinned as he said, "Well, duh! I like to see you squirm now and then, sweetheart."
I replied, "You're a brat sometimes, but I love you. We do like playing that game, don't we? I'll go ahead and text Becks in the morning."
Then he said, “Yes, we do. It kinda spices up our sex life now and then. Oh, she's 'Becks' now, huh?”
I replied, “Yes, and I'm Cammie.”
His response was to kiss my forehead and let me know I was too cute. Then, he paused and looked into my eyes. He told me he loved me, then lowered his face and started kissing my lips. He became more passionate as we continued making out. As we continued, I wrapped my arms around him after he moved on top of me. We spent a long time kissing, and in between kisses, I whispered that he didn't have to do this. He told me he knew that, but he wanted to anyway, and if I really wanted him to stop, he would.
I grinned and told him he better not. Bill politely replied, "Yes, ma'am," and then continued kissing and licking his way down my body. Bill likes telling me how amazing my body is. I'm five feet ten and in great shape, thanks to our active lifestyle. I still wear my strawberry blonde hair below my shoulders and trim that sweet area between my legs into a tight triangle, pointing to the promised land.
In our early years, I was patient with Bill, guiding him to please me down there. At times, he'd get overly excited and go too fast for me. That's when I'd slow him down verbally and tell him exactly what I wanted. It was never an order or command, more like a suggestion. He was good at following my suggestions, and I love him for that.
That night, Bill took his time licking and kissing down me as I squirmed, letting him know how good I felt. When he moved down to my breasts, he suckled each one as his hand massaged the other. He'd switch from time to time and vary his attention from my entire breast to only my nipple. My loving husband would take turns playing with each nipple as I lay back, enjoying his efforts. He does tend to spend too much time now and then playing with my beautiful orbs, as he calls them. I love the attention, and I get so wet at times that I'm able to climax with only that. That night wasn't about my breasts as I softly nudged his head down to get to the best part.
Since the covers were already on the floor, Bill moved down me without encumbrances, moving back and forth over me, kissing and licking ever so slowly.
When he was licking my belly button, I nudged his side with my leg to let him know it was time to get busy. He knew that was my hint for him to move between my legs. He moved further down and briefly teased me by licking everything but my vagina. That got a terse reprimand, which made him look up and smile like a misbehaving child.
I returned his look with a scowl, but Bill knew I was playing with him. He smiled and then moved between my thighs to kiss and suck on my labia. My reaction was brief and reassuring, "Oh god, yes, Bill! Right there."
I gently grasped his head and held him in place as he continued making love to me. His tongue danced around, in and out of my vagina, just like I like it. I told Bill I loved what he was doing to me, which kept him going. My sweet husband continued varying the way his tongue stimulated me, getting me closer to an intense climax. Bill loves hearing and feeling my reactions as much as I do when we please each other. So, I kept talking to him and praising his efforts because he was making me feel wonderful.
As I squirmed and cooed, my sweet husband slipped his hand under me, easing a finger in to join his tongue, which was toying with my swollen clit. I think my words were indistinguishable as my hips rose, allowing Bill to get deeper with his finger. That sweet man continued circling my nubbin with the tip of his tongue while finger fucking me, knowing it was one of my favorite ways to climax.
We continued like this longer than usual; my moans and encouragement filled the room, along with that sweet aroma of sex. When I told Bill I was close, he backed off a bit to lengthen my climax and tease me one last time. When I playfully scolded him, he returned to concentrating on what I loved, and soon, I reached another amazing orgasm.
Sometimes, I can be very physical when I climax; this time, I was no exception. I thrashed about the bed, swore several times, and eventually collapsed, moaning and panting, waiting for my lover to extract himself and rejoin me to snuggle.
When he did, we kissed, then lay quietly, listening to each other breathe. When my orgasm subsided, I whispered that I loved him more than anything in this world. He responded with the same sentiment, and we kissed again before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The following evening, when he got home from work, I was busy at the kitchen table, looking at pictures of Yellowstone and making notes about the animals we could see and where they were likely to be found. When he looked over my shoulder, I turned to kiss him hello.
Then he asked, “What's for dinner?”
I grinned, then returned to my browsing, as I replied, “Whatever you feel like making or having delivered.”
Bill laughed and said, “How about Bison burgers?"
I sighed, "Oh, you. I took out some pork chops, and they're thawed. You can grill them when you're ready, and I'll do the sides."
Our conversation continued; I told him I sent in the deposit and put in for time off from work. He said he did the same. We talked a bit about our days at work, then I closed my laptop, and we headed to the shower. Our conversation while showering was all about Yellowstone. We were both excited about our new adventure and couldn't wait for May to get here.
