The next morning, I felt relaxed and invigorated. My time at work seemed to fly by, with thoughts of Becky streaming through my mind. The tingle I felt most of the day reminded me of when Bill and I first started making love to each other. I couldn't wait until we were alone again and were intimate. I know it's bad, but these were feelings I'd never had for another woman. It scared and enthralled me at the same time.
I didn't hear from or see Bill until I arrived home from work. He'd gotten home just after lunch, unpacked, showered, relaxed, and was making dinner for us when I walked in the door. We kissed hello; then he poured a glass of wine for me as he went back to cooking. I thanked him, then took my glass and went to shower and change into something more comfortable. I didn't ask what he was making, but it must have been a good trip because if it hadn't been, he wouldn't have been making our meal; we'd be ordering out. It smelled good, whatever it was, so my shower didn't last too long.
After I showered, changed, and put a dent into my first glass of wine, I was relaxed and anxious to see and taste what he had made for dinner. My sweet husband didn't disappoint, and when I saw what he was making, I was impressed. He'd stopped by the local seafood shop and gotten a nice Salmon fillet. Bill paired it with fennel, citrus, and chiles, and it smelled and looked divine.
He said he saw the recipe in the in-flight magazine, kept the magazine, and decided to try it. It turned out fantastic, and I was glad he got the inspiration. We needed a bit more variety in our meals, and I hoped this would carry over into other aspects of our lives. During dinner, we talked about his trip and my normal time at work. After dinner, we settled on the sofa to relax and read. I finished the current chapter I was on in my book, then waited for Bill to get to a good place to stop so we could talk some more.
I prefer having serious talks about things we'd probably not see eye to eye on in the shower. It's very difficult to get mad at someone when you're naked together and soaping each other off. But I needed to get my thoughts out in the open. I eased our conversation about Becky and her situation. I told Bill that Rob had left Becky, but didn't say why. At first, he said he was sorry Rob had left Becky. Then I laughed when he said he was glad that Rob left and that Rob was a putz, but he was still sorry for Becky.
I mentioned Becky, and I had a long chat online and started giving him some of the details. I told him she was very lonely and didn't want to go back to dating. He could see that it made sense. Dating, especially in a small town like West Yellowstone, would be problematic.
Then I dropped the bomb. I asked if he ever considered having another woman in our bed. He looked at me like I was stupid. Then it dawned on him, and he asked, “Becky wants to sleep with us both?”
I nodded and replied, "She suggested it. She hasn't had sex for a very long time, thanks to Rob and a small problem he had. She misses someone being inside her, if you get my drift. I told her I'd run it by you and see what you thought."
Bill's facial expression was priceless. He was confused and excited at the same time. He replied, "You'd be okay with this? Does she want us both? When did you start looking at women? I mean, yes, two gorgeous women in bed with me. I'd be stupid to say no. But you're straight, right? Why would you do this?"
I paused, then said, "I've never thought about women that way until I met her, sweetheart. I consider Becky my best friend after you. I'd do anything for you, you know that. I was as shocked as you are. She'd been drinking, and it just came out. I didn't say yes or no when she mentioned it, but I told her I'd talk to you about it. We don't have to do it, Bill. I told her I'd float the idea by you and see what you thought. Honestly, I've never looked at another woman as a sexual partner because I am straight, and I'm in love with you. I guess you could rationalize it as being surrogate lovers for her for a couple of nights. It's like having a baby for another woman, but less expensive and, who knows, maybe more pleasurable. She'd been drinking a bit, so I don't know if she was totally serious. I've thought about it some, and it would be different. I'm not sure about it either, honey."
Bill laughed and replied, "That's farfetched but cute. I'd really have to think about it if she's serious. Are you sure you could be in the same room while I fucked her? It wouldn't be making love because that's what you and I do, at least most of the time. What if you didn't like what she was doing to either of us? Could you just get up and walk out? Seriously, sweetheart, this needs some time to sink in."
We continued discussing it back and forth until it was time for bed. Once in bed, I was so worked up that I started playing with Bill's dick. He started to say something, but I quickly told him to hush. I said I was very turned on by our talk and wanted to show him he didn't need to worry about anything. He would always be the love of my life.
As my hand slipped under his boxers, I nuzzled his neck. I could feel him stiffen as I traced the length of his penis with my fingernails. As his erection grew, I whispered once more that he was the only one for me. Bill's response was a quiet 'uh-huh' while I worked his boxers down and off his legs. He kicked the covers back as I tossed his shorts onto the floor. My sweet husband was now fully erect, which made me smile. I had been aroused most of the day and even more so since we'd been discussing Becky and the intimate possibilities. Now I was moist enough to easily take him inside me. I kissed him full on the mouth before moving on top of him, reaching back, and gingerly guiding him inside me.
I sat facing him in the dark, his stiff dick completely in me. Leaning forward, I laid my hands on the bed on either side of him as I began moving my hips. At first, I went slow; Bill moaned and whispered how amazing he felt. I told him I was glad he was enjoying it because I was too. We continued like that in the dark, both of us moaning and enjoying our intimacy. It felt so good having him in me, and I would miss it just like Becky. But I wanted more stimulation. I changed the way I was moving and began bouncing up and down, making sure I didn't go too high and lose him.
Bill decided to make it a bit more fun when he reached up and began playing with my boobs as best he could with me moving around. He'd pinch my nipples, grab my hips, and touch me wherever he could. I loved the feel of his hands against my skin, so I moved to let him touch me more easily. After a bit, I decided to pause the bouncing so he could focus on my nipples. So, I started grinding on his penis by rolling my hips and telling him how wonderful he felt.
Bill moaned and said, “Oh, Fuck yes, Cam. God, you're amazing, woman.”
I giggled and replied, "I can be at times, sweetheart. But I don't want you to cum just yet, okay?"
My grinding on him was giving my major clit stimulation. I was in a half-dream state, swaying and grinding as I moved closer to my climax.
Bill replied, “I'll try, but you feel so fucking good, Cam.”
I know when Bill is really getting into it because he uses the F-bomb. I was glad and thought about mentioning Becky and her tight little body doing what I was doing, but I didn't want to possibly ruin the mood. It could wait until we'd finished and were both in that yummy post-coital fog.
I could feel Bill getting closer; the stimulation on the head of his penis by bumping my clit was too much for him. I was expecting him to shoot as I continued grinding on him and telling him how big a stud he was. My own climax was getting close to boiling over, so to slow Bill down, I bent down to kiss him.
My movements on his penis ceased, and as luck would have it, he let loose in me as our tongues played.
I broke our kiss and arched my back, enjoying the full sensation he was giving me. My sweet love took the opportunity to reach up and pinch my nipples as he emptied himself. I literally purred, enjoying that warm, wet feeling inside me, and his fingers pulling my nipples. Before he was finished and began deflating, I returned to moving myself on him so I could climax. It didn't take much because I was feeling him while I was picturing Becky going down on me. I know, not good, but it did bring me to a very lovely orgasm.
When Bill was completely spent, I lay on his chest, kissed him, and thanked him for such a nice ride. Much to my surprise, Bill was the one who brought up Becky. He said he'd be willing to have sex with her if that's what I wanted. But it would be after the tour, not during or before. Plus, all three of us would talk about it before it happened, just to be sure we're all on the same page. Since we were booked for a couple of days after the tour, we could do it then.
I kissed him and then asked if he was picturing Becky riding him. He admitted he sort of was at various moments. I giggled and told him it was fine. He asked me the same question, and I laughed. I told him I did briefly when he was playing with my boobs. I also mentioned that I didn't think Becky had a dick I could ride, but then you never know. His eyes widened as he replied, "What? Oh, okay. You confused me for a moment there, Cam."
I laughed at his reaction as we snuggled more, falling asleep in each other's arms, happy that our little conflict had been resolved. At least, I thought it was, except for the part where Becky wanted me alone with her. She may have something resembling a dick, maybe a larger than normal clitoris, or perhaps something artificial, but I didn't know and wasn't going to ask.
As I was drifting off, I decided to leave that little detail to Becks. I was content with the deal Bill and I made. Now, we just had to wait a few more weeks to see what would happen.
The next day, I texted Becks from work and told her Bill and I had reached an agreement. She and I could discuss it one evening during our chat. She texted back a couple of hours later with hearts and smiles. I grinned when I read it and felt a sweet tingle.
The remaining time before our trip rushed by. Becks and I texted more than we talked, mainly because I thought we'd get carried away again and screw everything up. I had to keep reminding myself that being out in nature and taking pictures was our main goal. Having sex with Becky was just icing on the cake. We never got around to talking about alone time for the two of us. I guess we'd have to wait and deal with it at some point during our stay. Hopefully, Bill won't mind or at least not get mad when and if it happens.
Our departure day finally arrived; it took us two overnight stays and a total of eighteen hours to get from our house to West Yellowstone. When we were close and had bars on my cell, I texted Becky to let her know we were near. We'd used the phone map app to locate our hotel, then drove over to register.
Becky texted me back as we were heading to our room to unpack. She was in 'professional mode,' welcoming us and letting us know the group was getting together for dinner at one of the local restaurants to meet and get to know each other. I texted back that we'd see her there and thanked her.
Since Bill did most of the driving, he was tuckered out. I was full of energy, so while he took a nap, I went walking around West Yellowstone despite the threat of thundershowers. The town isn't that big; most of downtown is filled with souvenir shops, taverns, and restaurants. There is a visitor center on the main drag leading to the West entrance to the park. I saw a bear and wolf center that claims to have a number of each, which I guess are rescues. I prefer the ones in the wild, but I can understand why they exist.
When I returned, I realized it had been almost two hours since I'd left. Bill was awake, showered, and dressed, reading some of the local brochures that the hotel had on a rack in the lobby. I gave him a big kiss, then went to shower and change. We both figured dinner was casual, so we dressed appropriately. The restaurant wasn't far from our hotel, so we left about twenty minutes before we were due. As we walked in the warm mountain air, I showed Bill a few of the sites I'd noted earlier. It turned out to be a lovely evening for walking, and I'm glad we did.
The restaurant was old, and by old, I mean it was filled with pictures, artifacts, and other memorabilia from the early days of Yellowstone. We weren't the first to arrive; Becky was seated with an older couple, sipping drinks with them and chatting. The restaurant hostess only got us halfway to the table when Becky stood, a huge smile on her face, and welcomed us.
When our initial greeting concluded, she introduced us to Patrick and Doris, who were probably in their mid-sixties. They seemed nice as we greeted each other and waited for our server to stop by so we could order drinks.
The five of us talked about where we were from and a bit about our outdoor experiences until we got our drinks, and the other couple arrived. Mark and Susan showed up not long after we did. They were maybe in their mid-fifties. Introductions were made, and more drinks were served while we waited for our dinners to arrive.
None of us had been to Yellowstone before, so as we ate, Becky handed out our planned itinerary. She emphasized that things could change due to weather or incidents in the park. She mentioned she was in constant contact with other guides, and they would report where animals were or weren't during the day and evenings. With that and the safety rules out of the way, Becky highlighted some of the areas we'd be visiting, reminding us that these were wild animals and not to get too close. If she had to, she'd stop the tour if someone disregarded her warnings if she felt they were being too close with their picture taking. She also reminded us to be sure that anything we brought that needed batteries was fully charged and that we had a spare that was fully charged. She continued telling us about the tour as we ate, and when she finished, she asked for questions.
There were a few, but they weren't difficult for her to answer. By the end of the evening, we all seemed to be on the same page and looking forward to getting out and taking pictures or just observing the animals.
On the sly, Becky asked us to wait for her as we all said goodnight. When the other couples were out of earshot, Becky became Becks again. She hugged us both and thanked Bill for being so open-minded regarding our 'free time' together. It was the first time I'd witnessed him blushing in a very long time. Becks told us she was anxious to get together, but she was happy to wait until Bill was ready. If we had a change of heart, she'd understand, and there would be no hard feelings. That made Bill and me laugh, and Becky, too, once she realized what she'd said.
She also mentioned that the weather was going to be nice and if we wanted to, after the regular tour, we could go on a hike to a place most tourists don't go. There weren't many animals, but the views were spectacular. We both thought that was a great idea. With all that out of the way, we called it a night and headed back to our room.
Becky wanted us in the park by five thirty at the latest, so she'd gather us up around five. Needless to say, we went to bed early that night and for the next six nights of our tour.
Each day of the tour started out the same: we'd get up early, eat something, and then drive. The first two days, we headed East towards Fishing Bridge and over the Continental Divide. We saw Old Faithful and visited the Mud Volcano and all the other steaming, sulphur-smelling, bubbling vent holes in the earth. We saw Big Horn Sheep, Mountain Goats, Elk, Antelope, and countless Bison. There were Mountain Bluebirds nesting in the dead trees at Fountain Paint Pot, along with Tree Swallows. We stopped at Midway Geyser Basin and dealt with the crowds. That morning was chilly, and the Prismatic pool was giving off clouds of steam in the cold air. We toured the Mud Volcano, watching as a lone Bison moved around the fenced-off area and rutted around in the rising steam. Then on to Hayden Valley. That's where we saw our first Grizzly Bears and Wolves.
For the next three days, we headed North to see the Norris Geysers, Mammoth Hot Springs, and then the Lamar Valley. On the way, we encountered numerous Black Bears, Elk, and a pair of Sandhill Cranes tending their nest with one cute little colt, as they call the babies. We spent time in the Lamar Valley watching a pack of Wolves with their pups, coyotes feasting on a Bison carcass, and a huge male Moose.
The sixth and seventh days were spent going back to places where more Grizzlies were, since those were the group's favorite animals. The weather cooperated, and we all got along very nicely. When it was over, we said our goodbyes and our new friends headed back home. That evening, after Becky had finished writing up her reports for the tour company, she came to visit us. We went out to dinner and had a nice evening recalling the week and talking about our next couple of days.
Becks mentioned the trail hike, but Bill declined, wanting to fish the Madison River instead and maybe the Yellowstone. So, Becks and I decided to hike and take pictures while Bill fished. Our fun time together would begin that evening in our hotel room after dinner. I couldn't wait.
