9 comments/ 37324 views/ 6 favorites My Wife's Montana Adventure Pt. 01 By: Calvin427 1. We Arrive in Montana It was Wednesday afternoon, July 1, and my wife and I were on the second leg of our flight between Salt Lake City and Butte, Montana, when she surprised me by whispering something very surprising in my ear. "Cal, how would you like me to do a little sexual adventuring while we're in Butte?" We were flying to this small Montana city because I had a job interview the next morning at a university of Montana branch there. I'd recently completed my doctorate and was trying to get hired, in a difficult market, as a professor of social sciences. I was rehearsing in my mind the points I'd emphasize in my interviews the next morning and the outline of the presentation I'd have to make in the afternoon, a mock lecture to show how I might perform in the classroom, when Nancy broke into my train of thought with her offer. "What did you have in mind?" I whispered back to her. (We had to whisper because an old woman was sitting next to her in a window seat. I had an aisle seat and Nancy was sitting in the middle.) "I don't know. Maybe I could flirt with some guys, or maybe I could put on a short skirt and forget wear panties. That's always a crowd pleaser. Or maybe, if the right guy is available, you'd like me to watch me actually have sex with him. Are you ready for that again? We haven't done anything like it since last November in Reno." Her mouth was right up against my right ear and I could feel her warm breath in it. "You know I would. So long as we can avoid the problem we had in Reno. You know, that guy Tom almost raping you?" "Well, let's face it. Actual rape wasn't close to happening. We just need to use ordinary caution, I think. If anything is going to happen, though, we'll need to locate a place for me to get picked up," she said. "A bar, probably. Didn't you say Montana was a hard-drinking, red-neck state?" "Actually, I don't know. That's just what Paul [a friend of mine in Berkeley] told me. But there are bound to be plenty of horny guys around. All we need to worry about is you connecting up with guys who might end up in my classes, if I get the job. So you might want to look for somebody too dumb to go to college." "But you said 'guys.' Would you like to see me with more than one guy?" She flicked my ear with her tongue, sending a tingle down my spine. I laughed quietly, trying not to attract the attention of the old lady. "It seems to end up that way anyway. Why should this time be any different?" Nancy slapped my arm in mock outrage, "Now don't be rude!" She paused a bit then continued whispering. "It's not that I'm insatiable, you know. It's just that having a scene with several guys at once makes it so I don't have to put up with one guy thinking he can develop some kind of a relationship with me. When I'm with several guys, they know I'm into the sex not them." "Is that the only advantage?" She kissed me on the cheek and resumed whispering in my ear, "Of course not. You know that being with several guys is very, very exciting. Partially, it's because I'm so vain. I love it when two or more guys are into me. And I mean that literally. [She laughed quietly at the too-obvious pun.] Being the center of male attention like that really gets my juices flowing." Damn! Whispering to me about having sex with other guys, my beautiful, horny wife had given me a full-blown hard-on. I had to put a blanket over my lap. She caressed my erection under the blanket with her left hand, devilishly enjoying the effect she was having on me. After a few minutes of this, though, she apologized. "That must be uncomfortable. Sorry to do that to you. Let's pick this up again when we get to the motel." And did we ever! As soon as we landed, located the car the college had rented for me, drove a mile or so to the motel, and checked into our room, we spent almost a full hour having very hot sex. As we fucked, I kept asking her what she wanted other strange guys to do to her. As she told me, I'd do these things to her. She finally had a gigantic orgasm as I was fucking her dog-style and telling her to imagine another guy sticking his big cock in her mouth. Then she sucked my cock until I came, in multiple spurts, into her pretty mouth. Tired from our trip and the energetic fucking, we crashed on one of the queen-sized beds for about an hour. Finally, at about 4:00 p.m., we got up and put our clothes on. We hadn't eaten anything since breakfast at home in Berkeley, and both of us were quite hungry. We went to a restaurant adjoining the motel and had a rather mediocre early dinner. About thirty minutes later we returned to our room to make plans for the evening. Nancy decided to "suit up," that is, put on something to stimulate male interest in her. On our flights, she'd worn what she was wearing now: a pair of jeans (marvelously tight of course to show off that excellent ass of hers), a white top, and sandals. As she started to unpack her bag, I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. Just after I stepped into the shower, Nancy surprised me by pulling the curtain apart and stepping into the shower behind me. "I'll unpack after we shower," she said. We had a very good time soaping and rinsing off one another's bodies. She concentrated on washing my cock and balls, and soon I had another hard-on. Standing behind her and holding her firm, slippery breasts, I tried awkwardly to stick it into her from the back. Unfortunately, since she's only 5' 4" and I'm almost 6' 1", it didn't work out. Laughing at my effort, she asked, "Can you wait till later to do that, Cal? I didn't know you'd be ready to go again so soon." I told her I'd save it for later. Then we toweled each other off (taking the usual obscene liberties with one another) and returned to the room to get dressed. Since it was pretty warm, I put on a short-sleeved shirt, a pair of trousers, and a pair of sneakers. Then I sat down on a bed to watch Nancy get dressed. Still stark naked, she was taking her time removing items from her bag and hanging them in the closet or putting them in one of the drawers. I especially enjoyed watching her gorgeous body as she bent over her open bag with her ass toward me. When she bent forward like this, I could make out her cunt lips and just a hint of her tight little asshole. At 115 pounds, my wife is on the slim side. Her breasts, with their light-pink and usually erect nipples, are rather small. She owns maybe two bras, which are 33-B, I think. Of course, she almost never wears one. Nancy's best feature, besides her very pretty face and shoulder length blonde hair, is her velvety swatch of reddish-blonde pubic hair, which she trims on the top and sides so she can wear a bikini bottom. I love the feel of her hair against my nose when I eat her cunt. I consider myself the luckiest husband in the world. I'll never quite understand why she agreed to marry me. Finally, she decided on what she'd wear. She put her white button-down shirt back on, without a bra, of course, and stepped into a short denim skirt that came down to the middle of her thighs. Then she put her sandals back on. Then, seemingly as an afterthought, she reached into the drawer where she'd put some of her things and took out a tiny pair of thong panties that I'd never seen before. As she held them in her hand, I could see that they consisted of strings and a very small white panel. They were more like a g-string than a pair of panties. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "When did you get that little tiny thing?" "Yesterday. They're not very decent, but they count as underwear, I guess." She hiked up her skirt and stepped into her g-string panties. Then, smiling at me, she pulled her skirt down and smoothed it against her thighs. "There, I'm almost ready to go. Now I'm a proper young lady." I watched her put her hair back in a pony tail and reapply her make-up. When she turned to face me, she looked younger and hotter than ever. "Damn! No one would ever know you're thirty years old, Nancy. You look like a fucking teenager," I said. She fell into the role: "Oh, sir, what a shocking thing to say to an innocent young thing like me!" "I'll show you shocking," I said, standing up and walking to where she stood. I put my arms around her and kissed her deeply. As we kissed, I ran my hands up under her skirt and caressed her ass cheeks, which were completely bare. I felt with my fingers until I found the thin string running up the crack of her ass. "That sure doesn't cover much," I said. "Just be careful with that string, Cal. Don't pull on it like that. It's not very strong and not meant to be stretched." I gave her ass a little pat and released her. We couldn't spend all evening fooling around. Besides, it was almost 6:00 o'clock and we had some exploring to do. 2. We Head Uptown Butte is a pretty hilly city. Where we were staying, in the flat area below the hills, was a not very interesting stretch of motels, fast-food places, and malls. But as we drove to the uptown area, old Butte, we were impressed by the numerous old brick buildings and houses, some of them well maintained and others seemingly abandoned. Uptown Butte is nothing if not picturesque. The college, which specializes in mining and technical programs, was on its own little hill. Nancy and I parked the car and walked around for a while. It looked like a pretty nice place to work, though it was smaller than I'd imagined it. Since it's summer, there weren't very many people around. Finally, at about 7:30, we headed back to uptown, reparked the car, and did a little more walking around. Since we'd eaten just a few hours earlier, we weren't very hungry. But we wandered into a rather large bar that served hors d'oeuvres and each of us enjoyed a beer and a snack. Then we split up for a while to check out a few more bars. We agreed to meet back at the car at around 9:00 if nothing promising turned up. We had our cell phones with us to keep in touch, whatever happened. The three places I went into were pretty depressing. The few customers they had were pretty old and, some of them, pretty seedy. I was just leaving one of them when Nancy called me. "I think I found a place that might be interesting," she said. "It's some kind of Irish bar. At least the name is Irish. And it's full of guys around our age. As soon as I went in and sat down at the bar, two of them offered to buy me a drink. It's just a short walk from the car. Come over and check it out." Then she added something we'd talked about earlier. "I think I might try the Wronged Wife Out for Revenge gag. I'll see where it leads. But I might need your help to spur things in the right direction." She gave me the name of the bar and its location. In fifteen minutes, my cock already tingling with anticipation, I was there. The supposedly Irish bar was fairly small, with a long bar and a pool table at the rear. I saw Nancy at once, seated near the middle of the bar engaged in conversation with two guys sitting in the two stools just to her right. She had turned her body to face them, so her back was to me as I entered. I walked past her and the two guys she was talking to to sit down at the end of the bar in one of three seats facing the front door. In other words, the bar had an L shape and I was sitting at the short part of the L in the rear. As I walked past Nancy on the way to my seat, I noticed something else. Her skirt had ridden pretty far up her thighs, and she was sitting with her legs slightly spread. I couldn't tell at a glance exactly how much she was showing the guys, but they had to be seeing at least a lot of leg. Sitting where I was, about fifteen feet away, I found myself looking almost directly into Nancy's face. All I could see of her new friends, at first, was the backs of their heads. I noticed that the guy closest to her had pulled his stool slightly back from the bar to permit his friend a chance to talk to my wife more easily. His friend, of course, also had a more direct view up her skirt which, because the bar was in the way, I was denied. The bartender brought me a beer. I began nursing it slowly while trying to overhear the conversation my wife was having. Because they were facing away from me, I couldn't hear much of what the guys were saying. But Nancy (for my benefit I'm sure) raised her voice a little to make it possible for me to hear at least some of her end of the conversation. There was quite a lot of loud talk among the pool players just behind me, so it was still hard to hear everything. She seemed to be answering questions the two guys were asking her. I heard her mention flying into Butte earlier in the day and having to stay the night at a motel. She then mentioned its name, the Best Western, and said some guy who worked there had driven her uptown. Then she said something about having to call a cab later. This was followed by several minutes of the two guys apparently talking about Butte and what a great place it was. As they talked, Nancy sat listening and sipping at a glass of red wine they'd no doubt bought for her. She was looking into their eyes intently, as though absorbed in what they were saying. Her gorgeous blues eyes (and her lovely, unfettered breasts moving beneath her blouse) were obviously working their magic on them. I gradually managed to see enough of her two new friends' faces to be able to describe them. The one closest to her was short and a little chubby, about forty, and had a reddish beard and moustache. The one sitting closest to me seemed younger, in his early thirties maybe, and in pretty good shape. He was on the verge of being handsome. Over the next thirty minutes, I was able to make out bits and pieces of Nancy's Wronged Wife Out for Revenge act. I heard her mention being separated from her husband ("a cheating bastard") and needing to find a job now that she was on her own. The clear message, in other words, was that she was available and vulnerable. I decided, finally, to introduce myself into the situation. I picked up my beer and walked around to where she was sitting. She looked up from her two friends and smiled at me as I approached. I said: "I thought I recognized you. Didn't you fly up from Salt Lake City on the same flight I was on?" "Yes, I did," she answered. "I remember you. What are you doing in Butte?" The two guys with her looked at me ambiguously. They didn't exactly resent me, but they weren't exactly friendly, either. I gave my cover story. "I'm up here for two days consulting with the local power company. I'm from Austin, Texas. Where did you come from?" "Salt Lake City. I came to Butte on a whim, I guess. I just separated from my husband and wanted to get out of town. An old friend of mine lives here, so I thought I'd drop in on her. Trouble is, she'll be out of town for the next week. So I just found a motel. I guess I didn't plan any of this very well." Nancy had turned around on her stool to face me. Leaning back against the bar slightly, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, giving me a quick glimpse of the tiny white panel that barely covered her cunt. No doubt, her two new friends had been treated to similar views. Becoming more animated, she went on to describe how messed up she'd been since discovering that her husband had been screwing, for the past six months, two different women where he worked. It was a pretty convincing story, I thought. Then she added the part I liked best. "My husband just laughed at me when I confronted him. He said I was too conventional, too hung up, to understand his need to have sex with other women. That bastard! I'd really like to show him!" She twisted her body (throwing her legs open briefly and showing me her crotch) and picked up the half-full glass of wine (her second glass) behind her on the bar. She quickly downed it. "What do you mean by you'd really like to show him?" I asked. Her two new friends listened intently for her answer. "Oh, I don't know. Something to make him realize I'm not just a conventional housewife. But maybe I'd better get a cab back to my motel. This place is a little loud. I'm getting a headache." The bartender (who'd been lurking) overheard her and offered to call one for her. But the younger of the two guys told him not to bother. He said he'd drive her wherever she needed to go. But first he needed to call his roommate, who was using his truck for something. He stood up and walked quickly out the front door to make the call. While he was doing this, Nancy introduced me to the guy with the beard. "This is Danny and the guy who went out front is Wayne. And my name is Nancy. What's yours?" I shook hands with Danny and Nancy and gave my name. Danny looked older up close than he'd looked from fifteen feet away. He was probably in his fifties. He said he'd grown up in Butte and had worked mainly in construction. As the three of us chatted, I stood in front of Nancy, with Danny sitting just to the right. From my angle, looking down on her, I was treated to several more fleeting views of her crotch. Once, when she swiveled her body slightly toward Danny and briefly uncrossed her legs, I'm sure he got a nice view, too. Watching my wife tease a totally strange guy like this was causing my cock to stiffen. A few minutes later, Wayne returned to say that his friend would be here in about five minutes. He was somewhere in the neighborhood. We exchanged names, a little too formally. Wayne and I continued to stand facing Nancy while Danny remained in his seat. Conversation was a little awkward until Nancy suddenly reached into her purse, which was sitting on the bar, and took out her little digital camera. She held it out to me. "Cal, would you mind taking a shot of me sitting on a bar stool? I'd like to show it to that asshole husband of mine. He'd never believe it." I knew how to use our camera, of course, but I pretended to need a minute to figure it out. Meanwhile, Nancy sat beaming at me with her back to the bar and her legs crossed. "Ready?" I asked, aiming the camera at her. She said she was. I backed up a few feet, to make sure I got her gorgeous legs in the shot, and pressed the button. Alerted by the flash, the bartender looked at me as though he disapproved. Probably there was a policy against taking photos in the bar. "Let's take another one," said Nancy enthusiastically. "Would you guys pose with me in a shot?" She made it clear that she meant Wayne and Danny. A little reluctantly, they moved up to stand on either side of her stool. "Come on, you guys!" she said. "Stand closer. Put your arms around my shoulders. If you don't want my S.O.B. husband to see your faces, I'll black them out." "Hell, I don't give a shit what he sees," said Wayne. They pressed against her from both sides and placed their arms over her shoulders as requested. I snapped the shot, my wife smiling and the two guys looking rather serious. The flash caused the bartender to frown at me. I quickly handed the camera back to Nancy to show him we were done abusing his hospitality. Just a few minutes later, a young guy who looked like a surfer (tan, long blond hair, wearing a muscle shirt) entered the bar and walked up to where we were standing. "I'm parked just up the street," he said to Wayne. "OK, Nancy," said Wayne, "I'm ready to go when you are." Nancy said, "I guess I'm ready. I think I'd like another drink at the bar in my motel before I turn in. Any of you guys feel like joining me?" As she issued this invitation, she smiled knowingly at me. "I don't know," said Danny. "It's getting sort of late." "He means his wife would kill him if he did," said Wayne, laughing. Nancy threw her arms around Danny and hugged him. "At last, a faithful husband. Good for you, Danny!" My Wife's Montana Adventure Pt. 01 Danny looked down at his feet and muttered something. Nancy asked him to say it louder. "Well, the fact is my wife doesn't care much what I do. We're not really all that married anymore. We just live together." Nancy tried to reassure him. "It's just for a few drinks, Danny, so it's not like you're being unfaithful to her." "Well, let's get going, whoever's going," interrupted Wayne. "By the way, this is Rich, my roommate." Everyone but Wayne shook Rich's hand. I noticed, even as I shook his hand, that Rich was having a hard time keeping his eyes off my wife's body. "I'll join you, Nancy," I said. "I'm staying in your neighborhood, anyway." "Good. I'll see you there," she said. Then she picked up her purse and headed out the door with Wayne and his roommate Rich. Danny, who seemed drunker than the other guys, drained his beer and started moving toward the door. "You can ride over there with me, if you want," I offered. "The other guys can drive you home afterwards." Danny hesitated a moment, then said, "I guess that'll be OK. I shouldn't be driving anyways." Danny and I walked a block or so to where I'd parked the rental car. Then we headed down the hill to our motel. I let Danny out in front and pulled the car around the side to the spot designated for our room. I counted on his being too addled to make the connection between where I was parking my car and where I was staying at night. When I got to the bar of the motel, at about 10:00 p.m., I saw that Wayne, Danny, Rich, and my wife were seated around a small table near the rather small bar. Actually, the place was mostly a casino with about fifteen video poker-keno games. [Butte has a casino-bar on nearly every block. Even the Irish bar we'd just left had several machines.] I ordered a drink at the bar and carried it over to the table. Nancy was talking about the photos I'd taken of her with two guys at the Irish bar. "My husband would hate that shot of Danny and Wayne with me in the bar. He would never believe I'd let guys I hardly knew put their arms around me." I was delighted to see that Nancy had managed to unbutton her blouse so that she was showing more of her braless breasts than she had at the Irish bar. I noticed that when she leaned forward even slightly, her blouse gaped opened enough to expose nearly her whole right breast. Rich, the surfer-looking guy was sitting just to the left of her, was getting especially good views. Wayne, sitting just to Rich's left, could see quite a bit, too. "We'll pose some more with you, if you like," said Danny. Wayne seconded the idea, as did Rich. Nancy reached down to her purse, which was on the floor by her chair, and dug around in it to get the digital camera. As she did, the top of her blouse fell open and I'm pretty sure Rich and Wayne got a prolonged view of at least her right breast and possibly her left breast as well. Sitting opposite her, even I could see most of her right breast. When she sat upright again, she slid the camera across the table to me. "Maybe you could take a few more photos for me," she said. "But let's be a little more outrageous. I'd like him [meaning her imaginary husband] to see me in some compromising situations." Saying this, she stood up and plopped herself down in Rich's lap ("Would you mind?" she asked). I stood up with the camera and Wayne pushed his chair back to give me a clear shot of the two of them. My wife sat facing me, with her right arm around Rich's shoulder and her creamy thighs spread wide enough to give me a clear view of the tiny strip of white pressed against her cunt. They both smiled into the camera, as Wayne laughed at Rich's apparent discomfort ("What's wrong, bro, you getting a stiffy?"), and I snapped two quick shots. Moments later, a very pretty bartendress came over to me and asked me not to take any more photos. It was against policy, she explained. I apologized to the girl and said (to Nancy), "I guess we're out of business here. Of course, we could take a few more compromising shots in your room. Would that be OK with you?" "Sure. I guess so. I'm sort of tired, or maybe I'm a little drunk, but I guess it would be OK, especially if we don't take too long. It would be fun to have some more shots to show that S.O.B." "And, if you're tired, we don't have to get all the shots tonight." I said. I explained that I had a liberal expense account and could easily pay for her to stay another night in the motel if she wanted me to. (The reality, of course, was that the college had already paid for two nights in the motel for us. My offer was all show.) Nancy said she'd think about it. Then she went on a few more minutes about how her husband deserved a real come-uppance. Finally, she and her three new friends tossed down their drinks and walked out of the bar. I followed the four of them down a long hallway to the room. As they walked, Wayne had his arm firmly around her waist, as though trying to steady her. I know my wife and what it takes to get her drunk. She was obviously trying to look more inebriated than she really was. My Wife's Montana Adventure Pt. 02 3. In Nancy's Room When we got to the door of Nancy's room (in truth, our room, but the guys didn't know that), she asked us to wait a minute while she did "some quick picking up" inside. She said she didn't want us to see any mess she might have left before she went uptown earlier. Actually, I suspected, she wanted to hide any personal items belonging to me that I might've overlooked. A few seconds later, she opened the door and invited us in. Her new friends filed in ahead of me as Nancy retreated to the bathroom and closed the door. I turned on the television set (for background noise I guess), as the guys sat down to wait for my wife. Wayne and Rich sat down on one of the beds and Danny relaxed in a comfortable recliner. I paced around the room with the camera thinking of possible poses. We listened to the toilet flushing, then water running in the basin. A few minutes later, Nancy emerged from the bathroom. She looked stunning, almost like a goddess. She'd combed her hair and redone her make-up; best of all, she'd unbuttoned her blouse even lower so that her breasts would be exposed with nearly every move she made. "Does this make me look a little more like a bad girl?" she asked, thrusting out her chest. "You look good enough to eat!" exclaimed Wayne. Rich groaned and said, "Damn, you really look good, girl!" Danny just stared at her in silence. Nancy looked around at us and shrugged. "Well, anybody have any ideas for photos that would really get to my darling cheating husband? Remember, I'm up for almost anything short of actual sex. Just because he went all the way with several whores at work doesn't mean I'm willing to." "Let's get a shot of you sitting in Danny's lap in the recliner," I suggested. "I bet he'd enjoy that. I mean Danny, not your husband." Danny laughed nervously behind his beard. "Sure. But my wife better not see the picture." His speech was quite slurred. Nancy walked over to him and after a warning ("Look out. Here I come!"), let herself tumble backwards over the right arm of the chair (from my angle, viewing the recliner straight on) so that she ended up were her lovely butt on his lap and her bare legs sticking over the side. Most of her upper body lay against the left arm of the chair trapping Danny's right arm beneath it. Then, reaching up to place her left arm around Danny's neck, she smiled and rolled her upper body toward the camera, which I'd aimed at them while kneeling on the floor a few feet in front of them. I noticed – we all noticed – that as she'd turned her upper body toward us her blouse had fallen completely open. Her right breast, its pretty light-pink nipple fully erect, was fully on display. I quickly snapped a photo. Then another. "Oh my God," said Rich, "that's a really beautiful tit!" Danny leaned his neck forward to see what the young surfer-looking guy was referring to. Nancy, playing dumb or maybe drunk, pretended to be slow on the uptake. Seeing where Rich was looking, she used her right hand to pull the mostly unbuttoned blouse up so it again covered the exposed breast. "Come on, Nancy!" I exclaimed. "Let's give your husband something to look at. It doesn't matter if we see your tits. We've all seen tits before." She looked at me for a second before releasing her grip on her blouse so that it again fell open. She smiled at me as I took another shot of her deliberately exposing her right breast to us while sitting in Danny's lap. Danny, meanwhile, looked more and more uncomfortable. Maybe he needed to take a piss. "Let's see the other one now," said Wayne. "Yeh, let's see the other one," echoed Rich. I said, "Maybe, Danny, you can open her blouse for her. Would that be OK with you, Nancy?" Instead of answering, Nancy whispered something to Danny. After some hesitation, having apparently gotten her consent, Danny used his left hand to slowly lift the part of her blouse that covered her left breast. Soon both pink-tipped breasts were on display. He was very careful not to touch either of them. Wayne whistled his approval. Rich made a sort of guttural noise. I, meanwhile, had walked over to the side of the recliner over which Nancy's legs extended. From this perspective I had a different view of her naked breasts and Danny's eyes feasting on them. Better yet, I had a perfect shot between my wife's legs all the way down to her crotch. Seeing what I was interested in shooting, my wonderful wife greatly improved my view by planting her left foot on the arm of the recliner so that her left knee pointed straight up to the ceiling. Since she'd left her right leg dangling over the side, I could clearly see, and photograph, the wonderful state of affairs between her legs. While she was in the bathroom she must have loosened and slightly twisted the tiny white panel of her g-string panties. For now, especially in the rather extreme pose she'd assumed, the panel only covered about half of her cunt. One side of her cunt, and most of the pubic hair above and to the side of it, were more or less fully on display. The other side of her cunt was only loosely covered by the panel. I took five or six shots of this wonderful spectacle. But I wasn't the only one treated to it. Unnoticed by me, Wayne had stood up and was standing immediately behind me. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "That's something you don't see everyday." Wayne's comment, or maybe the discomfort of the pose, caused her to lower her left knee so that both of her legs again rested on the side of the recliner. Her legs were still spread far enough apart, though, to provide an only slightly less obscene view. One pink cunt lip was still clearly in view. Meanwhile, Nancy must have whispered more encouragement to Danny because he began taking further liberties. With his left hand, he was suddenly manipulating first one of my wife's naked breasts then the other. She looked up at me, and Wayne standing behind me, and said (rather breathlessly), "My husband is going to really hate these shots. Imagine! His sweet wife allowing a strange bearded man to play with her tits!" I managed to get several low-angle shots showing both Nancy's partially exposed cunt and a strange male hand squeezing and caressing her naked breasts. "Can I have a turn now?" asked Rich, who had stood up and was standing just in front of the recliner. "I'll definitely volunteer to be photographed playing with those tits." Nancy literally jumped at the offer. Springing up from the recliner and pulling her blouse closed (but still unbuttoned) over her breasts, she said, "You know, I'm not just a pair of tits. [Wayne said, "Amen."] Maybe you can get some shots of Rich and me making out on a bed. I think that would qualify as a compromising situation." Trying not to sound too enthusiastic, I said, "Sure." This was starting to get really good! Some shots of Rich, the best-looking of the three guys, necking with my wife on a bed would really "get to" her imaginary husband (supposedly making him jealous or angry) and her real husband (me). But in different ways, of course. Taking the photos and looking at them later wouldn't make me at all angry. I'd feel jealous, of course, but only in the delicious way (that is, mixed with a dollop of shame and immeasurable lust) I always experienced while watching Nancy in action with other guys. Rich took Nancy by the hand and led her over to the queen-sized bed farthest from the door. I followed them over with the camera. Rich sat her down on the side of the bed and quickly pulled off his muscle shirt. He was a short man (maybe 5' 9"), but he was well-muscled and had a deep tan. Still standing next to the bed, he removed his shoes so that he was soon wearing only his jeans and a pair of white socks. To make room for him, Nancy kicked off her sandals, crawled across the bed, and lay back with her head on a pillow and her knees drawn up. Rich threw himself down on the bed next to my wife and immediately rolled his body toward her. She lowered her knees and lay flat on her back as, supporting the weight of his upper body on his right elbow, he leaned down and began kissing her. The kissing gradually became more intense. Nancy reached up and placed both of her hands behind Rich's neck. He threw his left leg over hers. Nancy began making little groans, little pleasure sounds. Kissing always turns her on. At first, I wasn't sure what the best shooting angle might be. After experimenting for almost a minute with different perspectives, I finally climbed up on the bed on the opposite side of Nancy and took some nice close-up shots of their kissing. It pained me a little to see how responsive she was to this guy whom she'd just met. Then, breaking the kiss, Rich used his left hand to pull Nancy's blouse apart and again expose her right breast. My cock beginning to stiffen in my pants, I watched him slide his well-tanned left hand over my wife's pale breast and begin manipulating it. I took three or four photos of him squeezing her breast as he resumed kissing her. Then he lowered his head down to her exposed breast and began gently sucking its beautiful pink nipple. Nancy groaned and whispered, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Suck it gently like that. Oh, yes." Crouching next to them on the bed taking photo after photo, I realized that my cock was now fully erect in my pants. But I wasn't the only one getting a hard-on. I got a shot of Rich's cock pressing against the crotch of his jeans. After almost a full minute of having her right nipple sucked, Nancy exclaimed, "Ow! Not so hard, Rich. That hurt!" Looking down at my wife's elongated saliva-covered nipple, he raised himself up and apologized. This broke the previous mood, so I thought it might be a good time to try something different. I suggested another pose for them. "Maybe you can lie down on your back, Rich, and let her climb on top of you. Is that OK with you, Nancy?" I was falling into the role of photo-shoot director. "How about if she gets on top of me instead," suggested Wayne. "Wait your turn," said Rich. "You've got a steady girl-friend. I don't." Then Nancy surprised and delighted all of us by reaching down to Rich's crotch and giving his cock a little squeeze. "Rich," she said, "I think you'd be more comfortable if you got out of those jeans. I'll tell you what. If you get down to your underpants I'll get down to mine, OK?" Obviously, she wasn't terribly upset with Rich for having sucked her nipple too hard. "If you don't mind, Nancy, I think I'll take my trousers off, too," I said. "I've got the same problem he has." "That goes for me, too," said Wayne, undoing his belt. So Rich, Wayne, and I struggled out of our pants until we stood (self-consciously) in our briefs. Rich and I had full erections in our briefs. Wayne had what looked like the beginnings of one. Wayne then turned to Danny, who was standing a few feet away from us where he'd been watching Rich and my wife on the bed, and asked him if he wanted to strip down to his briefs, too. "I don't think so," muttered Danny. "Maybe later." Nancy, meanwhile, was making good on her promise. Sitting up on the bed, she undid the last button on her blouse, pulled her arms out of it, and threw it on the floor. Then, after unzipping the side of her short skirt, she lay back, lifted her virtually naked butt off the bed, and pulled the skirt down over her feet. We all stood around the bed watching Nancy undress down to her practically nonexistent panties. It occurred to me that this moment, the center of attention of four males (three of them obviously aroused) that this was what she especially enjoyed about our sex games. As she told me earlier, being the center of male attention appealed strongly to her vanity. Then, wearing only her g-string panties (with its little white panel still off-center and loose enough to expose one of her cunt lips), Nancy lay back on the bed and smiled up at us. Wearing her panties this way, my wife might as well have been totally naked. Those panties were the worst pretext for marginal decency I'd ever seen. Coyly placing her hands over her breasts, she said to Rich, "If you'll lie down on your back, maybe Cal can get a shot or two of me on top of you. Would you like that?" Adjusting his erection in his briefs, Rich quickly lay down on his back next to her. She immediately rolled over on top of him and, planting a knee on either side of his belly, leaned forward over him. Standing at the side of the bed, near the head of it, I took several shots of my wife's smallish breasts dangling tantalizingly just above Rich's very appreciative eyes. Then, ever so slowly, Nancy lowered her left breast until its nipple was barely an inch above his mouth. "Would you like to kiss it?" she asked. By way of an answer, Rich put his right arm around Nancy's back and muscled her down so that her whole left breast made contact with his lips. Raising his head, he quickly sucked its nipple into his mouth. I got a nice shot of her whole nipple and much of her breast disappearing into his mouth. She gasped as he did this. Finally, after five or ten seconds of this breast-sucking and despite the force Rich was using to force her upper body downward, Nancy managed to pull her breast free of his mouth. "That's sucking not kissing!" she complained in mock-seriousness. Then, in a definite non sequitur, she slid her body down Rich's until she lay with her upper body fully on top of him and her legs spread to either side of his. She began kissing him again. They necked like this for almost a minute. Rich's well-tanned body under my wife's rather pale body was an interesting aesthetic contrast, and I took several longer shots to exploit it. I also noticed, watching them kiss, that Rich had begun thrusting his pelvis up against Nancy's crotch. Each time he did this, Nancy made a little whimpering sound of pleasure, so I knew his stiff cock under his briefs was making contact with her cunt. I walked to the foot of the bed and immediately understood why Wayne and Danny had been standing there watching so intently as I photographed the above-the-waist action. They'd obviously been enjoying my wife's virtually naked ass as she knelt forward just minutes ago to let Rich suck her nipple. Half-wearing those g-string panties the way she was, spreading her legs spread, and raising her ass in the air, she must have given them quite a show. I'd missed it, unfortunately. But all was not lost. Kneeling down at the foot of the bed just in front of Wayne and Danny, I was soon able to take a number of very horny photos. The photos, which I took over a period of about five minutes, were of Rich pushing his hard cock, compressed against his belly inside his briefs, against Nancy's crotch as she ground her half-covered cunt down against the cock and rode it back and forth. They were no longer kissing. She now had her head resting on his left shoulder and was making louder and louder moaning sounds. She was obviously getting carried away and began repeating horny little things like: "Oh, God! That feels so good. Oh, yes, like that!" Getting back into director mode, I said, "I'm getting some pretty compromising photos, Nancy. But I think Wayne and I deserve a turn on the bed, don't you?" She stopped moaning and said, "OK, but I'm really enjoying this dry humping. I never knew it could feel so good." "You know what would feel even better, don't you?" asked Rich. Nancy gave a little laugh and answered him: "There's not going to be any fucking tonight. But I want to thank you for making me feel so good." She quickly rolled herself off Rich's body and knelt down over his cock. Cupping his balls in her right hand, she quickly delivered a little kiss to the waistband of his briefs where, I noticed, the swollen head of his cock protruded. I wasn't ready with my camera so missed the shot. "Could you do that again, please?" I asked her. "Oh, God, yes," said Rich, who, with a quick motion lowered his briefs so that most of his erection was liberated. The crown of it now rose about an inch up from his belly. It wasn't especially large, I noticed. Not as large as mine, certainly. She waited for me to aim the camera then slowly brought her mouth down to Rich's cock. Again cupping his balls through his briefs, she leaned down, pushed her hair out of her face so I'd get a clear shot, and licked the shaft of his cock from near its base to its head. Then she lifted her head up slightly and licked it again, this time starting at the head of it and ending near its base. "Very good. Very good photos," I said as I snapped several shots. "Your husband will really hate them." I was using my fake-enthusiasm voice. Actually, as I took these photos of my wife licking another man's cock, a wave of jealousy and nausea briefly overtook me. She then sat up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled at me like a child proud of having mastered a difficult math problem. The sight of her squatting on the bed, with those teen-ager breasts of hers jutting forward, caused my negative feelings to dissipate and be replaced by a strong desire to fuck this wonderful creature until she screamed. Maybe it was this sudden seeing of my darling wife as a sex-object that caused me to set down the camera and strip off my briefs. "I don't see any point in being bound up in these," I announced. Wayne, standing next to me, quickly did the same thing. I noticed that Danny, standing a few feet behind us, was trying to be inconspicuous as he rubbed his cock through his trousers. Older than the rest of us, he seemed reluctant to join us in getting naked. Wayne, wearing only a t-shirt, then crawled up on the bed next to Nancy and Rich. His cock, I noticed, was quite a bit longer than Rich's and mine. It was oddly thin, though, and hooked upward. Rich, who'd also removed his briefs by now, sat up and was on his knees next to Nancy. In fact, all three of them were on their knees, the guys on either side of her and sort of aimlessly mauling her virtually naked body. "Wait a minute," I said. "Let's pose some shots of you three together. Try to be creative." And they were. Over the next twenty minutes, there was a lot of giggling and laughing as Nancy and the two guys struck a number of poses, some more erotic than others. Standing at the foot of the bed with my hard cock bobbing in front of me, I took maybe thirty shots, some of which I later deleted. The poses became more and more intimate as the three of them became more comfortable with each other. Among my favorites were: (1) Nancy lying on her back as Wayne licked her left nipple and Rich rubbed his hard cock against her right nipple. (2) Nancy smiling into the camera and gripping an erection in each hand as Rich and Wayne both reached down and touched her cunt. Wayne seemed to have his index finger inside her. (3) Three rear-view shots of Nancy on her knees and leaning forward with her head on Wayne's belly as she masturbated him with her right hand. Meanwhile, Rich, grinning like a fool, spread her ass cheeks apart for the camera. He had just pulled her g-string panties off so that her cunt and asshole were fully exposed. One of the shots was a close-up centering on my wife's asshole, showing Rich's thumbs on either side of it pulling it open. (4) Three sideways views of Nancy on her back with Rich straddling her upper body and pressing the end of his cock against her mouth. Her legs were spread and her knees were drawn up as Wayne, kneeling down at the side of bed, leaned in between her legs with his face buried in her crotch. I remember that it wasn't long after I took the last of these cunnilingus photos that Nancy began building up to a loud and lengthy orgasm. Actually, it came on quickly and seemed to surprise and somehow annoy her. In the last photo I took of her, she was looking straight into the camera with her eyes wide open (and Rich's hard cock pressed against her cheek) with an almost angry expression on her face. My Wife's Montana Adventure Pt. 02 Just before her climaxed, she looked at me and spoke almost as though waging a complaint, "Oh shit! He's making me cum!" Then she rolled her head from side to side (causing Rich to draw his cock away from her face) and shouted, "Oh, yes. damn you! Eat my cunt like that! Yes. Yes. Just like that!" Her whole body quivered for several seconds then stiffened. I was a little concerned as she acted as though all the air was gone from her lungs. Finally, she made a huge gasp followed by two lesser gasps. After resting for a short time, she rolled her head toward me and smiled. Wayne had stopped eating her cunt, but he was still doing something to her with his right hand. Seeing that Nancy was all right, I set the camera down and crawled up on the bed next to her. "This has made me damned horny!" I announced as I knee-walked up next to my wife's head. "Would you please kiss my cock?" Rich backed off to give me complete access, so I held my cock directly over her face. She immediately took my cock in her left hand and guided it straight down to her mouth. With great enthusiasm, she licked and kissed the crown of it until it was glistening with her saliva and maybe a little of my pre-cum. She did this for maybe thirty seconds before jerking her head away from my cock and exclaiming, "Oh, shit! I'm cumming again!" I'd noticed, while looking down at Nancy giving me oral sex, that Wayne was again between her legs with his face buried in her cunt, so I shouldn't have been surprised by a second orgasm. But I was. Surprised and enormously turned on. As my beautiful wife lay whining ecstatically beneath me with her eyes closed and her mouth open, I couldn't help doing what I did next. Giving my cock a few quick strokes, I came in two powerful spurts all over her mouth and chin. She seemed not to notice until her orgasm subsided a few seconds later. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at me. "You made a mess on me, Cal," she whispered. She stated this as a simple fact. She seemed neither angry nor excited by my cumming on her face. But I didn't have a lot of time to consider her reaction because suddenly Rich bumped me a few inches to the side and, pumping his cock with his right hand, grunted loudly as he shot several streams of semen on Nancy's upper lip and nose. Some of it missed her entirely, though, and ended up on the bed spread. This got a stronger reaction from her. Sitting up abruptly with semen all over face, she glared at Rich and me. "You guys!" she said. "Get out of my way. I need to get into the bathroom and clean this up." She climbed off the bed and half-ran into the bathroom. We all watched her gorgeous ass disappear behind the door. Rich looked at me a little sheepishly and Wayne, smiling proudly, stood up wiping his mouth with his hand. His oddly curved cock jutted up at about a 10:00 o'clock angle. We just stood around listening to water running in the basin. Then Danny, whom I forgotten all about, walked up to the three of us and said, "Fuck. That was way better than any porno. Are you guys going to fuck her now?" He was still fully dressed. Apparently, he was content just to watch. From the bathroom, we heard Nancy's voice. "No, they're not going to fuck me. They've had enough fun with me for one night." Seconds later, she reemerged from the bathroom, still stark naked, and walked toward us daubing at her neck with a hand towel. Her pretty little breasts jiggled as she approached us. Sitting down on the side of the bed, she said (using her stern school-teacher voice), "Well, it looks like nearly everyone got off, even though that wasn't the point of what we were doing, was it?" Rich looked down at the floor like a naughty school boy. His body language seemed to say, "No ma'am. It wasn't the point. I'm so sorry." Wayne wasn't the least bit contrite, though. Gripping his cock, certainly the longest of the three of ours, he said, "I didn't get off. I got you off a couple of times, but I didn't get off." Danny started to say something but apparently decided to remain silent. Nancy gestured for Wayne to come over to where she sat. "Fair is fair," she said. "I guess I can return the favor. Then I really have to get to bed. By myself, that is, so I can sleep." Nancy gestured again to Wayne, indicating that he should lie down on the bed next to her. As soon as he was on his back, Nancy leaned over his long, hard cock and began teasing the purplish-red crown of it with her tongue. She did this for maybe three minutes as Wayne groaned and kept saying "Yes. Yes." As I watched, I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen again. She then proceeded to give Wayne a very thorough blow job. I retrieved the camera and got four great shots of her performing oral sex on him. The first was a close-up of the tip of her tongue licking the little ridge just under the crown of the cock. The second was of her taking maybe three inches of his cock into her mouth. The third was of her gripping his cock in her right hand as she licked his balls. The final one was of semen shooting out of the tip of his cock and splashing against her slightly open lips about an inch above it. As he shot cum up into Nancy's mouth, he said, "Here. Here it is. Here it is." It was an odd thing to say, I thought. Moments later, as she used the hand towel to wipe her mouth clean, Nancy announced that she'd decided to take me up on my offer to pay for her to stay in the room one more night. She went on to say that she'd hardly seen anything of Butte and hated just to drop in for one day. Putting their clothes back on, Wayne and Rich turned to me full of gratitude. "I'm glad you did that for her, Cal," said Wayne. "But, you know, she could've crashed at our place." Rich laughed. "No she couldn't. Our place is a pig sty. This is a whole lot better." "But the least thing we can do," continued Rich, "is to show you around Butte tomorrow. Would you like that?" "Sure," answered Nancy. "But don't you guys have to work or something?" She had gotten in bed and pulled the covers over herself. Wayne and Rich looked at each other. Then Wayne said, "I'm taking the day off tomorrow and Rich is unemployed. So that's not a problem. And we'd like to show you some out-of-town places, too. Maybe the Big Hole." Getting back into my clothes, I wondered vaguely what the Big Hole was. But what especially struck me was how quickly these guys could transition from horny bastards to tour guides. After another five minutes or so of conversation, Wayne, Rich, and Nancy agreed to meet at her room at 10:00 the next morning. Then, after saying good night to my wife, we found ourselves standing outside her (actually, our) door together. As we started walking down the hallway, Wayne was the first to speak. "Holy shit! I'm getting myself plenty of that tomorrow. That's super pussy! I don't usually like to eat pussy, but that's finger-lickin' good!" "I think we can all fuck her, don't you think?" Rich addressed this question to me, as though I had special knowledge of what Nancy might or might not do. Did he have any reason to suspect, I wondered, that I was her husband? "Maybe so," I answered. "I'd like a shot at her myself. I'm busy all day tomorrow, but maybe I could have her when you're done." Wayne laughed. "Trust me. I don't plan to be done with her very soon. By the time I am, I'm gonna own that pussy of hers. But maybe you can catch up with us when you get off work." This boasting of Wayne's was slightly annoying, but somehow listening to my wife being talked about like this was exciting to me. At some basic level, I liked it when other guys thought of my wife as a piece of ass. I liked being married to Nancy, but I also liked being married to a sex object, a gorgeous piece of ass. Besides, I couldn't deny that Wayne (who'd just had his tongue deep inside my wife's vagina) was in a position to speak pretty knowledgeably about her "pussy." The three of them got into Wayne's pick-up truck, a Ford, and Wayne apologized for not having room to give me a ride to my hotel. I told him this wasn't a problem because I wanted to walk the two blocks or so the Super 8 where they thought I was staying. I watched them drive off toward uptown Butte and immediately headed back to the room where my beautiful wife lay in bed waiting for me. My Wife's Montana Adventure Pt. 03 4. Nancy's Day Out The next day, Thursday, was a busy one for me. I managed to make it up to the college, have lunch with the hiring committee, talk to the department head, and give a sample lecture to a virtually empty classroom. It went pretty well, considering my distracted state of mind the whole time I was on campus. I was distracted because I couldn't stop thinking about Nancy spending the day with Wayne and Rich. They were supposed to pick her up at the motel about 10:00 a.m. and show her some of the sights in and around Butte. But I knew, because Wayne and Rich had plainly told me last night, that there was another agenda. I reminded Nancy about what Wayne and Rich had told me last night as they left: they definitely were planning to fuck her today. She just laughed, though, and said she expected there'd be some little grab-ass. After all, she'd pretty much given them permission to man-handle her last night. But she wouldn't allow anything like what happened during the photo shoot (blow jobs, cunt eating). After all, part of our deal was that I was to be included, either as watcher or participant, in whatever sex game she played. What was especially disquieting (but also exciting) to me, as I was about to leave for the college at around 9:30, was watching her getting dressed for her date with Wayne and Rich. For she had chosen to put on a pair of her shortest, tightest shorts and a white peasant blouse that was rather large on her. The blouse had a low scoop neck which was constantly in danger of gaping open. She was braless, of course, so I knew she'd probably be exposing her tits to her new friends and others whether she tried to or not. We kissed each other good-bye ("Knock 'em dead," she said) and agreed to meet for dinner at the restaurant adjoining the motel at about 5:30. She told me not to worry about Wayne and Rich ravishing her. She promised again that no real sex would occur unless I was present. And there'd be no further sex of any kind involving Wayne and Rich unless her day out with them went well. Driving to the college, I wasn't quite sure what "went well" might mean. Did she mean that she'd have nothing further to do with these guys if they became too sexually aggressive with her during the day? Did she mean that she might find them too boring or crazy to spend more time with? After all, she didn't know much about them beyond what they looked like naked and aroused. I got out of my last interview at about 4:30 and headed down the hill to our motel. I got there a few minutes before 5:00 and, after checking out the restaurant, went into the motel bar where we'd all spent some time last night. Nursing a beer, I called her cell phone. That is, I called her cell phone again. I'd tried earlier, at about 1:30, but she must've been somewhere where she couldn't receive. After several rings, she finally answered. There was a lot of background noise, loud thumping 70's rock n' roll I think, so she couldn't hear me at first. Then the music was turned off (it must've been a CD) and I heard her tell somebody to shut up. She knew it was me calling her, of course, but she pretended I was her mother. "Mom, I can't talk now. I'm in a car with some people and they're talking too loud. I'll call you back later tonight. Right now I'm getting ready to have dinner at the motel where I'm staying. OK?" "Sounds good," I answered. "I'll be hanging around the motel. See if you can get rid of the guys for a little while after you eat so we can talk and, you know." "OK, Mom, I'll talk to you later. I love you." As she rang off, I could make out male laughter in the background. The "I love you" was for me, of course. She was obviously having a very good time. Her "I love you" sounded to me a lot like "Thanks for not being jealous" or "Thanks for letting me have a good time acting single with a couple of horny guys." Actually, I was far from not being jealous. Nancy knows that jealousy is part of the rush I get from seeing her with other guys or, as now, just knowing that she's with other guys. I don't expect anyone with traditional, possessive ideas about marriage to understand. Anyway, I sat at the bar for quite a while waiting for Nancy and her friends to return. I passed the time drinking two beers and chatting with a very attractive bartendress. Every ten minutes or so I'd peer into the restaurant to see if they'd arrived yet. It wasn't until about 6:15 that I finally caught sight of them being seated in a booth in the restaurant. I decided not to join them, at least not right away, so returned to the bar. My stomach was churning slightly from the day's ordeal as job applicant and from anticipation of what might happen later on this, our last, night in Butte. As I finished my beer, I had a bowl or soup and a glass of water to settle my stomach. At about 6:45, I peeked back into the restaurant and noticed that Nancy, Wayne, and Rich were still eating dinner. Then I noticed something I hadn't earlier. Nancy had changed her top. She'd had on a loose peasant blouse when I'd left her this morning. Now she was wearing what looked like a man's blue work shirt. I wondered again: What had caused her to change tops? What happened to the peasant blouse? As I watched them finishing their meal (Nancy sitting next to Rich and opposite Wayne) I could tell that they were still having a pretty good time. Wayne and Rich were doing all the talking. Nancy was being a polite listener and laughing a lot at what they said. Several times I saw Rich put his arm around my wife and pull her into him. He looked a little drunk. Finally, Wayne and Rich stood up and let Nancy crawl out of the booth. Then Wayne walked up to the front of the restaurant where the cashier was. As he was paying the bill, Nancy began making her way toward the side exit (where I was standing) that led to the motel hallway. Rich stuck to her like glue. He had his arm around her waist as though trying to keep her from escaping. Then Wayne rejoined them in the little common area between the bar, the restaurant, and the motel hallway. Retreating slightly back into the bar, I was able to see them and overhear most of what they said. "So you guys will be back at around 9:00 o'clock?" Nancy asked. Thinking no one could see what he was doing, Rich lowered his hand to Nancy's ass and began caressing it. He mumbled something inaudible. "Not now!" said Nancy, removing his hand. "I've got to get some rest." Wayne asked, "What about that other guy, Cal. Is he going to be here, too?" "Well, I need a photographer. Otherwise, what's the point?" Rich laughed and said he had a point for her. Wayne pushed him aside and gave Nancy a big hug. "Never mind him. We'll see you later." Then he kissed her and, as he did, I watched his left hand disappear up the work shirt. He was obviously giving my wife's breasts a quick feeling up before he and his friend left. After a few seconds of this, she broke away from him and said, "Wayne! I'm tired! I've got to get some rest!" Then, more firmly, she said to both of them, "Nine o'clock. And please. No sooner, OK?" She turned then and began walking quickly down the hall toward her (our) room. The men's work shirt hung down so low that it covered her ass. As she walked away, it almost looked like the shirt was the only thing she was wearing. She turned, gave them a little wave, and continued walking down the hallway. Standing in the bar, I hoped that Wayne and Rich wouldn't decide to come in. I didn't want them to see me yet. I was relieved to see them go back into the restaurant and disappear out the front door. Just to make sure they were leaving, I walked through the restaurant and watched through a window as they climbed into Wayne's truck in the parking lot. Then they took off toward uptown. I quickly walked back to our room and, using my card-key, let myself in. The toilet was flushing as I entered the room and, seconds later, Nancy walked out of the bathroom and into my arms. She was stark naked. We stood hugging each other for a long time as I ran my hands up and down her body. Cupping her perfect ass cheeks in my hands, I leaned down and kissed her deeply. I let the fingers of my right hand wander into her crotch and felt how wet she was. I whispered in her ear, "I hope this isn't semen." "Of course it's not semen," she whispered back. "But I've been pretty wet down there most of the day." I picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the bed where she'd posed with us three guys last night. This morning we'd left the bed rumpled from our group activity and the brief fucking I'd given her after the other two guys had gone home. But housekeeping had made it up again. I stripped off my clothes and lay down next to her. "Are you really tired?" I asked her. "As a matter of fact, I am. I think I smoked too much pot today. I didn't know those guys were such pot-heads. But I had a lot of fun today, even though some of it's kind of blurry." "Are you going to tell me how you lost your top and ended up with a guy's shirt?" Nancy laughed, a little confusedly. It was clear that she was still stoned. "Well, that's sort of an interesting story. It was just a cheap top, anyway." I waited for her to continue, all sorts of wild images going through my head. "Let me try to tell you about the whole day. That way, the incident involving my top will make more sense." She laughed again, for no apparent reason. I mumbled my consent. "They picked me up about an hour after you left for the college, apologizing for being late. We got into Wayne's truck, which has a bench seat so it wasn't too cramped. First we stopped at a place called Rocker and had breakfast. Then, I think, he drove south of town on the freeway for a few miles and turned off on a road near a place called Divide." "They call them "interstates" up here not "freeways," I said. "Some guy up at the college corrected me today." "Anyway," she continued, "at around noon we stopped at a pull-out by the Big Hole River, which is really beautiful." She went on for almost a minute describing the beauty of the place until I got her mind back on to the narrative I was interested in. "We got out and walked around for a while," she continued. "I'd brought our camera, so I had them take some shots of me. You know, a few more shots for my S.O.B. husband. Wayne took most of them. He really got into posing me, mostly by myself but several with Rich, too. You'll see that they're pretty tame shots. You know, mostly R-rated glamour shots. Me with my blouse falling open. That sort of thing." "What about the ones with Rich?" "All the shots, except a few I deleted because they were messed up, are in the camera. Would you like to see them now?" She sat up and started to get off the bed. I stopped her and told her I could wait. There was plenty of time to look at the photos later. I asked her to go on describing her day. "Well," she continued, "at this place by the Big Hole River Wayne took several of me with Rich where I was sitting on his lap at a picnic table. Then there was one with Rich standing behind me holding my breasts. And he kept lifting my top and exposing my breasts for the camera." "But you still had your top on?" "Oh, yes. That didn't come off till we got to Wayne's friend's trailer. That was in a little place on the river called Dewey. We stopped at the bar there for some drinks and Wayne's friend has a trailer behind the bar. He invited us back there so we could smoke some dope." "So you four sat around breaking Montana law. What happened next?" "I became very relaxed. I guess I still am. We smoked some really amazing stuff. Then Rich started coming on to me. He began feeling me up a lot and kissing me. I told him I didn't want to have sex with him and he backed off. Then Wayne asked if he could take some topless shots of me." "And, of course, you said yes." "Well, I'd already given them full access to my body last night, so it didn't make much sense to suddenly go all prudish on them. So, yes, I took off my top for some poses. Wayne's friend, his name is either Jerry or Terry, volunteered to shoot the pictures." "What was he like?" She frowned, as though the very thought of him was distasteful. "He's kind of raunchy, like a biker maybe. His hair is long and greasy looking. And he's got a big beer gut. He turned out to be an unpleasant bastard." I lay next to her waiting for her to continue. She seemed on the verge of saying more about Jerry or Terry, but didn't. So I prodded her. "What was unpleasant about him?" "I'll get to that in a minute, but what first struck me was that he had the ugliest laugh I'd ever heard. Wayne and Rich joked around a lot, and laughed a lot, too. But their laughing was normal. Appropriate, considering how stoned we were. When the other guy laughed, well, it just made me uncomfortable." "So, anyway, this unpleasant guy took some pictures. What poses did you do?" "After I took my top off, so all I was wearing was that little pair of shorts, the biker-looking guy had me lie on my back across Rich's and Wayne's laps. They were sitting next to each other on the couch. He took shots of both of them playing with my tits and teasing my nipples. Then he had me crawl over to each of them and sort of offer my breasts to them. I put my nipples into their mouths and let them kiss and suck them. He took several shots of that. Rich kept talking about how my husband would love those shots and the biker-guy just kept laughing that nasty laugh of his." "So all the action was above the waist?" I asked. I was getting very hard listening to my wife describe the scene in the trailer. Noticing this, Nancy gripped my cock gently and began stroking it. "Well, mostly. At least at first. But as I was letting Rich suck my nipples, Wayne reached around me and managed to unbutton my shorts and pull them down to my upper thighs. I had on the same panties I wore yesterday, so I was still slightly covered. If they hadn't gotten me so high, I wouldn't have allowed him to do it. But I did." Damn!" I said. "Those guys had you down to those panties? They don't cover anything. You might as well have been naked!" I was becoming very aroused. She looked at me very seriously. "That's not quite right. They're actually better than nothing. When I wear those tight shorts without panties, they grab my crotch and irritate me. That little bit of cloth down there kept my crotch from hurting." "But your whole ass was bare to them, right?" "Yes, I guess it was. Rich and Wayne had seen all of me last night, but it was new to the biker guy. He asked me to pose on my knees on the floor then. I was stoned enough to do it." "So he had you on the floor with just those g-string panties on? What happened to your shorts?" "They were sort of gathered at my knees, I think." "So how did he pose you?" Nancy looked a little dazed. "He had me spread my legs and stick my ass in the air, but you know, I'm not sure if I can remember everything. Everybody was acting pretty crazy and I was in there with them for almost two hours. And it wasn't just the biker guy. They took turns arranging me in various ways. I know pretty soon my shorts were gone. But they never got me all the way out of my panties." My cock, which Nancy held in her right hand, was by now throbbing with excitement. Seeking relief, I pulled my still-stoned wife over on top of me so she was straddling me with her upper body slumped against my chest. Reaching down with my hand, I guided my cock up into that wonderful cunt of hers. She gave a little gasp and said, "Oh, God, that feels so good." I began slowly thrusting my cock in and out of her. She remained pretty still, almost limp, for several minutes. But the feeling of her cunt surrounding my hard cock was wonderful. "Keep talking. Tell me more about what happened in the trailer," I whispered to her. At first, she didn't say anything. Instead, she repositioned her body slightly so she could fuck me more actively. When she resumed speaking, her words came irregularly and breathlessly because she was becoming more and more aroused. "I can't remember everything. . . You know, there was a lot of just sitting around and smoking . . . But I remember once Rich somehow got me upside down so my shoulders were against the floor and he was eating my cunt . . . He'd pulled my panties aside . . . Then, later I think, somebody else actually stuck a finger in my ass and . . . Oh, God, Cal . . . I couldn't help it . . . They made me cum." "Tell me," I said, "did anybody fuck you?" "Oh, Cal, that's feeling too good! No. I mean Rich had his cock out and tried to put it in me . . . I mean he had the head of it sort of against my . . . But I told him no . . . He wanted to but I wouldn't let him." She then raised her upper body and began fucking me more rapidly and forcefully. About thirty seconds later, she looked me in the eyes and announced, "Cal! Oh, God! I have to cum again now. Oh, shit. I'm cumming! Oh, God. I love your cock so deep inside me! I love it. I love you." My beautiful, multi-orgasmic wife surprised me. I thought I'd get off first. But, as it was, I was only a few seconds behind her. Thrusting into her and into her some more, I had an incredible orgasm deep inside her. Afterwards, she just lay on me for a few minutes as we recovered. I felt my cock go limp inside her. Finally, I rolled her off me and we lay facing each other. We embraced and kissed for several more minutes before I checked the time on my wrist-watch. It was already 7:30. "The guys are going to be here in less than two hours. Are you ready for them? Or have you had enough?" Nancy sighed and said, "Just let me relax a little, OK? I don't really want to think about them right now." I reached down between her legs and felt my semen oozing out of her cunt. She winced a little as I touched her clitoris. She lay back then on her back and closed her eyes. Finally, she said, "To tell you the truth, the idea of dealing with both of those guys at once isn't too appealing. Rich, especially, was starting to get on my nerves today. He's a bit too much. Too talky, too immature maybe, though I don't know why that should matter." "And," she continued, "that gets to what happened to my top. I wanted to get dressed and, after I got my shorts back on I tried to get my top back from Rich. But he and the biker guy got into the stupid tug-of-war with it. They ended up ripping it in half. I was really pissed at them but they both just laughed. Wayne had an extra work shirt in his truck, so he went out and got it for me." "No wonder you were pissed off. So would you like to call it off?" I asked. "Or were you still planning on fucking them, sort of the way it was on the Reno trip?" "Like I said, I don't like the idea of fucking both of them. I came to like Wayne, though. He's not so assertive. I could fuck him using, you know, that wife-getting-even-with-her-cheating-husband pretext." Then she looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "Would that be OK? Do you think I've had enough casual sex for this trip or could you put up with me fucking Wayne while you took photos?" The same old conflict arose in me. At one level, I hated the idea of my wife having sex with another guy. On a deeper level, the idea was almost irresistible to me. I didn't answer right away and Nancy apparently interpreted my silence for non-consent. "Cal, should I call up Wayne and tell him everything's off tonight? He gave me his cell phone number." I pulled her to me and kissed her again. "Why don't you call Wayne and see if he can get rid of Rich and come over here by himself? Do you think he could manage that?" Nancy jumped up and walked over to the room phone. After checking out the dial-out code, she called Wayne's number. "I don't want to call him from my cell," she explained. "He doesn't need to know my number." I watched her standing there stark naked waiting for Wayne to answer. What had I done to deserve a wife with a perfect body and a mind as dirty and conspiratorial as mine? My Wife's Montana Adventure Pt. 03 I stood up and walked over to where she stood holding the phone to her ear. Standing behind her, I cupped her high, firm breasts in my hands. Then I heard him answer. He asked her how she felt. How she'd liked the pot. "It was really good stuff. But I'm back to myself now," she answered. "Are you still on for 9:00 o'clock?" He said yes. He and Rich would be over then. Was she ready for them? I heard him give a sort of dirty laugh. Then she laid it out plainly for him. "Wayne, I don't want you to bring Rich with you. It gets too complicated with him around. He's too demanding, too tiring. Can you make up a story about me canceling our thing and just come by yourself?" I heard him say yes, he could do that. He'd like to have her to himself, anyway. Besides, he enjoyed putting one over on his roommate. "Well, you won't have me completely to yourself. Cal will be here. He agreed to photograph what we do. Is that OK with you? Remember, getting photos to show to my husband is mostly what this is about, and you said you didn't mind before." I heard him say he guessed it would OK. It would be better without Cal, but he could live with the situation. "Then I'll see you at 9:00 o'clock. By yourself. We can have a little fun before I take off back to Utah tomorrow. I'll get a hold of Cal and tell him to come over then, too." As she said she'd get a hold of me, she reached back with her free hand and grabbed my cock. I stifled a laugh as she hung up the phone. We took another shower together (Nancy taking special care to rinse my semen out of her cunt), got dressed, and (at about 8:15) walked down the hallway to the bar to wait for Wayne. On a whim, she decided to wear her sandals, Wayne's work shirt, and nothing else. Since the shirt fell a few inches below her ass, she was decent so long as she stood and sat carefully. 5. Wayne Pays a Visit We sat down with our drinks at one of the tables. As for what would happen between Wayne and her, I was pretty relaxed about it. I was willing to wait and see. But for some reason, Nancy suddenly wanted to discuss it with me. "So, let's go over this one more time before he gets here," she said. "I know he'll want to go all the way and fuck me. Is it really all right with you?" I said it was and asked her if she was having second thoughts. "Not exactly," she answered. "Wayne seems like a nice enough guy, and I think he's physically attractive. And, you know, I don't feel guilty about having sex with various guys. In fact, it's been great fun. Sometimes I wonder, though, if I might be carrying this sexual liberation thing a little too far, and, well, sometimes I wonder what sort of a woman I'm becoming." "Adventurous? Daring? Free, maybe?" I offered. "Because I think you're all those things." Nancy laughed and squeezed my arm affectionately. "Thanks, darling, but we both know that most people would use less kind words to describe me. 'Slut' comes to mind. It's not that I care much what others say about me, especially people in Butte, Montana. It's just this uneasy feeling I have about being unsure of my own boundaries. I can't get over the fact that a few hours ago I was stark naked in a trailer being man-handled by three guys I hardly even know. I'm not sure I have any boundaries left, and that concerns me a little." I tried to reassure her. "It depends on how you look at it, I guess. We've been married almost ten years now. During that time you've fooled around with a lot of guys, like those three earlier today. But you've only actually fucked five of them. That's about one every two years, on average. That shows at least some restraint." Nancy smiled at me. "Now that's a ridiculous misuse of statistics, if I ever heard it. In the first four years of our marriage, I was totally monogamous. And we both know it's escalated recently. The fucking, I mean." "Again, not quite true. Don't forget, it's been almost eight months since you fucked Tom and Jason in Reno." "OK, I suppose you're right. There are worse sluts than me around, I'm sure. But, tell me, do you want my session with Wayne to be 'anything goes' or are there any limits you'd like to impose?" "Do you have a condom?" I asked. "Two, actually, in case the camera-man needs one. You know, just for show. Wayne definitely has to use one. And I've got about half a tube a KY jelly, too." "Then I guess anything goes." I knew what she was thinking. She was asking me indirectly if anal sex would be all right. Just then, Wayne walked into the bar. He bought a beer at the bar and joined us at our table. He had an annoyingly knowing smile on his face. He looked a lot more cocky than I would've preferred. What he'd said to me yesterday ("I'm gonna own that pussy of hers") suddenly came back to me and I had, momentarily, a sinking feeling. Nancy might consider him "a pretty nice guy," but I wasn't sure just then that I agreed. After about twenty minutes in the bar, during which time Nancy teasingly let Wayne see that she was nude except for his shirt, the three of us headed for the motel room. In the room, the first thing Nancy did was to turn the television to one of the music channels, one that played jazz standards. Then she turned off all the lights in the room except for the one by the bed on which I'd fucked her about two hours earlier and sat down on it. Wayne looked at me, standing with the camera ready in the middle of room, and made a suggestion. "I wonder if you could give Nancy and me a chance to sort of get started without being watched. I hate to say it, but I'm a little bit self-conscious." "Where would you like to have me go?" I asked. Nancy answered for him. "Maybe, if I give you my card-key, you could wait outside the room for a while. Then, after a little bit, you could let yourself back in to take some shots. That would give us time to get through the awkwardness and, even though we'd know it when you came back in the room to take photos, we could pretend you weren't there. It might make for more natural photos." This peculiar display of shyness on Wayne's part, and Nancy's unexpected remedy for it, struck me as pretty odd. I mean, Wayne hadn't been shy about having Nancy suck him off in front of the rest of us yesterday. What was so different about this situation? Another oddity was that he'd seemed so arrogantly self-confident in the bar just minutes earlier. But I decided to play along with it. After all, she'd been in all kinds of sexual situations with Wayne and his friends virtually all day without my being there to watch them. A few minutes more of it would be tolerable. Nancy handed me her card-key to (which was just like my card-key, of course) and walked over to Wayne, who was sitting in a straight-back chair. She lowered herself into his lap, put her arms around his neck, and pecked him on the cheek. Then she smiled at me and said, "Give us about ten minutes, OK?" I let myself out and just stood in the hallway, uncertain what to do. Putting my ear up to the door, all I could hear was music from the TV. A man and woman three doors down came out of their room just then, and I thought the husband looked at me suspiciously. Not wanting to have to explain to anyone why I was standing in the hallway, I decided to walk down to the bar. Damn! I'd really like to see what my wife and Wayne were doing! Nancy asked me to give them ten minutes. I wondered how long I should actually give them. Ten minutes seemed like a long time! I ordered a beer at the bar and drank it in several gulps. Looking at my watch, I saw that only about eight minutes had passed since I'd left my wife and Wayne alone together. Were they on one of the beds? On the floor? Was there some kind of foreplay going on or had Wayne already climbed on her and begun fucking her? The speculation was killing me. Just as I was about to go back to the room, a male voice addressed me from behind. "Hello, Dr. [using my last name]. That is you, isn't it?" Turning around, I discovered a pudgy little guy, in his late twenties probably. Then I recognized him from my mock lecture earlier in the day. He'd introduced himself then as a graduate student at the college whom faculty members had dragged in to listen to the lecture and offer an opinion of my presentation. I shook his hand and he gave me his name again. Paul something. "I thought your lecture was really great. I'd never given much thought to polling validation theories [the subject of my lecture] before. I sure hope you get the job. We need some younger professors like you around." Paul was trying to be kind, a good though inadvertent host. But I really, really didn't have time for him. My mind was down the hall, in the room with my beautiful wife and a horny, large-cocked guy who didn't give a shit about polling validation theories. Large cocked? It was then that another torturing thought entered my mind. In choosing to fuck only one of the two guys she'd fooled around with all day, she'd chosen the one with the biggest dick. The one with a dick bigger than mine. Was this just an accident? "Can I buy you another drink?" asked Paul. "I'd like to fill you in on some things about the college you're not likely to hear from the faculty." He smiled at me conspiratorially. I emphatically refused another drink, of course. The image of my wife, naked except for Wayne's work shirt and smiling at me as she sat in his lap, was burned into my brain. There she was about to give her gorgeous body to this guy, partially for my benefit, and this bore was trying to draw me into conversation. "I've really got to go, Paul," I said. "My wife and I are getting ready to leave tomorrow and she needs my help packing." He slapped me on the back and said, "Why don't you get her to take a break and ask her to come down here for a drink. I'd like to meet her, too. So would my wife. That's her, sitting over at that table." He pointed out a rather chunky woman with big hair. She waved at us and smiled. Paul went on: "I was just telling my wife, Caroline, about your lecture and how I was going to tell the faculty committee how much I liked it. She's not a student, but she's really intelligent. She reads a lot." He dragged me over to meet Caroline. My head was beginning to throb with anxiety about what might be happening down the hallway in our room, but I decided to give this bore just a few minutes. After all, if I really wanted this job, his recommendation might actually mean something. I shook Caroline's pudgy hand. She said something inane about how great a place Butte is and what a great place it is to raise kids in. I scarcely listened to her, though. The image, from last night, of Nancy greedily sucking Wayne's cock, the image of her taking that large, curved cock into her mouth until he shot cum up against her lips, was foremost in my mind. Could that be happening right now, at the very moment I was being waylaid by Paul and Caroline? Caroline asked me something. I wasn't listening to her, so I had to ask her to repeat the question. "I said, why are you carrying a camera? Are you taking pictures of Butte?" "Now, don't be nosey, dear," said Paul, pulling a chair out from the table for me. I explained that I really had to go, so I couldn't sit down. I told Paul and Caroline that it was good to meet them, that I hoped I got the job, that perhaps Caroline could take a class with me, that my wife and I didn't have any children but we might if we moved to such a nice town. I said these things, and another minute or so of sheer bullshit designed to extricate myself from this couple from hell without making myself disagreeable. As a final placating gesture, I asked Paul and Caroline to pose for a photo. They hugged each other and grinned up at me. I said good-bye and started to leave the bar. But Paul asked me if I'd mind sending them, via e-mail, the shot I'd just taken. So I had to wait for him to write their e-mail address down on a bar napkin. It seemed to take him forever to scrawl the address down. Actually, he had to do it twice. The first time, he tore the napkin, so he had to write in on a second one. I snatched the napkin from his hand, smiled weakly at the two of them, and almost ran out of the bar and down the hallway. Glancing at my wrist watch, I saw that it had been almost thirty minutes since I'd left Wayne and my wife alone in our room! Slightly out of breath from running up the hallway, I opened the door as quietly as I could and, clutching the camera, stepped inside. As I mentioned earlier, the only light on in the room was the one by the bed at the farthest end of the room. And on that bed, nicely lighted by the lamp, were Wayne and my wife, both completely naked. She was on her back with her legs in the air. He was between her legs, supporting his upper body on his arms and driving his cock powerfully in and out of her cunt. Damn! This guy wasted no time. Neither seemed to have noticed me enter the room and approach them. As I neared the bed, I could clearly hear (just under the Miles Davis music playing) the slapping sound his body was making as he pistoned in and out of her. She had her eyes closed ecstatically and was making little whining or yelping noises as he fucked her. Finally, after watching this for about thirty seconds, I raised the camera and took a side shot of them. The flash caused Nancy to roll her head toward me and utter, in apparent surprise, "Oh, Cal!" Wayne looked sideways at me, too, but he had a big cocky grin on his face. He didn't stop fucking my wife but slowed the pace way down. I took another shot, this time just of his grinning face. I wanted to have an image of the face which I came very close to smashing with my fist. For he'd obviously punked me with that self-conscious act earlier. Also, I wanted another image (among numerous others I had in still photos and videos) of the great pleasure another man had experienced while having sex with my beautiful wife. It would be yet another reminder of how lucky I was to enjoy this beautiful, sexy woman anytime I wanted. Nancy decided, just then, to put a momentary stop to it. She pushed Wayne off her and sat up. I was relieved to see that while he'd worked very quickly he had remembered to put on a condom. His cock, glistening with my wife's cunt juices, seemed even larger than before. "Cal," said Nancy, "I thought you were coming right back. We weren't going to go this far, but we couldn't help it. We just got carried away. Actually, though, we've only been doing it for a few minutes." "Sorry. I was unavoidably detained. I thought I might get some foreplay shots, but it looks like it's too late for that. Foreplay shots leading to intercourse would've helped tell a little photographic story for your husband." "Well," said Wayne, "we actually did the foreplay. You just weren't here to shoot it. Then she made me put this damned rubber on." "We could do more foreplay, though," said Nancy. "I'd like to have some more proof for that bastard that I'm not a Goodie Two-Shoes. I want him to know he's not the only one who's sexually liberated." Then, turning to Wayne, she told him to remove the condom. When they got back to fucking, she had another one for him to put on. He did as asked and lay back on the bed, holding his cock in his right hand. Nancy smiled up at me and said, "Why don't you go ahead and pose us in various shots. The raunchier the better. I want John to know how uninhibited his sweet little wife really is." I put down the camera and laid Nancy back on the bed with her legs spread and her knees slightly up. I couldn't resist running my fingers along her cunt lips to feel how moist she was. Then I asked Wayne to spend a few minutes kissing her body. I told him to take his time, to start with her face and work down to her cunt. "You mean just like I did before you got here?" he asked. I had to suppress another urge to smash him. He then crawled on top of Nancy and gave her some perfunctory pecks on the face before moving his mouth down to her breasts. He followed my instructions perfectly, spending almost a minute kissing, licking, and sucking her nipples. They were already erect, stimulated no doubt by the brief fucking he'd just given her, but Wayne soon had them even more distended and darker pink. Nancy moaned with pleasure as his mouth did its work. My cock stiffened as I took these shots. I didn't know how long I could remain merely the photographer. Wayne then moved his body down to the foot of the bed so that his feet dangled off the end and his head was just above my wife's crotch. He started to eat her cunt, but I stopped him. "Wait a second. We need a better shot of her cunt. Put a pillow under her butt before you eat her, OK?" Nancy reached behind her head, grabbed a pillow, and passed it down to Wayne. He rolled over on his left elbow as she arched her back. He slid the pillow under her ass. He looked up at me and asked, "How's this?" "Gorgeous. She looks totally edible." Saying this, I climbed up on the bed next to them and aimed the camera down at Nancy's crotch. "Now, Wayne, spread those cunt lips wide open for me." I said. Leaning forward and using his thumbs, Wayne did as told. "Now let me get a few close shots of your fingers doing things to he cunt. You know, touching her clit, pulling her apart, finger-fucking her. But don't rush through it. Go really slow." As soon as he began fingering her, Nancy began groaning with pleasure. I took quite a few shots of my wife's slippery-wet cunt being pulled in different directions, fingered, pulled open and squeezed shut. I got several shots of Wayne teasing her now swollen clitoris by tweaking it and pinching it between his index finger and thumb. Nancy gasped and said,"Oh, God, Wayne, not too rough! I'm really sensitive there." "Do you want me to stop?" asked Wayne, easing up a little on her clitoris. "Oh, no. Don't stop. Just don't pinch it hard like you were doing. Oh, that's good. Yes, like that." Then, about ten seconds later, Nancy began quietly pleading with him: "Please, can you kiss me there now? I want to feel your mouth and your tongue down there. Please?" He didn't need to be asked twice. Pressing his shoulders up against her thighs, he practically dove into her cunt. There was a loud slurping noise as he began licking and sucking her cunt. I had a hard time getting a good shot past Wayne's head to see exactly what he was doing, so I took some shots of Nancy responding to him. At first (muttering "Oh, yes. God, oh yes!"), she raised her head up and looked down her body to watch him eating her. Then (still muttering) she lay back, closed her eyes, and began rolling her head slowly from side to side in something that looked close to ecstasy. My cock was getting uncomfortable in my pants so I stopped shooting long enough to take them off. Then I removed my briefs. I looked down at my hard-on appreciatively. It wasn't quite as long as Wayne's, but it would definitely do. Wayne noticed what I'd done and asked me if I wanted to fuck her now. That was big of him. Was he giving me permission to fuck my own wife? "Not right now," I said, picking the camera back up. "I just needed to give it some air." He started to go back to eating her cunt, but I had another idea. "Flip her over, Wayne. Let's get some shots of her on her knees with her ass in the air. Her husband needs to see some shots of a guy enjoying that beautiful and unappreciated rear end of hers." As soon as Wayne released her legs, Nancy turned over and assumed the position. Catching my eye, she gave me a look that seemed to say "Are you sure this is what you want? Do you know where this is going?" Wayne crawled up behind Nancy. "What do you mean by enjoying her rear end?" he asked. "Do you mean stick it in her ass?" My Wife's Montana Adventure Pt. 03 "No. I mean, that's up to her. What I meant was I'd like a shot of you maybe licking her cunt from behind. Something like that. But she's got a cute little asshole, too. I'd like to get that in the pictures." Wayne bent down as low as he could and, awkwardly, leaned in and gave her cunt several little licks. I took a shot of it. Then he turned to me and said, "This isn't working. What if I get under her facing the other way and eat her cunt that way? You know, a 69." I told him to give it a try. He quickly lay down with his feet toward the head-board. Nancy crawled over his body until her cunt, which was very wet and slightly red from the fucking she'd received while I was in the bar, was a few tantalizing inches above his head. I took up a position at the foot of the bed and took several close-ups of Wayne spreading my wife's ass cheeks apart with his thumbs as she slowly brought her cunt down to his mouth. Soon his tongue was darting in and out and all around her cunt. I snapped maybe six shots of this. Nancy, meanwhile, had already taken the first few inches of Wayne's cock into her mouth. I moved slightly to the side to get a better angle of her cock-sucking. She held Wayne's cock firmly at its base in her right hand and slowly rode it up and down with her mouth. Her hair had fallen to the side I was shooting from so my view was partially obstructed. Sensing this, perhaps, she removed the big cock from her mouth long enough to toss her hair to the other side. Then she got back to it with a vengeance. I got several more excellent, cock-sucking photos before she lifted her head up and announced that she was about to cum. "Oh, my God! Yes, Wayne! Eat me like that! Yes, like that!" As Nancy squealed with pleasure, I moved quickly back to the foot of the bed to see what he was doing. He was holding her cunt wide open with his fingers and lashing her clitoris rapidly back and forth with the tip of tongue. Then, right at the peak of her orgasm, I watched him stick his tongue as far up her cunt as it would go and move it around. This seemed to prolong my wife's orgasm. The guy really knew his stuff. Nancy, taking a few seconds to recover, rolled off of Wayne's body and proclaimed that she wanted to be fucked now. Her words were, "I really need it now. I want you to give it to me. I don't even care about the photos now. I just want you to fuck me with your big cock now." She got off the bed, ran over to where her purse was, and got the other condom she'd brought with her. She handed it to Wayne, who had stood up by the bed when she got off it. A took a shot of him as he quickly rolled the condom over his saliva-covered cock. Nancy climbed on the bed and again assumed the ass-in-the-air position. Wayne reached under her mid-section and pulled her body back so that her ass extended slightly over the end of the bed. He obviously wanted to fuck her from the back while standing. She looked back at him over her shoulder and pressed her upper body down flat against the bed.. "Oh, God, Wayne. Please put it in now!" It was as though she'd forgotten I was in the room. Wayne hadn't, though. Grinning sideways at me, he said, "She really loves it, doesn't she?" Then, gripping her narrow waist, he abruptly buried his cock, all of it, inside my wife's cunt. She responded with a sort of full-body quiver and a low whimper. At first, Wayne just held his big cock still inside her. When he began driving it in and out of her, though, her whimpering changed into a more full-throated "Ohhh. Ohhh!" Wayne was a very athletic fucker and with each forward thrust there was a loud slapping noise. I took shot after shot as Nancy began building to another orgasm. It took about five minutes of hard fucking to get her there, but when it came she was very vocal. The "Ohhhh"s were so loud I'm sure people in adjoining rooms could hear them. As she orgasmed, Wayne stopped thrusting and pulled his cock out of her. She lay recovering in a fetal position for almost a minute. I took two shots of her lying like this on the bed. They were oddly like art shots, almost abstract studies in light and shadows. Then, impatient for more fucking, Wayne pulled her up to her knees again and crawled up behind her. He gradually fed his cock into her again and started rocking back and forth. At first, Nancy was non-responsive, as though numb from hard fucking she'd just received. Then, as Wayne continued pounding in and out of her, I saw that she was pushing her butt back against him, trying to take him even deeper inside her. Leaning forward with the side of her head pressed against the bed, she had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. She was loving it. I took several shots of her face registering intense pleasure as Wayne fucked her dog-style. Then I noticed that my camera was running out of battery. I'd taken enough shots, anyway, so it didn't matter. Setting the camera down, I just sat down in a chair and watched for the next half hour as Wayne fucked my wife dog-style, missionary, and dog-style again. I moved the chair to different locations around the bed to get the best views. The second time he fucked her dog-style, though, something was definitely different. I noticed that, this time, Wayne hesitated as he held his cock up against my wife's ass cheeks. Leaning forward, he asked her something in a voice too low for me to hear and I saw Nancy look back at him. This look must have meant permission to him because over the next five or ten seconds he slowly inserted his long cock into my wife's asshole! Sitting in the chair watching this and stroking my cock, I paid special attention to Nancy's reaction (gritting her teeth, her eyes wide open expressing anxiety). Was he hurting her? Was she going to allow him to continue sodomizing her? Was the cock too big to take up her asshole? I knew he'd stop if she wanted him to, and if he didn't I'd make sure he did. But she didn't complain. In fact, over the next thirty seconds or so, it was clear that she liked what Wayne was doing to her. Then, as he began sliding his cock in and out of her asshole, she began to show signs of intense pleasure. He pleasure seemed to grow over the next several minutes as he increased the pace of his thrusting. Nancy's little whimpering sounds gave way to loud groans interspersed with utterances. "Oh, yes, fuck my ass! I need it in the ass like that! Fuck me! Fuck me!" That's when I had an accident. Stroking my cock as I watched my beautiful wife being sodomized by a virtual stranger (and clearly loving every minute of it), I ejaculated all over my shirt. There wasn't a lot of semen since I'd fucked her only a few hours earlier, but it felt wonderful. Wayne kept ass-fucking Nancy for another five minutes, maybe, before he threw back his head and made an animalistic grunting noise. As he came, he shoved his cock as deep into her ass as it would go and clinched his ass muscles several times. Sensing his orgasm, Nancy, who'd reached back and was fingering her clitoris, came yet again. It wasn't a very large one, apparently, but how many did this make in one day? Wayne finally pulled his already softening cock out of her ass, climbed off the bed, and walked into the bathroom. I stood up, too, and got several pieces of tissue paper from the bed stand. I used one to wipe off my shirt and gave several to Nancy so she could wipe her butt. She showed me the tissue when she was done and said, "Look. No mess. I was worried that it would make a mess." I leaned over the bed and gave her a big kiss. "See if you can get rid of this guy in a hurry, OK?" I heard the toilet flush and soon Wayne, his cock uncondomed, joined us. As he approached, Nancy crawled under the covers and pulled them up to her chin. Wayne jumped on the bed and started to climb under the covers with her. Nancy stopped him. "You've had your way with me. Now it's time for both of you to leave me alone for the night to think about how good you made me feel and to sleep." Wayne was genuinely disappointed. "I thought I could spend the night with you. Are you sure I can't?" "Nope. Give me a kiss and go back to your girlfriend. Tell her I think she's one lucky girl." I'd already put my pants back on as though I was about to leave. But I sat back down to make sure Wayne left with me. After five minutes of whining and complaining, Wayne finally got his clothes back on and was ready to go. He seemed to want me to leave first so he could make a final appeal to Nancy, but I didn't cooperate with him. So, about thirty minutes after pulling his cock out of my wife, he and I left the room together. I walked him out to his truck and saw him drive off. Then I went back to the room and found that my well-fucked wife was almost asleep. I stripped down and crawled into bed with her. "Oh, Cal," she whispered to me. "I'm afraid I let him go too far. I really didn't plan on that last thing." "It's OK," I whispered back to her. "Did you have a good time?" She hesitated, then said, "I think so. This whole day has been like a dream to me. Nothing has seemed quite real. I can't believe I let Wayne fuck me in the ass. Are you sure you don't mind?" I assured her that I didn't. "I can't wait to get back to Berkeley," she continued. "This has been way too wacky. I need to go back to slightly tamer adventures. Or no adventures at all for a while." I put my hand down between her legs to feel her cunt. She flinched, so I pulled it away. "I think I'm a little raw in my vagina. That guy was really big, wasn't he? I might need a day or so to recover. My ass feels OK, though. All that hard fucking was pretty exciting, but I think I prefer a less aggressive fucker, someone like you." She kissed me and asked, as an afterthought, "By the way, do you think you'll get the job here?" I answered her pretty fully, telling her all that had happened at the college while she'd been on her outing with the guys. But I gave up the narrative after about five minutes. She had fallen asleep. The next morning we caught our flight back to Berkeley by way of Salt Lake City. It was good to be home again. And I knew last night's talk about having no more adventures for a while would dissolve as soon as we sat down to look at the photos that were taken of her.