A Wild Trip To Bozeman Pt. 01

We were traveling to Montana to spend some time with an old friend of my wife's. We were alone without the kids because they had been spending the Summer Month in Texas with their grandparents, (my wife's parents). They had planned to take them to Europe with them. So we took advantage of the freedom to visit my wife's friend Renee.

We live in California, so whenever we went to Montana we made it a habit of driving through Yellowstone Park. That year we spent two days at the Old faithful Inn lodge as we checked out most of the sites. The day began with us checking out of our room early in the morning about 8:30. We figured we could check out a few places in West Yellowstone and get some souvenirs there for the kids before we got on the road to Bozeman. The trip would be a 90 miles through the canyon to and we figure to be checking into the Motel by noon at the latest..

After buying a few souvenirs, get a bite to eat, and then got driving to Bozeman. I remember our A/C was on the fritz, but figured we could sweat it out till we got to Bozeman for a mechanic to check it out. It wasn't real hot, but hot enough to make the ride sweaty and more miserable than we expected. By the time we left West Yellowstone it was almost 1:00 pm. It's a long two way road through the canyon, and most the way you can't drive more than 20 mph, so we figured ti be in Bozeman by 3:00 or 4:00 at the latest.

As I drove I kept looking over at my wife, who was looking real sexy in her sundress barely clinging to her braless breasts. She must have noticed me looking, because she started running her hand on my thigh as she scooted closer to me. I put an arm around her and began slowly running my fingers over her breast and nipple. The harder her nipple got, the closer her hand moved to my crotch.

All of a sudden I heard a hone honk that took my mind away from what we were doing and I realized I was driving like 20 miles and hour with a couple cars behind us who's drivers were obviously upset with the granny driver in front of them.

I decided to pull over into a rest area that is used for fishing access to park the car. No sooner did I turn off the car and my wife and I were ravaging each other. It was so sweet. We had not been able to do this in over 8 years. Not since before our oldest child was born. We were hot, sweaty, and all we could think about was getting it on.

My wife opened the door and teased me by telling me if I want some, I better grab a blanket. I reached into the back seat and made a mess of everything we had neatly packed. I found a corner of the blanket that was used to cover the seat because of a big rip in it and just pulled until it came free and everything ended upside down as I rushed out the door with the blanket in my hand.

I slammed the door shut and looked around to find her. I saw her on the bank of the river looking out to some guy fly-fishing about 100 feet down the river. I walked up behind her, and wrapped the blanket around her. She grabbed the sides of it and I stood behind her with my raging hard pressing against her ass. As she held the blanket I began pulling down the zipper on her dress. She turned her head and asked what are we going to do if that guy sees us.

I kissed her lips in an awkward angle and told her I guess he will get a chance to watch me fish also. She giggled as she let go of the blanket. As it dropped to the ground she turned towards me and dropped her arms down at her sides to allow her dress to drop to the ground.

From my view, my wife was standing in front of me with her breasts exposed wearing nothing but her pink and yellow polka dot bikini underwear. Her dress was bunched up laying around her feet on the ground. I looked out at the guy fishing and his eyes were still glued on us. I then ran my hands up and down her back as we kissed, and she started unbuckling my belt. I dropped my head to the left side of her neck as I watched the guy slowly move closed towards us to get a better look.

My wife had loosened my belt and unbuckled my shorts and they dropped down to the ground around my ankles. She then dropped to her knees, pulled my boxers down and wasted little in taking my hard cock into her mouth. With one hand on her shoulder and the other holding the back of her head I began humping my pelvis into her face as she bobbed her head up and down to suck my cock.

By now the fly fisher had moved in about half the distance he was when we arrived. I pulled my wife up and turned her so the guy could get an eyeful of my wife and her naked breasts. I grabbed the towel and laid it on the grass, and laid down. My wife was still facing the guy when she slowly pulled down her panties to take them off one leg at a time. She stood up completely naked, and allowed the guy to get a real good look before she turned around to see me laying on the blanket with my cock harder than it has been in quite some time.

Then she straddled my body and slowly lowered her self down into me. I held my cock in just the right way so all she had to do was lower her pussy onto it, but she did it in such a way that the guy could see it all. She looked down at me with a naughty smile as she said quietly that he was moving in even closer to the bank to see even better.

So she lowered herself down on my cock, and then back up, and then down again. She kept raising herself up and lowering herself down again for some time. By now I was so horny I could barely hold back. So I grabbed her and pulled her whole body down so I could message her breasts and feel her body on me. She lowered her face to mine and we began French kissing. She was sucking my tongue into her mouth so hard I thought she would suck mine it right out of me.

I grabbed ahold of her ass with one hand and wrapped my arm around her torso and rolled us over so I would be on top. I then lifted my head off hers and looked down at her as I slowly fucked her. I told her that I cannot hold it much longer so if she wanted to get off she better make it soon. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her and held me as she started grinding her clit into my pelvis.

As she held me she humped her hips upward into me and I could feel her whole body begging to quiver which made me lose it. I laid my mouth on hers and started moving my hips around from side to side and up and down. The more I moved my groin the more noise she made as our muffled sounds were now the only thing I could hear as I busted my nut inside her. I held myself into her and she held me tight.

We were having an orgasm at the same time. It was the first time in years that we made love outdoors, and I loved every minute of it. We, were totally lost in the moment oblivious to the world around us, in a place we had never been before, and with a total stranger now standing not more than 20 feet away from us. My wife has never tasted better than she did that day, and I never had such a big orgasm in my life.

We laid on the towel holding each other as we kissed and snuggled as if we were at home in our bed with the children sleeping. Slowly as the world around us came into focus, we started hearing voices as if some people were talking. The more the voices became clear the more we started to realize that the the fisherman wasn't the only spectator.

All of a sudden, our silent enraptured embrace was invaded by a thunderous clapping and horas form a couple the audience. I lifted my head away from my wife and looked around. There were not one guy, not even two guys. No, there were 7 or men all dressed in fishing garb, standing around watching with smiles as they clapped their hands congratulating us for the great show.

I looked down at my bride and told her that we just made these guys day. She smile and responded by stating we made their year. We laughed and kissed a small kiss. I lifted myself off her and rolled over so they could all get a good look at how beautiful my wife looked after a good fucking. She looked shocked that I would do so, and swung her hand at me as she pushed me off the blanket so she could wrap it around herself.

She stood up with the blanket around herself and bowed down as if to give an encore for the audience at a play. Then she held her head up, dropped the towel to the ground and proudly walked to the car to get into the passenger seat. She closed the door and yelled back, that if I don't get into the car soon, she was going to drive off without me.

I smiled at the men picked up all our cloths and headed to the car. I heard a voice behind me say I forgot something. I looked back, and the guy we first saw fishing, was waving my wife's bikini panties in the air. I began heading back to get them when my wife yelled. l"et him keep them as a souvenir". I smiled at him, touched my fingers to my forehead. And saluted him as I stood outside by the driver side. I tossed my wife her dress, and put my shorts and shirt on. Then I jumped into the car, as my wife started putting her dress on over her head so she could pull it down over her freshly fucked body.

As we drove of, my wife turned onto her knees and hung partially out the door to wave while sending kisses to each of them. All the men stood around laughing and clapping as we drove down the road on our way to Bozeman. I looked at my wife and we both busted up laughing.

As we drove through the canyon I asked her if she would have let the old men fuck her if I asked her to. She said no, because they smelled too much like fish. I laughed and asked, even if there was only the one guy? She smiled at me with a wry grin and a curious look in her eye while admitting she thought about for a few moments while we were fucking, but the when she saw other men showing up changed her mind. Then she admitted that under different circumstances she may have seriously considered it, but she hates the smell of fish.

I looked over and said in a matter of fact way, you knew they were watching us? She said with a smile, sure. that's when I decided to get off with you. If it was only him I would have waited to fuck him before I got off. Then I saw the other men showing up, and thought that if I fucked one I would have to let them all fuck me, and I knew there was no way I was going to let 7 men, smelling like fish, fuck me. One maybe, but not six

I looked at my watch and it was already 4:15. we joked and laughed about the show and the look on their faces as we stood up. The way she sashayed to the car naked, and the older guy having a souvenir to remember us by. That vacation was turning out to be one for the ages, at least for us.

we finally came out of the canyon and I asked if she wanted a drink. She agreed, so we stopped at a place called the "Fifth Ace". It was a small redneck type of a bar about 20 miles outside of Bozeman. It was about 6:00 pm or so and since we had already gotten away from our timeline, we decided to check the bar out. We noticed this bar before, but never went in. Well today was as good a time as any to see what this place called "The Fifth Ace' was like.

Every year we take a few weeks off and travel around the country to visit friends we have met through the years. My wife went to college at Montana State University and met some locals she has stayed in contact with. We have been to Bozeman about four or five times and we kept seeing this small bar whenever we came through the Gallatin Canyon, and always talked about checking it out, so this time we stopped before heading into town to sign into the Holiday Inn we had reservations for. Then tomorrow we planned on heading out to her friend Renee's ranch for a few a week of horseback riding and fun.

Usually we had the kids with us, which makes stopping at bars on a whim a road wee just can't and wouldn't take. This trip, however, was different. Little did we realize how much different it would be. It was early evening when we entered, but there was already about dozen patrons in the bar, and except for a woman sitting at the end of the bar chatting with an older gentleman and a young cowboy buck with his hot looking girl in their 20's shooting pool, the rest was men who looked to in their 30's and 40's.

There were three pool tables next to the bar area, one with the young couple shooting and another had two guys arguing over a shot one took. The third table was being used by a couple of cowboys bragging about their hunting exploits. We went to the bar and ordered a few drinks. I had a bourbon coke, and my wife had a shot of vodka and a beer. We sat at the bar chatting about the detour we took on the drive from West Yellowstone.

After about 30 minutes the young cowboys finished shooting and headed out the door. Before anyone had a chance to beat me to it, I went over and put some quarters in and started racking the balls. My wife had picked out a cue from the ones available and stood opposite from me putting chalk on her stick as I put the balls in the rack.

Looking across at her I couldn't help but think that I am the only guy in this bar who knows my wife was just fucked an hour ago, and that she isn't wearing any panties. I also realized that if she had to reach too far to take a shot, there would be some men who could be treated with glimpse of her bear ass, because her summer dress was real short. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra though because as her dress brushed against her breasts it made her nipples stand out at attention. Her hair was pulled back in a half hazard way with one of those hair thingy things holding it into a pony tail that made it obvious that her hair was messed up when she did so.

As badly as my wife looked with her makeup a little messed up and her hair looking ratty from the wind blowing through the windows and our fuck session, I thought she looked extremely sexy. Especially the way it was clinging to her naked sweaty body. I looked at her as I racked the balls for her to brake and told her she looked hot and sexy. She gave me one of those looks women do when they roll their eyes, while thinking she looks like shit, as her husband is just blowing smoke up her ass.

I finished racking the balls and she lazily slid the pool stick through her fingers just hard enough to hit the cue ball. The rack barely broke, but good enough for me to play off the few balls that left the setup. I said thanks for nothing sweetheart. She replied with a snarky smile and then stuck her tongue out at me in a sassy sort of way. As I checked out my shot she asked if I was ready for another bourbon coke. To which I nodded yes to as I began ignoring everything so I could concentrate on my shot.

The 3 ball was an inch away from the left center pocket and the 9 ball was by the same rail but near the corner pocket. A couple other balls were scattered about but, very near the rack still. The cue ball was between the 9 and the 3 ball in a way that would allow me to knock either in. I decided to knock the 9 ball into the corner pocket and hopefully I would hit the cue ball hard enough to careen off the 9 and into the bottom rail to set me up on the 5 ball that laid in the corner opposite the one I would shoot the 3 into.

I missed the shot all together, and stood back waiting for my wife to get back. As I stood by the table I saw a couple of the men at the bar talking to each other as they seemed to be sizing her up from head to toe, while making some gestures that would normally make a husband jealous or upset over. However, my wife and I have been living a swinger lifestyle for over 6 years, and what some men may see as encroachment into their territory, I saw as an opportunity for some extra fun.

While they were ogling my hot wife, she was busy flirting with a good looking bartender who looked to be about 6"3" and maybe 240 pounds. He was a big guy, and looked to be in great shape. I can see why she would flirt. I couldn't help but wonder what all these studs would be thinking if they knew she probably has sperm still glistening off her freshly fucked pussy.

I looked at the clock and it was already 7:00 pm, and by now more patrons had shown up and the small bar was beginning to get louder with an Alan Jackson song wafting over the air from the jukebox. I struck up a conversation with a gal who came into the bar by herself and was obviously looking for a good time. About that time my wife came back with our drink and asked what balls does she have, the big ones or little ones. I sarcastically replied, the tables still open, but as I was looking over at the bar I added, but I'm sure you would rather have the big ones. She leaned into me and softly spoke into me ear as she gently rubbed my crotch. "I want him, do you want her?" I turned my head to face her and we started kissing a passionate deep kiss, which I am sure raised eyebrows...........