I was still married to my first wife, Candice, when we went on a trip to Bozeman, Montana. We had been married eight years, and for the last four years or so, I had been trying to get her to agree to let me watch her get fucked by another guy. There were a few times she agreed to, and I thought it would happen. However, it was not until our trip to Montana that I knew it would happen. </p><P>Now my wife did come close to taking the leap a few times, but never was the time so right as it was on that trip we took to Montana in the summer of '82. Candice was always making excuses as to why the time was not right. She would say things like, “The guy was not right,” “I wasn't horny enough,” etc. etc. etc.</p><P>She always emphasized the words "maybe” and “if”.
All the while, she never followed through when things were right. So the day we pulled off onto the rest area, I knew the time was right, and she seemed more willing than ever before to follow through with her promise. This is my recollection of that day.</p><P>It was 1980 and we were both in our mid-twenties at that time. I'm not sure how long I have had fantasies of watching someone I love getting fucked. Before I married Candice, my desires would be to share a girlfriend with a buddy, or just sit back jacking off while watching a girlfriend getting fucked. Well, it had yet to happen because the timing was never right. Oh, I talked about it with girlfriends, and my wife, Candice.
I guess either I didn't push hard enough, or my delivery left a lot to be desired.</p><P>We were alone without the kids because her parents had planned to take them to Europe with them. So we took advantage of the freedom to visit her friend in Montana and do some sightseeing. We finally had a chance to have some time away together, away from everyone and all our responsibilities. </p><P>We lived in California, and whenever we went to Montana we made it a habit to drive through Yellowstone Park. That year, we spent two days at the Old Faithful Inn lodge as we checked out most of the sites. That day began with us checking out of our room early in the morning about 7:00.
We figured we could check out a few more sites as we drove out of the park, and my wife wanted to spend some time shopping in West Yellowstone. </p><P>After leaving the park we ended up spending a good six hours or more in West Yellowstone. We checked out all the shops, purchased some souvenirs for the kids and got a bite to eat. Around 2:00 or 2:30 we set out on the last ninety miles of the trip. I remember our A/C was on the fritz but figured we could sweat it out till we got to Bozeman, to have a mechanic check it out. </p><P>It was a lot warmer than normal that year, so without the A/C, we were driving through the Gallatin Canyon with all four windows open. We were hot and sweaty, but as I looked at my wife with the wind blowing her hair, her sundress clinging to her still-curvy body, I was getting more and more excited with every mile we drove.
All the while, she never followed through when things were right. So the day we pulled off onto the rest area, I knew the time was right, and she seemed more willing than ever before to follow through with her promise. This is my recollection of that day.</p><P>It was 1980 and we were both in our mid-twenties at that time. I'm not sure how long I have had fantasies of watching someone I love getting fucked. Before I married Candice, my desires would be to share a girlfriend with a buddy, or just sit back jacking off while watching a girlfriend getting fucked. Well, it had yet to happen because the timing was never right. Oh, I talked about it with girlfriends, and my wife, Candice.
I guess either I didn't push hard enough, or my delivery left a lot to be desired.</p><P>We were alone without the kids because her parents had planned to take them to Europe with them. So we took advantage of the freedom to visit her friend in Montana and do some sightseeing. We finally had a chance to have some time away together, away from everyone and all our responsibilities. </p><P>We lived in California, and whenever we went to Montana we made it a habit to drive through Yellowstone Park. That year, we spent two days at the Old Faithful Inn lodge as we checked out most of the sites. That day began with us checking out of our room early in the morning about 7:00.
We figured we could check out a few more sites as we drove out of the park, and my wife wanted to spend some time shopping in West Yellowstone. </p><P>After leaving the park we ended up spending a good six hours or more in West Yellowstone. We checked out all the shops, purchased some souvenirs for the kids and got a bite to eat. Around 2:00 or 2:30 we set out on the last ninety miles of the trip. I remember our A/C was on the fritz but figured we could sweat it out till we got to Bozeman, to have a mechanic check it out. </p><P>It was a lot warmer than normal that year, so without the A/C, we were driving through the Gallatin Canyon with all four windows open. We were hot and sweaty, but as I looked at my wife with the wind blowing her hair, her sundress clinging to her still-curvy body, I was getting more and more excited with every mile we drove.
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