MyWifesCuckboy
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I was still married to my first wife, when we went on a trip to Bozemen Mt. We were married eight years before we split and divorced. It was 1982, I was 25 and she was 23. It took place about two years before our nasty divorce. I had been trying to get her to fuck other men for a few years, but she never took the leap. She came close, and even agreed that maybe she would if the time was right, the guy was right, and she was horny enough, but she emphasized the word, "Maybe." While she never did take me up on the offer, she came close one time. This is my recollection of that time.
We were alone without the kids because they were spending a 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 her friend and do some site seeing.
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 7:30. We figured we could check out a few more sites, and then head on out of the park.
After leaving the park we decided to stop in West Yellowstone to buy a few souvenirs, get a bite to eat, and then finish our drive to Bozeman. I remember our A/C was on the fritz, but figured we could sweat it out till we got to Bozeman to get it check out. It wasn't real hot, but hot enough to make the ride sweaty and more miserable than we expected. It was almost 4:00 pm when we finally got driving through the Gallatin Canyon which is about 50 miles from Bozeman. At the time we were looking at hitting Bozeman by 4:30 or 5:00 pm.
As I drove I kept looking over at my wife, who was looking real sexy, all sweaty in her sundress barely clinging to her bra-less 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. Eventually she began unbuckling my belt, but it was awkward and I had to stop her so we wouldn't wreck.
All of a sudden I heard a horn honk that took my mind away from what we were doing and I realized I was driving like 20 miles and hour ans swerving a bit with a couple cars behind us who's drivers were obviously upset with the way I was driving.
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 just stop what we were doing and fuck in over 5 years. Not since before our first ***** 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 told her its up to her.
She answered that question by dropping her arms down at her sides to allow her dress to drop to the ground. I was still holding the blanket around us, and I remember thinking this could be a perfect moment to get her fucked by another guy.
From my view, under the blanket, my wife was standing in front of me wearing nothing but her pink and yellow pokey-dot bikini bra and panties. With her dress laying bunched up around her feet on the ground. I looked out at the guy fishing and his eyes were still glued on us.
I told her to hold the blanket so I could unhook her bra. Thinking she was grabbing the blanket from me, I let go. She allowed the blanket to drop to the ground at the same time as her her bra did. Here we were standing near the shoreline, as she was facing the old guy in the middle of the river and me behind her with my rock hard cock poking her in the back. I then started kissing the back of her neck while fondling her breasts. She eventually turned her head just enough for me to kiss her, while she then reached behind her to clumsily unbuckle the belt of my pants.
While my wife had my belt unbuckled she was making headway on loosening my jeans. I then noticed the old man had moved closer towards us to get a better look. Eventually she had my shorts loose enough so that they dropped down to the ground around my ankles. She then turned around and we began kissing like we were teenage kids, totally lost in our own world.
We stood kissing and holding each other for a few moments, until she slowly moved down to my chest, then to my stomach, kissing and running her tongue on me the whole time. Eventually she was on her knees as she pulled down my boxers to reveal my raging cock. She started licking the head of my cock as she slowly messaged my balls with one hand. I closed my eyes and put a hand on her shoulder with the other holding the back of her head. Then I started pushing my cock into her mouth. I didn't feel any resistance, because she willing opened her mouth to allow it to slide to the back of her throat. She slowly bobbed her head on my cock as she continued messaging my balls ever so gently.
I soon began humping my cock in and out of her mouth as she let go of my balls and grabbed my ass with both hands. I started to get real excited with my humping her face going faster and faster. My balls were making a slapping sound as they hit her chin. I eventually opened my eyes and noticed that the old guy fishing had moved in about half the distance he was when we arrived.
That's when I told my wife I had to stop or I was going to get off. So I helped her up and turned her so the guy could get another eyeful of my wife and her naked breasts. I grabbed the towel and spread 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 already laying on the blanket with my cock harder than it has been in quite some time.
By now I was convinced that this was the right time, the right guy, and she was as horny as I have ever seen her. All I could think of was another man fucking her. My dick was a raging hard, more because I was thinking of her fucking another guy than it was because I was going to get laid.
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 old 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 suck on 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 it right out of me.
She then sat up and slowly rode me like I was a horse. As she moved her hips back and forward I could see her looking out at the river, and that's when I asked if she was horny enough to fuck the guy watching us. She smiled and licked her lips as she started riding me faster like I was a wild stallion beneath her. Her motion was bringing me to the point of no return. I knew I had to slow things down or get off. So I decided to grab a hold of her ass with one hand as I wrapped my other hand around her waist so I could roll us over for me to be on top. I then lifted my head to look into her beautiful blue eyes as I slowed things down make the moment last longer.
As I was slowly fucking her she wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me in tight. After awhile I told her I could not hold back much longer so if she wanted us to get off together, she better catch up. That's when she grabbed my ass to pull me in even tighter so she could grind her clit into my pelvis. She lifted her head to kiss me, so I sucked her tongue into my mouth and almost swallowed it to my throat like she did mine moments earlier.
I continued to move my hips around from side to side and up and down, I knew I was ready to get off. The more I moved my groin the more she rubbed her clit into me. With our mouths locked onto each other the only sound we were making was a muffled orgasmic sound of two lovers reaching their point of no return.
That's when I began busting my nut deep inside her. At the same time I could feel the quivering and shaking of her body as she started to have numerous orgasms. It seemed like forever, but the moment only lasted seconds.
After we were drained we laid on the blanket, locked in each others grip. Slowly it dawned on me that for the first time since we were dating we were making love outdoors. By now I forgot that we were in a place we chose out of pure chance, with a total stranger standing not more than 20 feet away from us. On that day my wife never tasted as good to me. We would never again have a moment so passionate, so erotic, so beautiful. Nor would I have such a magnificent orgasm as I did that day. That is not until years later when I was with my third wife.
After we got off, we held each other as we kissed and snuggled like we seldom had the chance to at home with two small *****ren. Slowly the world around us came into focus, and 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 guy fishing wasn't the only spectator.
All of a sudden we heard a chorus of clapping and cheers from a small crowd of onlookers. I lifted my head away from my wife and looked around. There was not one guy, not even two guys. No, there were about 12 or more older men all dressed in fishing garb, standing around watching us 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 responded and smiled as she responded, more like 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 cover herself up.
She then stood up with the blanket wrapped around her 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 slowly but deliberately to the car to get into the passenger seat. She closed the door and yelled back at me 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 our cloths, the blanket, 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 panties and bra in the air. I began heading back to get them when my wife yelled, "Let him keep them as a souvenir." I smiled at him, touched my fingers to my forehead, and headed to the car. I stood by the driver side as I tossed my wife her dress and put my shorts and shirt on. As I jumped into the car my wife was still wiggling to get her dress on her freshly fucked naked body.
As we drove off, my wife turned onto her knees and hung partially out the window to wave at the men and send them kisses. 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.
We drove through the canyon, and I asked her if she would have let them all fuck her if I asked her to. She said, no way, even if they didn't smell like fish I wouldn't. I laughed and asked, even if there was only the one guy? She smiled at me and admitted that she thought about it because of my fantasy of wanting to see her fuck another guy. However when she saw the other men showing up she changed her mind.
I asked 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 a bunch of fishermen fuck me. One maybe, but not a dozen ore more.
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 one old guy having a souvenir to remember us by. That vacation was turning out to be one for the ages, at least for us. At the time I thought for sure that we were one step closer to my wife crossing that line from being a devoted pure wife and ******, to a hot slut.
Why wouldn't I? After all when she was acting the way she was that day. Sadly, that was the closest it ever came to happening. I should have pushed harder, maybe even broken out the scotch. Who knows, maybe I could have even convinced her to get gang-banged by the old boys. Who knows? Oh well, it was a good moment that I will remember forever.
Looking back bow at my marriage to her, I wish I had a dollar for every time she said she couldn't fuck another guy because of something she had no control over. When it came to her making excuses, I can honestly say that she was the biggest dick tease I ever knew.
I hope you enjoyed this story. For the most part this is a true story. I did change a couple things to make it sound as good as I remember it was. However, one's memories often times are better than reality was. So I changed a few things. After that day, our vacation ended short because one of our *****ren had an accident in Europe with her parents. We would never again get along so well, and within a year we were already discussing divorce. My wife never recovered from the accident our *** had. Truth is, it just added to the troubles we had been keeping hid from our friends and relatives for some time.
One day my fantasy would come true. It would happen with my third wife, and what a ride that was. I may write some stories about the many men who have fucked my current wife, but I'll need a lot of encouragement. It takes time to write a good story from events in my life. So let me know what you think of my story of the day my first wife and I put on a show for some old men fly fishing on the Gallatin River.
My wife never looks so beautiful as she does when another man is fucking a piece of her pussy I could only dream of reaching.
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