As her pussy started touching my cock I could feel the wetness of her lips. She was extra wet from her anticipation of the action that lay ahead. Slowly she lowered herself all the way down onto my cock, and then back up, and then down again. She kept raising herself up and lowering herself down again and again for some time. All the while she kept her gaze on the guy in the river.

By now I was so horny I could barely hold it back. So I pulled her whole body down so I could suck on her breasts and feel her body on me. She then lowered her face to mine and we began French kissing, with her 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 mechanical bull. As she moved her hips back and forward I could see her looking out at the river still. I looked up at her and said,

"The way you are watching him, makes me wonder if you want him to join us, or you are deliberately teasing the guy."

She never responded, instead she smiled and licked her lips while riding me faster. Humping her hips forward and back, scrunching her pussy down hard on my pelvis as my cock began to boil over.

My balls were now swelling and I could feel the tightness of her pussy overwhelm me. I'm not sure when I went from thinking of her watching the fisherman to just wanting to fuck her madly happened, but there was a point that all I could think about was the pleasure I was getting from her riding my cock. I was a wild bull beneath her as the motion was bringing me to the point of no return.

I knew I had to slow things down or I would be getting off what to early. So I grabed ahold of her ass with one hand as I wrapped my other hand around her waist to pull her tightly into me. Then I rolled 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 to 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 some more. She lifted her head to kiss me, so I met her mouth with mine and sucked her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tongue into my mouth as passionately as she did with mine a few moments earlier.

I continued to move my hips around from side to side and up and down, in and out. 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 at the exact same moment.

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 about 20 minutes. After we were drained we laid on the blanket, locked in each others grip, as we both had numerous body spasms from the orgasmic pleasure we enjoyed.

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, who by now was like 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.

After we got off, we held each other as we kissed and snuggled like we seldom had the chance to at home with three young children. 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 there was more than just one 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 middle age to elderly 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,

“I think we just made these guy's day.”

She smiled and kissed me, then said,

"More like their year.”

We the both laughed and kissed a small kiss. I I then 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,

“If you don't get into the car soon, I am heading to Bozeman without you.”

I smiled at the men, picked up our cloths and the blanket, then headed to the car. I heard a voice behind,

“You 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 my pants and her dress and put my boxers and shirt on. As I jumped into the car, my wife was still wiggling to pull her her dress onto her freshly fucked sweaty 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 watch and it was already 4:45. We joked and laughed about the show and the look on their faces as she stood up and sashayed to the car naked, and the one old guy having a souvenir to remember us by.

At the time we were thinking this was going to be a vacation for the ages. After that day, our vacation ended short because one of our children had an accident in Europe while traveling with Candice's parents. We would never again get along so well, and within a year we were already discussing divorce.

My wife never recovered from the terrible accident our son had. Truth is, it just added to the troubles we had been keeping hid from our friends and relatives for some time. It was supposed to be a vacation where we healed, but sadly it wasn't meant to be. We lasted 2 1/2 more years before we divorced. However, the time we did have on that vacation, and the loss of our son that ended it, will always live in my heart, as what can be the good, the bad, and the ugly of a marriage we tried but failed at.

Let me know what you think of my ride to Montana with Candice, and our encounter with some old men fly fishing on the Gallatin River.