My husband, Scott, writes about our adventures.
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My wife Donna and I have been active all of our lives. We both enjoy hiking, biking, swimming, and other outdoor activities. This did not change once we each hit 40. The one thing we did notice was that many of our friends began to slack off on their activities as they got older, particularly the wives. On our various expeditions, we would either be accompanied by younger friends or older male friends who had left their wives behind. This was what happened on a canoe trip last year. After careful research, two friends and I chose a section of the Verde River where it runs through a particularly scenic canyon in Arizona. We talked to other folks who had done that section and found it had several interesting side canyons along the way where we could pull out our canoes, explore the canyons and spend the night.
There was very little whitewater along this particular route as well, which was fine with us since we really wanted to have a relaxing journey. Earlier last summer, I had started canoeing with two fellows I met through a mutual friend. Donna had hoped to join us, but ended up having to work and other conflicts every time we went out. So it had turned into a buddy thing. The Verde River trip was planned for mid-September, when the weather and water would still be warm. Our plan was that we would bring our wives and all get to know each other better over a three night weekend, with two full days of paddling. Donna and I drove up to Jim's house first. Jim was a good looking fellow, six feet tall with a full head of brown hair and a big smile. Like us, he had been involved with outdoor activities all of his life and was in good shape. I guessed he was around 45 years of age.
I had never met his wife, but from what he told me, she wasn't much of an outdoor person and had put on quite a bit of weight as she aged. One day after a canoe trip, he had confided in me over drinks at a local bar that they had not had sex for months. He didn't say anything specific, but I gathered that he continued to have sex on occasion, but with other women. Jim was alone as he came out of the house.
"Where's Maria," I asked.
"She decided not to go at the last minute. Said, she saw no reason in getting all wet during the day and sleeping in a tent at night."
"Well, that's her loss. Jim, I want you to meet my wife, Donna."
As the two of them shook hands, I noticed Jim sizing Donna up. My blonde wife was wearing tight jean cut-offs with a white spaghetti strap tank top. It wasn't a particularly revealing top but her 36DD breasts were pretty obvious anyway. From her chest, Donna's body narrows to a nice waist and than widens again to a shapely ass and hips. A size 8, she is neither skinny nor overweight. She is curvy and looks great for her age. And those 36DD breasts are firm and ride high on her chest, unlike many women much younger. Jim got an eyeful and seemed to like what he saw.
Jim tossed his gear in the back of the SuperCrew and we headed to Dave's place. Like Jim, he was alone as he came out of the house to greet us. His story was worse than Jim's. Apparently he and his wife had a major argument two days earlier and she had moved out.
"It's not like this marriage hasn't been dying for years," Dave said. "It was only a matter of time."
"Are you sure you still want to come?" asked Jim.
"Oh yeah! This is just what I need, some time in nature doing what I enjoy. It will give me a time to gather my thoughts."
I introduced Dave to Donna and then we loaded him up as well. We drove to the area of Camp Verde for our first night. Conversation in the truck during the long drive was lively. Since we all enjoyed the outdoors, there was a lot to share. We even discovered that, like Donna and I, Dave and his now estranged wife had spent a week at Hedonism II in Jamaica. It hadn't really helped their relationship, particularly when he discovered her screwing another man in their room one afternoon. After we checked into three separate rooms at the hotel/casino, we got together for a leisurely dinner. After dinner, Donna and I returned to our room, while Dave and Jim began a search for a bar for a nightcap. Donna had just finished taking a shower and put on a black lace teddy in anticipation of some evening activity, when there was a knock on the door.
"Just a minute," I said, as Donna looked around for something to throw over herself. She finally grabbed a light Patagonia jacket that I had brought along. It came down to the middle of her thighs, so it covered up most of her anyway. She pulled it around herself while zipping it and sat down on the bed.
"There is no place to get a drink in this town after dark," said Jim.
"We broke into the liquor stash in the truck," said Dave, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels (Donna's favorite).
"Scott, why don't you invite your friends inside," said Donna, letting me know that it was okay with her.
"Come in guys. Donna, why don't you grab a couple of glasses from the bathroom?"
We filled the glasses with ice I had just gotten from the hotel's dispenser and Donna poured the whisky. Then we resumed one of the conversations we had begun over dinner. After several drinks, Dave and Jim began to open up even more about their marriages. They didn't seem to care that a woman was present. It was quite the opposite; Donna has a way of getting people to open up. Donna was so busy talking she didn't notice what I was seeing. A woman in a bathing suit in a public area might be barely noticed, but by herself in a room with three men, a woman in a light jacket that barely covers her privates gets a lot of attention. It was clear the two men were wondering what was underneath the jacket. As Donna got more buzzed on the whisky, they soon found out.
Quite unaware of what she was doing, Donna leaned back on the bed. The unzipped jacket came open, revealing the teddy. Even if Donna didn't notice, the two men did, and there was plenty to notice. Her large firm breasts pressed against the tight lace fabric of the teddy. It didn't take a very long look to see her nipples. She had had a bikini wax before the trip, so it was just white smooth flesh all the way from her thighs to the tight V of the teddy's crotch. As hard as they tried to look at her eyes during the conversation, it was clear they were also taking every opportunity to survey my wife's body.
"You know they were checking you out," I told Donna after they left.
"Really, I didn't notice."
"Well there was plenty for them to notice, with your jacket open. That teddy doesn't leave much to the imagination."
"Are you jealous?"
"Hell no, I'm hard. Let's fuck now, talk later." And we did.
The next morning after breakfast, we headed out to the river where we put in the canoes. We had arranged for someone to pick us up at the end of our trip. He also brought three canoes.
"We only need two canoes," I told him. "Two of our party didn't show. We'll share the canoes," I told the others. "Donna and I will start together and then we can switch around."
It was a beautiful fall morning. We started out with our light jackets on, but the sun beat down on us and we soon threw them in the dry bags with our other gear. We three men were all wearing shorts and t-shirts. Sally, free spirit that she is, had decided not to wear a bra under her spaghetti strap top and had on bikini bottoms in case she needed to get out and help the canoe over any snags. The paddling was easy since we were going downriver, making it a perfect lazy day. We had lunch on a grassy area along the way then Donna switched with Dave and joined Jim in his canoe. I could see they were having a lively conversation. After a while, we came to some very easy whitewater and the canoes got separated. Around 4:00 pm, Dave and I rounded a bend in the river and saw Donna and Jim unloading their canoe on a nice wide sandy beach. A stream trickled through the beach from a small canyon beyond. It was a very pretty spot.
"We decided this would be a good place to stop for the night," said Donna.
"It is perfect," said Dave.
We unloaded our canoes and pitched the tents. "I'd like to go up that canyon a ways before dark," I told the group. "Anyone want to join me?"
"Sure, I'll come," replied Dave.
"I think I'd prefer to lie on the beach and take in some sun," was Donna's response.
"What about you, Jim?"
"You know, I think I'll just stay here and contemplate nature."
"We'll back in a couple of hours," I said, as Dave and I took off up the canyon.
After thirty minutes we found we had gone as deep into the canyon as possible. As we returned to the camp, we couldn't see either Jim or Donna. Concerned, we walked up the beach. As we came upon a giant red boulder that had apparently fallen into the canyon years earlier, we could hear moaning.
"Oh, my gosh! It sounds like Donna is hurt," said Dave.
"I don't think so," I replied, "that doesn't sound like pain."
We walked quietly to the rock and looked around it. There were Donna and Jim. My wife was on her hands and knees. Her top was still on, but her bikini bottoms had disappeared. Jim was between her legs and holding her on each side of her waist. His long cock was plunging in and out of her pussy as she moaned with pleasure. I could see that her top was soaked, the tight white fabric plastered against her body and outlining her nipples. With each thrust her breasts shook and jiggled.
"Oh Scott," whispered Dave, "I'm so sorry." He was clearly remembering his own unfortunate discovery at Hedonism II.
"It's alright," I replied, "this isn't the first time. I enjoy watching, and sometimes we make it a 'menage a trois'!" Dave stared at me in disbelief. "Let's just hide behind this rock and watch, okay Dave?"
In front of us, Jim and Donna's fucking got more vigorous. "Fuck me hard, Jim, fuck me like a dog!"
"Oh Donna, my cock feels so good in your pussy. I haven't had any in months."
"Then give it to me deep."
Jim slammed hard against my wife's ass, burying his cock deep within her. Watching my wife in action had made my own cock hard. I rubbed it through my pants. I looked over at Dave, who couldn't keep his eyes off the scene. He had even stepped from behind the rock. Fortunately the couple, intent upon their fucking, didn't see him. His cock was as hard as mine!
"Cum inside me, Jim. Make me wet!" moaned Donna.
Jim's response was to thrust even faster and harder. Finally he groaned, as he made one last thrust. He remained buried in Donna to the hilt, and I knew he was squirting his semen into her body.
