Our Open Marriage continues.
48 years married this year!
We both contributed to the story.
Ray recalls
The car had broken down miles from nowhere, in the far north of outback Queensland, it was remote, and we were unsure of what to do, no help seemed available, and no mobile phone service either.
On board we had a tent and twin single fold out camp beds, and the usual camping gear.
It was perfect weather for this time of the year, hot days with clear blue skies, with cool nights, good for sleeping, not too warm or too cold.
It turns out that the in-tank fuel pump had failed, and there is no way that can be repaired, we had to wait for help to come to us.
My wife Wendy kept suggesting ideas, each one sillier than the last, until I snapped at her to "shut up", and she stormed off calling me a "Prick" as she went.
I knew I deserved that, I was only worried about our situation, and I took it out on her, I regretted it as soon as I said it, and walked over to her and apologised.
It was now mid-afternoon, and I had to think about setting up for the night, we were ok for food and water. I began to set up the tent near a shady tree, Wendy was still pissed off at me, so I gave her some space, after 25 years of marriage, I know when to let her be. She does put up with a lot of crap from me, so it is best for my health if I give her some space.
I had almost finished setting up camp when Wendy called to me. "Look, is that a car coming?"
Over on the Northern Horizon was a small dust cloud forming as a vehicle headed in our general direction, it seemed as it was on the same dusty road as us.
We sat and watched its progress as the dust trail wove its way, ever closer, as the car became visible it began to slow, we both moved to the middle of the road to make sure they realised that we wanted them to stop.
They did.
It was a Toyota pickup with two young men inside, and the rear was full of what looked like fencing equipment.
We introduced ourselves and found out that the two men were brothers, working out here replacing the cattle station wire fences, Matt and Ian were their names, Matt the oldest at 25 and Ian was 23.
We told them our problem, and after much deliberation, it was agreed that we were pretty well stuffed.
Matt explained that the nearest Town that help could be attained was about 70 Kilometres away, but they had a camp set up only 4 kilometres from where we were, so we pulled out a tow rope and after packing up the camp, they slowly set about towing Wendy and I towards their camp site.
We arrived at their camp, and Matt explained that this was their base, and they stayed here for 2 months only going into Town for supplies once a week. They had started the fence replacement about 20 kilometres to the north and slowly work towards the camp, giving them less distance to travel as they progress, and do the same to the South of the camp and work backwards.
The camp was well picked, plenty of shade and a gentle stream with a good pool to swim in, to cool off. We could survive here as long as needed.
Matt and Ian were extremely friendly and could not do enough for us, they fussed over Wendy, making her as comfortable as they could, and helped me set up the tent and equipment to one side of the camp site.
By this time, it was getting on to dusk and we all began to get our respective meals, Both Matt and Ian invited us to share their food, but we refused, as theirs had to last until the next trip to town, another 5 days away yet.
After the evening meal was finished and dishes cleaned away, the boys and I went for a quick swim to wash away the dust, and around the campfire we discussed our options. The best idea was to borrow the boy's ute after driving them out to their work site tomorrow and drive into town to find a matching fuel pump. Next morning at 6.30 we all set off. The only problem was the Toyota is a 2-seater and Wendy did not want to stay at the camp site by herself, even though I had to come back to camp after dropping the boys off, as the town is in the opposite direction.
So with the 4 of us in the 2 seater,[ the fencing equipment in the back, and it is too dusty to sit in the rear] Matt driving, me in the passenger seat, Ian sitting on my lap with his back against the door.
Wendy, being the smallest, sat on the centre console with her right leg against Matt's leg, and her left over both of Ian's, and her arms around Matt's and my shoulders to stop her from hitting her head on the roof over the bumps.
It was very cosy, but the only issue was that it is a manual transmission and Matt had to put his hand between Wendy's legs to change gears, she was wearing shorts.
Matt did get quite a lot of hand contact with Wendy's thigh. And in doing so he had to rest his forearm on her hip, but after 20 kms of this it became normal, and no one seemed to notice.
Wendy and I dropped off the boys and equipment at the location, and headed for town, a distance of 20kms back to the campsite and 70kms to town,
We found a spare parts store that could only order the pump from Brisbane and would take about 7 to 10 days to reach them.
There was nothing more to do, except shop for more supplies, to keep us in food until then.
Loaded with supplies, we headed back to camp, and by the time we got back it was after mid-day, so we made ourselves lunch and ate it by the river, after a short snooze in the shade.
Wendy wanted to wash her hair and bathe, while the boys were away. So, she went to change into her bathers, I said "why bother, go nude, there's no one around." But, she did not think that was worth considering by the look she gave me, and the accompanying hand sign, so back she came with bathers, towels, and shampoo, and of course I joined her.
After all, we may have been married for 25 years, but I never miss a chance to get close and personal with her if I can.
Not much happened, just a little grope and giggle, and by the time we were both squeaky clean and dry, it was time to pick up the boys.
Wendy suggested that she go alone, so it would not be so cramped in the Toyota this time, and she was not going to stay at camp by herself. Good plan, so off she went.
Wendy is my soul mate and reason for living, we have never been apart for any length of time, and although she has fucked a few of my friends, with my approval and encouragement, she has never ( cheated) on me.
By that, I mean nothing has gone on behind my back. We both have an open relationship.
I love hearing her recall her exploits to me in bed!
She is about 5'2'' Brunette, she has a great body for her age, and cannot get changed in front of me without running the risk of being molested, I love her breasts, not as firm as they were, but hey, she had 2 children for me, and I just love 'em.
We used to fuck like rabbits when we were younger, but the passion has died a bit, but when we are both in the mood, she can still turn it on.
2 Wendy recalls
Matt and Ian were wonderful, they both treated me with the respect of someone the same age as their mother.
Matt is the oldest, 25 and the most mature, used to being the leader, he is tall, they both are, and very tanned from working shirtless in the sun, but Matt had broader shoulders and narrow hips, muscled arms and heavy thighs, and a 6-pack stomach. The girls must love him
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Ian was not as heavily built, and being the younger was used to following Matt's lead, but I suspect has no problem with that, he is a very confident and good-looking boy, also.
The morning we four drove out in the Toyota, I did not realise just how close we would be, and after my initial misgivings at having Matt constantly reaching between my legs, and the rubbing along my hips, we all got on OK - hindsight should have made me put on a pair of Jeans, at least I didn't wear a skirt.
It wasn't until I had already left camp and headed out in the Toyota to pick them up after work, that I realised that I still had on the shorts, and it was me that would have to sit on either of the boy's lap, just the 3 of us, I must admit I began to feel a little apprehensive about it this time.
I bumped along the dusty road thinking how strange life was, anyway there they were, just finishing up, they threw their tools into the back including their shirts.
Again, Matt took over the driving and Ian in the passenger seat, and I carefully climbed onto Ian's lap, as we bumped along the road, I had to lean back onto Ian, I have never been so self-conscious of my bouncing breasts and the cold Air Conditioning causing my Nipples to harden, and the pressure of our bare legs touching.
We chatted about having to wait for the pump to be flown into us, and anything in general to keep my mind off, the amount of my bare body touching this young man, {young man? I had previously thought of Ian as a boy} I had never had so much bare body contact with a man and not been having sex!
As we drew nearer the camp the amount of rubbing against each other had caused me to become rather horny, and I thought I could feel a stiffening of Ian's manhood pressing into my shorts, right where it should not be.
"Oh God" I thought I am 47 and I have given a 23-year-old man, a hard on! How embarrassing.
Luckily, we were almost back at the camp.
3 Ray recalls
These last few days has certainly done Wendy a world of good, she has come out of her shell, so to speak, she is getting along with the boys famously, just like a big sister, she is joking and messing around and it is just like there are four guys hanging out, no moods or arguments, the car breaking down has given us a chance to get to know each other all over again.
That night, in our tent Wendy actually slipped her hand under my blankets and stroked my cock to its hardest in ages.
I don't know what came over her, as it is usually me that has to initiate any love making, with a raging hard on I leant towards Wendy's bed and began to work her nipples until they protruded as big as I had ever seen them, she was groaning gently, as I kept alternating between her beautiful breasts.
Wendy was really getting hot, and I slowly worked my other hand down to her groin and to my great surprise, she had already begun to work her hand down there, something I had never seen her do before.
As far as I knew Wendy had never masturbated, at least in front of me, God, she had turned me on.
I gently pulled back her blanket to watch my wife bring herself off with her own fingers, while stroking me to an Earth shattering climax at the exact time she herself came.
