Chapter 1

I didn't care much for Carl, my boss. Chris, my wife, didn't like him even that well. Still, he'd taken a shine to us shortly after I'd been hired to help keep his system operating and productive.

At first he'd been amused by and then interested in having a real live cowboy as one of his computer geeks. It wasn't the reason I got hired, but it was damned sure the reason I moved to the head of the six man department within six months of signing on.

Carl was not a cowboy or a computer geek. He was one hell of a salesman who'd parlayed his abilities into sixty percent ownership of the specialty fishing equipment manufacturing company that shall remain nameless. Carl wasn't a fisherman either, but he knew exactly how to make profitable deals even if he didn't know very much about what he was selling.

His enthusiasm for my talents really got rolling when I taught him to get some useful work out of his computer without once mentioning anything technical. After three weeks of tutoring, Carl was thrilled that he could now locate and peruse facts and figures that formerly required him to ask his secretary to produce a printed report. It was a revelation, to Carl anyway.

My hire date was just after Christmas. Carl invited Chris and me to a New Year's Eve outing with him and his wife as a sort of first anniversary celebration. It would be our first time to meet his wife, Mary, and we were not looking forward to it if she could put up with Carl on a permanent basis. On the other hand, even though Chris and I were both born and raised in Texas we were not stupid.

Carl was paying me a hell of a lot more than anyone else with my short experience could hope to make and he wasn't a complete jerk off or anything, just not really our kind of people. What the hell? Our kind of people were few and far between up here in Montana.

Carl and Mary picked us up in the company limo and we were off to the best dinner club in town to start the evening. Things were looking up. They were promising mostly because Mary was drop dead gorgeous. New Years Eve was cold in Montana but it didn't keep Mary from wearing something sexy under her coat. Carl was in his early fifties and I knew damned well that Mary couldn't be over twenty-five.

I'd never met a real live trophy wife before and seeing Mary gave me an new appreciation for them. She had a dangerously sexy voice, long shapely legs, and her titties were big and bouncy. As soon as I saw her I knew Chris and I would both have lust in our hearts before the night was over.

Yes Virginia, Chris liked to lick pussy as well as she liked sucking my dick - maybe even more. A good Bi wife is hard to find, but the rewards of a successful search were fantastic. It was one of the things I thought made her a perfect wife. The fact Chris was a real live cowgirl didn't hurt a bit either.

It ain't often a guy can find a beautiful wife who likes horses, hunting, fishing, and pussy as much as he does. We were a match made in honky-tonk heaven. Luckily the limo delivered us before I could get too far off into the daydream of Chris licking Mary's nipples while I plowed her bush. It wouldn't be the first sweet young thing we'd double-teamed but I sure hoped she'd be the next.

The dinner club Carl took us to was the nicest place Chris and I had ever been in. They had a hostess to show us to our reserved table, a busboy in sparkling white to serve water and deliver menus as soon as we were seated, a waitress for the food orders, and a separate waiter with a wine list. I wondered if their food could match Billy Joe's Bar and Grill from back home.

When our orders arrived I was pleasantly surprised with the New Your Strip. It was as good as I'd ever had and Chris loved hers too, at least she said she did. I wasn't much of a wine drinker - I considered Mad Dog 20-20 a delicacy - but whatever Carl had ordered was swell. After the meal we stayed a few minutes for coffee. It was good even if it was a little weak. The biggest surprise of the night was Carl. He hadn't been too boring and that was a big surprise to me, but his next trick just about knocked Chris and I both out of our chairs.

He started by telling me how he sometimes felt he was missing out by not knowing very much about what he was selling or even how it worked.

"Don't get me wrong, selling is selling and intimate knowledge of the product isn't strictly needed for a winning presentation. Still, I think I could do better with a little hands on training, and I'm hoping you can provide the basics."

My first thought was I might as well just puke now and get it over with, but I didn't. I liked my high paying job and now that I was head of the department I got to dole out the kind of shit I usually had to put up with.

"I'd love to help you any way I can, Carl. What do you have in mind?" I asked, hoping my fawning wasn't really making the loud sucking noise I could hear in my head.

"I thought the four of us could take a hunting and fishing trip. Since you showed me the wonderful things I could find on the Internet I've been checking out outfitters and guides. What I decided on was four weeks of camping in Alaska with some hunting and fishing thrown in.

"Most of our products have to do with fishing and so it would be our main focus, but I've been thinking of buying a small company that makes some specialized hunting and camping gear and I want to try that too.

"I know what you're thinking and I've already cured the problem. This trip didn't just pop uninvited into my little pea brain yesterday. I've been taking shooting lessons for the last three months," he said, and I was flabbergasted.

Carl and a firearm just didn't make me feel comfortable down where it meant the most. Loose bowels were the first thing that came to mind when I thought of Carl and a loaded gun. Still, I was caught out and there was nothing I could do about it. I cheered up considerably when I realized what a wonderful time we could have on a long camping trip while everyone else was working.

"I'd love to go Carl, and I'm sure Chris would too, wouldn't you honey?"

It was probably the best opening I could have given Chris but I didn't realize it.

"Oh, I'd love to go, but I'm not sure I can get that much time off," Chris said, and it made me wonder why she'd even care about the damned two bit job she was putting up with until an opening for a teacher came up somewhere near us.

"Hell, tell 'em you quit. I don't know where you work, but I'm sure I can put you somewhere making twice as much and doing less than half of what they're asking you to do," Carl said.

"If you think you can find a place for me I'll quit tomorrow," Chris said.

"Hell, I'm the boss, I can make a place. Now, if everything's settled, how does leaving two weeks after Easter Sunday sound?" Carl asked.

After a glance at Chris I told Carl it would be great so he shocked me again.

"In that case I have a special project for you until we leave. I want you to make sure we have all the equipment we'll need for our trip. Get one of the production managers to make sure we have a little of everything we make and then go from there.

"I've been taking shooting lessons but I don't even own a rifle or pistol. Please get four different rifles and a couple of pistols for me. Get some for yourself, Chris, and Mary while you're at it. In fact, buy everything you think we even might get a chance to try. I want to do this trip up right," he said.

We took off for another place to ring in the New Year after our little discussion and ended up in a club for dancing, drinks, and a good time for the more mature set on this auspicious occasion for a legitimate drunken good time. The way Carl poured it in I was glad the limo had its own driver.

There was another treat in store for Chris and I when we were seated at a table near the dance floor. Carl admitted that he wasn't much of a dancer and asked me if I could entertain Mary and Chris while he prowled around back in the gambling room to see if he could catch up with a customer that frequented the place.

Hell, I knew he was lying and Chris knew he was lying and I had a pretty good idea Mary did to. It didn't hurt my feelings one bit though and apparently Chris and Mary thought the idea of sharing me for a few hours wouldn't be so bad. I knew that Chris was all for it.

This place was no back home Country bar and it wasn't for the young folks either. I figured we were probably the only ones in here less than forty. This meant the music was mostly slow ones and it was fine with me. I could two-step with the best of 'em, but that didn't mean it was the only step I knew.

Slow dancing came natural to me. I wasn't sure I could get Mary's panties damp by rubbing bellies with her, but I knew Chris would be hot to trot after not much of it. Hell, it was how I got in her drawers the first time and quite a few times after that.

Trying to look like I had good manners, I asked Mary to dance first and while she didn't seem shy, I didn't push the issue for the first two dances. I took her to the table after that and gave Chris a good warm up, pulling her as close as we always danced and taking my customary two handed grip on her wonderful ass as we got started.