One of my favorite memories is this: It is mid-summer and we are on a two week vacation high in northern California, close to the Oregon border, on the south fork of the Smith River. We are all alone and we decide to go nude. We lather each other up with sun screen, so we donāt end up with terrible sun burns. We swim, we playā¦we are in love and life is good. We share an anal kink together. I had built a custom fly-spin combination rod that each of the reels could be inserted. In the afternoon I asked if she minded if I fished for a bit and she enthusiastically said yes and she wanted to watch, which I thought was a little out of character for her. I had the unit set for spin casting with my favorite lure for that river and, without realizing it, I was becoming engrossed in what I was doingā¦until I feel my wifeās breasts in my back and she starts to rub my ass. Suddenly her finger slides up my ass, aided by all of that sun tan oil, and she begins to slowly finger fuck me! Obviously my cock easily becomes erect and she starts giving me the reach-around! Fishingā¦haā¦Iām only going through the motions, as I have no idea of what Iām doing! But I do recall thinking at the time that life doesnāt get much better than this!
Fast forward 15 years: Our daughter is with my parents for one of the summer months and we are off-shore in our, relatively new, sailing yacht. We are out of San Francisco Bay and had sailed to Santa Cruz for a couple of days to hook up with a couple of friends. Of course we could have driven down muchā¦much faster, but hey, we were very proud of our boat. Now the point of this story: the day we were going back, the weather turned shitty and the seas were up. The boat is very sea worthy and we were still very adventurous and we set sail for homeā¦ into it, and against the 2 knot Humboldt Current (now called the California Current) Sailing too close to the coast is dangerous under these conditions (lee shore), so we tacked way out, figuring to miss the south shoal at the edge of the channel entrance to San Francisco Bay. This is a now slog and it is going to take whatever time it takes us to get home. We also realized that we were very short handed for such an expedition (we would never go off-shore without a crew again). We were getting tired and we needed to set up watches. I reefed the sails so that one person at the helm would not get into trouble. Yes it would take longer, but that is what it takes. She went down first. We have agreed on 3 on and 3 off, meaning each of us could get 3 hours of rest/shut-eye, while the other steered the compass course (dead reckoning). We do have a spray dodger, but there is a huge amount of spray coming over the top, meaning that full foul weather gear and sea boots are an imperative! The radar is on all of time and set to 16 miles and is a real help in knowing exactly where we are. The depth gage is also a navigational aid, when compared with the chart, which is clipped to the navigation station. At her time to relieve me, she opened the doors to the companionway and said, āIām up, just let me get my gear on and then Iāll be up to relieve you!ā Then up she came in her full regalia, deep red Henry Lloyd Ocean Racer II pants and jacket with built-in harness and yellow sea boots. I unclip from the jack lines and ask her if I can help clip her in. she says, āNope, Iāve got it. Check my fix on the radar before you go to bed though, please.ā I did and verified that she, in fact had done it right and I acknowledged that she had made a fine job of it. When I came up to relieve her, I was impressed at what I saw. Her foul weather gear was wet, her harness was clipped and she was standing up looking around, aware of what was going on around her. As she became aware that I was smiling up at her, admiring her, she said enthusiastically, āI think I can see the Large Navigational Buoy!ā (It is not there anymore, it has been replaced by Electronic Aid to Navigation, or eATON AIS) I said, āYes I make it 12 degrees off the starboard bow, Iāll take it starboard.ā She said, Iām good here, letās just do it together.ā
And there you have it! Yes, it is nice when she shares your kink. But when the shit is on, it is much more important that you can have someone that you can depend on, because at the end of the day, that is all you really have. That is why she has me to take care of her, as I try to make her life with this god damned Parkinsonās disease as tolerable as I can make it for her!
I will never marry again.