Satin Secrets in Montana

The scent of leather and dust hung heavy in the air as Jack wrestled with the duffel bag, a familiar ritual before every trip. He’d meticulously folded one of Lisa’s most alluring satin teddies, a shade of emerald green that always seemed to amplify her allure, and nestled it amongst the catalogs from the upcoming bull sale in Montana. It wasn’t an unusual gesture; Lisa had a mischievous streak, a fondness for leaving little reminders of her presence wherever she went. He and Brett, best friends and ranching partners since college, were heading out early the next morning, eager to scout out prime genetics for their Colorado spreads. Twenty-six years of marriage had only intensified the fire between them, the physical connection as potent as ever, perhaps even more so with each passing year. The memory of their last night together, a whirlwind of passionate embraces and whispered desires, still burned brightly in his mind. He knew, with a certainty that bordered on desperation, that the next few days would feel like an eternity without her warmth beside him. As he pulled his worn denim jacket tighter around his shoulders, a small smile played on his lips, anticipating the sweet reunion that awaited them.

A rumble of the truck’s engine signaled Brett’s arrival. The older man, his face weathered by the sun and wind, climbed out of his own pickup, a worn Ford crew cab diesel, and began loading his gear into the back. The air crackled with unspoken anticipation, the shared understanding of their close bond and the unspoken desires that simmered beneath the surface. Jack leaned in, kissing Lisa deeply, the taste of her familiar sweetness a welcome distraction from the gnawing loneliness that threatened to consume him. “Honey, I’ve got to go,” he said, his voice roughened by the urgency of his departure. “We don’t have time for this, as much as I’d love to!”

Lisa, quick to respond to his touch, arched into his embrace, her athletic body a tantalizing contrast to his more rugged form. She squirmed against him, seeking an immediate reaction, a tangible sign of her presence. The hard ridge that formed in his faded Wranglers was hers for just a moment, a fleeting reminder of their shared pleasure, before he abruptly pulled away. “OK, but you’ll be sorry you didn’t take the time by about tomorrow night!” she laughed, her voice laced with playful challenge. She hugged his muscular neck, pressing her lips against his, a silent promise of the delights to come. “I love you, babe. Drive safely and don’t get distracted by any of those cute Montana cowgirls!”

“Don’t worry!” he declared, attempting to push the insistent bulge in his pants further into the denim, a futile effort to conceal the evidence of her affections. “You’re darn hard to forget!” he grunted, kissing her back with a desperate urgency. “Love you, and call me if you need anything” were his last words as he disappeared out the door, his lean, capable frame disappearing into the vast Montana landscape. As he walked across the yard, he carried the duffel bag partially in front of his left thigh, a subconscious attempt to further conceal the impact of Lisa’s little surprise. Thankfully, Brett was already standing on the opposite side of the truck, scrutinizing the herd of yearling heifers in the pen.

“I wondered if I was going to have to come in and get you!” Brett teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Women!” Jack grumbled, a hint of exasperation coloring his tone. As the two friends climbed into the trucks, their anticipation of the journey quickly replaced by a comfortable camaraderie. Their busy lives rarely afforded them extended periods of leisure, and this trip, a combination of necessary ranch business and much-needed companionship, felt like a well-deserved respite. The shared experience of serving on the Trustee board of their rural church provided ample conversation, a welcome distraction from the stresses of their demanding lives. As darkness descended over the plains of Wyoming, they found themselves deep in the heart of the state, the air growing colder and the conversation turning to the bull sales they planned to attend.

“Did you happen to bring along your copy of the Beartooth Ranch catalog?” Brett asked, his eyes scanning the truck bed. “Yeah, it should be right in the top of my duffel there in the back seat,” Jack replied, pulling the bag over the seat and unzipping the top flap. As he pulled it open, a wide grin spread across Brett’s tanned face. “You started sleeping in something besides your birthday suit in your old age?” he chuckled, holding up the scandalous jade green teddy bear that occupied the summit of the bag.

“What are you talking abo . . . . “ Jack began, then stared in disbelief as he recognized the object in his friend’s hand. Even in the muted light of the cab, Brett could clearly see the provocative teddy bear, a potent symbol of Lisa’s playful antics. “Oh my gosh! She did it again!” Jack exclaimed, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Put that thing back in there!” he pleaded, but Brett was relentless, swishing the sleek fabric around, whistling in admiration. Jack nearly lost control of himself as he grabbed the teddy bear and shoved it into the front of his shirt, muttering, “There, that’s the last time you’ll ever see that!”

Brett’s enjoyment of Jack’s embarrassment continued unabated as he posed the obvious question, “Mind telling me what that’s doing in there?” The red-faced driver swallowed hard, then confessed, “Well, it’s like this, Brett, a long time ago, Lisa slipped one of her little nighties into my bag once when I was headed out on a trip. When I opened the bag in my motel room that night, it was like having a little bit of her there with me. Brett, you of all people know, as my accountability partner, that I really have to be careful with physical temptations. Traveling alone can present situations that could easily get me in trouble. Lisa is a wonderfully passionate wife, and knows how much libido I have to keep in check. Her little ‘surprises’ are an effective and intimate reminder of how much I love her and desire her. Even now, after more than 25 years, she still excites me like she did when we first met. Just between you and me, coming home after being gone a few days is like a honeymoon all over again. I think maybe she misses me as much as I miss her!”

Shaking his head and smiling, Brett said, “Jack, your little secret is safe with me, but on one condition!”

“What’s the condition?” Jack asked, surprised by the sudden shift in their conversation.

“Just this, figure out a way for Lisa to quietly share her ‘surprise’ system with my Laura!” Brett declared, grinning and clapping Jack on the shoulder.

The two friends fell silent for several miles, each lost in the reverie of their respective homes, savoring the thought of their beloved wives. Each had endured countless trials and tribulations in their lives, both personal and professional, but their shared love for their women provided a constant source of strength and comfort. They had weathered the storms of ranch life, raised their families, and navigated the complexities of their small rural community, always finding solace in the unwavering support of their faithful, loving partners. The shared experience of their marriages, both the good times and the hard, formed a powerful bond between them, a testament to the enduring power of love and commitment.

“Well, do you think we’ll find what we are looking for at Beartooth, or should we just turn around and go home now?” Brett asked, his grin widening as he retrieved the catalog from Jack’s duffel. “Do you want me to put Lisa back in here?” he inquired, reaching for the emerald green teddy bear.

“Heck, no,” Jack said, playfully batting Brett’s hand away. “I’m going to keep her right here close. I darn sure don’t want her on your lap, now do I!” he exclaimed, clutching the teddy bear tightly. The scent of her presence, even contained within the fabric, was a welcome distraction from the loneliness that threatened to consume him. The journey back home felt like an eternity, each passing mile a step closer to the sweet reunion that awaited them. As they pulled into the driveway of Jack’s ranch, he knew that the next few days would be filled with passionate embraces, whispered promises, and a renewed appreciation for the enduring power of their love. And, of course, a shared secret, a mischievous reminder of Lisa's enduring charm and her uncanny ability to always manage to surprise him.

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