Chapter One. Michael's dry spell ends unexpectedly
It was the lonely call of a loon, not the usual mix of traffic, sirens and barking dogs that woke me up that morning. The sun was barely up, but there was enough light for me to see my wife Stephanie's naked body next to me, in what clearly wasn't our bed.
As the fog cleared from my brain, I remembered that we were at the summer cottage of one of Stephanie's oldest friends, Lisa, and her husband Tyler. Cottage didn't do the place justice. It was a mini-mansion on a private lake about two hours from the city that they'd purchased a year earlier. This was our first visit.
Neither one of us thought much of Tyler, but he'd made fortune with his tech start-up, and he and Lisa spent most of their time here during the summer, except when Tyler had to return to the city for business meetings and, if his wife was to be believed, to have fun with the latest in his long line of skanks.
Stephanie and I had been given the main guest suite for the weekend. There were two other suites, each with its own bathroom, but ours was the only one with a deck and hot tub.
We'd arrived the previous night, well after dark, after getting a late start because Stephanie had to work overtime once again. She'd recently been promoted to vice-president of the marketing and communications firm where she works, and was burning the candle at both ends.
We both hoped that living in the lap of luxury for a couple of days was the tonic that we both needed, mentally and physically. Our suite was at the other end of the cottage from Lisa and Tyler's space, and I planned to spend the weekend getting re-acquainted with my wife's stunning body.
Stephanie was almost cursed by her beauty, because a lot of people — men and women — refused to take her seriously in the workplace. They thought she could have quit working and become a trophy wife, just like her friend Lisa. Earlier in her career, she frequently had to change jobs because male superiors hit on her. But she persevered, because she was as smart and strategic as she was beautiful.
The workplace harassment, while completely inappropriate, was also understandable. Stephanie had long legs, a great ass, and captivating brown eyes, all of which would have turned heads on their own. But it was her gorgeous boobs that were the feature attraction for most men — including her husband.
Even at the age of 48, after having a son, her 32D tits were as firm as they must have been when she was 20, and her nipples were often visible, even when she was wearing a bra. She once asked me if I'd like her to get a boob job, but I refused, telling her what she had looked great on her slim body, and anything bigger would have ruined her perfect proportions.
When we first met 12 years ago, we were both in miserable marriages. Even though I don't consider myself a bad-looking guy, I couldn't believe that a smokeshow like Stephanie would be interested in me. I was definitely getting some positive vibes over during several meetings between my accounting firm and her company.
We both had too much to drink at a work reception, and as we wished each other good night in the parking garage under the hotel/conference centre where we'd spent the evening, the weeks of smouldering passion between us led to a long, deep kiss and a lot of heavy groping.
We didn't want to be seen by colleagues, and the hotel was right there, so we got a room and fucked, played and talked for several hours. I still remember seeing her amazing rack for the first time, running my fingers over her wet pussy, throwing her on the bed and filling her with my cum.
Even though we skipped the foreplay, it was the best sex I'd ever had. As we laid on the bed, she told me it was the first time a man had come inside her in years, because her husband refused to fuck her in case she got pregnant again, and he selfishly refused to wear a condom or get a vasectomy. I'd gone under the knife after the birth of my second child, so there was never any reason to hold back with Stephanie.
Within a month, we'd left our spouses and moved in together. We'd fuck at least twice a day, often more on the weekends. Sometimes it was a quick blowjob in the kitchen, and even if there wasn't time to get naked, she loved it when I came up behind her and rubbed her boobs, which were often prominently displayed in the low-cut tops I encouraged her to wear.
Her previous husband was a bit of a prude and wouldn't let her show off in public. I was the complete opposite. Let other guys ogle her, and think what a lucky bastard I was to be with her, I thought. The added attention made her even more sexually charged, and I was the beneficiary of that. Who says being an accountant is boring? We had to tone it down a bit when the kids were with us, but they eventually went away to school and we were free to act out our fantasies 24/7.
She told me that she was always a bit wet, even when I wasn't rubbing her clit or stroking her prominent nipples. As her confidence grew, so did her professional success, and she quickly moved up the ladder at work. I'm sure her male co-workers still lusted after her, but they knew enough to keep their comments to themselves.
Stephanie still loved it when I went down on her, licking her pussy lips and clit, bringing her to some very noisy orgasms. Then I'd climb on top and fuck her gently until I came. If I went too hard, I'd shoot by load within minutes, especially when there'd been a bit of a dry spell. She still did it for me.
But our lovemaking had become less frequent lately. She often told me she was tired from work. She was as sexy as ever, maybe even better looking than when we first met, and that just added to my frustration. I often had to take matters into my own hands, or when I couldn't take it any longer, visit an upscale massage parlour. I rationalized that as long as I wasn't fucking the gorgeous creatures who were rubbing their naked bodies all over me and jerking me off, I wasn't really cheating.
I thought the change of scenery last night would spice things up between Stephanie and me. We had a few drinks with Lisa and Tyler when we arrived. They hadn't waited to get the party started, and as usual, Tyler was half in the bag, having consumed half a bottle of high-end bourbon, which I helped him polish off.
Lisa, who was wearing a pair of silk pyjamas that showed off her tight body quite nicely, was alternating between drinking bubbly and smoking weed. Stephanie poured herself a few glasses but declined sharing Lisa's joints, as she'd never really gotten into weed. After we had three or four drinks and got caught up with them, I suggested to Stephanie that it was time for bed. The fact that Tyler was dozing off was a perfect excuse.
The main guest suite was incredible, with a large king-size bed, comfortable couch and ensuite bathroom with a big walk-in shower. Tomorrow, we'd explore the deck and hot tub. When Stephanie stripped off her clothes, I thought the weekend fun was going to begin.
She climbed into bed, and once again claimed to be too tired to make love. She told me to wake her in the morning and stick my cock in her. "It'll be better in the morning, when we're not tired and drunk. And we don't have enough morning sex."
With that, she brushed her hand over my stiff cock, rolled over, and went to sleep. I was momentarily pissed off, but the combination of the long day at work, fighting the traffic to get to an unfamiliar destination, and the bourbon sent me off to dreamland pretty quickly. And Stephanie was right. We did have some of our best sex first thing in the morning.
My cock was already hard when I woke up. Even in the country, with the windows wide open, it was very warm in our room, and Stephanie had pushed off the sheets in her sleep. She was on her side, so I had a great view of her rack and nicely-trimmed pussy. There was a slight sheen of perspiration between her breasts. I reached over and gently caressed her right breast, which woke her up with a start.
"What time is it?" she groaned. "Just after 7," I replied. "You told me to wake you up early because you wanted to fuck."
"I know I promised," she said, glancing at my erect cock. "But I need a bit more sleep. Why don't you go out in the canoe, which you said you wanted to do one morning, and wake me up in an hour? I promise I won't get out of bed before you get back, except maybe to put on some of that lingerie I noticed that you snuck in my suitcase."
The lingerie thing had become a bit of a joke between us, even though it never remained on her for very long. When Stephanie was in the mood, she wanted to get right to the main event, going down on each other and finishing off with me filling her tight cunt with my cum. There was no better feeling in the world than sucking her nipples while she rode me. It was the best way for us to finish together.
I contemplated my options. Sure, I could be an asshole and and force myself on her, but she didn't like being dominated in bed. And I was was quite confident that she would keep her promise to give me a memorable fuck after I returned from my paddle, so I gave her a quick kiss and jumped out of bed.
As it was quite warm already, all I needed was a bathing suit and T-shirt. I grabbed a glass of orange juice in the kitchen, which was still a mess after the previous night's partying, and headed down to the large dock by the lake.
As I got closer, I heard some faint moaning. I glanced over and saw Lisa lying on a large double chaise lounge. The fuchsia bikini that she had been wearing was at her side, and she was rubbing her pussy with a pink vibrator. Oblivious to my presence, she was getting very worked up, as she ran the vibrator up and down her opening, and squeezing her nipples with her free hand.
I'd never seen Lisa naked before, but I have to admit I'd fantasized about it. She was taller than my wife, maybe 5' 10". Her breasts weren't nearly as big as Stephanie's, maybe A or small B cups, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on her slim body. She worked out and played tennis regularly, and it showed. Her long blonde hair was usually combed perfectly, but it was a bit of a mess across her face as she worked towards getting herself off.
I didn't know what to do. In order to get to the canoe, I would have to cut across in front of her, and even though she appeared to be on the edge of ecstasy, she would probably see me. There would have been embarrassing on both sides, her for being seen naked by her friend's husband, and me because my cock was once again rock hard. Lisa was putting on quite a show.
I cleared my throat, clearly startling her. Her first reaction was to drop the vibrator and cover her breasts and pussy with her hands.
"Hey, I'm really sorry to have interrupted," I stammered. "I was just coming down to go for a paddle, and didn't think anyone else would be up."
