Chapter 5 More sexy surprises
As it turned out, we needed many drinks. At least we consumed many drinks. Lisa and Cassandra returned to the cottage for a quick shower after the morning's depravities, but Stephanie said the lake was good enough for her. Still naked, she dove off the dock and splashed around.
"Are you going to join me," she asked. "Or am I going to have to smell those other whores on you all afternoon?"
I quickly dove in. We were just tall enough to stand on the sandy bottom. Normally when we we're swimming, I'd pretend to pull off her bikini, but that wasn't necessary or possible this time.
Stephanie pulled me towards her and gave me a big kiss. "Thank you, thank you, thank you for being so supportive. I really needed this, and I'm really enjoying myself. I loved that when you had a choice of who to fuck back then, you chose me first. And then when you could have filled Cassandra's pussy at the end, you decided you wanted me."
"You know how much I love being inside you, and you also knew that when you squeeze me like that, I'm a goner. You were so sexy, especially when you were taking on all four of them at once. I'm happy we've come to an understanding that it's not a crime to fuck other people when it's just for fun."
"I thought it was just for this weekend," she replied sternly.
"As you wish, my dear. I only get to call the shots for the next few days."
"Well I'm so sore right now that I might have to use our safe word if you try to get back inside me anytime soon. I think the lake water is just what my pussy needed."
Both of us were clean and refreshed, and climbed the ladder to the dock. Stephanie put her bikini bottom back on after drying off, but had no interest in covering up her rack. Once again, Tyler almost dropped something while he drooled over her. Peter was helping him get a small gas BBQ going for lunch.
Lisa and Cassandra returned, both wearing one-piece suits. Once again, Cassandra's showed a ton of side boob, and Lisa's was equally sexy, with a wide V-neck cut down to her navel. For the time being at least, they didn't lower their tops, so my gorgeous wife was the only woman flaunting her perfect tits.
The beer, Prosecco and wine continued to flow. Lisa had served up a big breakfast, but we were all ravenous from the late morning fun. After we cleared away the last of the BBQ burgers and salad, we all reclined on the chaise lounges, and Lisa fired up a joint.
"Hey, Miss Slut of the Year," Lisa called over to Stephanie. "Are you going to try something else new and help me with this?"
Stephanie looked embarrassed.
"I...I...don't know. I must be the only 48-year-old on the planet who hasn't smoked up, and I'm worried that I might say or do something stupid. Michael, I don't want you to see me like that. I'm wondering if you might like to go for that paddle now, seeing as my so-called friend seduced you this morning. Then maybe I'll let her try to turn me into a drug addict."
I was anxious for my wife to try Lisa's pot; she always had high-quality stuff. So even though it was blazing hot, I agreed to take the canoe out. I knew that if Stephanie smoked enough, she'd be a lot of fun.
"Do you want a passenger? I've never been in a canoe before."
It was Cassandra's turn to make a surprising admission.
"You've never been in a canoe?" I asked incredulously. "You never went to summer camp? You've never gunwale bobbed?"
"No to all of that, and I don't even know what you mean by gunwale bobbing."
"It's when two people stand up on either end of the canoe and rock it so the other person falls in the water."
"Don't even try it, honey," Peter interjected. "Your boobs are so big you'd be off-balance from the start."
"Okay, no gunwale bobbing. I'd be happy to take you out, Cassandra," I said. "So are you going to paddle, or simply lie back like Cleopatra and let me do all the work?"
"That sounds perfect," she cooed. Despite his off-colour remark, Peter got a quick peck on the lips as she grabbed a towel and life jacket. Tyler offered me a small cooler with a bottle of wine and a few glasses, in case we got thirsty on our expedition.
I held the canoe steady as she got in. The life jacket would serve as her cushion, and the towel as a pillow of sorts, as she laid back against the bow seat and faced me in the stern.
We pushed off, and I stayed close to the shore, as the wind was picking up and the small lake was getting choppy. The sun felt good on my bare chest and arms, and soon Cassandra decided to expose more skin.
"Will we tip if I pull down the top of my suit," she asked.
"Just do it slowly. Try not to shift your weight too much. But if we go in, we go in. Fair warning though. When Stephanie and I are in the water together and she's wearing a bathing suit, it doesn't stay on for long."
Cassandra blushed and followed my instructions to a T. She lowered the straps, then laid back again and I was able to closely examine those beautiful breasts for the first time in public.
"I'm really enjoying this," she said. "Everyone expects me to be the life of the party all the time, and dress sexy and all that stuff. But it gets tiresome. I don't know about you, but that marathon fuck fest this morning took a lot of out me. I'm happy to be relaxing out here with you. I really did want to get to know you better this weekend."
"Won't Peter be missing you? I'm not so sure I'd be crazy about him coming out here with Stephanie."
"Peter's only interest in your wife, as best I can tell, is professional. He told me how the two of them might have become a couple a few years back, but she wasn't interested — she was devoted to you. So that's why I was so curious about what makes you so special."
"What you see is what you get," I responded. "This weekend is completely out of character for us, though I hope and pray that Stephanie doesn't go back into her shell when we get back to the city. What about you? How's life with Peter?"
"He's okay. More than okay. Rich and good-looking and generous, and really good in bed. I'm just not sure that he's the one, or if I'll ever find that guy. My reputation tends to precede me."
"You're a beautiful woman. Just from this conversation, I can tell you're also extremely intelligent and caring. Maybe play that up a bit more and you'll attract guys who are into you for more than that incredible set of boobs I keep staring at."
"Thank you, Michael. Lisa told me you were a decent guy, and a lot more than decent when it comes to pleasuring a woman. I found that out for myself this morning. You know, I was pissed off at first that you didn't want to cum in me, but when I saw you get off with that incredible woman you're married to, I couldn't blame you."
"I'm not a choir boy, Cassandra. Just an ordinary red-blooded male who wants to bang his sexy wife as much as possible, and her impossibly beautiful friends on occasion too." I paused. "That last part was meant as a joke. Not that you aren't impossibly beautiful."
The sex conversation was affecting us both. I could feel myself getting hard, which made it a bit more difficult to paddle in the kneeling position. Cassandra had touched herself a couple of times and I could see a bit of moisture in the light blue one-piece she was wearing.
"See that island over there? Why don't we stop for a glass of wine," she suggested. "If we pull in on the far side, they won't be able to see us from the dock, and they'll get very curious about what we're up to."
