"Hey stud, wake up," Suzanne said as she gently shook me. "Time to rise and shine!"
"Ohhhh what time is it?" I groaned as I rolled over to look at her.
"Past eight. Your charges are waiting to go fishing." She answered with a smile. "Must have been a good night!"
"Uh...Yeah." I answered as she got up from the edge of the bed. "I've wanted to ask you what that was all about."
"Simple. Girls talk, and you were the topic of conversation after our little tryst in the shower. Seems Marlene was feeling her oats, too. We decided to draw straws so to speak. Pam won." She said with a disappointed sigh.
"I didn't know I was a contest." I said with a slight tone of irritation as I kicked the covers off, forgetting that I was only partly dressed.
"Oh, definitely not a contest. If you want all three of us at once you can have that. We just thought you would prefer one on one." She said as she stood staring at my morning hardon. "In fact I can arrange for one of us to take care of you right now." She added as she stepped back over to the bed and sat down, reaching out to caress my hard cock.
"I thought I was late." I said with a sigh as she ran her hand gently up and down the length of my shaft while my hand began to unconsciously rub back and forth across her shirt covered tit.
"You are. Guess we'll have to save this for later." She answered, pulling her hand from my cock and getting up to walk away. "Breakfast in five." She added as she disappeared out the door, leaving the curtain half open.
I climbed out of bed and pulled the curtain shut before digging out clothes and starting to dress. It took me a few more than five minutes to get dressed and everyone else was eating by the time I finally made it to the great room, stopping by the always on computer sitting on the desk near the dinning area. There were a few jokes about me sleeping in, the more suggestive ones coming from Marlene. I doubted that any of the men had a clue what had gone on, if they did they clearly didn't care if their wives got naked in front of another man or not.
"Temps are a bit warmer today, so who do we have going this morning?" I asked the group as I opened the local weather report on the computer.
"How warm is warmer?" Patricia asked from across the table.
"Well, we're going to have a heat wave. It's almost twenty five right now and the weather report shows we should get almost to forty." I answered as I turned from where I was looking at the computer screen back to the dinner table.
"Oh that is warm. I'm in then. How about you, Marlene?" Pat asked.
"Sounds good. If I could brave single digits this will feel warm." She answered.
"You sure you want to go again, Marlene?" Dave asked, almost as if he were irritated that she had gone the previous day.
"Sure why not?" Marlene retorted. "You can't have all the fun you know!"
"Well Mike, I hope you can handle two of them." Randal said, shaking his head, as if having women along ice fishing were somehow a bad idea.
"It's just fishing," I answered him, drawing smiles from both Patricia and Marlene.
We finished breakfast and I went to get dressed in my heavy clothes. With the warmer weather I stripped off my long johns before pulling on my heavy bib overalls. The insulation in them was enough that I was almost wishing I had brought a lighter pair. It was too cold for just pants and long johns, but almost too warm for my extra heavy outerwear, which was designed to keep me warm in temperatures down to thirty below zero. Lower if I was active. With just my heavy bibs on and my coat under my arm I headed out to the equipment room to get the bait ready, glad that I had prepped everything the night before.
"So this is where it all starts?" Patricia asked from behind me.
"Yep," I answered, looking to see if she was alone. "And Patricia...thank you for last night." I finished with a whisper.
"Thank you, too," she whispered back. "And it's Pat to my friends, and of course my lovers."
"Ok Pat," I said with a grin as I closed the bait bucket and turned to carry it to the sled. As I strapped it down the rest of the group gathered in the garage, the ladies seeming to be as eager to go as the guys.
"I've got a different place in mind for today. We can head out there and see if we can raise a few larger ones and maybe a few Northern Pike as well," I said. "Go ahead and get helmets and we'll head out."
Everyone got a helmet and slipped it on while I pulled my coat on. I was the last one dressed, stepping onto the snowmobile in front of Patricia, Marlene choosing to ride with her husband on this trip. We all hit the starters and headed out into the bright morning sunshine.
We had barely started the ride out when I felt Pam slide her hands up under my coat, apparently having compared notes with Marlene from the day before. We were less than a mile down the lake before her hand had my zipper down and my pants undone and her hand wrapped around my hardening cock. "You better be careful not to start anything you can't finish," I said over the sound of the engine.
"Trust me; I can finish anything I start after last night. I wasn't sure I could go through with it, and probably wouldn't have if you hadn't started sucking on my nipples. They are sooooo sensitive and once you started that you had me." She answered, squeezing and stroking my cock to accentuate her statement.
"Aren't you afraid that Randal will find out?"
"As if he would care. He hasn't had sex with me in over a year, so I doubt he will care a whole lot," she answered.
"I see."
"One more thing you should know," she said over the wind as we started a long turn around a point jutting out into the lake.
"What's that," I asked?
"If you seek hard enough you will find a surprise. That's all I'm going to say," she said with a laugh.
I wondered what she meant, but didn't have to wonder long, because we were quickly approaching where we were going to fish. I slowed the snowmobile and stopped in the middle of a semicircular bay with the tops of bull rushes sticking up through the ice. This particular bay had been a good producer of Northern's and Muskies in warmer weather and I was counting on them coming back up into the shallows to feed during the middle of the day even under the ice. I started out drilling holes in the ice while the guys started placing tip-ups in them.
I was placing the holes pretty far apart, trying to cover most of the bay, and before I could get all the holes drilled we had the first fish on the line. I walked all the way back to the second hole, where the flag had gone up and watched Mark bring in a small Northern, which we threw back. I walked the whole way back to the farthest hole and just got the ice auger started when another flag went up. I let Dave handle it while I drilled the last two holes and walked back to the equipment sled.
"This is a super spot!" Dave said as he pulled a nice thirty plus inch Northern out of the ice.
"Yeah. But we're spread pretty far. How about if we split and take one shanty down toward the other end?" I asked, not really wanting to walk the whole way again.
"Fine by me. You want to take the girls down that way?" Dave asked.
"If that's what you want to do. I thought maybe you wanted to fish with your wife." I said as I headed back to the sled to get some minnows in a second bucket for them.
"Not really. I mean it's ok if she wants to tag along but when it comes to real fishing..." He retorted.
"Ladies, it sounds like the gauntlet has been thrown down. What do you say, should we prove them wrong?" I said, shaking my head as walked back with the bucket.
"Sure! I think if we out fish them they should have to clean up after dinner while we lounge around in front of the fire!" Patricia said, giving her husband a dirty look while he stood there shrugging his shoulders with a "what can I do" look on his face.
"You're on. Highest poundage of fish wins! And if we win, we don't have to put up with you coming out onto the ice again." Dave said snottily.
"You're on!" Marlene said angrily, turning and stalking off toward the snowmobile that had the second shanty hooked on the back of it. She climbed on and fired the engine, driving it most of the way down the line of holes before stopping.
"Ok. I'll take the other sled down too. You can keep this shanty and bait." I told him as I tugged Patricia's arm to get her to come with me.
"Stupid jerks," she swore under her breath as she climbed on the back of my snowmobile.
"Yep," I replied as I fired the engine. I drove to near the shanty and shut down. Climbing off, I got a bin of tip-ups out and started setting the baits. I hadn't really gotten too far, only to the fourth of our twelve holes when the flag for the first one went up. "Come on ladies. I'll show you how." I said as I walked across the snowy ice toward the red flag. I took off my gloves and knelt down, pulling the tip-up out of the water and holding it up.
"See the spool here? The line plays off there. Now the fish will grab the bait, but not swallow it. They like to swim off a ways and then turn the bait around. They can't swallow it unless it's head first. So see how it's taking line kind of slow? It'll stop soon." I said as we watched the spool intermittently turn in small increments.
"Now Pat, when the line stops, take it gently between your fingers and put just a little tension on it. If he tugs back gently, let him take more line between your fingers. If he tugs hard, then give the line a good jerk.
She tentatively reached out and pulled on the line from the spool feeling the fish gently tugging on the end.
"It stopped," she said nervously.
"He's just turning the bait. If it goes slack start pulling the line in, just hand over hand until its snug again."
"Does he swim fast?" She asked.
"Not in this cold water. It's just barely above freezing and he'll move really slowly." I said as she started to pull the line in. Suddenly the line went stiff and I could see her hand being tugged by the line. "Now...Give it a jerk and start pulling him in!"
She jerked the line and then started pulling on it, pulling foot after foot of line in with her hands until it was obvious that the fish was right under the hole.
"Now pull him up into the hole!" I coaxed as I pulled my neoprene glove back on. I certainly didn't want to get too close yet. Muskie and Northern Pike have VICIOUS teeth! I waited as she gently coaxed him, very unwillingly, toward the hole. Once he had his head into the hole he had no choice. A soon as I saw his long snout come up toward the surface I reached out with my gloved hand and grabbed his head, squeezing his gill plates for a handhold as I pulled him up and tossed him onto the ice, where he flopped around for several seconds before settling back down.
"Now that's a nice Northern!" I said looking at the nearly three foot long fish. I got out my pliers and dug the hook out of his mouth and then handed the bare hook to Pat. "You caught it, you bait it!" I said with a smile.
"You mean put a minnow on it?" She asked, her eyebrows curling up and her face looking like I had asked her to intentionally step into a pile of dog doo.
