Fishing in Canada

Fishing in Canada

My family has owned two lakeside cabins on a beautiful Canadian lake since I was a child. I remember going there with my parents for a week of swimming, boating and fishing. The cabins shared a dock and sat about 100 yards up from the lake. While the cabins weren't particularly close to one another they were within "shouting distance."

Every year I would go with 2 of my fishing buddies for a carefree week of leisure, relaxing beer drinking and fishing. Over the years we would rent out the second cabin. Sometimes there were folks in the second cabin and sometimes it was empty. My brother handled the rental details.

Every day started the same -- coffee and smoke a cigar on the front porch with my buddies before heading down to the lake to fish. Every day ended the same -- clean fish, wash up, grab a beer and smoke a cigar on the front porch.

The second day we were there a group of 4 women arrived and unloaded their stuff into the second cabin. We exchanged casual waves as they unloaded.

After fishing all day, we returned to our cabin, got our beers and cigars, and just relaxed. Shortly thereafter the 4 women emerged from their cabin in bikinis and headed down to the lake. I guess they were going to swim since we didn't see any fishing gear. Bill commented, "Nice looking women from what I can see from here. I like the bikinis."

After about an hour, well into our second beers, the women trudged back up the hill to their cabin. Several minutes later one of the women emerged out the back sliding door onto their deck and proceeded to take off her bikini top and hang in on the deck railing to dry. Her bottoms followed shortly and were hung on the railing next to her top. Now totally naked, she popped back into the cabin.

"It's a shame she didn't stay out longer, I was really enjoying the view," quipped Bill. We all agreed.

Not 2 minutes later a second woman emerged and proceeded to follow the same process. Top off, on the railing, bottom off, on the railing, totally naked, back into their cabin.

"Damn, this is starting to get interesting. I'm going to grab another beer and see if the other two want to show off. Anyone else want another beer?" Bill asked. John and I both decided another beer was a good idea.

Maybe 10 minutes went by before the last 2 women came out. They, too, followed the same procedure. It was almost as if they had rehearsed their grand displays. They sure had our attention.

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The next morning we drank our coffee and smoked our cigars like always. Before we headed down to the dock one of the women came out in a robe, coffee cup in hand, gave a wave to us then scooped up all 4 sets of swim wear before heading back into the cabin.

While fishing we wondered if yesterday's displays might continue again today. We sure hoped so.

So, with beers and cigars in hand, we were ready. Like yesterday, the 4 women emerged in bikinis, walked down the hill to the dock and took a cooling swim. Into our second beer, they trudged up the hill to their cabin. They once again emerged and followed a somewhat similar process with a small addition. One at a time, they emerged, took off their bikini tops, hung them on the railing, gave us a wave, off with the bottoms, hung them on the railing, then each spread out a towel on one of the chaise lounges and laid down to work on their allover tans.

"Damn, I can't see much from here but I know there are 4 naked women over there," lamented John.

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The next morning started much the same as each morning had, with one exception. Hanging from the railing of our cabin were 4 bikini tops. The bottoms were still hanging from the railing of the adjacent cabin.

"Now this could really get interesting," I said puffing on my morning cigar.

"Yea, we might have to skip fishing today," joked John who then admitted, "I slinked over after dark and policed up their tops and hung them here. It will be interesting how they choose to retrieve them."

Much to our surprise, when we returned from our day of fishing the 4 bikini tops were still hanging on our railing. They were our trophy pelts similar to what a hunter does after a particularly good hunt. We thought for sure they would have been retrieved while we were down on the dock.

So, with beers and cigars in hand, we waited. Shortly, one of the ladies came out onto the deck, retrieved the bikini bottoms, looked over the railing to see if their tops had blown off their railing, then looked up and noticed their tops hanging from our railing. With a big smile she gave us a thumbs up! Several minutes later she came walking over in her bikini bottoms and a loose fitting tank top.

"Hi, I'm Joanie from next door. It would appear a strong wind last night blew our tops over here. Can I get mine back? We are about ready to go for a swim."

"Sure, grab whichever one is yours. My jokester buddy here swiped them last night and hung them here," I said with a smile on my face.

I thought Joanie would just take her top and return to her cabin, but no, she just pulled off her tank top, let her tits flop out for us to admire, took her top and put it back on in no particular hurry. Then she had to adjust her top and get her tits positioned just so. I really think the show was all for our benefit.

"Thanks guys. I'll tell the other girls to come get theirs."

Minutes later another of the women emerged, this time topless, and proceeded to wander over to our cabin. "I understand the wind blew my bikini top over to your cabin. I would like to get it back," she said while gently swaying her hips to exaggerate her toplessness. "Sure, take your pick," I replied with a slight grin. She gathered up her top and tossed it over her shoulder making no effort at all to put it on. With that she turned and headed back to their cabin.

"Two down and two to go," I remarked to my buddies. John, the initial prankster, kind of groaned and said, "Damn, now I wish I had grabbed the bottoms too." We all laughed.

Shortly the final two women emerged, both topless, and started the trek to our cabin. They were smiling and so were we. The one lady smiled and said, "I am missing my upper-topper-flopper-stopper but I seem to see it hanging on your railing. I would like to get it back after you gentlemen finish ogling my tits."

"Sure," said John, "but not quite yet. I'm not done admiring a really fine set of tits!"

"Get a good look, you may not see them again until we return to the cabin from our swim," was her feisty reply.

The fourth women had remained silent. She just picked up her top, turned toward their cabin and remarked, over her shoulder, "We need to get out of here before they pop their pants. They were all starting to get really tight looking at our tits."

Upon their return from swimming the now familiar process was once again repeated -- top off, bottom off, hang on railing, wave to new friends, recline on chaise lounge to sunbathe in the nude.

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The next morning started like all others, with one exception. It was Bill that noticed our fishing poles were nowhere to be found. We had left them leaning against the cabin yesterday. Then John chimed in, "Uh oh, I think I see them leaning against the deck door at the cabin next door. Looks like we are in for some payback."

"Well, as the cabin owner I guess I better go over and see what the price is to get them back," I said somberly. I strolled over and tapped on the back door. Joanie, the first woman to retrieve her top from our cabin the day before, came to the door, topless of course.

"Hey Joanie. We seem to be missing our fishing poles and somehow they made it over onto your deck. What will it take to get them back? I asked with a smile.

"Just a minute," said Joanie as she leaned back into their cabin and summonsed the other three -- who all showed up topless. "Well, we were thinking that you should remove your pants and allow us to admire your cock for a little while. Then hang your pants on our railing, gather up your pole, and head out fishing. That is the price for each pole picked up separately."

"Well, I guess that only seems fair. I'll explain the rules to the other two and they can come get theirs," I said. So, I shucked my pants, gave them a good look at my cock, picked up my pole and walked back to our cabin naked from the waist down with my cock swinging in the breeze.

When I got back to our cabin John and Bill were laughing like hell. "Go ahead and laugh. Each of you has to go over, take off your pants, let them ogle your cock, then leave you pants on their railing, to get your pole back. It isn't that bad. They are all topless so at least you have something to look at," I explained.

So, they had 3 trophy pelts and we got our fishing rods back. Seems like everything was even now.

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It was now our last day before having to return home. We fished the day away, the ladies went swimming and while they were leaving their suits out to dry in their now familiar routine I yelled over to them "We're leaving tomorrow. Care to join us for a beer or two in about an hour." Their reply was 4 thumbs up.

About an hour later here came 4 topless ladies, each carrying a bottle of wine. Joanie, who appeared to be the spokesperson, explained "We much prefer wine over beer so we each brought a bottle for us. It is our last night too so we need to drink it all up."

After several beers each and a half a bottle of wine for each lady and a lot of mindless conversation while we admired their tits, Joanie spoke up again.

"We four greatly appreciate how much fun you have allowed us to have while we have been here. Initially we worried we might offend you by flashing our tits but when you stole our tops that was an indication that you weren't offended and really wanted to play along. So, we stole your fishing poles to get back and to have a look at your cocks to embarrass you a little."

"Speaking for us, we have certainly enjoyed the week too," I replied. "There aren't many men offended by a beautiful set of tits and we had 4 pairs to look at."

Joanie took over the conversation again. "I propose that for a going away party, us 4 ladies will treat you guys to a good time. Since Linda has the prettiest pussy we will let her just spread out and give you guys a good pussy show while we give each of you good blowjobs. Since we made you guys strip so we could admire your cocks we will strip and let you guys admire our pussies for a while before we get down to the oral business. Do I hear any objections?"

We 3 men sat totally silent. Linda did have a very beautiful pussy, in fact, they all did. Joanie had pointed directly at me and said "I claim him." The 3 ladies assigned to suck our cocks knew what they were doing and not a single drop of cum escaped their mouths.

With that, I responded, "OK, now that we have blown our loads I think it only fair that each of you scoot over here, and let us suck on your tits. Feel free to masturbate your pussies until you get your big O. No one should leave here this evening unfulfilled." Not hearing any complaints, they all shifted positions. There were some groans, lots of shivers and lots of smiling when they had finished.

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The ride home was rather silent. There wasn't a lot that needed to be said. We three fishermen had totally enjoyed our time at the lake.

When I got home my wife gave me a great big "you've been away a week" kiss and a tight hug. "I can't wait to hear about your trip after dinner." Over a glass of after-dinner wine she wanted to know how the fishing trip went.

We volleyed back and forth.

"Catch many fish?"

"A fair amount."

"Meet any new people?"

"Yea, some that rented the other cabin."

"How was the scenery?" Strange I thought since she has never asked about the scenery before.

"Scenery was OK. A few highlights here and there."

"How was Joanie?"

"Joanie, do you know Joanie?" I asked sheepishly.

My wife could not contain herself any longer. She doubled over in laughter, "Get yourself another glass of wine and I will explain everything."

With our drinks refreshed, she started. "Hear me out. This will be a long explanation but it will all make sense in the end. Yes, I know Joanie. She has been a member of my book club for several years. She has shared multiple times about her group of female friends that like to show their tits to men and string them along. I suggested to her that they rent your family cabin in Canada the same week you and your fishing buddies would be there. I even gave her your brother's phone number so she could call him and rent the cabin. Joanie promised to give me a nightly email summarizing each day's activities so me and the other wives could know what was happening. I forwarded the wives Joanie's nightly emails."

She continued, "So, we heard about the stolen bikini tops and their recovery. We heard about the stolen fishing poles and you guys having to hang your dicks out to get your fishing rods back. I might say they were disappointed that none of you joined them in their nude sun bathing on the deck after swimming. They had looked forward to that but I guess it just didn't happen."

"Joanie even asked permission to have a last night's going away celebration that included blowjobs. I told her I knew all of you would more than likely really enjoy that so Joanie said she would try to make that happen. I guess you guys set that in motion before they had a chance to."

Looking at me with a smile, my wife said, "So, you were set up. I think me and the other wives enjoyed your trip almost as much as you did. Just remember, that is part of this year's Christmas present. Who knows, maybe next year you can invite new fishing buddies I don't know and I can join Joanie and her group of horny women. That could be a lot of fun."

I could only think to myself, "How did I manage to marry such a wonderful wife." I was already starting to think of new guys to invite for a fishing trip to Canada next year so I could fulfill my wife's fantasies too.