I'd been happily married to my wife, Erin, for more than a decade. We've both enjoyed a reasonable degree of success within our careers and enjoy a comfortable life with two beautiful bi-racial children who wanted for nothing. I am a black recreational bodybuilder, just under 6 feet in height and usually weighing around 240 pounds, usually with at least four visible abs. My wife is a white brunette about 5'5"with a pretty face and mannerism. While I still find her attractive, she has 25 pounds or so she could stand to lose. Our home life was generally positive-perhaps less sexually active than it used to be, but free from drama and infidelities.
One of our rituals had become vacationing with other families. While some trips were more elaborate than others, generally they involved renting a large home in a fun location for a week or so where we would all hang out together, hit up the beaches, BBQ-enjoy life. The kids could practically entertain themselves as the adults had fun of their own. Our trip last November, however, broke the mold.
We'd planned a trip to my wife's family cabin in the Berkshires. The plan was to get the kids skiing (or at least sledding) and enjoy some time with another family of four we had grown close to over the years, Alison, Shawn and their daughters. The respective wives were best of friends and us husbands got along well too. While I consider Alison and myself close as well, there was always something just a click off-I don't want to call it a tension, we all loved each other really, but somewhat of a guarded feel.
Anyway, we had planned to stay a 4 day weekend at "the cabin" which I'd seen before but never stayed at. The cabin itself was a relatively small space, maybe 400 square feet with a queen sized murphy bed, no frills gas kitchen and decent sized table with chairs and a seemingly out of place flat screen television mounted opposite the wall with the bed. There was also a cramped bathroom with standing shower physically attached to the cabin, which you needed to enter through a different door.
It wouldn't be luxury living, but the plan was to bring a couple of air mattresses, live out of suitcases and enjoy all the Berkshires had to offer by day and hang out in the cabin, play games and drink our faces off by night... All the ingredients for a successful trip.
We were all pretty excited in the weeks leading up to it, but as we came down to the wire, logistics became a bit complicated. Turned out I was going to have to be in NYC on business for two days before we were planning on leaving LI. Similarly, Alison needed to be at an obligatory funeral the day before we would be leaving. When it comes to planning, my strategy is to let the wife do it, or else let the chips fall where they may-seriously, I'm bad at it. In my traditional fashion, I took a hands off approach to the obstacles ahead of our trip.
It was decided for me that I was going to attend my trip as planned and in the morning take a slight detour to pickup Allison. Our families would travel together in our large SUV and meet us up there late that evening. Sounded pretty painless.
Time raced forward as it tends to and before I knew it my work obligation was over and I was ready to decompress. I thought about heading home the night before and wished it was an option, but recalled I had to pick up Allison the next morning and head in to the cabin so I settled in for an early night and managed to pass out at a reasonable hour.
Comfort clothes were the name of the game the next morning. After 2 days in a pinstripe suit, my sweat-suit was calling me and I happily threw on my planned 'driving outfit' tossed my overnight in the backseat of my Bimmer, queued up some tunes, cracked open an energy drink and set out to get Allison.
I drove on the faster side as there were warnings of potential snowfall which I dreaded in my rear wheel drive sport sedan. I got through the Bronx faster than anticipated and was able to snag Allison in CT by late morning which was good. Some minor flakes were starting to come down, but nothing I couldn't handle at this point.
Allison is what I'd probably call a 'mom next door.' She is a blonde (usually not my thing) about 5 foot 6 with a cute round face and 'serious looking' brown eyes. She wasn't particularly busty and her ass was on flatter side and her stomach a tad lose after having a couple kids, though cleans up exceedingly well when the effort is made, but even without the effort, something about her draws me in.
The drive was mostly uneventful. We made small talk and exchanged pleasantries, joked around a bit. It was a bit more than topical, but perhaps a touch strained-that is until we got to a bit past our halfway point and decided, as the snow was only a light dusting, that we could afford to stop for some food at an interesting looking Mexican place.
While the food was average, the margaritas were pretty darn good and lubricated conversation nicely. The rosier Allison's cheeks got, the more we laughed and started to flirt teasing over who would be the "little spoon" in our shared bed. By our second round it was starting to feel like a really good first date. Our respective body language seemed to invite one another and the eye contact between conversation had intensified in that semi-squinty eyed-frankly speaking, I was beginning to want this girl!
By the time we were settling up almost two hours had passed and we realized that the snow had been picking up. My car (and my ability to drive) were still adequate in the weather, but if it is persisted, the drive in would be the white knuckle type. Realizing it might be the last stop we were comfortable making, Allison ran a couple storefronts down to a liquor store to grab some supplies while I pulled up the car-within 5 minutes we were back on the road.
