With a few days alone without the kids, my wife and I headed north to our secluded cabin on a lake and in the woods. Since it was a warm July Saturday, we decided to canoe on a nearby river.
It's a quiet, mellow river that runs through a state park. There are a couple places where you can drive up and rent a canoe and they will come and pick you up downstream and bring you back to your car once you call them from one of several rustic landings along the river.
We had canoed it before. The river is intimate and fairly narrow. Save for a couple small rapids, it's peaceful and you rarely see many people as it meanders through a forest and it occasionally widens into marshy or swamp-like areas that are popular for waterfowl watching. There are no homes or developments along the route we were headed.
After arranging for the rental canoe and getting the number to call for the pick-up, we headed down to the canoe racks to grab the boat and gear.
Two young couples who appeared to be in the early 20's, and were likely locals from the small nearby town, were loading items into their two canoes. No doubt out for a fun weekend paddle after a long week of working during the summer's busy season.
It was a little after 10:00am, but it was already in the low 80's and the humidity was up. It was going to be a warm one. Both girls were wearing tight tank tops and short shorts. They were thin and super cute. One blonde, one brunette.
The brunette had her hair tied back, a cute little nose ring on the side of her nose and a tattoo around her ankle. The blonde had slightly bigger tits and mid-length hair. The guys were fit and fairly clean cut. All four greeted us warmly as we approached.
My wife, at 40, looks much younger. She's beautiful, petite, in-shape, and brunette with shorter-length hair. She too was wearing short shorts and her one-piece bathing suit underneath served as her top. Her bathing suit was held up by a single tie around her neck with a good sized plunge between her boobs.
As we started to pull our cane off the rack, I saw the guys loading a cooler full of beers into each of their canoes. Getting drunk in the sun as you paddle down a lazy river on a summer day was a pretty good call.
Since she's only 5'2", my wife was stretching to reach for the canoe, so one of the guys ran over to help her.
"Here, let me get that for you," said one of the guys as he sped over to grab her end of the canoe and help lift it down.
"Thank you!" my wife said with a smile.
"No problem, Ma'am, a pleasure," said the young man, catching a quick look at my wife's little boobs in her red bathing suit. The material at her chest had moved a bit and you could see her tan line.
We started loading our gear in to the canoe. My wife bent over, showing her cute little ass and tight tanned legs to the other couples. I could see both of the guys checking her out with the brunette grinning at them and giving them a raised eyebrow when they turned and saw they were caught sneaking a peak.
"I don't blame you, boys, she's a little MILF hottie," I could over hear her saying to them merrily but quietly as I busied myself organizing for the day.
Their two canoes were set to go and they had all cracked beers with an enthusiastic toast. The guy who helped lower our canoe walked over and said, "Hey, I'm Steve. Looks like we're all going to be canoeing together - that's my girlfriend, Emma, and my friend Rob and his girlfriend Becca - we hope we don't bug you guys."
Behind him I could see the girls shedding their shorts and tanks tops. After the girls had stripped down to their bikinis, it was hard to look away. Their young, thin, tight, bodies in barely-there string bikinis, leaning into the canoes with their perfect, slightly more than handful-sized boobs hanging down, was almost too much to take!
Emma, Steve's girlfriend, was the brunette and she waved and yelled, "Cute suit!" to my wife as she sat down in the front of their canoe. Rob and Becca climbed into theirs.
I said, "Not a chance! You guys have all the fun you want. We're out for a fun and mellow day, don't worry about us. Here, let me help you all shove off."
"Cool, thank you. If we don't see you on the river, we'll probably see you midway at the picnic landing. We have plenty of food and drinks if you need any," replied Steve.
As I shoved them off, I got a good look at the girls' cute little bikini-clad asses seated up front in each of the canoes. They all yelled, "Thank you!" as they began floating away. Both girls lifted their paddle over their heads, showing off their chests and let out a, "Woohoo!"
"Let's let them get a bit ahead," I said.
"OK," my wife said, as she pulled down her shorts and placed them in the middle of the canoe. I love seeing her little waxed pussy lips beneath bathing suit material. She gave me plenty of time to look as she stood there smiling up at me with her hands on her hips. After slapping on plenty of sunscreen on each other, we were ready to go.
Climbing in to the canoe, we set off and started chatting. It was as calm and warm as a day can be. I started the conversation by asking her who she thought was the hottest of the group ahead of us. It was an ambiguous question, and I was curious about whether she would identify one of the guys, or one of the girls.
"I'm not sure, they all seem cute and nice," she said.
For the past couple days we had pillow-talked about fantasies, as we do from time to time. We both discussed it would be hot if we had sex with another couple, but neither of us could imagine how that could ever happen, and neither of us wanted to risk what we had for a fantasy.
We both thought it could only work only if they were strangers. This would avoid any emotional connections or possible social risk. Fun to think about, but hard to do anonymously.
About an hour after we shoved off from shore, we were about to round a bend when we could hear the two couples laughing in the distance, as we rounded the bend they were about 200 yards ahead of us. The two girls had just taken their bikini tops off and were waving them over their heads and laughing.
