Friends Cottage -
A few years back, my husband and I were swingers. Neither of us really knows why it stopped, but it just sort of teetered off and now a few years have gone since we were actively in the lifestyle. We made some great friends and although not actively in the lifestyle, we maintain those friendships to this day.
One summer we were invited up to a couple's cottage in Northern Ontario. We had spent some time with this couple in the past and had developed a really great friendship. They were very easy going and even easier on the eyes.
Pam was a tall (5'11") blonde woman who exuded confidence and sexual energy. Her love for men and women could not be quenched. Her husband Dean had a smile that could melt the panties off any woman. He was an inch or two shorter, salt and pepper hair and a nice stocky build.
We arrived at their beautiful cottage and helped them unpack and get things stowed away. It was relatively early when Dean asked if my hubby wanted to go for a ride on the ATV's and try fly fishing on lake further back from their cottage. Pam indicated that I should go too as the view is amazing and she had some things she wanted to finish up so they could get settled.
I jumped on the back of the ATV my hubby was driving and he followed Dean up and down trails. Dean stopped to point out things of interest and see how we were holding up on the ride. After a while we arrived at this amazing little crystal clear lake.
Dean pointed out to the lake, "This is the best trout lake around! I have caught some big trout right here."
My hubby immediately grabbed his fly rod and headed to the water's edge.
Dean asked me if I was going to fish as well. "No, I'm just going to watch," I said with a smile.
Leaning against his ATV, he indicated that he hadn't gotten a hug yet. Dean opened his arms invitingly and I went over and gave him a big hug. He held me close to him and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. As I turned around to watch hubby, Dean pulled me back so I was leaning against him.
We stood there talking and watching David fish. Slowly I felt Dean's hands slip under the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing. His touch on my skin was electric. My stomach tensed and he slowly continued his hand up across my belly and brushed the underside of my breasts. My nipples hardened immediately against the fabric of the bikini I was wearing underneath. Pulling me tighter to him he kissed my ear, slowly moving the hair from my neck before attacking it with his mouth. I just closed my eyes and gave my neck to him. His big hands grabbed both my breasts and squeezed them firmly.
Breathing heavily in my ear, "Grace, you have the sexiest little body."
Every once in a while he'd call down to David and comment about the fishing or his technique. His hands never stopped their slow methodical massage of my breasts. To say I was excited would have been a huge understatement. After an eternity of playing with my breasts, he just lifted my shirt up exposing my breasts to the warm summer air.
Dean smiled as my shirt lifted over my head. "That is much better, isn't it?"
I turned my head and we began to make out. He grabbed my hand and pulled it behind my back resting it on the bulge pressing against the fabric of his bathing suit trunks. I slowly stroked its length through his shorts.
"Mmm yes," he moaned as we kissed