The late afternoon sun peeked through the clouds as the sky began to clear over the lake. After two days of rain that kept us stuck in the cottage, I was ready to get out on the water to feel the wind in my face and course through my hair. It was especially hard to be shut-in during Thunderstorms after months of lockdown and self-isolation due to the COVID-19 Pandemic. We bought our island cottage about 5 years ago to get a respite from work and share some great times with our family and friends. Little did we know what a fortunate decision it would prove to be during this spring and summer. We had a quiet place to go during the pandemic to isolate ourselves, to find peace and solitude. However, weeks of isolation and now inclement weather was testing our patience. Thankfully, Maya and I get along well and when the weather isn't great we still enjoy quiet time reading, chatting by the fire and frequent hot bedroom adventures, even after decades of marriage. Even so, being an extrovert, I was longing to see and engage in conversation with others. With no real plan, I ventured out to seek friends relaxing on their docks with cold drinks in their hands. A little dock hopping would be the right tonic for my thunderstorm blues.
The Seadoo was a perfect way to get out, get an adrenaline-charged ride and still enjoy the beauty of the lake, pine trees and the rain-fresh scent still hanging in the air. Normally we would ride together but Maya was in bed with a migraine. She encouraged me to go and enjoy the ride. "Why don't you stop in and say hi to Ryan and Sara. I bet they would welcome your company." While I loved the speed and agile handling of the Seadoo, Maya preferred not to take the controls. She just loved to straddle the seat behind me, wrap her arms tight around my waist and enjoy the ride. She always said the deep rumble and vibration from the engine under the seat felt like riding her Sybian while floating on a waterbed. I've never ridden a Sybian, so I'll just have to her word for it.
After a quick jaunt up the lake and back, I was cruising past our friend's place located on a granite rock peninsula covered in majestic pines and oaks. While admiring the view, I caught a glimpse of Sara emerging from the cottage with a towel in hand. I stared a bit longer than necessary, after all, I always found her to be attractive; ginger-haired, fair-skinned, 5'4" with strong legs, tight ass and natural 34C breasts. She looked like she had just woken up after a satisfying post-coital nap.
No doubt she knew I found her attractive as our conversations around the campfire and cocktail afternoons on the dock seemed charged with passion and sexual innuendos. I am pretty sure she caught me looking at her ass on more than one occasion. Ryan was a lucky man to have met her while on a post-grad trip to Ireland and he always paid close attention to her needs. He seemed a bit subservient at times but who am I to judge, as I have been told as much by others about my relationship with Maya. They both preferred to take control of most situations, and we didn't fight them on that. Lucky ladies some may say.
Was Sara waving or gesturing me to pull up to their dock? A "come on over wave" so I pulled the Seadoo up to the dock where she came to meet me. Sara grabbed the braided ropes I tossed her and effortlessly pulled me in and tied me off. As she bent down to secure the front line, I couldn't help but notice the top of her milky white breasts and distinct tan lines from so many warm sunny afternoons on the deck lounge chair. Until the past week, it had been a dry, hot summer in cottage country. Her black crocheted cover-up did little to hide my view. Was she topless or was she wearing a light cream coloured bikini top? It was hard to tell from where I was seated.
"Hey, sweetheart!" " Rather close aren't you. Not social distancing today," I inquired. She was close enough the scent of French lavender oil was hard to miss.
"Screw that, I am sick off keeping 6ft away from people, besides I know you have been isolated at your island property for quite a while with that stunning brunette wife of yours." "I bet you never share her with anyone, not even...," Sara started to say.
"Hi, Brad! Ryan yelled from their upper deck, "Are you planning on coming ashore for a bit? Let Sara tie you up!" The thought of her tying my wrists and ankles to a bed frame with ropes and cuffs crossed my mind. "That would be incredibly erotic" I whispered under my breath.
"You know how good I am with ropes and knots honey," she teasingly hollered back.
Thinking back to what she said about Maya, I always wondered if something was going on with them; the attraction seemed real to me rather than imagined. I have witnessed intense but subtle glances, the lengthy embraces when saying goodnight after a dinner party and the devious look in Sara's eyes when Maya exaggerated the crossing of her legs while her tight skirt rode up her thigh a bit higher. One night last summer by the campfire with maybe a few too many drinks both Sara and Ryan admitted they were bi-sexual and swingers. They added that they hadn't been actively getting together with other couples for many years due to the time and energy expended on raising the twins. They used to frequent clubs, and attend private swinger parties. That was when the kids were young and they could get babysitters but once they became active with competitive sports there just wasn't much time for adult adventures. Their twins were just starting college and would be living on campus this fall so maybe they were thinking about getting back into the "swing" of things. Our daughter was also active in sports, a bit older and in her junior year at college. I recall how busy we were taking her to practices and games nearly every night and tournaments on weekends. Our common bond over raising athletic children was likely the reason we got along so well with stories of athletic accomplishments and sometimes disappointing failures filled our conversations.
In our mid-forties and still, in good shape, Maya and I considered ourselves to be a straight couple. We hadn't been with anyone else since our college days. During an alcohol-fuelled game of truth or dare, we ended up having a MMF threesome with a roommate which unfortunately we never repeated. I recall she had at least one female friend from work who was bi-sexual and was always coming on to her. While she never told me the details, they did share a room together while on a yoga/spa retreat weekend. Maya was very relaxed and affectionate after that weekend so I figured it was an 'inspiring' retreat. We never seriously considered going to a swingers club or resort however we had both expressed our fantasies, one of which included sex with another couple, maybe even a bi-sexual couple.
"Hey, is that a tray of drinks and glasses I see you carrying Ryan?" I chirped.
"Hell yeah, just some perfectly poured Margaritas, my friend! Stay for one, or two?" Ryan called back.
"Hey, are you flying solo? Where is that gorgeous little wife of yours?"
"Back on the island, tucked in bed and trying to get rid of a migraine headache," I called back.
Maya occasionally suffered migraines due to drops in the barometric pressure that occurs during thunderstorms. There is not much you can do but turn out the lights and hide under the covers. Sometimes if she felt one coming on she would seek out a vibrating dildo as an intense orgasm can break the migraine before it starts, so she claims. I never argue, and even offer my help when she wants it.
With a pout, Sara mummers, "That's too bad, I am sure Ryan has a full pitcher and four salt-rimmed Margarita glasses to share. Also, there is plenty of room in the hot tub, which is where we were heading when you pulled up dockside."
"Didn't you point at me and wave me to come over?" I inquired. "Well, yes and you are so desperate for the company you nearly overshot the dock pulling your throttle so hard," she teased.
She waltzed across the lakeside dock while I admired her tight ass and swaying hips through the tightly fitted cover-up dress. I followed her up the stairs and had a sneak peek at her crotch. I am sure she opts for a "Brazilian" wax, but with the lockdown maybe her ginger bush has grown in a bit. No matter, I bet it is as sweet as honey, either way, I muse. I am sure she reads my mind as she turns, and smiles catching my blue eyes fixed on her ass rather than on the stairs. "Don't trip on those stairs, we wouldn't want to send you home to the Missus with bruises now, would we?" she taunted.
Ryan had set the Margarita glasses and pitcher on the table beside the reclining lounge chairs. I'm pretty sure that I had interrupted their romantic hot tub dip this afternoon. As I said, Ryan's a lucky guy.
As we made our way to the chairs, Ryan was all smiles. He had an infectious smile and laughter that just made everyone feel good and ready for a fun time no matter how you felt before coming into his presence. He was a kind-hearted and gentle guy who seemed to attract women with ease, plus every guy wanted to be in his circle of friends. At 5'11", he stood about four inches taller than me, and had a swimmer's body; lanky, big shoulders, flat chiselled chest, strong arms, thin waist and long legs. I am not sure if he manscaped for swimming, but he had very little body hair. As he stood with a white towel wrapped around his waist, the late afternoon sun shone on a light layer of sweat that glistened on his tanned chest and shoulders. He reminded me of a Greek athlete about to compete in the ancient Olympic Games of Athens. Guess he won the gene pool too...lucky guy.
In his affable way, he assured me I had not interrupted anything special and it was good to see me, catch up and have a drink. Again, he hinted it would be nice to have Maya join us and said he may just have to go rub her shoulders to relieve the migraine headache or better yet pick her up in the pontoon (a much gentler ride than the Seadoo) and carry her on his shoulders up the steps to the warm and soothing cedar wrapped hot tub on their deck. I am sure she would love that. He could easily lift and carry her petite 5'2" body a mile without breaking a sweat; wife-carry, maybe a new Olympic sport. Sara smiled and added that she missed our get-togethers which had up to now consisted of video chats, dockside visits without leaving the boat during the pandemic. Sara was the hugging type, a little more touchy-feely than most and embraced all her friends with open arms and a light kiss on both cheeks. As if on cue, she grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a strong hug and a kiss on my cheek. Social distancing be damned.
