Disclaimer: This story picks up the morning after the events of Part 1.
You would think, that with the previous night's events, we all would have slept in. However, despite my gorgeous wife fucking and sucking my best friend and I silly, we all woke up relatively early, ready for breakfast.
"Last night was wild! How do you feel about it?" Abby whispered, like we shared some secret, as we both squinted in the sunlight flowing into the cabin window.
"We had fun, Luke had fun, and I'm pretty confident nobody is leaving anybody for someone else, so let's enjoy the trip, you have carte blanche baby" I replied. The thought of seeing her with both Luke and I again, as well as visions of last night, had already started my cock swelling.
"Easy there boy! Don't start something we can't finish, anyways, I'm famished!" Abby smiled as she threw the covers back and noticed the tent starting to form in my boxer briefs.
"By the way, Becky is missing out, Luke has an adorable cock!" she teased, throwing on one of my flannel shirts and checking her face in the dresser mirror.
"Okay, get the car packed, I'm going home!" I retorted in feigned shock, as she grinned and laughed in return.
"No way babe, we're just getting started!"
Oddly, breakfast wasn't awkward at all. Everyone behaved as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, as we loaded up on strong coffee, eggs and bacon. Luke, Abby and I made the usual inquiries on how we slept, the beautiful weather, and how many fish we were hoping to catch that day.
In short order, we had all showered, grabbed our gear, a cooler full of drinks and headed down the path to the small dock at the end of the property. A quick call to Lou, a local retiree who has a side hustle doing odd jobs for the seasonal cabin folk, the previous week, made sure the 16 foot bass boat my late father left me was in the water, gassed up and in ship-shape.
The outboard engine roared to life easily as we left the dock and headed to a small bait store across the lake. Luke and I were in the lazy weekend uniform of ball caps, cargo shorts, flip-flops and tee shirts. Abby on the other hand, had donned a green bikini, with athletic shorts over it, and the flannel shirt from earlier, to guard against the morning chill.
Bait secured, we motored to a favorite crappie spot, and set to fishing, without much luck. Still early in the season, the lake was calm, and save for 2 boats in the distance, nearly deserted.
After a while of no luck, Abby shucked the flannel in the warming air, while Luke, now sitting behind the console, absentmindedly fooled with the boat's controls.
"Sorry the fishing sucks guys, must be too late in the day," I said, "it's still nice to be out on the water."