From the author: This story is written from my wife's perspective of her weekend - once she finally told me about the details.
My name is Chloe, and in my early 20s, my best friend Liz and I could often be found at Lake of the Ozarks -- specifically Party Cove. If you've never been to Missouri, Lake of the Ozarks is where people from Kansas City or St. Louis go on the weekend to have some fun. In the 1990s it wasn't uncommon to find yourself topless on a boat, drunk and perhaps indulging in some recreational drugs -- and of course, having lots of sex. But that was 30 years ago.....my life is much different now.
I'm now in my late 40s....and despite being a mom of 2 boys -- still look pretty good. I'm 5'6" and about 120 lbs with small but perky tits. My husband, Seth, of 23 years is a hulk of a guy he is 6'4" and about 290lbs ...with a well-established beer belly....and is still the love of my life. We are still very much in love and enjoy an active sex life, but it does feel good to know that men still find me attractive.
When I go out with the girls, guys much younger than me will often hit on me....I take it as a compliment and politely say "no thanks, I'm married". I will confess that younger men hitting on me does turn me on....but I always go home and my husband receives the benefit of my excitement.
When I do go out with the girls, my husband, instinctively knows that I'm coming home buzzed and horny for a reason....and often times our sex leads to me fantasizing about getting fucked by a stranger's big cock. My husband, knowing these fantasies turn me on, is happy to role play with me adding some dirty talk to the fantasy. These role playing sessions, where I pretend to fuck other men, always results in me coming all over my husband's hard 6 inch cock. I think these role playing sessions is my husband's way of letting me cheat without actually cheating and helps keep our sex life spicy -- something I figure all marriages of 20 plus years must do. After these fantasy sex sessions, I always reassure him that our role playing is fantasy only.
The past year has been a challenge....with the pandemic.....job stresses....and kids being at home more than normal. Despite all the stresses, my mood has been so much better recently as things are getting back to "normal" with our work and personal lives -- and the prospects of actually getting to hang out with friends is a reality!
Out of the blue a week ago, my best friend Liz called me on a Thursday night. Liz divorced about 2 years ago and we had not spent time together (other than phone calls) since she, and her husband, Rick, divorced. Liz is and will always be my best friend, despite her poor choices in men. Rick was Liz's 2nd husband....and she confessed to me years ago that she married him for 2 reasons. He had inherited a lot of money and he had a big dick. Liz has never been shy about sharing her sexual conquests with me....and while her stories over the year's made me blush -- they were fun to listen to.
As part of her divorce settlement, Liz kept possession of the lakehouse and cruiser that her and Rick had on Lake of the Ozarks -- which is a 2 hour drive from where I live outside St. Louis. Liz called me and invited me over to her lakehouse to have some "girl time". After checking with my hubby -- plans were made to spend the weekend at the Lake!
I left work early on Friday, packed my bags for a two day trip and hopped in my SUV and excitedly drove west to Lake of the Ozarks. I arrived to Liz's house and found that she had already started the party -- as she seemed to have an alcohol buzz and it was just early evening. We decided to simply hang out on her deck, which overlooks the lake and catch up on each other's personal life.
It was clear that Liz was still reeling from her divorce -- apparently she caught Rick screwing a neighbor when she came home early from a work conference. That pretty well ended the marriage...and started the division of assets.
While Liz fared well in the divorce settlement, I'm sure the emotional toll was a heavy price to pay. I shared with her how great things were in my life -- I was worried that me telling her about my happiness would be upsetting, but Liz is a great friend and she seemed genuinely happy for me and my successes.
After many hours and many drinks, we turned in about midnight -- looking forward to spending Saturday on her boat -- perhaps visiting the Party Cove to see if things have changed in 30 years.
We got up at around 10 am and made a run to the store to get some adult beverages for our day on the lake. After packing up a cooler, we made our way from the house to the dock, where Liz's boat is kept. I say "boat" -- her cruiser is super nice -- sporting a large sunning deck on the back and sleeping quarters. I have no idea how much the boat costs -- but I'm guessing over $150,000.
Liz, being the experienced boat captain, lowered the boat off the lift and into the water and off we went. We drove straight to Party Cove -- our old hangout. Party Cove is an area of the lake where boaters gather, tie-up to other boats and just party and hangout together.
We arrived to the cove about 1 pm -- there was probably about 20 boats already tied together. We pulled up along-side a boat filled with 3 couples....and they eagerly greeted Liz and I and helped us tie on and get our bumpers in place.
Once we were anchored, we hit our coolers for a drink and introduced ourselves to those on the neighboring boat. All 3 couples were from the Kansas City suburbs and although probably 10 years younger than us; seemed like great people to hang with or at least have as neighbors while we hang out in the cove.
About 15 minutes went by and a boat pulled up on the other side of us -- wanting to tie on. There were just two guys and a girl on this boat....seemingly a couple with a 3rd wheel. Soon after, many more boats tied on -- almost forming a U in this cove. As the afternoon sun started getting hot, many hopped in the water and floated on their flotation noodles or tubes while enjoying their beverages. Liz and I had settled into sunning on the back deck of the boat and just soaking up the sun and festive energy.
Just like the 'old days' things start to get a little wild in the cove about 4 pm -- as the affects of sun and alcohol set in. We saw a couple of girls in their 20s "lose" their tops; and a few guys made spectacles of themselves by skinny dipping. Nothing too crazy, but standard party behavior on the lake.
