Chapter 2 Our First Time
Hopefully you've already read chapter one of my story and you understand how we arrived here and the significance of the small steps forward we took in anticipation of this happening. I've also realized that I didn't properly introduce us in chapter one. My name is Lynn and I'm 49 years old at the time of writing this, the events described in this story are just short of two years in the past now. I'm a college-educated woman with a corner office overlooking downtown. I wear business suits to work and dress very casual on the weekends, not often showing off much. I'm a fitness and outdoors junkie and I've kept myself in very good shape at the gym and by hiking and other outdoors activities. At 5'4 115 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes I usually surprise people when they find out my age and there is little visible to the outside world to suggest a hot secret exists in my marriage. Dan and I have been married 15 years and have been discussing his fantasy of sharing me for several years.
Once we realized we both wanted it to happen we began struggling with the logistical side of the fantasy. Who would that third person be? How would we pick them? Would we choose a friend or a stranger? These are questions that every couple that ventures down this path must deal with. Dan felt that I should primarily do the picking and I agreed but was open to suggestions from him as well. Months went by as we continued talking about the fantasy with both of us avoiding an obvious answer right in from of us.
My husband and his best friend Ron had met in high school on the football team and became fast friends. The friendship turned to brotherhood when they both entered the military after graduation. Their military life had been filled with danger on the highest levels but they succeeded together and had distinguished careers that led to them being sought after in the private arena when they left the service. Following our marriage, Ron had become a dear friend to me as well. When their deployment schedules were different Ron was always just a phone call away, when the sink was clogged or the car wouldn't start. He was the best male friend I'd ever had outside of my husband. The reluctance to mention Ron was on both of us. Dan didn't bring him up for fear I'd think he'd been planning this all along and I didn't mention it because I didn't want my husband thinking I'd been fantasizing over his best friend all these years. Of course both us were concerned about doing something that could harm a life long friendship. At the same time we both knew we could trust Ron completely. Fortunately fate or whatever stepped in and made the obvious answer clear to us.
Ron lives several hours away from us now but several weekends months are spent with Ron at our vacation home on Indian Lake in West Central Ohio. We've been going there for years and although most residents only use their homes in the summer we use ours year round. It's a small 2-bedroom house but it's perfect for a week or weekend. A dock and covered seating area face west for summer sunsets and a wood burning fireplace make winters there comfortable. We have a boat there and between that and the outdoor space we are rarely inside during warm weather.
Early spring and into the summer I started paying more attention to Ron when we were there together. I'd always found him attractive and we had always flirted rather tamely with each other but looking at him now with possible lustful intentions was exciting for me. He'd been divorced almost 10 years now but always seemed to have some new younger woman interested in him. I wasn't sure that he would be open to what we were considering but I began flirting more obviously as we talked and hung out together, noticing that he seemed to enjoy it. Dan noticed as well and was happy to see I was getting more comfortable with the idea of exploring. Even mundane tasks like clearing the yard after winter or working on the boat and house was more fun with the added flirtatious behavior. By July I was thinking for sure I'd found the guy I wanted to try this with.
The Fourth of July weekend in 2017 brought with it the promise of a five-day mini vacation for us. The 4th was on a Tuesday and we were heading to the lake house on Friday to get an early start. Ron had been seeing this one woman off and on but she was working the weekend and couldn't get to the house till Monday so it would be just the three of us for the first few days. As I packed for our time there I realized that I'd selected my shortest shorts and skimpiest bikinis for the week! I was definitely hoping to make an impression. We arrived late morning on Friday and set about to the usual tasks of cleaning, checking on the boat other minor things. Late afternoon we spent together on the boat relaxing and eventually watching the sunset. As I sat on the bow in my shorts and bikini top I noticed Ron checking me out several times and I wondered if it had always been that way and I just hadn't paid attention. I'd been killing myself in the gym for months and it was exciting to see him noticing. Later that night in bed I told Dan that I thought I was ready to make his fantasy come true! It goes without saying that he was as excited as me for the possibility and we made love very slowly and tenderly perhaps in anticipation of what was to come.
Saturday morning we woke to a perfectly glorious day. The sun was shining brilliantly and it was already hot and humid by 9 in the morning. I made a huge breakfast for the guys and myself knowing we'd be on the lake all day and I was surprised to find that I had a nervous feeling already, the excitement of what the day may bring affecting me even this early. We packed a cooler for the day and got the boat ready; I picked my American flag bikini hoping to show off a bit. We were on the lake by 10, coffee in hand, not wanting to waste a minute of this gorgeous day. The humidity and heat seemed to build up quickly so we broke out the giant inflatable raft to cool off. We took turns alternating between riding the raft through the wake and driving the boat.
Our second or third time rotating that way my husband suggested that Ron and I take the raft together and he would stay with boat. Now the raft is pretty big, it's the kind you can sit back into, but two adults was going to be a squeeze for sure. Ron got in first and I sat in front of him. We took off through the water hanging onto each other and I suddenly realized my husband was a genius for suggesting this! It was strangely intimate contact as I held onto Ron's legs and he held me around the waist as we bounced through the wake laughing like kids. Several times we ended up in the water and each time Ron would easily lift me back onto the raft, his powerful body barely challenged by the task of lifting my 115 pounds out of the water. The thought of my husband and him handling me that way in bed kept popping into my head.
We made our way back to the boat when we were exhausted from the fun. I laid back on the bow to get some sun and dry off. Again I noticed Ron looking at my body as I reclined there. With my sunglasses on I was studying him and my husband as well. Both men were in incredible condition and no one would ever guess either of them as being over 50 years old. They had spent their entire adult lives perfecting their craft, which included being in shape similar to an elite athlete. They had continued working on their bodies after leaving the service. Both were older now obviously, a slight gray showed in their hair in places but there was no mistaking the energy they both possessed. As afternoon seemed to race by I was becoming more and more excited by what I hoped the night would bring. We got back to the house late in the afternoon and went to get cleaned up for dinner.
I found it challenging not to touch myself in the shower I was so turned on by events of the day and my thoughts. I checked my body in the mirror after the shower and was proud that I'd worked so hard on it. I selected my shortest shorts, the kind with the pockets hanging out a bit and a white tank top I tied up in the front. Underneath, a matching black bra and tiny bikini style panties completed a simple look. I usually don't wear much makeup in the summer just letting my tan do the work, but tonight I added some smoky eye shadow and a glittery body gel to make sure I looked as hot as I wanted to for the evening. I stepped outside to join the guys who had taken far less time than me and were already preparing dinner.
Ron noticed me approaching first and surprised me when he complimented me, "Damn Lynn you look fucking great!" he said. I felt myself blushing and saw Dan turn to look at me. The smile on his face told me I'd done well, "Yeah you look beautiful Hun," he added. I saw my husband studying the black bra strap showing from under my tank and I winked at him knowing it was one of his personal turn ons. We sat together outside for a light dinner, the heat probably keeping my appetite in check along with my nerves. Afterwards we sat out next to the water for several hours watching the sun dip down for the night while sipping a cold beer. As we sat and talked into the night I wondered if I was the only one feeing the tension in the air. The laughter seemed different to me I wondered if they both knew how nervous I was deciding what to do next. I could feel my husband looking at me and I suspected he wondered as well what was going to happen. Perhaps it was my imagination but I felt that Ron knew something was different too, but I was still confused. How does something like this start? Do I just blurt something out like "lets go to bed!"?
Dan disappeared into the house for a few minutes and returned with a bottle of Don Julio Anejo, my all time favorite tequila. "How 'bout a nightcap guys?" he asked. We each took one of the small glasses he brought out and poured a bit of the tequila over the ice in each. We sat quietly for a while and I knew I needed to decide how to proceed and get something started. I let the tequila work its magic relaxing me and then suggested we move to the screened porch cause the mosquitos were starting to act up. We have a giant old glider on the porch that belonged to my husband's grandma years ago. It's probably big enough for five people to sit on so the three of us fit quite easily. I sat in the middle and leaned back into Dan, throwing my legs up onto the glider with my feet resting on Ron's legs.
"Well isn't this romantic?" I laughed, slowly rubbing my feet on Ron while sipping my liquid courage, both guys laughed lightly. Dan wrapped his arm around me and leaned in to start kissing my neck, I purred and leaned a bit more allowing him easier access to it, my feet rubbing up higher on Ron's leg as I did so. The contact with my neck is one of my favorite things and made me squirm with excitement. After several minutes I tilted my head to the side and kissed Dan deeply then whispered to him, "Is this really what you want?" "Yes" he whispered back to me before his mouth found mine again. Ron sat watching us making out and I felt his hand start to rub my leg where it was against his. I felt it was time to jump in with both feet so to speak; I pulled my mouth away from my husband and looked at him with as much desire as I could, "Can I kiss Ron too?" I asked loudly enough for Ron to hear me too. "Yeah I think you should," he said.
I willed my nerves to settle as I turned to face Ron, leaning in I kissed him lightly at first but then our mouths opened and my tongue found his. The sweet taste of tequila and the smell of his cologne filled my head. My entire body felt like it was tingling from the excitement. Our tongues continued to explore and I felt his hands on my waist as the kiss continued and when it finally ended I felt breathless! Rising to my feet I stood in front of the glider trying to look sexy in my nervous state. "I'm heading to the bedroom," I said, "who's coming with me?"
