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The Lodge
Sammy Edgerton
Jerry Prentiss was no longer in condition to play linebacker. He had been a star both in college and later in the pros. Now, he was president and CEO of Prentiss and Company. He had built a firm foundation for his company. He had built his company on multiple legs. Each was successful on its own, but taken together, they were a real power. Prentiss and Company was a holding company for his operational subsidiaries in commercial real estate, commercial construction, residential real estate, homebuilding, apartment construction, apartment management, apartment ownership, motel construction, and motel ownership and operation.
I was a real estate agent in his residential real estate arm, Prentiss Realty. Like his other subsidiaries, day to day operations were guided by former teammates. In the case of Prentiss Realty, that would be Brad Milton. I had a good life, I thought, by working hard, at both listing and sales, I had moved into third place among the twelve salespersons in our firm, which was number one in our metro area.
Andrea, my wife, worked in a library. Her choice of occupation seemed a little incongruous for her outgoing personality and easy way with people. I would have thought she would have been as good at real estate sales as I was. I considered my secret to be consistently providing a high level of service, so that I was able to do well, without the magnetic personality that Andy had. Life in an upstate New York city was nice, although the winters provided an uneasy balance between the easy availability of winter sports and the bone-numbing chill of continental winters.
Andy's charms didn't stop with her encyclopedic knowledge of the library and her pleasant personality. Her physical appearance was beyond riveting. She did seem a little unbalanced with her 38DDD's atop a five-foot-four frame that was trim except for her boobs, with a twenty-three inch waist, and a thirty-five inch butt. Her boobs were natural as was the color of her sandy, shoulder-length hair. Her bedroom-blue eyes made her knowledge of the library highly sought-after, at least among the male denizens of her library. She only wore one of her body con dresses for social events, because even she admitted it was too distracting in the stacks of the library.
Our love life was fantastic; Andy and I both knew how to ring our partner's bell. From our first night together, we both considered the other to be the best lover ever. Even after three years of marriage, it took little effort on Andy's part to inspire me to great bedroom efforts. Our love life was still at honeymoon quality and quantity.
I had noticed both Prentiss and Milton taking an interest in my wife at the firm's social events, such as the Christmas party; however, I didn't feel any cause for concern until the team-building experience in my third year at Prentiss.
The event was held at a lodge in the Adirondacks, which was an asset of Prentiss and Company. It was actually more than just a lodge; it was a full-up resort. The lodge itself was the center of most of the planned activities; it was surrounded by several outbuildings including a generator house and a boat house at one end of the dock. Then there were the cabins. A dozen or more cabins were scattered haphazardly throughout the trees, which characterized the shore of the lake.
In attendance were most of the staff of Prentiss Realty plus the great man himself. There were enough cabins for the sales staff and their spouses, while Milton and Prentiss and the office staff had bedrooms in the lodge.
Since most of our firm's activity occurred during the weekend, the event was set up to run from Monday evening to Friday morning, providing three full days of activities during our four-night stay plus allowing six hours travel times going and coming. Andy and I were both looking forward to the trip as we were both avid fans of many outdoor activities, both summer and winter, although the time of the year was summer.
We drove up to the company lodge, arriving late Monday afternoon. We were both excited, looking forward to some good times with my coworkers, but more importantly, special time for just the two of us in a romantic setting. Monday evening, we all got together in the main lodge. There was a buffet, dance music, and plenty of alcohol. I managed to get in a few dances with Andy, but her dance card seemed to be mostly filled up by Milton and Prentiss. I tried to make lemonade out of lemons by dancing with as many of the other females in attendance, making sure that all the women had at least one dance with someone other than their spouse or plus-one. Finally, around eleven I was able to extricate Andy from the arms of my superiors and take her to bed. She seemed to be in high spirits and our lovemaking was outstanding both qualitatively and quantitatively.
The first team-building event was the canoe races. There were thirty-six in attendance including spouses. The three-person teams for the canoe races were supposedly random, set up to be highly competitive. All the teams were mixed, but some were with two men and one woman and others had two women and one man. It didn't seem completely random as Andy ended up on a team with Milton and Prentiss, and I ended up with the first- and second-leading salespersons, both of whom were females and experienced in sales but not in canoeing. After the warm-ups it appeared that Andy and I were the most experience canoeists, but Milton and Prentiss were the strongest physical specimens. It was set up as a with two semi-finals races, each with six teams. The top three from each semi-final would race in the afternoon finals. Surprisingly, Andy's and my canoes were both in the first semi-final race. I took the rear position, while in the other canoe, Milton was in the critical rear position and Andy was in the least important middle position. In spite of the physical specimens in their first and third position, my team was able to pull out a narrow win. However, both teams went through to the finals.
In the finals, the management guys had wised up and exchanged the positions of Andy and Milton. This dramatically improved their performance and my team lost a reasonably close race for second place.
The winners had to perform a victory dance with lots of kissing and hugging although Milton and Prentiss limited their interaction to a few high-fives and one low-five. That evening we had another fireside get-together with hors d'oeuvres, alcohol, and dance music. This evening, I was barely able to get two dances in with Andy as Milton and Prentiss tag-teamed her and didn't bother returning her to our side of the long table. Around eleven, I picked up her purse and went to their side of the table and asked Andy if she was ready to retire.
She said, "Thanks for bringing my purse, honey! You go ahead and I'll come to bed later."
Andy
I didn't know what was happening to me. I was enjoying flirting and being entertained by Jerry and Brad. I knew it was my ovulation time and I was a bit tipsy from too much alcohol. I also felt a certain closeness with Brad and Jerry and how well we had meshed in the first team-building exercise. After Sammy left, I just felt hornier and hornier. Jerry and Brad stepped up the flirting and touching. I knew I was getting damp, perhaps a little more than damp.
When Jerry asked Brad and me to go to his room for a special drink, I agreed, knowing that I was taking a big step. I found both Jerry and Brad to be quite attractive. That coupled with my horniness and respect for two powerful men to overcome any worries about appropriate behavior. To me it was exciting, and a bit naughty to be going to Jerry's bedroom. So what if I ended up playing around a bit. One of us would surely stop it before it went too far. Jerry's room was very nice, complete with fireplace, bearskin rug, and sofa. Jerry pulled a bottle from his suitcase. Apparently, it was a blended whiskey. He poured a generous two fingers in each of three glasses on his mantle. He added about one finger of water from a carafe.
Jerry told us, "This is 100 proof, but blended so well, that it just goes down smooth as silk. Brad and I sat on the sofa. He served each of us a glass and then took the third glass for himself. He joined us on the sofa. I was between him and Brad. He said, "To the best team at the retreat!" and we clicked our glasses and then took big swigs. It was smooth, but as it went down my throat, I felt warmth spreading throughout my body, even a slight tickling of my nipples. Jerry sat his glass on the coffee table. Brad and I followed his lead. Jerry then laid one on me. It felt wonderful as our lips pressed together and his tongue explored my mouth. I felt it all the way down to my vagi. I leaned back, but then Brad followed Jerry's lead. It wasn't as hot as Jerry's kiss, but it still added to my increasing arousal. Then Jerry embraced me and repeated his deep kiss. I returned his embrace, but felt Brad push his hands under my blouse and release my breasts from the confinement of my bra. Jerry kissed me again while Brad massaged my boobs. This was not good, but it was exciting and naughty. I knew I was getting wet.
Jerry commented, "We don't need this," as he quickly unbuttoned my blouse. Brad continued kissing the back of my neck and manhandling my boobs. I thought Jerry would take my blouse off, but instead he unsnapped my jeans and reached inside my panties to grab my snatch, resuming kissing me but embracing me only with the hand that wasn't inside my panties massaging my clit. In almost no time I was alternately panting and moaning with their double team of my most sensitive spots. This was getting out of hand, but I was already too far gone, my arousal was rising higher and higher and soon I was gasping in the pleasure of a body-shaking orgasm.
