As three-hour drives go, the drive to the lake house was a quick one. My wife Stephanie and I planned a hike through the countryside, so we woke early and drove through the morning. We chatted amiably on the drive — the station promoted her to the anchor desk in the fall once the current seat-holder's contract was up; I told her about the research projects I was planning for the next couple years — and I checked out her legs.
Stephanie's father is an architect, and he built the lake house as a present to himself and his wife. They were able to get the property for a song because while the area is beautiful, it was still a decade away from getting services. Today the place is still secluded, but it's been wired with electricity, natural gas and all the other amenities.
Steph's parents designed the house as an empty-nester's retreat — we have to "book" the cabin months in advance and always around their schedule. The trouble is always worth it. Glass and steel and polished wood, it manages to stand out from and blend into the forest at the same time. It's back from the main road, but boaters on the lake often trimmed their sails to get a closer look.
We parked behind the house and unloaded — bottles of wine for dinner, bottles of tequila for after, fresh coffee for the next morning along with eggs and bacon. I tossed my weekend bag on top of the bed while Stephanie rolled her own "overnight" bag into the corner. I went into the kitchen to put away the supplies. When I finished, Stephanie was tightening her auburn hair into a ponytail, with a couple of loose tendrils framing her face.
"You ready to go for a hike?"
"Anytime you are," she said. "Let me tie up my boots." She bent over. Her heart-shaped ass stuck straight up in the air as she pulled tight every eyelet of her ankle-high boot.
I wandered up behind her and rubbed my hands up the back of her bare thighs. I cinched my hands around her narrow waist and drew her ass against me. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay here? Your sister won't be here for hours–"
"–Mm... you make a strong offer, but we don't get to come here very often. I think I'm sure. Still..." Stephanie pressed her palms against her knees and leaned back into me. She rubbed her ass side to side against my rapidly growing bulge. She sprung up and kissed me, darting her tongue between my lips and pressing my face with her hands. "C'mon, stud. I want to return to nature." And off we went.
The day was beautiful. Sun with scattered clouds, the kind that warms your skin without making you sweat. Stephanie and I hiked for almost an hour into the forest and along the side of the mountain, following little more than game trails and keeping the lake at our back. We kept the quiet of two people who are very, very comfortable together.
When the light through the pine trees shifted to remind us that dusk would come and I could feel my calves, Stephanie pointed to a patch of soft earth at the base of a tree. I sat down, and she settled herself with her back against my chest and her legs between mine. I felt the warm heat of her body and inhaled the sweat-and-shampoo scent of her hair. We sunned ourselves in the afternoon light.
"I like this," Stephanie said. She rubbed the inside of my leg.
"It's a beautiful day," I said.
"No – I mean, yes, it's a beautiful day. That's not what I mean, though. I mean I like this," she kissed the back of my hand. "I like this new – phase? Of our marriage? The way we've been the last few weeks?" She released my hand and placed it over her breast. I imagined I could feel the flutter of her heart.
"I like it, too, Steph. I think you've felt how much I've been enjoying our time together." I wasn't sure where this was going. Her brow furrowed.
"Did you... do something to me?"
"I've done a lot of things to you."
She smiled and shook her head a little. "You know that's not what I mean. I'm being serious. I let you hypnotize me. I wanted you to help me lose some weight, and now I feel like this – I don't know – sex panther!"
We laughed together.
"Do you trust me?" I rubbed the top of her thighs and squeezed her torso between my elbows. I wanted to handle this delicately, and I think she wanted the same thing.
"Of course. You know I do."
"All right. Trust me when I tell you that you can't hypnotize someone to do something they don't want to do. Do you think there's a part of you that wanted to maybe open up a little?"
Her nose wrinkled as she thought about her answer. She rubbed her knees together. "Yes. I think this is something I've wanted for a long time. Thank you for being there with me to help me live out some of my fantasies." She grabbed my wrist and slipped my fingers between the folds of her shirt to rest against her breast. My fingers brushed on the delicate lace of her bra.
"Just some of your fantasies?"
She elbowed me in the ribs. "Just some of them, buddy. This is a girl with depths you haven't plumbed yet."
We laughed together and then let the silence of the forest settle back around us. I don't know what she was thinking about, but I was definitely thinking about plumbing her depths.
Maybe she was thinking about the same thing. Stephanie asked, "What are your fantasies?"
"I don't know, baby. I'm pretty vanilla."
"C'mon. Apparently I'm an open book to you."
"I bet you could guess."
"I bet I could, but I still want you to tell me." We looked into the valley. My wife slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts. "Tell me, please."
I was surprised at how squeamish I felt. A few days ago I'd told her about how a student sucked my cock to improve her grade. Comparatively, the stakes were pretty low. "I want to..."
She interrupted me before I could finish my thought. "...Threesome?"
"Yeah."
"What kind? The one where I have to share you with another girl?"
"Actually, no. I want to share YOU with another girl. Imagine – someone kissing you who knows how it feels to be kissed, and sucked, and licked..."
"Mmm... That doesn't sound too bad. What else?"
"I think I want to fuck you in public."
I could feel her back tense against me. "Like in a sex club? I don't think..."
"No. It was so hot just seeing you walk down the hall to my office – and no one was there. The thought that someone could see you – that they would see us. Just thinking about it now gets me hard."
"I can feel." She ground against me a little.
"I think about you blowing me in the car as we're driving down the highway, and some trucker seeing you with your head in my lap. Or you calling me into your dressing room before you go on air. We fuck on your couch, and you read the news with my cum dripping down your thigh."
"God, that's hot. What else?"
