Chapter One. Michael's dry spell ends unexpectedly
It was the lonely call of a loon, not the usual mix of traffic, sirens and barking dogs that woke me up that morning. The sun was barely up, but there was enough light for me to see my wife Stephanie's naked body next to me, in what clearly wasn't our bed.
As the fog cleared from my brain, I remembered that we were at the summer cottage of one of Stephanie's oldest friends, Lisa, and her husband Tyler. Cottage didn't do the place justice. It was a mini-mansion on a private lake about two hours from the city that they'd purchased a year earlier. This was our first visit.
Neither one of us thought much of Tyler, but he'd made fortune with his tech start-up, and he and Lisa spent most of their time here during the summer, except when Tyler had to return to the city for business meetings and, if his wife was to be believed, to have fun with the latest in his long line of skanks.
Stephanie and I had been given the main guest suite for the weekend. There were two other suites, each with its own bathroom, but ours was the only one with a deck and hot tub.
We'd arrived the previous night, well after dark, after getting a late start because Stephanie had to work overtime once again. She'd recently been promoted to vice-president of the marketing and communications firm where she works, and was burning the candle at both ends.
We both hoped that living in the lap of luxury for a couple of days was the tonic that we both needed, mentally and physically. Our suite was at the other end of the cottage from Lisa and Tyler's space, and I planned to spend the weekend getting re-acquainted with my wife's stunning body.
Stephanie was almost cursed by her beauty, because a lot of people — men and women — refused to take her seriously in the workplace. They thought she could have quit working and become a trophy wife, just like her friend Lisa. Earlier in her career, she frequently had to change jobs because male superiors hit on her. But she persevered, because she was as smart and strategic as she was beautiful.
The workplace harassment, while completely inappropriate, was also understandable. Stephanie had long legs, a great ass, and captivating brown eyes, all of which would have turned heads on their own. But it was her gorgeous boobs that were the feature attraction for most men — including her husband.
Even at the age of 48, after having a son, her 32D tits were as firm as they must have been when she was 20, and her nipples were often visible, even when she was wearing a bra. She once asked me if I'd like her to get a boob job, but I refused, telling her what she had looked great on her slim body, and anything bigger would have ruined her perfect proportions.
When we first met 12 years ago, we were both in miserable marriages. Even though I don't consider myself a bad-looking guy, I couldn't believe that a smokeshow like Stephanie would be interested in me. I was definitely getting some positive vibes over during several meetings between my accounting firm and her company.
We both had too much to drink at a work reception, and as we wished each other good night in the parking garage under the hotel/conference centre where we'd spent the evening, the weeks of smouldering passion between us led to a long, deep kiss and a lot of heavy groping.
We didn't want to be seen by colleagues, and the hotel was right there, so we got a room and fucked, played and talked for several hours. I still remember seeing her amazing rack for the first time, running my fingers over her wet pussy, throwing her on the bed and filling her with my cum.
Even though we skipped the foreplay, it was the best sex I'd ever had. As we laid on the bed, she told me it was the first time a man had come inside her in years, because her husband refused to fuck her in case she got pregnant again, and he selfishly refused to wear a condom or get a vasectomy. I'd gone under the knife after the birth of my second child, so there was never any reason to hold back with Stephanie.
Within a month, we'd left our spouses and moved in together. We'd fuck at least twice a day, often more on the weekends. Sometimes it was a quick blowjob in the kitchen, and even if there wasn't time to get naked, she loved it when I came up behind her and rubbed her boobs, which were often prominently displayed in the low-cut tops I encouraged her to wear.
Her previous husband was a bit of a prude and wouldn't let her show off in public. I was the complete opposite. Let other guys ogle her, and think what a lucky bastard I was to be with her, I thought. The added attention made her even more sexually charged, and I was the beneficiary of that. Who says being an accountant is boring? We had to tone it down a bit when the kids were with us, but they eventually went away to school and we were free to act out our fantasies 24/7.
She told me that she was always a bit wet, even when I wasn't rubbing her clit or stroking her prominent nipples. As her confidence grew, so did her professional success, and she quickly moved up the ladder at work. I'm sure her male co-workers still lusted after her, but they knew enough to keep their comments to themselves.
Stephanie still loved it when I went down on her, licking her pussy lips and clit, bringing her to some very noisy orgasms. Then I'd climb on top and fuck her gently until I came. If I went too hard, I'd shoot by load within minutes, especially when there'd been a bit of a dry spell. She still did it for me.
But our lovemaking had become less frequent lately. She often told me she was tired from work. She was as sexy as ever, maybe even better looking than when we first met, and that just added to my frustration. I often had to take matters into my own hands, or when I couldn't take it any longer, visit an upscale massage parlour. I rationalized that as long as I wasn't fucking the gorgeous creatures who were rubbing their naked bodies all over me and jerking me off, I wasn't really cheating.
I thought the change of scenery last night would spice things up between Stephanie and me. We had a few drinks with Lisa and Tyler when we arrived. They hadn't waited to get the party started, and as usual, Tyler was half in the bag, having consumed half a bottle of high-end bourbon, which I helped him polish off.
Lisa, who was wearing a pair of silk pyjamas that showed off her tight body quite nicely, was alternating between drinking bubbly and smoking weed. Stephanie poured herself a few glasses but declined sharing Lisa's joints, as she'd never really gotten into weed. After we had three or four drinks and got caught up with them, I suggested to Stephanie that it was time for bed. The fact that Tyler was dozing off was a perfect excuse.
The main guest suite was incredible, with a large king-size bed, comfortable couch and ensuite bathroom with a big walk-in shower. Tomorrow, we'd explore the deck and hot tub. When Stephanie stripped off her clothes, I thought the weekend fun was going to begin.
She climbed into bed, and once again claimed to be too tired to make love. She told me to wake her in the morning and stick my cock in her. "It'll be better in the morning, when we're not tired and drunk. And we don't have enough morning sex."
