Chapter One - Friday Night at the Cottage
The dishes were washed, the leftover food stored in the refrigerator and another bottle of wine opened. It was probably the fourth bottle of the evening, but on this cold winter night in late January, they weren't going anywhere.
Will and Brigit always enjoyed visiting Ross and Kate's cabin, but work schedules and kids kept them from taking advantage as often as the four close friends would like. But this weekend, the kids were all with grandparents or at sleepovers, and the adult-only weekend was just beginning.
Actually, Ross and Kate's place wasn't much of a cabin - it was more like a beautiful, full-size house that happened to sit on a picturesque lake in northern Michigan. It had everything, lots of bedrooms and bathrooms, a guesthouse, full garage, huge cedar decks and even a hot tub. It was the perfect spot for a romantic, get-away ski weekend with good friends.
The two couples had driven up north separately, Ross and Kate had arrived earlier in the afternoon to turn up the heat and lay in a fire. By the time Will and Brigit had arrived just after sunset, the whole house was toasty and glowing, in a way that is only possible on a cold winter night.
Kate was wearing a simple white cotton t-shirt that was just tight enough to show off her rather large breasts. She had purposely set the thermostat higher than usual so she could feel comfortable going braless without "nipping out". Brigit chose a looser, low cut silk top that draped very enticingly over her nicely shaped breasts and showed quite a bit of cleavage. She knew full well that every time she bent over, everyone would get an eyeful. But this weekend, that was the point.
The two couples went way back, so long now that they couldn't actually remember how and when they met - sometime back in college or shortly thereafter, and they remained closest of friends. Their relationship had grown over the years as they became more familiar with each other. The girls seem to enjoy flirting with the other's mate, enticing them with an occasional flash of breasts. In the summertime, after the kids were solidly in bed, they had even skinny-dipped together, but nothing too racy had ever occurred. That didn't mean that none of them had any fantasies about the other's mate.
Physically, the four were all in pretty good shape, but their body styles differed greatly. Ross was tall and lanky, bordering on skinny, whereas Will was short and wiry. Together, they looked like the old cartoon characters Mutt and Jeff. Despite being over forty, both Ross and Will had admirable six-pack abs and no sign of love handles.
Kate was a bit taller than the average woman, and her large, firm breasts and small, almost boyish butt were an admirable combination. Brigit was only slightly shorter than Will, and her trim physique gave evidence to the hours she spent each week working out. Both women had beautiful breasts, but in quite contrasting ways - Brigit's were average in size, perky and perfectly shaped. According to French standards, the ideal breast should fit into a champagne glass, and that was Brigit. Kate's breasts were magnificent, full and round and firm, and would have no doubt spilled out of any kind of glassware.
Soon after she and Will had arrived arrived, Brigit had gone to work in the kitchen, spinning her culinary magic, preparing a gourmet meal to start the weekend's festivities. Eventually, she had sent the boys outside to grill the rack of lamb, the barbecue positioned in a sheltered corner of the deck right off one of the big windows in the kitchen.
As the boys shivered and stamped their feet, trying to stay warm as they tended the grill, huddled outside in the alcove, Kate and Brigit started to feel guilty about sitting inside the warm kitchen. It was Brigit who suggested flashing them to "warm the cockles of their hearts", and Kate had no problem going along. Brigit knocked on the window to get their attention, and when the boys turned and were definitely looking, she and Kate lifted their shirts, and lingered in their exposed positions longer than what would be considered a quick flash. The girls even had time to look at each other, smiling and laughing at being so bold together.
Both women were immediately aware that Will didn't even glance at Brigit, nor did Ross look in Kate's direction. Each husband's eyes were trained solely on the other wife's breasts, and the hunger in their eyes obviously had little to do with the cooking lamb. They weren't leering or being creepy in any way, but the guys' interest was certainly very obvious to the ladies, and they liked that.
Aware of how much Will was enjoying the view, Kate started moving her body up and down just enough to make her big tits bounce just a bit. Meanwhile, Brigit could almost feel Ross' eyes drifting across her torso, focusing on her nipples. She liked seeing the appreciative smile sweep over his face, so she turned from side to side to give him an even better view. She even took a deep breath and pushed out her chest, proudly showing off.
Each woman knew she was good looking and liked having such power over men. Each woman was also confident in her own relationship with her own husband, but there was something exciting, almost arousing about having a different man stare at her body. It helped that the "other man" was a close friend with whom they were so close and liked a lot.
Out in the cold, the flash incident had caused Ross to muse "what is the most beautiful curve on a woman's body?"
Will listed his favorites: "breasts, hips, thighs?"
But Ross surprised him by answering: "no, it's her smile. And why is it that a woman always smiles so wonderfully when she is flashing her breasts? You see pictures on the internet, and the flashing woman always has this great look on her face, smiling so hard, like she is having a great time and really enjoying the experience. How can we get them to do this more often so they can be as happy as we are when they give us a treat like that?"
Inside, Kate asked Brigit "did you notice how Ross never took his eyes off of you? He never even glanced at me."
Brigit replied "but Will did the exact same thing. Never looked at me. He was downright leering at your boobs. I guess they'd just prefer to see something different."
Both women were silently thinking to themselves for a few seconds before Brigit asked "how often do you think about seeing 'something different', I mean would you like to see Will naked? After all these years of being married, do you ever think of having sex with another man? And if so, do you fantasize about a guy you know, or a stranger, maybe like George Clooney?"
Kate said "I wouldn't kick George Clooney out of bed, that's for sure. But if I was going to cheat, I'd probably pick somebody whom I really liked, and who really liked me, so that would have to be a close friend. But don't worry - I'm not out to steal your husband."
