I chuckled and said, “Are you renting? Are your husband’s here with you?”
Ali responded, “My husband and I own it but we very rarely use it. We rent it out most of the time. Joan’s husband is away on travel and we decided to come up for the week. We both like to fish. Our husbands hate fishing. Go figure huh.”
She moved over close to me and picked up my flaccid cock and gripped it tight again. She stared down at it and said, “Ummm. If I could get Joan to come over; ummm, would you be available?” She wouldn’t look me in the eye. She dragged her index fingernail from my glans, down the underside and over my balls waiting for me to give her an answer.
“Generally, I’m available but I can’t guarantee it,” I said. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask for my phone number. For some reason I didn’t want to give it to her.
Instead, she said, “The cabin doesn’t have a land line and we get no cell phone service there. If I can convince her, we’ll stop tomorrow morning. Is that okay? We’ve been best friends since college. I have an idea of how to convince her.” I thought for a moment and then nodded. I couldn’t imagine that I would have anything going on at that time of day. Ali pulled on her shorts and stuffed her panties in a pocket and then pulled on her ribbed tee shirt. She stuffed her bra into another pocket. Her nipples were long and hard and pushed on the cotton tee shirt material. She saw me looking at them and she shook them from side to side as she giggled.
It wasn’t until she pulled away from my dock that I thought, ‘What was I thinking. I was doing something this morning when they saw me naked on the deck.’ No matter; I probably wouldn’t see either of them again anyway. I pulled my nylon shorts on and retrieved a beer from the refrigerator. I stood at the railing looking out at the lake. It was a weekday and there were few boats.
I pulled on some sneakers and went to the garage to get the lawn mower out. I mowed the water side lawn, which oddly enough is called the front yard. I was half-way through the street side lawn or the backyard when Jacob’s diesel truck pulled into his driveway. He waved as he got out and opened his garage door. I was pushing the lawn mower back into the garage when Ashley’s car arrived. She waved as she went into the garage. I waved back.
I was thinking about her ménage a trois comment from the last time I saw her but I was making no assumptions that she was serious or that she would even remember saying it. She was a bit of a space cadet.
It was almost dusk when I heard Ashley and Jacob fucking on their deck. The breeze that had been blowing all day had disappeared and I could hear every grunt and groan and their skin slapping together with each thrust. I had learned to tell the difference between them fucking on the deck and inside with the windows open. My cock grew to full size and I couldn’t help but jerk myself off. I could tell Jacob was building to his climax and Ashley had already screamed her way through two. I was trying to time my orgasm with Jacob as I imagined it was me fucking Ashley.