“No shit.” Sheri said. “When you walk near a guy, brush against him and see his manhood jump to attention, how can you not feel that down in your loins? Immediately, I feel my nipples hardening, and I know that they can see that too, and I know what they want. I know what they want to do to me. Even with their wives just a little ways away, I know they’d take a huge chance just to touch me.”
“Pretty intense, huh?” I asked my dear, quivering wife.
“Mmmhmm.” She seemed lost in her thoughts and then shook her head and came back to Earth. “We’re cool though, right?” She seemed inordinately nervous, and I wonder if maybe one of her barriers had slipped more than just a little. Not like I had room to complain.
“Sheri, you’re going home with me when this is all over. That’s what matters. If the playing around got a little out of hand, as long as we leave it here, at the cabin, who does it really hurt? I know you love me, and I love you, and everything else is just letting our hair down for once.”
She leaned into me, sighing. “You’re too good to be real.”
“And you’re too wild to be caged,” I teased. “Although I don’t think I ever would have guessed it. You’ve surprised me this weekend. I have to confess I like it. I like the teasing, and am fine with what’s been going on.”
I heard Jill’s voice from nearby. “Ok, lovebirds! Dinner is about ready, and even though lumberjack Alex may have earned a rest, we ladies have still got to pull a few things together. Coming?”
I hadn’t even realized that Sheri’s hand had wandered back to my lap, and was bringing me to life, yet again. When I stood, and helped my wife stand up, Jill looked us over. “Jeez, you guys! Alex, doesn’t that thing ever go down? You’re going to give my man a complex.”
Sheri giggled. “Oh, I think your man’s been doing just fine on his own. Quite responsive, that one.”
Jill laughed. “I bet I’ll walk bow-legged for a week after tonight. You’ve got him primed and ready to go.”
“That was the idea, right?” Sheri said as we walked along hand-in-hand.
“Shh! That’s our secret. You’re not supposed to share that with the enemy!” Jill said, falling in step next to me, and snaking her arm around my hips. I placed my arm across her shoulders, then let is slide down to cup her delicious ass.
The sun was setting behind us, a sliver of orange on the horizon, a little off to our left as we walked up the hill.
“I’m a lumberjack and I’m Ok, I sleep all night and I work all day,” I started singing, just happy as could be with wear life had taken me at that very moment.
“As long as you don’t start wearing women’s clothing, ‘and hanging out in bars’,” Jill warned me, singing the second half of her statement.
Gotta love an educated woman.
“The day turned out pretty nice, after the rough start we had.” I said as we approached the house.
“Nice?” Jill said, almost in shock, “Abso-fucking-lutely incredible is what I’m thinking.”
Sheri giggled. “I’m glad we’re in agreement. I hope everyone else thinks so.”
Jill snorted. “Just stick those big titties out there, and tell the boys what they’re supposed to think. I’m sure they’ll agree to whatever you tell them.”