I laughed. “Let’s see if Sheri makes the same request,” I teased.
“No doubt, bro. She’s paid a visit to the promised land. She’ll be begging for a return trip.”
“You are so full of shit. What was that you said about drama?”
He explained that Jack was gone when everyone else started waking up, but he showed up a little later – just needed to clear his head, he claimed. The girls wanted to get out and do some absolutely minimal shopping, just enough clothing to get home without getting arrested, and some provisions for lunch since our larder was just about empty.
Apparently there were some heated words between Jack and Jill before the whole group left. Jill talked about staying behind, if she wasn’t wanted, and Jack took that poorly, making some comment about her wanting to stay behind with the two of us.
“Damn, I hate that shit,” I told him. “I thought Jack had more sense than all that.”
“I don’t think any of us expected last night to end up like it did, ladies included, and I’m hoping he just needs some time to work things out.”
“You’re OK with everything right? You feeling a little weird? Maybe want to punch me in the mouth?” I asked, only half-kidding.
“If you told me three days ago that I’d be chatting with a guy who fucked my wife senseless, and I’d be as happy as I’d ever been in my life, I’d have laughed in your face.” He smiled. “You’re not going to snake her, and I don’t think she’d survive more than once a month with you anyway. How about you?”
“I gotta admit, a couple of times I felt a little bit weird about the whole thing. Sheri passing out BJs was one thing, getting double-teamed by you horn-dogs, that was completely mind-blowing. She had just finished telling me she wasn’t going to let anything bigger than a finger inside of her.” I grinned maliciously. “Come to think of it, I guess she kept her promise.”
“Fuck you too, asshole,” Dan laughed. “If you hadn’t used up Robin, and then hogged Jill for the rest of the night, we could have all shared like nice friends do.”
“You know, I thought I might get upset or jealous, but the God’s honest truth is I thought it was great. Now I’m thinking I’m the luckiest fucking man in the world. You get to be the second luckiest.”
“But none of this goes on back in Dallas, right?” he asked.
“None. I think the 100 mile rule applies here. 100 miles away from home, if I’m anywhere near your wife, she’s fair game. Same goes for you and Sheri.”
“Like a Cozumel trip?” he asked smiling.
“Bowlegged for the whole week,” I told him.
“Good, as long as we’re on the same page,” he laughed.
We talked some more about our plans for the place, and it turned out he had big ideas. Of course with 30+ acres of prime land, a couple of hundred yards of lake front, and the legal right to do almost anything he wanted on it, I’d dream big too.
We were starting the shut down process, and dealing with a few issues around the place when we heard the bikes returning. It was hard to miss.
The girls came traipsing along, discarding their clothing almost as soon as their feet hit the floor. All three of them. Then to my immediate disappointment they headed back inside the cabin. The beautiful natural scenery suddenly seemed pale in comparison.