Our friend Bill has a nice little cottage "up north" set on eighty acres of land. He is an outdoorsman and spends a lot of time hunting in his woods. He and my wife have always been flirtatious with one another. Like many men, it turns me on when they flirt. I often hope and imagine what it would be like if their flirting got physical. I have told my wife how I'd like to see them kiss and explore each other. She always shrugs it off as just a weird fantasy of mine and that she would have a hard time doing anything with me watching. She has told me that she does find Bill attractive, emotionally and physically.
Bill is in his late fifties or early sixties, but has kept himself in good shape, not bodybuilder shape but healthy. He's about six feet tall and 200 pounds, give or take. I've heard he packs a good-sized cock as well. He does have a noticeable bulge. My wife is in her late forties and also keeps herself in shape. She's five-foot-seven, about 155 pounds, shoulder-length light brown hair, beautiful blue eyes and a pretty smile. She has a wonderful figure, nice ass and 36C tits. No wonder Bill loves it when we are around; she's very easy on the eyes.
We see Bill from time to time but had not been to his cottage for a couple of years. During one of our visits with Bill, he invited us to come up to the cottage for a weekend and check out the work he's done. We make plans to visit in June. The weather should be good enough to take a walk through the woods and enjoy being outside. We are both excited to get away for a weekend.
After much anticipation, the weekend finally arrives. Plans are to meet at the cottage Friday afternoon. It's a three to four-hour drive for us, which seems to take forever. I can tell my wife is excited for the weekend, as am I. The more we talk about the cottage and Bill, the more excited she seems to get. I don't pass up the chance to remind her how much I love seeing them flirt with each other and also how I would be totally fine with more than flirting. Again, she gives me that "I'm sure you wouldn't" look and eye roll.
We get to the cottage early in the afternoon and the weather is perfect. Bill is waiting for us with a cold beer. While we move our stuff into the cottage, Bill gets a little fire going. We all grab a chair and a beer and sit down around the fire to catch up on life. After a couple beers, Bill asks if we'd like to check out the stuff he's done around the place.
Bill opens the door to the cottage, steps to the side and puts his hand on my wife's lower back, guiding her through the door, saying, "Ladies first.” As she enters the door he lowers his hand gently touching her ass. She glances back at him, giving him a quick smile. He shows us around the cottage, pointing out the changes. We both comment on how awesome it is. As he's showing us around, he's always next to my wife, hand on her lower back. I see him many times give her ass a quick feel.
After showing us around the cottage, he says he built a hunting shack deep in the woods too and asks if we'd like to see it. My wife immediately says, "Sure."
Bill goes to get his four-wheeler, but can only take one of us at a time. I tell my wife to go first and that I can wait. Bill asks my wife if she'd like to drive, which she agrees to. He slides back on the seat and helps her get on the four-wheeler. Since it's so warm out, my wife is wearing athletic shorts, panties, tank top and bra. Bill is in shorts and a t-shirt. As they take off into the woods, I see Bill resting his hands on my wife's thighs. I go back to the fire and grab another beer.
As they get to the shack, Bill's hands are still on my wife's thighs and he's gently swirling his fingertips on her bare skin. They hop off the four-wheeler and Bill lets my wife into the shack. He tells her, "Go check it out; I have to pee."
As she goes into the shack, he goes around the side by a tree. He's pretty much right in front of the window of the shack and, out of the corner of his eye, sees my wife staring. He finishes up and walks into the shack. My wife is blushing, knowing that he saw her watching him.
Bill asks her, "You like what you see?"
She nods and says, "Uh huh," as she glances down at his crotch.
"You want to see it up close?" he asks.
Another nod and "Uh huh."
Bill unzips his shorts and pulls his cock out. It's got to be seven or eight inches long and thick just hanging there. My wife can't stop staring at it. "You can touch it if you'd like," he says.
She reaches out using her fingers to gently lift his cock, feeling how soft, thick and heavy it is. Bill's eyes close as my wife glides her fingertips and fingernails up and down the full length of his cock. She slides a finger into his shorts to rub his balls. She can't do too much, so Bill reaches down and unbuttons his shorts. They fall to the floor.