When my friend Harvey mentioned his house at the lake, my first response was: “Are you a secret millionaire or something?”

Harv and I both drove work trucks for the county, and he pulled the same salary as me. How the heck did he have a second house?

He laughed in a good-natured way at my confused expression.

“No, not a millionaire,” he told me. “The place belonged to my grandfather, and I ended up inheriting it. It’s just a glorified cabin. But Becky and I get up there three or four times a year. Sometimes more.”

Becky. Lucky Harv was married to Becky, who was a stunningly hot woman with a lovely face and a body that should’ve been sculpted in marble by a master’s hand.

Harvey and I were having an after-work beer at our regular watering hole, which meant the usual chitchat. But he surprised me by suddenly saying: “We’re going up this weekend. You want to come?”

I blinked. Harv and I were pretty tight. We’d been to ball games together, and he was fun to talk to and be around. But going away for a whole weekend with him and his wife? It was almost a … romantic commitment.

I chuckled into my beer at my silly thought.

“That a no?” Harv asked. There seemed some strange tension in his voice, like my answer was very important to him.

I said, “I’d love to come.”

He grinned delightedly and replied, “Becky’ll love it!”

That weekend, Harv and Becky drove to the lake in their SUV, while I followed in my two-door. The trip was north, more than 100 miles, but it felt good to be away from the city, driving at my leisure instead of wrangling a big county truck.

Ahead I saw Becky and Harv in their ride, looking like they were laughing and having a great time. I couldn’t help but gaze a little longingly at Becky. It was only human of me to have something of a crush on her. Of course, I’d never tell Harvey about it — and I certainly never planned to act on my feelings. I wasn’t about to fuck up my friend’s marriage.

Still, I fantasized about her on the drive, conjuring salacious images of her bare body. I pictured her emerging from the lake naked, beaded with water, gleaming in the soft daylight. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples stiff from her swim in the cool lake. Hair plastered to her, an errant hank across one eye, giving her an enticing mystique. Toned legs carrying her toward me. Her pussy bare. Her mouth curled into a hungry smile.

As I’d mentioned, the trip was nearly 100 miles, with me sporting half a hard-on most of the way. It was sure to be an interesting weekend.

When we pulled up to Harv’s house at the end of the long dirt lane, it was plain to see the place wasn’t much to look at. But it did have a rustic charm, and, hell, having a place to escape to must be nice. Harv was indeed lucky.

The area was also extremely isolated. No other structures stood nearby. We unloaded our gear, then they walked me down to the lake itself. Trees were all around, full of birdsong. The air was fresh, and I smelled the water before we reached it.

The path emptied at the shore, and the lake shone bright with the sun. On the far side, a few other houses poked out of the trees, but the sense of seclusion didn’t diminish.

“Man, it’s beautiful,” I said.

Becky, standing next to me, squeezed my arm and told me, “We’re so glad you could join us, Ike.”

On my other side, Harv’s strong hand clasped my shoulder as he said, “Yeah. It’s great to have you.”

We held the tableau a moment, as if a current ran through the three of us — some warm, nameless energy.

After walking back to the house, Harv and I made lunch, while Becky aired the place out. The cabin had a stale smell, but not unpleasant. We ate together, then had coffee. We’d brought in all the supplies we would need. We planned to stay that night and the following one before heading back to the city on Sunday.

Shortly after our meal, we loaded up a cooler with beer and returned to the lake, all of us clad in swimwear. I was helpless to furtively ogle Becky, who was dressed in a bikini. Damn, she had a fine ass! I watched its moving swells as she walked ahead of me, while she and Harv chatted happily.

Near the shore, we spread out blankets and opened the cooler. There were towels on hand. I looked out at the beckoning water. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d swum in anything other than a pool.

“I’m going in,” Becky cheerily announced. She gave Harvey a quick kiss and strode past me. Off to our right was a flat ledge of rock, which looked to be the perfect platform. I gazed, entranced, as Becky nimbly performed an elegant dive into the water. Instantly, she was swimming toward the center of the lake.

The sight of Becky stirred my cock inside my trunks. Harvey was sitting on a blanket next to me and opening a beer as I told him, “I think I’ll have a swim, too.” I hastened into the water, wading out until it was deep enough to swim.

“Have fun!” Harv called out, just before I threw myself lengthwise into the lake.

It felt good and refreshing to swim in the natural watering hole. It was nice not to be cooped up in a truck for once. I used my muscles, flexed my body. The water was cool but not cold, and I was already warming up with the exertion.

I raised my head and saw Becky just ahead, treading. She seemed to be fumbling with her bikini top. I came to a splashing halt a few feet away.

“Fancy meeting you here,” she said with a grin. “Can you give me a hand?”

Then I saw what she needed, and a surge a hot desire coursed through my veins. Her top had somehow come undone, and she was trying to retie it behind her. It wasn’t easy to do that and tread water at the same time.

I gulped. She was barely keeping the cups of cloth atop her gorgeous tits. I could see the lush mounds and vividly imagine the sweet pink nipples that topped them.

“S-sure,” I stammered, moving in behind her.

My hands didn’t want to cooperate. They wanted to leave her top undone, wanted her to lose it entirely. That was the horny, crush-tormented part of me. That guy wanted Becky to turn, baring her breasts and smiling at me as she drew me into a tongue-tangling kiss right there in the lake. We were so far out, in fact, that Harvey likely wouldn’t even see what we were doing.

But Harv was my friend, and so was Becky. So I tied up her bikini top and ignored all of my other impulses. She thanked me sweetly, then suggested we swim side by side awhile.

It turned out to be a lovely experience. She moved with a mermaid’s grace, and some of that physical elegance seemed to seep over to me, so that I, too, was stroking through the water with ease and polish. It was like our private aquatic ballet, performed for no one but ourselves.

We went back to the shore. I felt deliciously tired out, and Harv tossed me a beer. Evening was coming on, and we watched it, the way you never can in a city. Colors filled the sky, and the light gradually dimmed.

I’d started to get drowsy. But something caught my attention before I went under, an awareness of something happening. Sounds in the dusk. Mouths at work, slurping noises. I was lying back on a blanket, and I slitted my eyes.

Harvey and Becky were on the other blanket, side by side. They were kissing passionately. In fact, I saw the flash of their tongues. I also heard a low moan from Becky that raised gooseflesh on me. Such a sexy sound. Harv added a bass grunt.

Before long, they were grinding together, body on body. Harv hadn’t swum, but he was in trunks just like me. Becky was still in her bikini, and I became even more aware of how skimpy it was than I had been when we’d been out on the water.

Harv pressed his crotch against his wife. They were still engaged in their devouring lip-lock. Becky reached around and clutched a handful of her hubby’s ass. My eyes widened automatically as he put a hand on her tit, squeezing her through the swimsuit fabric.

I wondered if they thought I was asleep. Maybe they were just getting carried away.

But I felt I had to say something to let them know I was still present and awake before things got out of hand.

“Uh, guys,” I muttered. “Maybe I should head back to the house?”

They paused. I could hear Becky’s rapid breathing, but it was Harv who said, “You can, Ike. Or you can stay.”

That struck me dumb. He couldn’t be suggesting what I thought he was. Then Becky confirmed it, by saying bluntly, “We don’t mind you watching us.”

With that, they resumed kissing and groping each other more vigorously than before. I sat up, thinking I should make a joke of the situation. But it wasn’t a joke. They were serious. I. Could. Watch.

Hand trembling, I took another beer from the cooler and observed my two friends grappling in the shadows. The stars and moon had come out, and the light was pale, almost ghostly. Certainly nobody else in the area could see what was going on.

But I could. I sipped the beer and watched intently. Harv undid Becky’s bikini top and flung it far away. Becky’s tits glowed in the faint luminescence, gorgeous swells tipped with erect nipples. Harv dropped his mouth on one, then the other. Becky mewled like a woodland nymph, thrusting her breasts against her husband’s mouth.

Soon the bikini bottoms were peeled away, and she lay fully bare — so beautiful the sight of her sucked the breath right out of my lungs. I barely noticed Harv removing his trunks, but then there he was, naked alongside her. Their hands moved with greater urgency. He groped her, and she touched him everywhere, obviously eager for his body.

His cock was fully erect and glistening with a dribble of pre-come. Becky bent and eagerly licked off the shiny dollop, and a jolt of joy hit me suddenly. What a lucky fucker Harvey was!

Becky sucked his cock awhile. It was an erotic shadow show, her head in silhouette sometimes, moonlight gleaming on her at random angles. I heard the damp sounds, the draw of suction, as Harv’s moans rose.

He didn’t shoot off in her mouth. Instead, they switched positions. She lay back, and he set his face between her smooth thighs. I imagined the taste of her in my mouth, and I envied Harv. Before long, Becky cried out, clutching his head.

Beautiful. Come on his face, baby, I thought.

Then they were moving on to the end game. Becky was on top to start. She bucked up and down on his hard shaft as her head whipped from side to side. When she came again, her backbone arched as she thrust her tits toward the sky.

Harvey ended up on top of her for the final sprint. He fucked her at a delirious tempo. I didn’t think Becky would have time for another climax, but she snuck it in, just as he went taut above her. I knew he was jetting his spunk into her as she quaked beneath him.

The afterglow was palpable. They were like two rosy embers in the night. Wordlessly we went back to the house, guided by flashlight and taking all the gear with us.

I slept alone in my bed in a separate room. I didn’t know what I would say to them the next day.

I woke up before they did. I went down to the lake, found a trail and ran along it awhile, then swam out, again exerting myself. When I came ashore, I felt refreshed.

I walked back to the house, ready to face whatever awaited me. Maybe we’d pretend nothing had happened. I was the guest; I would follow their lead, I decided.

Becky was there. She wore one of Harv’s shirts and, I suspected, nothing underneath it. The sight awoke familiar desire in me. She was drinking coffee, smiling at me over the rim of her mug.

“Harv went into town,” she said.

Her husky tone made my throat tighten. God, I wanted her so much. But whatever was going on between us, I needed it out front, in the open.

“Look, Becky,” I began tentatively.

She cut in, “We like to play, Ike. It’s as simple as that. Harv has always liked you. I like you, too.”

She set down her mug. With her eyes fastened on mine, she began to unbutton her shirt. “If you don’t want to … ” she trailed off. But her voice told me how disappointed she would be if I didn’t.

What could I do? I wanted to be a good guest. I grinned and watched her drop the shirt to the floor. Her naked form glowed with sensuality, and my cock swelled mightily. I unsnapped my trunks and let them fall to the floor with a damp plop.

My cock waggled as I approached her. She took my hand, and we went into the bedroom where she and Harv had slept the previous night. The rumpled sheets beckoned us, and she guided me up onto the mattress. Even the touch of her hand in mine felt electric, like that nameless energy I’d felt earlier.

We lay down together, and I felt we were at the precipice. My heart beat fast, and we hadn’t even done anything yet.

But then Becky shifted. Her arms went around me, and my mouth was falling toward hers. Our lips met, and a great hunger broke out within me. We kissed intensely. Our tongues emerged at the same instant, and the kiss became a hungry event.

Our faces ground together. She heaved closer, pressing her body against mine. Her tits were against me, and I reveled in the smoothness of her skin. My cock twitched against her flat belly. She kissed me deeper and deeper, like she was trying to lick my tonsils. It was fantastic.

We let our hands roam free. I felt her palm on my back, gliding down to smooth itself over my left ass cheek, which she squeezed. At the same time, I worked a hand between us to grope her tits. It was like touching nirvana. Her nipples stood up erect, and I gave them a thorough tweaking. She moaned into my mouth at the contact.

I snaked the same hand downward across her stomach, slipping it between her silken thighs. She lifted her leg, and I grazed my middle fingertip along her slick slit as she writhed on the bedcovers.

As I sank my finger into her, she reached for my hard cock. Her thumb touched my cockhead, smearing the daub of pre-come there. I shivered as she caressed my sensitive crown. Then her fingers wrapped around my shaft. I felt myself pulsing in her grasp.

She started to pump me as I finger-fucked her. Her interior was wet and hot, and I relished the sensation. I then zeroed in on her clit, which lay waiting swollen with desire. I coaxed the lovely little bud, sparking so much joy.

Her fist pistoned faster, jerking a rising ecstasy from my cock. But my hand worked quicker, or maybe her responses were on more of a hair trigger. At any rate, she tumbled into a thrashing climax that was gratifying to witness. I wanted to please her as much as I’d seen Harv do the previous night.

I shifted position, moving down the bed and shouldering apart her legs. The close-up view of her pussy was lovely. I feasted on it for a few seconds, savoring the tantalizing aroma, then I put out my tongue and swiped it along her slit.

Her hips bucked, and she let out a growl. Encouraged, I slipped my tongue inside, slurping up her wetness before I sought out her clit. I gave that button another round of attention, polishing the nub with my tongue tip. She ran her fingers through my hair and took a tight hold, which I didn’t mind at all. She ground her pussy on my face, and I just ate her harder.

When she came again, it was with a gush of juice that I dutifully drank down. I came up gasping for air. I went to wipe my mouth, but she moved quicker — seizing my face and licking her wetness off my chin and cheeks.

She eased me onto my back and hunkered between my legs, pushing them apart. Her hand cradled my balls, and I saw, to my extreme delight, her mouth closing on my cockhead. I lifted my head to watch her cinch her lips around my knob, then descend my shaft. In seconds, she’d sucked me all the way down.

She bobbed her head, and her tongue wriggled on my staff. She gave me some lovely suction. Her eyes blazed every time her head came up, and that further excited me.

Suddenly she sprang up, and I was ready for her. I caught her around the waist as she dropped herself onto my spit-wet shaft. She took all of me up into herself as she released a guttural cry and began riding me.

Her tits bounced, and I reached up to caress them, tweaking her succulent nips again. She rocked wildly, slamming down hard on me each time. Her head whipped back and forth. I watched as yet another climax tore through her. Maybe Harv was so willing to share her because she was tough to keep up with!

Her latest climax left her a little limp. I set her on her back and climbed onto her. I eased my slick cock in her slicker pussy and set off on the final stretch. The slippery grasp of her was so sweet. In fact, the whole experience was just wonderful. I was having sex with my crush, and no one was getting hurt.

I fucked her faster and harder until I felt like a blur of motion. She made inarticulate sounds and thrashed crazily. Her movements took me into a titanic orgasm. I pumped and pumped into her as I emptied my load, finally rolling off to one side.

Harv entered the room immediately afterward. In fact, he was so quick — and smiling so broadly — I got the impression he’d been watching me nail his wife.

He stripped and lay on the other side of Becky.

He said to me, “Remember, what happens at the lake — ”

“Stays at the lake,” I finished, figuring that’s where he was going. It had to be a one-off deal. That weekend only.

“Yes, but we were hoping you’d become a regular guest up here.”

“I’d love to,” I told them, feeling my cock stir anew.

Fortunately, Becky was also raring for round two, and this time, her husband had a front-row seat.