Three Days at the Lake

By Robin J. Kingsley

A sexually explicit novel for female and male readers who appreciate intellectual erotica. A middle-aged wife goes up to the cabin at the lake with a college student handyman. The husband was going to go, but had to stay for work. She decides that she deserves the experience of seducing the young stud and enjoying a fling, and she is confident that in return she can tutor him in the sexual arts. (She accomplishes both goals.)

 

Other erotic books by Robin J. Kingsley: Fantasztikus, The Compleat Eroticist, and Three Tales of Erotica (the last-named comprising Amsterdam, The List, and The Wife's Cuckold Husband.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robin J. Kingsley
• Release date: Mar 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223588962

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Three Days at the Lake

Robin J. Kingsley

To my muse, my editor, my love,...my spouse

copyright 2024 Robin J. Kingsley

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Going to the Cabin at the Lake

Chapter 2 At the Lake

Chapter 3 In the Cabin

Chapter 4 A Blowjob Lesson

Chapter 5 More Instruction

Chapter 6 Sex is a Decathlon

Chapter 7 In the Boat

Chapter 8 In the Bathroom

Chapter 9 The Island

Chapter 10 Their Last Dinner Together

Chapter 11 The Telephone Call

Chapter 1

Going to the Cabin at the Lake

Her phone rang and she saw it was her husband calling. Hi—got a minute? It’s about going to the lake. I know we are all set to go tomorrow, but something came up at work and I can’t get out of it. We have a big proposal due and everybody’s working overtime on it. But you should go ahead and I can drive up Friday.

I don’t know, it’s not much fun alone. So there's no chance you can break away early?

No, afraid not. But you should go. The annual party at the docks will be fun. I can drive up Friday and see the boat races with you.

Well, maybe. But even though I wouldn't be trying to launch the boat, I'm not really comfortable driving it up that mountain road. (The only time she tried backing the boat down their ramp resulted in one wheel tipping over the edge, and it took disconnecting the trailer and having a tow truck come to get it righted. Her husband courteously abstained from ever rubbing that in.)

Her husband, Duane, quickly replied. You know, if you don’t mind, I could ask Chris to drive up with you and the boat. I’ll pay him the usual for working on the place. He knows all about the plumbing system and he can check out the work done on the pump in the well and verify everything's working before I pay the contractor, and he has plenty of more work to do installing decking.

Chris was a junior at the state university in their town, and he had been paid by Duane several times recently to help work on the cabin at the lake.

Well, maybe I will.

Duane heard a little edge of emotion in that maybe. He knew his wife Barbara had a crush on Chris. A harmless one, since his wife was 45 and Chris was 20. From Duane’s point of view, harmless didn’t necessarily mean that nothing physical could come of it, just that their marriage wasn’t threatened by it. He could tell she liked seeing Chris work without his shirt on doing some of the construction work for the cabin, and that Chris was shy around her, signaling his attraction to her. When they were at the cabin and Duane was doing some work there, she put her makeup on; when they went to the cabin and Chris wasn’t there, she didn’t unless they were meeting friends at a restaurant or going to a party. Duane acted like he didn’t notice, but he knew she was flirting with him.

I’ve got his number here at work, I’ll call him and see if I can arrange it.

OK.

He got ahold of Chris and called his wife back.

Hi baby. It’s on for you and Chris to drive up to the cabin. He'll come over to our house at 9 am. I’ll call before I leave here to drive up on Friday and see if there’s anything else you need. That last comment was added by him in the spirit of the ancient Romans, cited by Montaigne, who sent a runner ahead to their wives upon returning from trips, so as not to infringe on their privacy if they were sampling the dick of another man.

The next morning, Barbara was packing up cardboard boxes with utilitarian household items to take out to their cabin—tools such as an ax and saw for the firewood, extension cords, etc.—as well as her own things. She started to pack two bathing suits: a conventional one-piece and a modest two-piece, but after a pause she pulled out the sexy new light blue one she had just bought that somewhat shocked her with how much of her it revealed. The scanty blue bikini covered her boobs a respectable amount compared to what other women were wearing these days, but in the process of covering those 40DDs, the stretchy fabric made them bulge upward and also expose ample curves of breast-flesh on the sides. There was no way her 40DDs in a stretchy, revealing bikini were going to be modest. She was heated up at the thought of being alone with Chris at the cabin. The young man was a handsome hunk. As she stood in front of the mirror, she wondered if Chris would get turned on seeing her, or if he would just find her a middle-aged bother. She also wondered if showing off her big set so prominently was overdoing it, but she told herself she was just wearing a bikini and there was nothing wrong with that. She tried out various ways of tying the straps, the tighter she tied them the more her jugs bulged. Too much and it looked over done, but she liked posing that way in front of the full-length mirror. Duane had gotten that nice mirror for her last birthday present.

Chris was always extremely formal and polite when he was around her. She thought he might have gotten turned on a time or two when they were talking, but maybe it was just that polite manner of his. In any event, if anything was going to happen at the cabin, she was the one who would have to initiate it. It was up to her to find out if he was nervously polite or nervously lustful.

She paused to wonder if she was acting like a lecherous older woman, preying on a youth half her age. It seemed absurd to think of a hook-up between a young college guy and a middle-aged married woman, even for a harmless little fling. Did he find her attractive or was she just an older lady?

Once she tried on her new suit and looked at herself in the mirror it eliminated that concern. She looked great, she really did. She was sure her adolescent male would get turned on looking at her body. She was what one might call a fitness enthusiast. She was not a woman who went to the gym to talk her way through a personal trainer session. She sweated; she lifted iron; she breathed hard; and her muscular physique was reflected in that homework. Her dimensions had stayed the same since college, and they were knock-out dimensions. For a thin-waisted athletic gal, her breasts were unusually large. She had trouble buying stretchy fitness tops that restrained her jugs from lunging around too much when she was on the treadmill. She had one pull-over exercise top that let her nipples poke out noticeably when they were erect, which she wore sometimes around the house to entice Duane into a romantic evening, and she decided to pack that one too.

One time at the pool at the club where they belonged she was sunbathing alone and got up to go to the locker room. She propped up her phone and turned the video on as she got up. When she got back to her chaise lounge she looked at the video. Every attractive woman should do this to document the fact that they are attractive. Several of the young guys and not a few of the fathers obviously had looked at her, none of them visible to her as she looked straight ahead when she walked. And the same on her return. In such a setting, males are trained they would be acting in bad form if they are obviously staring at the tits of a woman walking past. But when a woman doesn't see that she is being observed, men pay those bouncing boobs compliments with their eyes.

She decided to wear the new blue bikini under her T-shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror nude, with the suit on, and with the T-shirt on, and with the short cut-off jeans, the shortest she had. She took them off and trimmed another inch off the legs, so that a bit of buttock was visible. A young woman can have a firm ass by doing nothing; a 45-year-old woman earns that achievement through thousands of supermans, squats, miles and miles on the bike, and other exercises on a daily basis. Her workouts gave her a great ass and she knew it. Then she switched out the T-shirt for a loose-fitting tank top that had only a slightly scooped top. The bottom was loose-fitting and stopped above her belly button, the material hanging loosely from the shelf of her