The Getaway Weekend (MxM) [Completed]

Chapter 1

A vacation week at a cottage up north was just what I needed. There were a few of our friends that had booked a series of cottages on a private lake to escape the world and our kids. My wife and I were sharing one with another couple, and there were two other couples in the cottage next door that we knew. A weekend getaway, they called it.

At 40 I was the fittest one of our bunch. My 5'9" frame maintained it's muscled and ripped physique still as I worked out hard every day. Coming up to a cottage would be no different, I had told my wife. Even though she wanted me to truly relax, there was no taking a break at my age from keeping my 155-pound body toned and cut. I still had that youthful look about me, cute and handsome, with a tight jock bubble butt and broad shoulders for my size. My blue-grey eyes pierced through anyone, and my clean shaven smile still melted a lot of hearts. I was a good husband to my wife, having never slept with another woman during our marriage. I couldn't say the same thing for men though.

With all the new websites and Apps it was getting easier to hook up with like minded men. Perhaps this weekend away was exactly what I needed to escape the temptations and focus on relaxing.

We arrived early Friday evening to the cottage, which was a spectacular private area of about 10 cottages, all built like upscale log cabins. The couple we were staying with, Alex and Nicole, were friends of ours and the ones that organized everything. Alex was your typical married guy, a couple of years older than my wife and I, worked as a contractor, and had nothing in common with me. He was plain looking, a bit overweight now, and kind of a loud-mouth jerk mostly. His wife Nicole and my wife Allie were very good friends, working together for the past ten years or so. Therefore, it was a husband's job to simply tolerate the spouses. Next door to us were two other friends of my wife and Nicole from work, with their husbands – Sue and her husband Rob, and Michelle and her husband Ed. I had never met Sue and Michelle's husbands, and wasn't expecting too much. I only heard their names through conversations but didn't know too much about them as I often zoned out whenever the women were together around me, or when my wife talked about them. I drove the four of us up, with Alex sitting in the front seat with me while my wife gabbed in the back with Nicole. The conversation with Alex up front was stilted as we had little to talk about for the three-hour drive north. I was more than glad to see the cottage as Nicole pointed out the final turns from the back seat.

We parked in front of the two-story log cabin, the second one from the last in this private lake spot. As I got out to stretch, the cabin beside us on the other side opened and Sue and Michelle came bounding out to greet our wives while I headed to the trunk with Alex. I grabbed a few things while hearing Michelle, who owned the cottage she was in, hand Nicole the keys to our cottage having already picked up everything from at the main office. She knew the owners of our cottage and was thankful we could rent it this week to join them. I rolled my eyes listening to them as I followed her up the stairs to unlock our door. Alex trailed behind me carrying half what I was. The guy was taller than me and outweighed me by at least 50 pounds, but obviously wasn't up for heavy lifting. Sue yelled to the husbands inside their cottage to come help us.

When I returned to the car, I was introduced to Sue's husband Rob as he walked by me, a big burly bear type guy with a beard and beer gut. He nodded at me, already sweating across his forehead with this first trip. I nodded a hello in return and headed back to the trunk to grab the large cooler as Rob continued into the cottage. And then I heard a deep voice beside me.

"You must be Allie's husband?"

I turned to face the man at the trunk of my SUV, holding out a large hand. He was a tall, solid guy, his bald shaved head glistening from the setting sun. He was clean shaven and had a chiseled face for a guy his age, maybe a few years older than myself, with dark brown eyes. He was about 6'1" or so, and very well built from what I could see. I grabbed his extended hand and shook it firmly.