Hot Tub Confessions - When the Wife's Away, the Boys Will Play

PreludeSummer was slowly slipping away in Ontario. Hot and humid nights had given way to cool and clear mornings, with the crisp hint of autumn in the air. The bustle of summer was gone. The tourists had all dispersed, heading home to work, school, life in general.It was only a matter of time now before the leaves would begin their annual ritual of moulting into fiery reds and oranges and golds. It was always a bittersweet time of year for me - lamenting for the end of summer, but longing for the pristine white purity of snow to blanket our sleepy little town.We had been married at this time of year, many moons ago. I looked back ever more fondly with each passing year. Since having children, we had always regarded our anniversary weekend as a wonderful time to get away and reconnect, as both friends and lovers.This year would be no exception. Grandma had graciously offered to tend the kids for us so that we could enjoy a long weekend away. We hastily made plans to rent a familiar cottage, packed our bags, and prepared to retreat from all the work and stress that had become our daily routine.A few quick phone calls after the kids left for school one Friday morning was our goodbye to civilization. There would be no more emails from work, phone calls from the school, or nosy neighbours. We loaded our luggage into the SUV and departed for parts unknown - and all the adventures that entailed.Going away to this particular cottage had become something of a tradition. It was far enough from home to make us relative strangers, but close enough to allow select friends to drop in and visit us. Paula and I could Avrupa yakası escort get a little wild and crazy, and adding friends to the mix was like adding fuel to a fire. We wouldn't have had it any other way.This time, we had arranged to meet a very special friend at the cottage on Friday. Scott had joined us there before for some wet and wild good times.We had also planted the seed for another friend, Chris, to possibly make a day trip on the Saturday to visit, if time and weather permitted. We hoped for the best, given that the cottage was practically in his backyard.When the Wife's Away, The Boys Will PlayThe weather had been grey and gloomy as we hit the road and headed west. Once we left the highway and began the trek north, the skies cleared and Paula and I enjoyed some late afternoon sunshine.Although it had been a year since we'd been there last, the cottage was just as we had remembered it. It was a pleasant feeling, standing at the end of the laneway and gazing toward the cottage with luggage in hand.The laneway was short, but winding, and the lot was heavily treed. We were much further north here, and the leaves had already begun to change and fall from the trees. They crunched under our feet as we walked through scattered patches of sunlight and climbed the front steps.We let ourselves in and surveyed our surroundings. It was an interesting mix of old and new. There was the same wraparound sofa, with tasteful new accent pillows. The massive king sized bed still dwarfed all the other furnishings in the master bedroom, but the floor to ceiling Ataköy escort bayan mirrors were sadly absent.Walking out through the patio doors onto the faded wraparound porch, we could see and hear the same old hot tub quietly bubbling away. I had to smile to myself at all the naughty memories that seeing it conjured up.I pulled back the cover, releasing tendrils of steam into the air and ratcheted the temperature up a few more degrees. I could practically feel the tension melting away already. I closed the cover, chuckling to myself, and ambled off to finish unpacking.Just then, I heard the quiet rumble of an engine, and turned to see Scott's big black sedan pull into the laneway. Although I couldn't see him yet, I imagined him wearing the same goofy grin that I know was plastered all over my face.I rushed to the front door where Paula was already waiting. Together we exchanged pleasantries and helped Scott haul his gear up the short steps and stowed it in the entranceway.Scott embraced each of us in a massive bear hug and kissed Paula on the cheek before we made our way around the cottage and sat down together to share a smoke at the picnic table. We had a brief visit and, before long, Scott's eyes turned to the hot tub with a twinkle."Well, is it ready yet?" he asked."It could stand to warm up a few more degrees first," I replied."I don't suppose you brought anything, umm, special to smoke while we wait?" Scott asked, with a broad grin creasing his face."Don't worry about it, old man. I got everything covered. Just relax and catch up with Paula. I'll be Escort Şirinevler back in five."When I returned minutes later with my freshly rolled marijuana cigarette, Scott and Paula were carrying on as if they'd never been apart. Their conversation was quite animated, punctuated with lots of flirtatious touching. They looked so cute, like high school kids, with their rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes.I cleared my throat and stirred them from their reverie."May I interest anyone in a joint?" I asked with mock authority.Their giggles only heightened my perception of them as high school juniors.I pulled a chair over to the end of the picnic table, with Scott on my left and Paula on my right. I touched my lighter to the end of the joint and inhaled, the heater glowing cherry red in the day's fading light.We sat and smoked, and coughed, and laughed. We chased the joint down with several cigarettes, and before we knew it, night had fallen.Scott got up and peeled back the cover on the hot tub. The steam lashed out and quickly fogged the lenses on his glasses."I think it's safe to say the hot tub is ready," he said, wiping his glasses on his shirt."I really need a quick shower to freshen up first, but why don't you boys hop in for a dip while I do that?" Paula said with a coy grin."What an excellent idea. Eric, will you join me?""You couldn't stop me if you tried," I jokingly replied, jabbing my finger into Scott's ribs for added emphasis.Scott and I quickly stripped down to our birthday suits in the cool night air while Paula headed inside the cottage for her shower, the door sliding smoothly shut behind her.Scott was first into the tub, pushing buttons and bringing the jets to life. Another press of a button fired up the pale blue underwater lights.Scott and I found ourselves sitting opposite each other in the tub. I looked him over from top to bottom as he closed his eyes and reclined back against the padded head rest.