Chapter 1

Brad crossed into Quebec at the Hull bridge and drove east on Highway 158, then north on Highway 15 to 177, arriving at the Grand Lodge on Lake Ouimet in Mount Tremblant. The lodge offered the usually furnished rooms and suites, along with seven themed rooms.

They wanted to have a quiet honeymoon away from a big city. Brad was hesitant to travel through Quebec because he didn’t speak French, and they were a long distance away from Montreal. Abby reassured him that her ability to speak the language would be more than adequate if needed.

Brad and Abby checked into the lodge, the exterior looking like a humongous five-level log home. They went to their room, the Romeo and Juliette-themed room. It was furnished with a king-sized bed and a mirrored ceiling canopy.

“I can finally see what you look like fucking me,” Abby joked, looking above the bed.

It had two hot tubs, one with a white divider that simulated Juliette’s balcony. There was a gas-operated fireplace, and the walls looked like flagstone rock. A door opened to a mock dungeon, which was a stand-up shower. The wall-to-wall windows revealed the covered balcony, outdoor hot tub, and magnificent view of Lake Ouimet.

The lodge offered in-room or balcony-served breakfast and a full-scale lunch and dinner menu. They stepped onto the balcony, and Brad wrapped his arms around his wife from behind.

“What a beautiful view,” she commented, her arms covering his.

“Yes, very beautiful indeed,” he smiled, looking down her available cleavage. “I’m talking about the gorgeous body in my arms.”

“Mmm, I love being in your arms, and compliments like that will get you plenty of fucking.”

They unpacked their suitcases, changed their clothes, and looked at several brochures advertising activities to do. Abby wore white cotton shorts, which looked painted on her, a moderately low-cut yellow top, and no bra.

“Should I wear my ‘Property of the Ottawa Senators/Rookie Training Camp 2009 T-shirt?” He asked, holding against his chest, then showing her the printing on the back.

“Are you crazy? You’re deep in Montreal Canadiens territory. You’d be lucky to get out of here alive!” She joked.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll wear it the day we leave,” he grinned. He wore a red T-shirt and beige-coloured lounger shorts. Abby made sure his cock and balls were out of his underwear, and the button fly was left unbuttoned for quick exposure, should she choose.

They walked hand in hand through the lodge, with the highlight being the openness of the main dining room. “Look at the size of those logs, and the ceiling must be sixty feet high!” Brad exclaimed. The tour continued outside, looking at the pool, beach, and lake.