Trapped in the Cabin

Blurb

Four best friends, lots of fun…and secrets too. 

One Cabin, a ski weekend, lots of adventure… and the risk of exposure. 

College was a time of fun, adventure, and mischief between Amber, Jessica, Kristin, and Jason, who all had more than a good time sharing an apartment, and of course, each other. 

When the group split up though, Amber and Jessica kept that dirty little secret from their husbands. With the s*xu$l tension still strong, and Kristin plotting for an all-out adventure weekend, the girls will be forced to own up to their past. 

Will the passion fizzle away right then and there? Or will Austin and Matt be ready to jump right in when they find themselves snowed in with everyone sharing one cabin?

Chapter 1

Amber

The flight to Salt Lake City International had been short, and thankfully, my husband Matt had used his miles to upgrade us to first class. I had never been a snob about flying coach, but seeing as how my nerves were a bit out of sorts, I was relieved to know that I would at least be comfortable on my flight and not packed in next to some sweaty, fat man or screaming baby and exhausted mother. Those people were obviously welcome on the flight, but I didn’t want to be the one suffering next to them. I took full advantage of the champagne on the flight, and by the time the plane touched down at the airport, I was feeling the effects.

I was so glad to see Kristin and Jason as we collected our bags from the luggage area. They had made sure to time their flight from New York so that we could share a limo to the resort. Kristin looked fabulous, as always, with her dark, perfectly-cut bob, her slender body, and the most fashionable clothes I had seen anyone wear on a plane before. While I was worn out from the short flight, she looked like she just stepped out of the spa. Jason, of course, looked just as all-American as ever, with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and dimples. I felt like he hadn’t aged a day since we were all roommates in college. Well, everyone but my husband, but he was still part of the crew.

“I’m so glad to see you,” Kristin said, pouring me another glass of champagne in the limo. “I have been looking forward to this trip forever.”

“Me too.” I sighed, extremely aware of Kristin’s hand on my thigh in a more than friendly way. “I love that skirt. Where did you get it?”

“Oh, it’s Marc Jacobs from like three years ago,” she said. “I may love fashion, but I will not be the girl that never wears something twice. Besides, I tend to keep my clothes longer than normal because the homeless shelter always looks at me strange when I donate couture.”

“My donation center is always open.” I laughed. “I may be not in fashion, but that definitely doesn’t mean I can afford to wear it.”

“Neither can she,” Jason said, eavesdropping. “But we make sure she is a happy girl.”

“And that I am, my love,” she said, kissing Jason on the cheek and turning back to me. “Okay, you have to tell me all about this swimwear line.”

“It’s still in the design phase,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m going to start producing the trial-run pieces when we get back. You should come out and try them on. I am in need of a model that knows what she is doing.”

“I dabbled in modeling.” Kristin laughed. “However, I would love to come take part in this. It is so dang exciting. Jason will be on a book tour soon anyway, so I’ll be bored out of my mind.”

The champagne, combined with the movement of the car and Kristin’s hand squeezing my thigh, had me feeling completely flushed. I found my eyes continuously being drawn back to Jason and his charming smile, strong muscles, and tanned skin. He was talking sports with Matt, not paying much attention to us at all, but the scent of his cologne in the small space of the limo was more intoxicating than the bubbly in my champagne glass. Jason had always been handsome, turning heads everywhere he went. When we were in college, Kristin and I used to count the girls that would do double takes when he passed by. It was extremely humorous to us, especially since most of the time, we were the ones who had his attention. I would have figured, though, that like so many others that started out as incredibly handsome, his looks would fade as well, but that was completely wrong. As I glanced over at his rippling muscles and perfectly-chiseled jawline, I knew that he was one of those people that would only get more handsome with age.

When we were going to college, Jason was an English Literature major, and he was constantly working on his next “masterpiece,” or so he called every work he ever did. I had read every single one of them and knew that he was an incredibly talented writer, so when he hit it big, I was not even the least bit surprised. He had successfully published several books that all ended up on the top ten lists, and his last play was picked up by an incredibly well-known Broadway producer that was currently pitching it for production to the bigwigs in New York. That success just added to his charm and sex appeal.

I could feel Kristin’s fingers start to run over the back of my neck, bringing goosebumps to the surface of my skin. I cleared my throat and squeezed my thighs together, remembering that familiar feeling of her skin on mine. I could see the smirk move across Kristin’s lips as she continued to talk about her and Jason’s life in New York. She could tell from my reaction that I wasn’t ignoring her hands on me. She had always delighted in teasing me, even when we were younger. There had been many nights in college that we had spent in just that position, and it brought one specific memory to mind.

Kristin, Jason, and I were at the apartment we rented together, spending a normal night in, drinking too much alcohol, and playing drinking games. When I had become too drunk to remember the rules of any of the games, Jason and Kristin talked me into playing strip poker. That led to kissing, and the next thing I knew, we were having an all-out threesome in Jason’s bed. I was replaying every moment that I could remember of that night in my mind when Matt startled me from my thoughts by kissing me on the cheek.

I straightened up in my seat, realizing that while I was daydreaming, Kristin had leaned into Jason and they were whispering and giggling to each other. I smiled at Matt and leaned into him, remembering how excited I was to be spending a vacation with him. We both worked so much that getting time away like that was a huge treat for both of us.

“I want to know what you are thinking,” he whispered, making me blush.

“You,” I said, kissing him sweetly and turning back to Kristin and Jason.

I had never told Matt about my college sexcapades, worried that he would think of me differently. He might find it hot, but he also might find it completely crazy and uncomfortable, something I did not want to take the chance with. It had been a long time ago—no matter how much it was on my mind at that moment—and it wasn’t anything that was going on by the time Matt and I had met each other. He had hung out with all of us in college, but not in the same way that we hung out behind closed doors. He was the star football player, completely absorbed in his game, trying to make it to the big team like every other player, only Matt was also dedicated to his education. In the in-between time, he would hang out with us at the bars, talk about his last plays on the field, and was completely oblivious to the chemistry between the rest of us. It was all for the best in the end, since he probably wouldn’t have taken me seriously had he known.

Matt and Jason had always gotten along so well, constantly talking about sports, rehashing the memories of when Matt used to play football, which he loved, and bonding over the fact that they were both married. Men did that, and though I thought it was weird, I guess it wasn’t any weirder than two girls bonding over the fact that they wore the same lipstick. Since the two of them were good friends, at least when we were around each other, I didn’t want there to be any possible occurrence of jealousy or awkwardness between them. So, I kept silent about everything from our past, just trying to keep everything on an even keel.

Instead, I put some serious thought into how good it felt when Jason would lick my body from head to toe, bringing me immeasurable pleasure. I could feel my palms sweating, knowing that his face between my legs was what was on my mind while I cuddled up with Matt in the limo. I was more than relieved when the limo finally reached the resort and we piled out, going to the front desk to check into our own separate rooms. I needed to get away from the situation for a minute in order to get my mind straight.

When we got into our suite, I let out a deep breath, relieved that I was finally alone with Matt. The feeling inside of me couldn’t hide much more, and I was overflowing with desire because of Kristin’s teasing the entire way from the airport to the resort. I put my bags down and watched my husband milling around the room, my eyes searching his body and my bottom lip between my teeth. As soon as he turned around, I lunged forward and pounced on him. My lips pressed heavily against his, immediately pushing my tongue inside his mouth and tasting the champagne on his lips. I pulled and tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin. He chuckled at my eagerness and pulled his shirt off, flexing his muscles. From there, he didn’t stop, taking his clothes off as I hurriedly got naked and jumped onto the bed. He crawled up towards me, running his lips just close enough to my skin for me to feel his breath. The intensity and want was unimaginable.

He pulled himself in front of me and sat up on his knees, grabbing his long, hard shaft in his hands and smiling down at me with mischief in his eyes. I bit my lip and grabbed my perked breasts, wanting to feel him inside of me. There was no time, nor any need for foreplay, especially since I had been primed and ready since the limo ride. He began to move forward but stopped and looked over at the door.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” Jessica asked.

My head shot up, and I peered around Matt, staring at Jessica with her bright red hair and green eyes staring back at me. Behind her was Kristin, and they were both laughing hysterically. I didn’t even know what to feel, but I knew it was somewhere between arousal and irritation. I quickly moved back, scurrying to grab the covers and pull them up on myself. I knew that if they were there, that would mean Jason and possibly even Austin weren’t that far behind.

“Oh, please, don’t rush covering up for us,” Jessica said, leaning her head sideways and biting her lip as she stared at Matt’s dick.

Luckily, Matt knew them both and wasn’t the shy kind of person. He chuckled and nodded his head as he grabbed a pillow and sat back, covering his crotch. I, on the other hand, was starting to feel like it was too much, too fast, and the fact that my husband was slightly flushed, irritated the hell out of me. They could have at least let me get laid before barging into my room.

“Okay, how the hell did you two get into my room?” I stared at them, waiting for an answer. “I’m fucking serious. I’ve been here like five fucking minutes. How the hell did you get into my room?”

From the looks on Jessica and Kristin’s face, I could tell this was just the beginning.

Chapter 2

Jason

“Seriously, how the fuck did you get into my room?” I could hear Amber freaking out as I made my way down the hall toward Amber and Matt’s suite.

I could also hear the laughter of the other two girls, which made me know I was about to walk up on something interesting. I was not disappointed when I walked around the corner to see Amber covered up in the bed and Matt sitting back with a pillow in his lap, both completely naked. I chuckled and leaned against the doorway, catching up on what I had missed.

“We convinced the front desk clerk that we had switched rooms and finagled a key out of him,” Kristin said, smiling.

“Actually, if you want to be specific, Kristin flirted with the poor man until he couldn’t see straight,” Jessica replied. “I’m pretty sure at that point, he would have given her the register if she had asked for it.”

I laughed quietly, having no doubt in my mind that Kristin flirting to get what she wanted was the truth. My wife was a giant flirt, and she had gotten her way more than once by using that tactic, even with me, who adamantly refused to believe I was still at risk of falling victim to her charms. Most men would hate that their wife flirted with everyone to get their way, but not me. In fact, most of the time, it actually turned me on that she was powerful and seductive enough that she could use her sexuality as a tool.

I walked farther into the room and leaned my back against the wall with my arms crossed in front of me. I stared over at Amber and took in the fact that she was almost completely naked right there in front of me. The curves of her perfectly-shaped, perky breasts and the way the sheet draped over her tight body let me know that she had not changed a bit since she was in college. She was just as sexy as I remembered, if not more with the tiny bit of aging that showed in the laugh lines at the corner of her eyes. I could still remember how good it felt to fuck her, how her body wrapped around me, her pussy tight and wet, and the sound of her moans echoing through my head. Her skin was soft and warm, and I loved grabbing onto her ass as I pushed deep inside of her. My cock was starting to get hard in my pants just thinking about it.

My eyes moved from Amber to my wife Kristin as she turned around and looked up at me with a smile. I knew exactly what she was thinking, and with a wink of her eye, I could tell she had a full-fledged plan of attack in her mind. I smiled and looked at Jessica who was turning toward me.

“Well, hello there,” she said, still laughing. “Absolutely good to see you.”

“Jessica,” I said, nodding my head and smirking.

I had known Jessica a long time as well, in more than one way, and she had always been a tough read. She had gone off and married someone outside the circle of our sexual relationship, so I wasn’t sure whether she was part of this whole plan my wife had cooked up or not. If she was, I knew we were in for a very good time. On the outside, Jessica had a seriously hard demeanor, never giving away too much about how she was feeling. Most of the time, you couldn’t actually know whether she liked you or if she was planning your imminent demise. You just had to have faith in your friendship. When we first met, I thought she was hotter than hell, with her perfect curves, big tits, and that redhead mischief in her green eyes, but I wasn’t even thinking about fucking with her. Her personality was distant, almost cold, until she got comfortable with me. Then it was quite a bit different.

No matter how cold Jessica came off, once she thawed, it was almost instantaneous. The fire inside of her would catch, smoldering and crackling for an extremely long time. That fire was one of the things that attracted me so much to her. As roommates, we had fooled around more times than I could remember, and the vision of her amazing body and pale skin aching for me was etched into my mind for eternity. I shook my head, trying to get my mind right, knowing that if I were to continue these thoughts, I would need to borrow one of Matt’s pillows to hide my own erection, and it wasn’t quite time for that yet. I did have to laugh as Amber climbed out of the bed and put a robe on, throwing one to Matt as the girls booed.

I walked up behind my wife and wrapped my arms around her waist, grinding my hard cock into her ass. She turned her head toward me and smiled knowingly, turning me on even more. We’d had an open marriage for years, and if I knew my delectable little wife the way I thought I did, she was up to something. It shocked me that she was going for it on this trip since we hadn’t fooled around with Amber and Jessica since college, and they were now married and in monogamous relationships. I wasn’t positive about Jessica’s state of mind, but from Amber’s outburst, it looked like Kristin had a bit of a hill to climb if she thought she was going to convince her to swing. Not to mention both Jessica’s and Amber’s husbands, who knew nothing about our past together. If anyone could do it, though, it was my wife.

“All right, crew,” Jessica said. “We have reservations at Trot’s, which is relatively upscale, so get dressed, and we will all meet in the lobby. Twenty minutes, people. I’m going to go retrieve my husband.” Jessica turned and walked from the room.

I watched as Jessica sauntered from the room, her ass twitching with each step. Again, visions of her tight body writhing on top of me flew through my mind, and I really hoped that I was going to get to see that fine piece of flesh naked, even if it is just one more time. I shook my head and looked up at Matt, who was also staring at her ass as she walked away. Great minds think alike, I guessed.

“All right, lovebirds, time to get dressed,” Kristin said, pulling on my arm. “No more time for fooling around.”

We both chuckled as we walked out of their room, closing the door behind us and moving just next door into our suite. Kristin walked into the room ahead of me, and I shook my head, closing the door and turning toward her. Immediately, Kristin was on me, turning me around and pressing her back against the door. I pushed my body into hers and leaned down, kissing her passionately, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, and feeling her breath intensify. Kristin reached her arms around my shoulders and hopped up, wrapping her supple legs around my waist and pushing her pussy against my hard, clothed cock. I guessed there might not be time for them, but we were used to fucking on tight timelines, especially since we fucked like five times a day normally.

Kristin’s shoulders were pressed against the door, and she was moving her hips in a wave-like motion against my hard dick. She moaned loudly, showing just how turned on she was, which I was matching and lustfully feeling for passionate kiss. I leaned forward and kissed her, moving my mouth down to her neck and sucking on her salty skin. Her hips started to move faster, and she pulled me in close.

“Give me your fucking dick,” she whispered.

I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, letting them fall down to my knees. I pulled my cock out of my boxers and stroked the hard shaft, groaning as she grabbed onto her tits while using the door as leverage to hold herself up. I lifted her skirt up to find she wasn’t wearing any panties, not something new, but absolutely something very arousing and useful for easy access. I slammed my cock into her, listening to her scream out in pleasure. I put my hands on the door on either side of her head and thrust over and over, deep and hard, just like she liked it, my cock getting even harder at the sound of the hinges rattling beneath us. Kristin pulled herself against me and bit down into my earlobe.

“It was so fucking hot to see Amber and Matt naked,” she whispered. “I want to fuck both of them at the same time. I want your cock in my pussy, his cock in my ass, and her mound in my mouth. I want to be filled completely, coming all over your cock as she fucks my mouth. I want Matt’s fat cock slamming into my ass so hard, I feel it for days.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, fucking her harder and harder. “Tell me more, baby.”

“I want to start out with his cock in my mouth while I watch you fuck Amber in her sweet pink pussy,” she said. “Then I want you to come over and let me taste her on your dick while Matt eats me out, and I finger Amber until she comes hard on my hand, her juices rolling down my wrist.”

I grunted. “I want you to ride me while she rides my face and Matt gets his cock sucked by whoever.”

“Yeah,” she moaned louder. “While I rub her clit and kiss her on top of you. That’s when I get all my holes filled, when Matt comes behind me and rams it into my ass. God, that is so fucking hot.”

I reached down and grabbed Kristin’s ass while my dick pushed hard and deep inside of her. I separated her cheeks and wet my fingers on the juices of her pussy before pushing two of them into her ass. Immediately, she started bouncing, feeling me fingering her ass and fucking her pussy.

“Like that?”

“Yeah,” she screamed. “Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. Fuck me harder, baby.”

My hands moved frantically as I pleasured her, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter with every thrust inside of her. She gripped her hands down on my shoulders, bouncing up and down on my fingers as I fucked her with my cock. I thrust deep into her, pushing her body against the door and feeling my cock start to pulsate. My hips moved in short, deep movements as my muscles began to tense.

“Oh God,” she screamed out. “Yes, I’m coming, baby. I’m fucking coming.”

I shoved my fingers deep into her and slammed myself inside, feeling every part of her begin to quake and shiver against me. I took in a deep breath and groaned loudly as my cock exploded, my seed bursting out inside of her as her pussy contracted around my shaft. My knees were shaking as her juices ran down my dick and over my balls. I wiggled my fingers slightly inside of her, heightening her climax as I continued to thrust short movements with my hips. The sounds of her screams kept me orgasming, her hips grinding toward me with her insatiable want for more. I knew we could keep going, fucking over and over until she had enough, but no matter how much I wanted to shove it deep in her ass while fucking her pussy with my hand, we had people waiting on us. The same people I wanted to watch me do this to my wife, or I could watch doing it to my wife.

I sat her down on the floor and kissed her gently on the lips.

“You have your work cut out for you,” I whispered about Amber and Matt. “But if anyone could do it, it would be you.”

Chapter 3

Jessica

I knew this weekend was going to be a riot. I just didn’t realize how much until staring at Amber getting so angry about being caught in the middle of sex. It was just like old times. I left the room half amused and half turned on by the sight of my old play toys all back together again. I walked down the hall to my suite and walked inside, seeing my husband Austin bent over his laptop, video chatting with someone while speaking Japanese. I sauntered over to the table, sat down across from him, and waited for him to notice. When he didn’t, I smirked and stretched out my leg so that my foot was rubbing up and down Austin’s cock, just out of view from his client on the video chat. I laughed quietly as he cleared his throat, his breathing getting ragged and his attention dwindling. I could feel his dick getting bigger and tighter with every stroke of my foot, and I knew it was only a matter of time until he gave me “the look” for interrupting his conversation. There it was, the intense look of frustration that I could do nothing for except smile back at him mischievously and push my foot down even heavier on his shaft.

“Hai, watashi wa kanzen ni rikai shite imasu,” he said to his client. “Sūjitsu ga nokotte imasuga, sore izen no jikandeareba subete ga jikandōrini kanryō suru yō ni shimasu. Omachi itadaite arigatōgozaimasu. Watashitachi wa sugu ni hanashimasu. Sayōnara.”

I watched him as he ended the video conference and closed his laptop, glancing up at me in irritation. I loved getting under his skin. It was part of what made our relationship ours, the harmless teasing that we inflicted on each other on a daily basis. His shoulder-length golden hair fell in waves to his shoulders, and he adjusted his rectangular rimmed glasses as he scowled over at me. He was so damn handsome, and I had thought so ever since I met him. He shook his head and put my foot on the ground before standing up and leaning forward on the table.

“I don’t know why you would think that was a good idea when I am on the phone with a client,” he growled. “If you forget, these are the people that pay that hefty salary I have.”

“If I remember correctly, you promised that you wouldn’t do any business on this trip,” I pointed out.

“Fine.” He sighed walking around the table. “But I’ll need some distraction.”

He scooped me out of the chair and up into his arms, kissing me passionately. I could feel myself quickly slipping into him, and I knew that we had dinner to go to. I pushed back away from him and wriggled in his arms until he set me down on the ground. I didn’t want to get too turned on, or I knew we would never make it downstairs. When I had walked in on Amber and Matt, I could feel the heat between my legs, my clit tingling, wondering if it was next. Then I looked over at Jason, who I always found to be so damn sexy, and his smoldering glances pushed me over the edge. Even back in the day, whenever Jason looked at me that way, I absolutely dropped my panties right there, without even one more thought. I could still remember exactly how it was with Kristin, Amber, Jason, and myself back in college. We would spend days just tangled together, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure over and over again, until one or all of us tapped out in exhaustion. We really didn’t leave the apartment very much during that period of time.

Austin had joined the group late, having transferred over for his graduate program in international business. As soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew that I had to have him, and though I wasn’t expecting it, our first date had left me completely smitten. Immediately, he took the reins in our life, and I fell into a settled and happy life. I loved Austin. He is everything I ever wanted in a man, while still being capable of dealing with my fiery personality. Our sex was out of this world, but Austin was a workaholic and never made enough time to enjoy life, including being adventurous inside and outside of the bedroom. He needed to relax and let loose so he could remember why he worked so hard to begin with. This trip had been hard to talk him into, not because he didn’t want to see the gang or go away with me, but because yanking him from work was usually impossible. I worked on him for a good two months before he finally agreed to take the time off to come on vacation. I was very much hoping that this trip helped him open up his mind and lend a hand to improving our sexual relationship. We weren’t in any danger zone yet, but I wanted to make sure that we stayed far away.

Being married to Austin, I knew how his mind worked, and he had no clue about my sexual past with the rest of the crew. I had a serious plan, but he was one of the most stubborn people I knew, and if not approached right, I knew that he would just completely shut down on the idea of group sex. It wasn’t that I desperately wanted to be with someone else. I just wanted to bring him into my fantasies, help him open up to new experiences, and hopefully reignite that passion that was lying deep inside of him. Until I could reach that perfect moment to introduce him to the idea, though, I would bide my time, making sure to get him as close as possible.

“Come on,” I said, tapping him on the chest. “We have dinner plans.”

“Fine.” He sighed. “But that ass is mine when we are done.”

“Oh, you know it,” I said, winking as I walked in the bathroom to change.

We walked to the elevator hand in hand, the silence between us comfortable and normal. Austin fiddled with his jacket and tie, and I turned him towards me, straightening his clothes and kissing him on the cheek. He seemed like he was nervous, but as soon as we arrived and sat down, he loosened up quite a bit. I ordered couple of bottles of wine and poured us both a glass, smiling and chatting about the restaurant while we waited for everyone else to arrive. It was a beautiful place, with high, vaulted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows with views of the snow and mountains, and low lighting, accented by the candles lit on each covered table.

Amber and Matt were the first couple to make it to dinner, and I chuckled to myself at the fact that Amber’s face was still flushed in embarrassment from earlier. I hoped, however, that she didn’t say anything about it since it would throw Austin off, wondering why we would be okay with walking in on them during sex. I was pretty sure she would stay quiet since she and I were in the same position, married to men that knew little to nothing about our past escapades when we lived together.

Still, Amber had always been the girl in our group that opened up so easily. She had been carefree and eager to jump right into anything we threw at her, never once showing an ounce of embarrassment. We had spent entire weekends naked, fucking, and lounging around our apartment like it was some sort of brothel. I had watched her open right up to Jason as soon as he walked in the room, letting him fuck her right there on the living room floor for all of us to watch. Now, though, she was sitting red-faced in a chair next to her hunky as hell husband, and I was starting to worry she would be the hardest nut to crack.

I had a really hard time believing that marriage had changed Amber so much, but at the same time, marriage had changed all of us in one way or another. The only ones that seemed to still be up to their old ways were Kristin and Jason, and that didn’t surprise me in the least. The two of them walked through the doorway as soon as I thought about them, and Kristin’s hair was a mess, her face was flushed, and she had a quirky little smile on her face. It was obvious there wasn’t any embarrassment in her look, and I shook my head, wondering if they had actually snuck off to fuck right before dinner. Knowing Kristin, they probably had, since she had been almost insatiable when it came to her sexual appetite for as long as I could remember. Jason had been the same way, and when Amber and I were worn out completely, you could hear Kristin screaming in the back room as she and Jason retreated to continue on with their antics. I often wondered how she didn’t walk around looking like she rode a horse all the time.

Jason was a whole other story. He was like this sexual force to be reckoned with, and the only man that I had ever known that could go multiple times in a row without anything more than a five-minute break in between. There was one year that Amber and Kristin had gone to Kristin’s parents for a visit, and Jason and I had fucked so many times that I couldn’t even keep track of them all. I was pretty sure I didn’t wear clothes for more than a few minutes the entire time they were gone. He was like the Energizer Bunny of sex, and I wondered if I would ever get the chance to experience that vigor again. I would love to be spread out across the bed for hours, just getting railed over and over again with his huge cock, with Austin there with me, of course. Sex with Jason was the only time I had ever gotten to experience the wonder and exhaustion of rolling orgasms, something I didn’t even know existed until I met him. There were times I came so much, I couldn’t tell the difference between one orgasm and another.

“Leave it to you two to always be the last to arrive,” I said, smiling at Kristin and Jason.

“There were things that needed tending to after such a long trip.” Kristin giggled.

“Yep, got that all cleared up,” Jason replied.

“Besides, I am pretty sure we were all late every time we had to be somewhere,” Kristin replied. “It never failed that there was a wardrobe mishap or something along those lines.”

I glanced over at Amber, who was blushing and turned away from her husband, not wanting him to know why we really were always late to events. It never failed that as soon as we started to change, something would happen between two of us, and the whole preparation would stop, leading to some extremely hot and heavy sex. I could distinctly remember once, when we were pressed for time, us three girls bent over the couch and just let Jason fuck us until he came. He liked that one, getting to feel us all at the same time. I knew with that memory, that if I didn’t get us all in one room, it was going to be a really long, frustrating vacation.

Chapter 4

Austin

“That was the weekend where you needed like eight socks on the bedroom door.” Kristin burst out laughing, talking about old college antics with everyone.

The waiter came by and cleared another bottle of wine from the table. The alcohol was feverishly flowing, as usual, and I was glad that Jessica was finally loosening up for the first time this vacation. She seemed almost pent up or anxious when we made our way here, but the sound of her laughter and the sharing of knowing looks with her friends made me happy that we had come, even though it took a lot to get off work. When I had met Jessica, I was absolutely blown away by how beautiful she was. I could still remember her bright red hair and striking green eyes, glimmering in the light from the windows of the bar as she walked through with her friends. Her cheeks were rosy red, and her freckles peppered the skin across her nose. When she laughed, she had the most beautiful smile and intoxicating giggle. I knew I was done for as soon as I laid eyes on her.

When we started dating and getting to know one another, I was in shock and awe at how smart, capable, and passionate she was. It was pretty rare those days to find a woman that beautiful that was also capable of holding a conversation, but Jessica was that girl. She had everything and was so ambitious that I knew she would never let herself fail at anything, something I came to understand was both a good and bad trait in her. Either way, it didn’t take me long to know that I was going to make her my wife.

In college, I knew immediately that her friends were her life, and sometimes, it almost seemed as if their bond was a bit too much. I had never seen friends as close, caring, and personally involved in someone’s life before, and because of that, there was a level of jealousy that came along with dating Jessica. It was strange for me to feel jealous of her girlfriends, but Jason was another story. He always seemed to get right under my skin when it came to how he acted toward Jessica, something she told me was nothing for me to worry about. Even then, in the middle of the conversation, it was irritating me the way he was looking at my wife. I needed to calm down, though. There was no reason to get myself all upset over nothing. I breathed out and took a drink of my wine, trying to ignore how racy the conversation had gotten.

Jessica put her arm in the air and motioned to the waiter that she wanted another bottle of wine. I reached up, pulled her hand into my lap, and leaned in close to her. Between the wine and the smell of her perfume, I was feeling intoxicated by her presence. Since our lives were so busy, it wasn’t often that I found myself in a situation with my wife that I could feel free to have those feelings. Instantly, I hoped that dinner was going to be over and that we could head back upstairs soon. The excitement of the evening had traveled down to my pants, and my patience was dwindling.

“I’d like to spend some time alone with you tonight, but if you keep drinking, you are going to pass out and miss out on all the fun,” I whispered.

She snapped her head toward me with that beautiful and alluring smile I had been longing for. My heart fluttered in my chest, the same way my dick was twitching in my pants, especially with the feeling of her hand on my thigh. Slowly, she started to move her hand up my thigh and toward my package, making more than just my cock stiff. My shoulders froze, and my breath held, feeling her that close to me out in public. Jessica had been trying desperately to spice things up in our sex life, feeling that neither of us put a lot of effort in keeping it exciting in the bedroom. However, her groping my cock in public made me a little more than nervous. I had an actual, high-profile job and handled international affairs for the government. I was required to maintain a strict moral code and an impeccable personal life, which meant I couldn’t be seen doing anything like what was about to happen. The last thing I needed was for someone to find my wife jacking me off under the dinner table. It would not be a pleasant meeting when I sat down with the Joint Chiefs and the President to discuss the most recent contract with Japan for technologically superior war machines.

“We don’t ever do anything like that,” Jessica said, moving her hand up and squeezing my cock. “Austin has to be perfect everywhere, or the White House will have his ass.”

I smiled and shifted in my chair, taking her hand and putting it back in her lap. It wasn’t that the thought of her jerking me off right here in this restaurant wasn’t arousing, but it was undeniably too dangerous. People knew who I was, especially the type of people that frequented fine-dining restaurants like the one we were in. She frowned at me and turned back to her friends, continuing the conversation. I looked over my shoulder at the waiter and nodded at him, handing him my black card. When he returned, I signed the receipt and tipped him generously, thanking him for an excellent dinner. I stood up and pulled Jessica up with me, placing my napkin on the table and stretching.

“I hate to cut it short, but I am taking my beautiful wife back to the room to get some sleep so that we can hit the slopes early,” I said.

“Is that a new kind of code?” Kristin laughed.

“I hope so.” Jessica giggled, slightly intoxicated from the wine.

We said our goodbyes and then headed toward the elevator, Jessica clinging tightly to me as she wobbled in her six-inch heels across the marble floors. I didn’t mind having her that close at all, and by the time the elevator doors were closed, she was standing in front of me, rubbing her ass up and down my growing cock. I pulled her into me by the waist and pushed my hips forward, showing her exactly what I was thinking about. She moaned softly, rotating her ass in circles, feeling my shaft jamming into her ass cheeks. We stumbled laughing to the suite and went inside, shutting the door and immediately dropping our things on the floor.

Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately as I picked her up with one arm and made my way back to the bedroom. When I set her down, she smirked and bit her lip, pulling the straps of her dress over her shoulders and letting her dress fall to the floor, revealing to me that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her tits were perfect, bouncing slightly as she stepped out of her clothes and tossed them to the side. I pulled off my tie and threw my jacket to the side, frantically untucking my shirt and watching as she slid up on the bed and spread her legs wide. By the time I was done pulling the rest of my clothes off, she was rubbing her pussy, staring deeply into my eyes.

I crawled toward her across the bed and laid down on my stomach, hooking her legs over my shoulders and pushing my face down in her sweet, warm pussy. She moaned loudly as my tongue swiped up through her folds, tasting every inch of her before lingering at her pulsing clit. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled lightly on it, immediately starting to finger her. She really liked it when I fucked her with my fingers, getting her good and wet before pounding my cock inside of her. I started out strong with three fingers, and I pushed them deep inside while rubbing my tongue down on her nub. She screamed out, grabbing my head with her hands and swirling her hips against my mouth. I knew it wasn’t going to take long before she exploded, and I wanted desperately to taste her flowing juices.

My face bared down on her pussy, and I fingered her vigorously, listening to the screams echoing through the room. Her legs began to tighten around my head, and I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. My tongue flicked wildly against her clit, and she threw her head back, arching her chest and shaking as she came hard into my mouth. I groaned seductively as her juices spilled out and down my hand as my tongue lapped at her. Now, I wanted my cock wrapped up in her body. When her muscles had relaxed, I turned over on my back and pulled on her.

“Ride me, baby,” I whispered.

She smiled and climbed on top of me, slowly sliding down my cock, her juices giving all the lubrication that was needed. I put my hands on her waist and watched as she closed her eyes and grabbed onto her tits, swirling her hips against my body. She pulled her knees farther under her and raised up, slowly sliding back down before repeating that over and over again. It was so sensual watching her writhe and move on top of me, and my eyes stayed locked on her body as I thrust upward to meet her, pushing myself deep and hard inside of her pussy. She began to move faster, hearing my groans and watching my eyes smooth over her supple skin. I gripped my fingertips into her sides and pushed myself up and down inside of her, taking over the movements and watching as she feverishly rubbed her clit, licking her lips and screaming out.

The sound of the bed smacking into the wall and the springs coiling and recoiling beneath us lent to the pure ecstasy of the moment. While we were emotionally connected, we were fucking like we hadn’t done it in decades, our bodies aching to feel each other’s release. I slowed my thrusts and pulled Jessica down onto the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist as we rolled. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much more, and I wanted to be as deep inside of her as I could when I came.

I pulled her arms up over her head and held them there tightly as I pounded my cock deep inside of her. She screamed loudly, the whole bed moving with the motion of our bodies, and her tits bounced wildly up and down. I thrust my hips hard and deep, feeling her hips open up. I kept that motion going for two or three minutes, but it was too much for me to hold in. The warmth of her juices and the stiffening of her body pushed me right over the edge. As I rammed into her one last time, I gripped onto her hands and growled out, feeling her move into another orgasm. My cock pulsed inside of her and exploded, releasing a wave of pleasure through my body that made it difficult to hold myself up.

In the bed, our bodies flickered and twisted, coming together and feeling that intense ecstasy. When all that was left to do was twitch our hips against each other, I pulled out and fell to the side, breathing deeply. We laid there for a while, collecting ourselves, staring up at the large blade fan over the bed.

“Why did you take my hand away at dinner?” she asked.

“Come on, Jess,” I said. “You know how high-profile my career is.”

“Oh, come on,” she scoffed. “You are way too prim and proper. No one would have found out about it. It wasn’t like I was giving you a hand job at the United Nations.”

“I love you.” I sighed, not wanting to have this fight again. “Let’s just get some sleep.”

She nodded and turned over, and I followed along, wrapping my arms around her waist. Maybe there was something about all of these people being around us. Maybe, just maybe, they had something to do with how free our sex just was. Either way, I knew that I had to keep it secret, protecting my job and my relationship.

Chapter 5

Kristin

“Come on, crew,” I said, waving my arm and sliding toward the lifts. “This is freaking amazing.”

I hopped onto the lift next to Amber and looked back to make sure the others were following. We had decided on a slope that was pretty far off the beaten path, wanting some privacy and to get away from the crowds that flocked the normal ski resorts. This one seemed a little sketchy, but the slopes were long and well-groomed. I was more than excited to get to the top and get some skiing done. I had waited a long time for this. Being out in nature had always made my energy spike, bringing life to my normal robotic movements in society. We were always so busy with life that Jason and I forgot there was an entire other world out there ready to explore, and I, for one, was not going to let this vacation go by in a haze of hotel suites and fancy restaurants. I was already scoping out the secluded spots along the way so that I could pull Jason off to the side and suck his cock.

There was something about being out in the fresh air and wide-open spaces that made me incredibly horny. I was pretty sure that it was the feeling of freedom, like the restraints of what was acceptable were torn off and I was free to do whatever I wanted. At the same time, it could just be the fact that my blood was flowing all over my body, and I was one of those girls that liked the adrenaline that ran through me doing things that might not be acceptable to everyone else. There had been several times when Jason and I were younger that we had fucked in public spaces, and I loved it.

The wind hit my face and raced through my hood and down the back of my neck. I laughed and shivered at the same time, feeling my entire body temperature change in an instant. I scooted closer to Amber and snuggled close to her, watching as she gazed out over the mountain and up at the sky. She didn’t seem to mind my closeness today, which meant I was getting closer to my end goal of doing this, but without any clothes to get in the way.

“It looks like the clouds are rolling in,” Amber said with a bit of alarm in the tone of her voice. “We should absolutely keep an eye on that. I’ve heard that the weather can be temperamental out here, with people getting hit by snow storms without any warning at all.”

“Relax.” I smiled, looking up at her. “We are going to be just fine. Besides, if anything happens, we have each other to keep warm. You know what they say about naked bodies being the best tool to keep away the cold.”

“You are too much.” She laughed.

We hopped off of the lift at the top and waited for the others to make their way over. Everyone looked excited to tackle the slope, and I was excited to reach halfway down and grab my husband for a little play time.

“We should take the main slope first,” Jason said. “That way we can judge the snow and see if we want to take the other routes.”

“Agreed,” Matt said, shaking his head with the others.

“I want to be challenged,” I said, looking over at the more advanced slope.

“May I remind you that you just got off the bunny slope on our last trip?” Amber asked, laughing. “Maybe you should take one step at a time.”

“Meh, I’ll be fine.” I laughed. “I’ve watched that old Goofy cartoon on how to ski.”

“Great,” Amber said, rolling her eyes.

As we talked, the sky began to grow suddenly darker, and the wind whipped around us. We all stopped and looked around, realizing that it seemed to be getting darker pretty fast. I shook slightly from the chill on my cheeks and looked over at Austin.

“The temperature is starting to drop,” he said. “It looks like a storm is coming in. I’m thinking that we might be out of luck for this outing. We should probably find the shortest route back to the bottom and get back to the lodge. If it clears up in a little while, we can just come back out and enjoy it.”

“You, sir, are a worry wort,” I said, smiling. “I’m sure this will pass as quickly as it blew in.”

“Hey,” Jason said, slapping me on the ass. “I don’t know about that. I think that Austin may be right. We should get down the hill and take cover for a while.”

Just as the words came out of his mouth, the snow started to fall. It was heavy, wet, and starting to become a bit uncomfortable. I grabbed onto Jason’s hand, a little frightened and a little excited at the same time. Austin waved his hand to the left to a steep slope that would get us down the fastest. One by one, we started down the mountain, but as we got farther down, the snow started to fall faster, and the wind was blowing so hard that it was damn near a complete white-out. I looked up as Austin swooped around and motioned for everyone to stop on the side.

“We can’t keep going down the slope if we can’t see,” he yelled as we bunched together closely, trying to see and hear what was going on over the sheering wind.

“Hey, let’s all huddle under that big pine over there and see if we can wait out the storm,” Jason yelled, pointing over into the wooden area.

We made our way off of the trail and skied over to the biggest tree that we could find. I huddled close to Jason as he pulled his arms around me and buried his face in my hat. The wind was blowing so hard it felt like I wasn’t wearing a jacket at all. Jessica tapped us on the shoulders and waved her arms.

“We can’t stay here for long,” she shouted. “This is dangerous. Someone is going to get frostbite or hypothermia.”

“Look, over there,” Matt yelled out, pointing into the woods.

Off in the distance, there was a structure of some sort, just barely visible through the drifting snow. We squinted at it from a distance, all of us a bit timid to go tromping into a random house in the middle of the woods. Matt leaned forward into earshot.

“We should try to reach it and see if we can hide out in there,” he yelled. “Maybe there is heat or a fireplace or something that can keep us warm while we wait out the storm.”

We all looked at each other and nodded as a gust of wind almost blew me off my feet. Jason gripped tightly to my waist as we trekked through the trees toward the structure. As we approached, we realized that it was a small, rustic cabin. Amber climbed the stairs to the front door and knocked hard.

“Hello? Is there anyone in there?”

No one answered, and all the lights were off, so she tried the doorknob, but it was locked. She sighed and turned back to us shrugging. Austin handed Jessica his poles and took off his skis, walking up to the door and rattling the handle. He stepped back and kicked hard, watching as the door flew open, snow blowing inside.

“Come on,” he yelled, waving everyone in. “I’ll pay the owner for the damages. We just need to get out of this weather.”

The six of us walked into the cabin and closed the door behind us. We took off our skis and looked around, shaking the snow from our hair and arms. The cabin was expansive, with a large open room and a huge fireplace at the other end. Austin and Matt looked at each other and then back at the fireplace before racing over to see if they could get some heat into the place.

“Thank God there is a huge pile of wood.” Amber laughed. “I am not feeling my lumberjack skills today, or any day for that matter.”

I smiled and walked through the cabin, deciding that if we were going to be there for a while, I should see what the place had to offer. To the back right was a doorway into a large kitchen. I opened the fridge and the cabinets, relieved to find that whoever was here before had left the place completely stocked with food. No one wanted a situation where there were six hungry and tired skiers trapped together in the woods. It had the makings for a really bad made-for-TV movie written all over it. I glanced out the kitchen window, but it was nothing but a blanket of white, and the storm didn’t look like it was going to be letting up anytime soon. I wandered into the room across the hall to find a bathroom with two stalls with doors. Past those was one gigantic galley style shower room with multiple shower heads.

In the hallway were several doors, but they all opened up to closets and one small area for the water heater. I furrowed my brow, realizing there were no bedroom in this place. I walked back out into the main room where the fire was already crackling in the fireplace.

“Well, I have good news and, well, weird news,” I said, gathering everyone’s attention. “There is a large, very well stocked kitchen, so no one will starve.”

“Sweet,” Jason said, rubbing his hands together.

“What’s the weird news?” Amber was cautious in her question.

“There is one really big shower with multiple shower heads and absolutely no bedrooms,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Well, that’s weird,” Matt said. “This room is huge and has enough chairs, couches, and ottomans to seat like fifteen people. Why would they not use part of this as a bedroom?”

Jessica laughed. “Yeah, we could all comfortably lounge around all day, but where the heck do these people sleep? Maybe it is some sort of vampire cabin.”

“You watch too many movies,” I said. “Seriously, there is a daybed right there that is large enough to fit several people. And then the hammocks strung up in all the corners. It leaves more than enough space to sleep.”

“Who wants to go on a vacation to the mountain and sleep on a hammock indoors?” Austin pulled on one of the roped hammocks.

“Why would anyone build a getaway cabin made for this many people and not put in somewhere for people to sleep?” Amber looked around suspiciously.

I stood there staring around the room, feeling like I had been somewhere like that before. Then it hit me. It was just like the swinger’s vacation that Jason and I had taken to Bali several years back. This wasn’t a vacation cottage at all. This was something way more interesting and possibly even more perfect for my master plan than I could have thought of myself.

“Guys,” I yelled to get their attention. “I know exactly what this place is.”

“What?” Jason walked forward.

“This is a swinger’s pad!”

Chapter 6

Matt

My mouth immediately dropped open as Kristin’s words spilled from her mouth. This was a what? I had heard of swingers, and I knew that Kristin and Jason were more than cavalier about their sex life, but I had never seen a place where the more than daring went to escape and be more than taboo about their sex lives. I had grown up very sheltered and conservative, so the idea of sharing my wife had never really crossed my mind, not even for a second. Was Kristin actually serious that this was a swinger’s cabin?

I closed my mouth and looked around the room, realizing that it, in fact, made a lot of sense. There was nowhere in the cabin that was private, and unless it was just you and your significant other, nothing would be left to the imagination in that place. It was obviously too big to be meant for just two people, so I was now thinking that Kristin knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Whoa,” Austin said, plopping down on the couch and then lifting his hands nervously.

“Don’t be scared.” Kristin laughed. “The place looks immaculate. I would guess no one has been here all season, unless they are super clean people.”

I walked toward the back of the house, wanting to see this for myself. The kitchen was huge, with even more seating at a large mahogany table. Across the hall was a marbled bathroom that looked like it belonged in the resort, not some small chalet in the middle of the woods. There were two, doored stalls with toilets, but to the back was a huge shower with multiple showerheads spread out and benches to sit down on. It was obvious that the entire place, even the bathroom, had been constructed as a shared space for more than just a couple of people.

I walked back out into the main room where Kristin and Jason were talking quietly and everyone else was milling around. Instantly, the image of all of us arranged in different patterns of lovemaking, strewn across the cabin, seeped into my mind. I could feel my cock get instantly hard, thinking about Jessica and Amber getting fucked by each of us, hanging from the hammocks in the corners. I scooted over and sat down on the chair, crossing my legs in an attempt to hide the massive erection that I couldn’t seem to control. Just the thought of a bunch of people fucking like crazy, steaming up the cabin, made me want to get naked and lose all control of my inhibitions.

I loved my wife more than anything in the entire world, and our sex was out of this world, but I was a man presented with the image of several hot women, naked and moaning in the same space as me. There was no way that I couldn’t immediately get a hard-on at the thought of it. On top of all of that, I couldn’t help but admire all of Amber’s friends and how free they were with their bodies and their sexuality. I had no doubt in my mind that they would be fucking already right now if it weren’t such a taboo conversation, especially Kristin and Jason. Amber, Jessica, and Kristin were all incredibly beautiful women, all with their own quirky sex appeal. My friends had always teased me about how I could be around all of them at once and not want to fuck each one of them. To be honest, how could I not want to savor the opportunity to enjoy each of them, or all of them at once, for that matter? The thought made me wonder what Amber would say if she could hear what was going on in my head right at that moment. I wasn’t sure whether she would be turned on or slap me right in the face. Of course, in my fantasy, she would be more than ready to hop on that idea, but wasn’t that the same fantasy every man had about his wife and her hot friends?

I gathered my self-control and moseyed to the back, leaning against the wall. Jessica and Amber walked toward the kitchen, Jessica eyeing my package and Amber winking at me, unaware of the look her friend had just given me. I took in a deep breath, trying to remind my dick that it needed to stay in control of itself.

“Let’s make some food,” Jessica said, walking into the kitchen.

“I’ll help,” Jason said, almost skipping toward the kitchen, smiling big at me. “Well, look what we have here.”

I peeked into the kitchen and laughed as Jason stood in front of a giant cabinet full of liquor. All of the bottles were extremely expensive, and I was starting to realize this was not the run-of-the-mill swinger hangout. This seemed more like a place for the rich to discreetly escape and fulfill their desires. I looked back in the living room at Kristin, who was staring into the fire, and Austin, who was looking out the window.

“It looks like the storm is starting to get worse,” he groaned. “We are going to be stuck here for the night, at least.”

“At least we won’t die on the mountain,” I replied, walking over to the fire.

I picked up the poker and pushed it into the cinders, stoking the fire. The warmth blew right over me, and I turned, watching the room lighten up with the glow of the flames. If it weren’t for the fact that this was someone’s sex shack, it would actually feel pretty cozy on this blizzardy, late afternoon. All we would need would be some bearskin rugs and big, comfy pillows, and we could enjoy the mountain like we should have been in the first place, snuggled up in a cozy cabin, not an upscale resort.

“Well, if we are going to be stuck here for a while, why not make ourselves comfortable,” Kristin said, smiling and walking into the kitchen.

Maybe she was right. Maybe we should relax a bit and treat this as a welcome addition to our vacation, not a reason to feel like we were trapped in a blizzard. We all had different reasons to be here, but one of the main ones was so that we could all catch up and relax with each other. What better way to do that than to be forced into a situation where we had nowhere to go? I smiled at Austin and slapped him on the shoulder, looking out the window.

“Try to relax,” I said. “This could be exactly what you need to get away from the craziness of your job.”

“This could be a really good plot to a book,” Jason said as he exited into the main room. “Six people caught in a blizzard, forced to survive the elements in a cabin in the woods.”

“Yeah, real tough survival.” Kristin laughed, walking in with an old bottle of Scotch and six glasses. “If this is survival, then I’m open to it anytime and anyplace.”

“Whoa, crazy.” Jessica laughed, walking out behind her. “You do remember that despite the blizzard outside, it is still early in the day?”

“Meh,” Kristin said, shrugging and setting down the glasses. “If you think about it, there are only two things that anyone could do in a place like this, and that is fuck and drink. I happen to have Scotch here in my hand and six glasses, unless you’d prefer the latter? Because, hey, I’m down for whatever.”

“You are too much,” Jessica said, shaking her head.

Jason laughed, and I smiled, knowing exactly which one I would prefer. Amber started passing out the glasses, making sure each one of them had at least two shots worth of Scotch in them. I handed one to Austin and smiled, wishing he would loosen up a bit, but understanding why he might be a little uncomfortable. This was probably the most amount of time he had ever spent with all of us in captivity, and it was probably the same for me, too.

“Remember, folks,” Kristin said, smiling. “We are all on vacation, and that means that it is time to live a little.”

“Well,” I said, taking a step forward and raising my glass. “This is, without a doubt, turning into one of the most interesting vacations I have ever been on. At the same time, though, I couldn’t imagine being snowed-in a swinger’s cabin in the middle of a blizzard with a better group of people.”

“I don’t think I could imagine that at all.” Jessica laughed.

“Very true,” I said. nodding my head. “So, here is to surviving the blizzard and to good friends and warm fires.”

“And to rich bastards with huge liquor closets.” Jason laughed.

“Here, here,” everyone said.

We all took a big drink of our Scotch. Everyone except for Austin, who was still staring out the window, hoping someone would rescue him. I felt bad for the guy. He didn’t seem to be open to our group trip at all, and I wondered how Jessica felt about it. She was pretty stone cold with outward emotion, so I knew there was no way she was going to let on, but it still made me think about Amber and how lucky I was to have someone who could move and turn with the tide, instead of looking at the worst in a situation.

Jessica glanced over at me, laughing, and then turned her attention to her husband by the window. She gave me a sweet smile and wandered over to him, turning and facing him. She tipped her glass back and emptied it, Austin watching her lovingly. She reached forward and clinked her glass against his.

“We’re on vacation,” she reiterated, staring at him intently.

He let out a deep breath and lowered his shoulders, nodding and taking a sip of his Scotch. I watched their interaction for several moments before Amber came up and kissed me gently on the cheek, drawing my attention back to the room. I smiled at her and leaned over, pecking her on the lips and clinking my glass with hers, letting her know I was having a really good time. Still, even with the alcohol beginning to flow, the room was awkward and tense, and I knew that I needed to do something about that.

“Since we don’t have television, I think this calls for a little story,” I said, drawing everyone’s attention. “I went on a ski trip in high school, something that my parents should probably have thought twice about before letting me do. My best friend Charlie snuck a bottle of tequila into his suitcase. Why tequila? I will never know. It was probably all that he could find in his parent’s liquor cabinet the night before.”

“It’s always the right time for tequila,” Kristin said.

“True.” I laughed. “Well, that night, we all passed it around the cabin we were staying in. We got absolutely and completely shitfaced. We were a bunch of high school dudes getting wasted on tequila, not looking to impress any girls because they were all the way across the resort. That afternoon, we all went out to go skiing, not to anyone’s better judgement. Charlie seriously left a trail of vomit from the top of the mountain, all the way to the bottom. I seriously don’t know how he stayed upright the entire time, not that I was any better. I ran straight into a snowbank and was too dizzy to get out of it. I am pretty sure if it weren’t for some random stranger, I would have just stayed there and passed out.”

As the snow continued to pound the mountain outside of the cabin, the six of us sat inside next to the fire, having a really good laugh at my misfortune. Everything was starting to get a little bit more relaxed inside, and even Austin cracked a smile.

Chapter 7

Amber

As I listened to the story, Kristin walked up behind me and started to massage my shoulders, digging her fingertips into my tense muscles and relaxing my neck. It felt really good, and I relaxed into her hands. Kristin was the girl of the group that always had her hands on someone, and there wasn’t anyone yet that seemed to mind it even a bit. I didn’t mind feeling her digging into my tense muscles, and it brought memories back from college. She used to give me the most wonderful and sensual massages when we were roommates, and I hadn’t found a masseuse yet that could match it. Maybe it was because she made me so comfortable, or because they were usually followed up by a steamy night of rolling around in the sheets. Sometimes, Jason joined in, and sometimes, it was just the two of us.

No matter how much I enjoyed Kristin’s hands, it wasn’t helping my current mood. I wanted to fuck my husband. I was sitting there in a place where I could imagine the steaming bodies writhing on top of each other, and I was picturing the six of us spread out across the living room in every position imaginable, and all Kristin’s hands were doing were making me hornier by the second. I could feel the warmth between my legs growing hotter and tingles shooting through my legs and into my mound. If it were college, I would have already jumped in full-force, ripping clothes off, and searching for release. The night before had been a bust since I had drunk my body weight in wine at dinner. Combining that with the champagne on the plane and in the limo, I had fallen asleep as soon as my head had hit the pillow.

It was surprising that I didn’t force myself to stay awake since we had been so rudely interrupted when we first got to the resort. I was starting to feel incredibly pent-up on the inside, especially since I was raring and ready to go the day before and wanted nothing more than to just keep going when the girls walked in. At the same time, I knew that would have raised red flags from my husband, so all I could do was channel that frustration into feigned irritation at the girls. That night, though, I was done for, with no energy to even get undressed. Matt was usually good about getting it in before that happened, but he seemed to be just as exhausted as I was. We didn’t move a muscle all night, and I had woken up with a stiff neck and an urge to fuck the hell out of my husband. I had tried, waking him up with my hand running up and down his dick, but the idea of skiing was too much excitement for him to handle.

He had chuckled at me as if I were joking and then jumped out of bed to get ready to go. I had even come up with a master plan to get some before we left, but by the time I had gotten all my gear on, we were running late. We had rushed through the lobby to meet everyone outside and then decided to come over to these slopes instead of the ones right by the resort, killing any idea of a midday quickie in the ski shack bathroom. Then we ended up at the cabin, snowed-in with no privacy, leaving my arousal unrelieved and my tensions on high alert.

Sex was not something that was lacking in Matt and my relationship. We did it at least once a day, if not more, and had been doing that for quite a long time. Sometimes, when he had a huge break between practice and a game, I would meet him at his office and fuck him in his coaching chair, or if everyone was still there, he would slip out and race home for a quickie. It didn’t matter what I was doing when he came home. He didn’t accept busy as an excuse. I could be washing dishes or clothes, vacuuming, whatever. He would come in, unbuckle his pants, bend me over, and fuck me right there without even a word. I loved the fact that we were on the same wavelength when it came to sex.

However, having missed yesterday, and now being stuck in this ski cottage, Matt and I were long overdue for some relief. The situation I was in wasn’t making it any easier, either. I could see the glimmer in Jason’s eyes when I took off my jacket, and the feeling of Kristin’s hands on my shoulders and down my back was so arousing I was wondering how I could possibly continue to hold out. Every part of me wanted to fuck my husband, but at the same time, climbing on top of Jason with Kristin behind me was extremely enticing as well. I looked around the room at Jason, Kristin, and Jessica and replayed some of the hottest nights in my head. Being there with them was not as fun as I thought it was going to be, especially in my current state. Having them surrounding me in this place, which was built for hot crazy sex, was making me even more desperate than usual. I could almost feel Kristin’s hands rolling over my shoulders and grabbing onto my breasts as Jason’s tongue whipped between my legs savagely like he had done so many times.

“I seriously don’t know how he stayed upright the entire time, not that I was any better. I ran straight into a snowbank and was too dizzy to get out of it. I am pretty sure if it weren’t for some random stranger, I would have just stayed there and passed out,” Matt said, finishing up his story.

Everyone laughed, and the mood of the cabin started to ease, especially since Austin had decided to relax a little bit and for once, cracked a smile at Matt’s story. Kristin patted me on the shoulders and winked at me before walking over and sitting down in Jason’s lap. I got up and walked over to Matt and grabbed his hand.

“Will you come with me?” I nodded my head toward the back.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, looking around. “I just want to talk to you for a second. That’s all.”

“Sure,” he said with a sweet smile.

I downed the rest of the Scotch in my glass and glanced at the others, realizing they were all caught up in their own conversations and weren’t paying a bit of attention to me or Matt. I led him through the room and turned right into the bathrooms, holding the door open as he walked inside. I closed it and stared at the shiny silver handle, realizing that there was no lock on it. I bit the corner of my mouth, running through different MacGyver techniques that I could employ to get the door to lock, but there was nothing I could do. It was built to be a complete lapse in privacy. That was why they had put large, polished, steel doors on the stalls to where the toilets were, to give you the ability to at least pee in privacy. I took in a deep breath and shrugged my shoulders. Oh well. There was no way I was giving up on my chance to get laid, not even for a stupid unlockable bathroom door.

“What’s up?” Matt asked.

I tapped my hand on the door handle, trying to decide whether Matt was going to be all about what I was about to do, or if he was going to be completely turned off by it. The pulsing between my legs was telling me that I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was now or never. I turned around and stepped forward, grabbing Matt by the head and pulling him down for a kiss. His skin was warm, and his lips tasted like Scotch, which seemed to turn me on even more. It made me think about the hot nights on our honeymoon when we got wasted on cheap whiskey and fucked for hours with the doors open to our own private beach. He kissed me and then pulled back, looking confusingly into my eyes. Butterflies flew through my stomach, and I could feel myself starting to back away from the idea of getting laid, just from the reaction he was giving me. I had never been scared to proposition my own husband for sex before, and he had never once turned me away, even if he wasn’t in the mood.

“Amber, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know.” I sighed. “Well, I do know. I am so damn horny, especially after getting interrupted yesterday and passing out last night. Being here in this house, knowing it is where people have played out some of their most intimate fantasies, is just making it worse. I have got to take the edge off before I explode.”

“The door doesn’t lock,” he whispered. “We could get caught.”

“I don’t care,” I said, walking forward and squeezing his cock through his pants. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you to fuck me right now and right here. Do you understand? I need your fucking cock inside of me, or I am going to burst, and not in the way that I want to.”

He nodded his head, never before seeing me so horny. As fast as I could, I opened up my snow pants, pulling them off and taking off the leggings underneath them. I kept my panties on, wanting to be able to get dressed quickly afterward and knowing how much it turned him on to see my juices soaking through them. My eyes stayed glued on his as he watched me undress and walk over to the vanity counter. I turned around and faced him, lifting myself onto the counter and spreading my legs. I ran my fingers down and pulled my panties to the side, showing him just how much I wanted him inside of me at that moment. My cold fingers touched my warm, wet skin, and I gasped, wanting to feel more and more.

Matt looked over at the door and shrugged, quickly moving forward and pressing his lips against mine. I lifted my hips and rubbed my pussy against his crotch, grinding against the hard shaft trapped inside. I moaned softly, looking deep into his eyes. He groaned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He pulled his cock out of his base layer and stroked it once before grabbing my hips and thrusting it inside of me. He held me steady as he fucked me deep and hard, his knees hitting the cabinet doors. I pulled up my sweater and shirt and latched onto my nipples, rubbing them hard between my finger and thumb.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure of his body smacking hard against my clit. My hands clamped down on my breasts as the fire in my belly began to ignite, filling me with pleasure. I arched my back and grabbed onto the counter with one hand while covering my mouth with the other. My body lurched and writhed, and I could hear Matt groaning as he pushed hard into me and felt my release. His body shook against me as I came hard, my pussy wrapping around his pulsing cock. The release was amazing, and as my muscles relaxed, I exhaled, finally feeling like I could manage a conversation without jumping someone’s bones, but I wasn’t quite done yet.

Chapter 8

Jason

I walked over to where the hangers were by the door and started to take off my jacket and snow pants. The others looked over at me and nodded, following suit since the room had already begun to heat up. I hung my pants on the hook by the suspenders and looked over, watching my wife make her way toward the bathroom. I walked after her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her close and leaning close to her ear. She smelled so fucking good and was always turning me on.

“You know that Matt and Amber are in there,” I said, lifting my eyebrows at her.

I knew my wife really well, and I knew when she had something mischievous on her mind. The look on her face let me know that this was exactly one of those times that she was working something up in her mind. I tilted my head at her and smirked.

“Okay, what are you doing?” I asked.

Kristin threw her head back and laughed, reaching for my arm. She pulled me along and put her finger to her lips, motioning for my silence. We stepped up the bathroom door, and she pointed at the wood. I gave her a confused look, and she smiled coyly.

“Listen,” she whispered.

I looked at her for a moment, knowing she was up to something, and smiled, leaning slowly into the door. I pressed my face against it, glancing back to make sure the others weren’t paying attention to us. I let out a deep breath and listened. At first, I didn’t hear anything, just some slight movements and a muffled sound. However, as I listened closer, I could hear Amber on the other side, moaning into her hand. Immediately, my jaw dropped open, and I listened closer, making sure that I was hearing things correctly. Yep, that moan was unmistakable. Amber was in there, and those noises were most definitely coming from her. I would know. I used to be the one making her sound that way.

“Are they fucking? Now?”

Kristin smiled and nodded her head, giving me a knowing look. Immediately, I was turned on, but I also knew that she was not going to let this one go. This time, though, she was not going to embarrass Amber. She was going for something much more golden.

“I have a plan, one that you are going to thank me for later,” she said, smirking. “I need you to watch the door and make sure no one else comes in.”

“You think this is the right time?”

“It’s now or never,” she said, smiling and kissing me on the lips.

I nodded my head and turned, walking forward toward the living room. I looked back over my shoulder and watched as she slipped into the bathroom. I shook my head, thinking about my wife. She was so crazy sometimes, and it was one of the things that turned me on the most about her. I never knew what to expect, and even when I thought I did, she would come along and surprise me.

I stood there watching Jessica and Austin talk, not wanting to miss a moment of this. Fuck it. I turned back to the bathroom, keeping one eye on the living room and peeking through the crack in the bathroom door with my other eye. As much as I wanted to go in with them, I was going to trust my wife’s plan. I could see Kristin slowly walking toward the couple, so quiet that they hadn’t noticed at all that she was moving toward them. Amber’s eyes were closed, and from the way she was biting her lip, I could tell she was enjoying every inch of Matt’s cock. Kristin walked up, stopping directly behind Matt, out of Amber’s field of vision. She stepped back slightly and looked Matt up and down, watching his hips move slowly in and out of Amber. She had her hands on her hips as if she were observing them scientifically, but I knew she was planning out her next move.

She stood there for several moments, listening to Amber’s muffled moans and watching as Matt’s ass flexed and contracted with each thrust. Kristin’s breasts had perked, and her nipples were rock solid, showing through the thin, ribbed sweater she was wearing. Slowly, she lifted her hand up and placed it on Matt’s shoulder, finally making her move. I watched as Matt jerked in shock, his eyes flying open and his head turning to look behind him. He glanced back at Amber and paused, not yet saying a word to alert her to Kristin’s presence. It was clear that he didn’t know how to feel about her standing there.

“Do you need a hand?” Kristin asked.

I looked over at Amber as her eyes flew open and her arms instinctively covered her perfectly round breasts that she had just been massaging. Kristin rubbed her hand across Matt’s shoulder and turned to Amber, rubbing her hand across her cheek and shushing her. My wife smiled coyly, glancing over at my eyes peeking in through the doorway. She knew I was there, and she was going to give me a show.

“You don’t need to be shy with me,” Kristin said to Amber, leaning in close to her face.

I stood there with a smirk, watching my wife as she slid her hand down to Amber’s pussy, right above where Matt’s cock was resting. She smiled coyly at Amber, but Amber didn’t move, watching Kristin carefully as her fingers moved over her clit and stopped. My cock was throbbing in my pants, but I stayed put, letting Kristin do what she came to do.

“You clearly need to come,” she said with a pouty look. “Luckily, I would be more than happy to help out a friend in need.”

With those absolutely brilliant words, my wife started to rub Amber’s clit fast and hard, just the way to get Amber to come. Immediately, Amber started to moan, obviously unable to help herself. That familiar feeling, the fact that Kristin knew exactly what Amber needed, was completely erotic, and I was not the only one that was feeling that. From the sound of Amber’s moans and the way her head tilted back, she was all too ready to get off by the hands of her old roommate and lover.

Slowly, Kristin looked at Matt’s face, getting just inches from his mouth as she slid her hand around his back and grasped his hips. She pushed Matt’s body forward, looking down and licking her lips as his cock slowly moved back inside of Amber. The muscles on her arm contracted as she pushed and pulled on his hips, moving him back into his normal motions. She smiled at him and bit her bottom lip, looking back at Amber as she circled her fingers over her clit, moving down to the base of Matt’s wet cock and then back up to her hard nub. I reached down and grabbed onto my cock, which was rock-solid in my long underwear. I rubbed on it hard, thinking about jerking myself off as I watched my wife make Amber come. I grabbed on hard to my shaft through my pants, knowing that I was going to have my chance as soon as she got out of that bathroom. My eyes were glued to the whole scene, Amber’s writhing body, Kristin’s fingers rubbing her clit hard and fast, and Amber’s pussy getting a long, hard cock inside of it. What I wouldn’t do to be sitting beneath Amber, fucking her in the ass and making her come even harder.

Amber’s blonde hair was flowing wildly around her, having come undone from the ponytail she had previously put it in. She opened her mouth as her chest moved forward, ready to let out a moan, but Kristin pulled her hand up and covered her mouth, keeping her quiet. She reached back down and moved forward toward Amber, situating four fingers over her clit and beginning to rub harder and harder, pushing her into her climax. Matt grunted loudly, looking at Amber and up at Kristin, obviously wanting to fuck her, which only turned me on more. He gripped down on Amber’s hips as she shook from orgasm and began to fuck her harder and harder. His jaw was locked tightly, and Kristin continued to rub frantically on Amber’s pussy. She took her other and reached down, gently swiping her hand across the bottom of Matt’s balls. He groaned and pulled himself deep inside of Amber, his hips barely pumping now, and his eyes locked on Kristin’s face. He growled as his orgasm exploded, and he spilled out deep inside of Amber.

Kristin smiled cockily, removing her hand from his balls and her pussy. Slowly, she leaned in and lifted Amber’s chin, giving her a gentle, but sensual kiss. She turned and winked at Matt, before walking toward the door and out of the bathroom, triumphant in her plan to seduce both of them. I was in complete awe at the sexual power of my wife and just how easy it was for her to fuck anyone, anywhere, any time. I knew if she wanted it, she could have been pounded in that bathroom, but that was just a tease for them.

As soon as Kristin walked out of the door, I grabbed her and began to kiss her fiercely, my hard cock rubbing in between her legs. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I reached around, grabbing her ass and thrusting myself toward her, wanting to fuck her without another minute going by. Slowly, she reached up and slipped the fingers she used to get Amber off into my mouth. The flavor was familiar, and I had to hold back a deep groan from the taste of Amber on my wife’s fingertips. I sucked every last bit of the flavor and pulled back, looking deep into her eyes. My cock was throbbing, and I turned quickly, grabbing our coats and heading toward the door.

“I need to talk to my wife alone, so we’ll be right back,” I said to Jessica and Austin, who didn’t even have a chance to say anything before I had pulled the door open, ignoring the cold burst of air that hit me in the face.

I pulled Kristin out on to the porch and shut the door behind me. It was still storming, but the porch gave us a little bit of cover. I pulled her coat over her shoulders and put mine on as well, watching her shiver in confusion. I could tell she didn’t know whether I was angry or not, and that amused me.

“It’s cold out here,” she said, shivering. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t care,” I said, pulling her over to the corner of the porch.

I looked over to make sure that we were out of the view of the windows, not caring about privacy, but not wanting to freak Austin out too much. I knew he was next on Kristin’s list, so I wanted to make sure she had ample opportunity. I turned Kristin around and pushed her hard against the side of the house, catching a smirk on her face. I yanked her pants down around her ankles and lifted her coat, thrusting deep and hard inside of her. She was already soaking wet, which wasn’t a surprise at all. I put my hands up on each side of her head, pushed her thighs apart, and started to fuck her furiously, so aroused by what I just witnessed that there was no stopping me. I fucked the hell out of her, with the wind and snow falling around us, thinking about the juices flowing out of Amber and the taste of her on my lips mixed with my own wife’s.

Chapter 9

Jessica

Even after the Scotch, the laughter, the stories, and the realization that we weren’t going anywhere, Austin was still acting like a complete asshole. His attitude was so bad that I hadn’t even noticed that all four of my friends had disappeared. I watched Austin messing with his phone, trying to get some kind of signal like his life depended on it. He didn’t even look at me. He just sat there muttering about how he was missing an important email, even though he had promised that he wouldn’t be working while we were on vacation. This was exactly why I had brought him there in the first place, so that we could have some time away from all of the technology and distraction. I sat listening and waiting for quite a while, letting my irritation and anger fester up inside of me, trying not to cause a scene in front of everyone. I knew that Austin was different from the rest of us—I had known that from the beginning—but until that point, it was part of his charm. When I had enough, I stood up, snatched his phone from him, and flung it across the room, watching it hit the wall and fall into the corner.

“What the fuck, Jessica?” he yelled. “Why in the world would you do that? You know that I have very important people relying on me for things that go beyond just silly little business deals. I am in charge of orchestrating international government contracts with countries that we waver between war and peace with. That phone gives me the capability of not pissing off an international super power.”

“I can’t freaking stand it,” I said with a pouting face. “I can’t stand how you are always working, always checking your phone, never fully present when you are with me. I knew your job was stressful from the beginning, but that doesn’t mean I accept being second to your email, text, video messages, and work calls. I am your wife, and I am only trying to help you.”

“By making it impossible for me to do my job?”

“No,” I said, standing up. “By forcing you to relax on this vacation, even if it is the last damn thing that I do. I love you more than anything, Austin. You know this. Part of my job as your wife is seeing when you need an intervention and being the one to step in and force that intervention.”

I looked down at him, feeling bad for yelling at him and not being more understanding of everything in his life that was so stressful. I bent down and wrapped my arms tightly around him, wanting to make things right. I loved him, I wanted him, and I needed him.

“I miss you,” I whispered into his ear.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes, sadness inside of them. I knew that he never wanted to make me feel that way or make me feel like I had to do something that drastic to get his attention. We really needed to start listening to each other and really hearing, not just nodding and saying okay.

“We need to reconnect because we haven’t spent time very much together recently,” I said. “We go and go and go, and we don’t slow down for anything. I know that you are an important man, and there are many serious issues that fall on your shoulders, but that doesn’t mean you are doomed to a life where all you do is work. This is the perfect time to remind yourself why you work so hard in the first place. This is the time to reconnect with me, with yourself, and with the people that legitimately consider you a friend, and not a friend of a convenience like so many people in your life.”

He sat there staring at me, his eyes going from angry to knowing. I could tell that he was really taking the time to think about what I was saying. I knew he knew that a life outside of work was important, but he needed me to remind him of that. He needed me to say what we were both thinking. If he continued to work like that without reprieve, he would end up alone and cold at the end of his life. I loved him, but I couldn’t spend the next eighty years wishing he would notice me. He went to open his mouth to reply, but the sound of stomping drew our attention. Jason came storming from the back, through the room, and toward the door, dragging Kristin behind him. I was a little thrown off, but Kristin had a smirk on her face, so I knew there wasn’t anything seriously wrong. We sat there and watched as Jason grabbed their coats and turned toward us.

“I need to talk to my wife alone,” he said frantically.

I shook my head and watched as they stormed out of the door, the cold air bursting in and causing the flames of the fire to dance around wildly. I shivered, pulling my arms around my body, and stared at the closed door. I couldn’t even start to think what might be going on with them. They were just in the other room and nothing had happened. Knowing them, they were fighting just so that they would have the excuse to have make-up sex. My mind twisted and turned through everything that could possibly be going on, but before I got too far down that rabbit hole, Austin’s voice brought me back to our conversation.

“There is something that I have been holding back from you,” he said, looking down at his hands.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything.” I tried to get him to make eye contact with me.

“I’ve been working all the extra hours on these cases because I have been trying desperately to get a promotion,” he revealed. “It requires a lot, but once I have it, the workload will go down a lot. I want to start a family with you, and in order to do that, I need to know that we have stability. This promotion will bring job security, regardless of who is in office. It will bring financial security that will only go up from that point, and it will allow me to feel comfortable knowing my family will always be taken care of, no matter what. That is why I’ve been putting in the extra hours.”

“What?”

I was completely overwhelmed by what he had just revealed to me. I had no idea that he was thinking about having a family with me. I thought I was the only one with that on my mind. I figured that everything he did was to further his career, not to further our relationship or our family. I leaned in and threw my arms around his neck, squeezing him even harder than before. Everything was starting to make sense to me now. The longer nights, the extra workload, it was all a pathway to a better life.

“I want all of those things, too,” I said, choked up. “But we are here now, and I want us to enjoy this vacation, not continue to keep looking past where we are standing, especially if you are going to go right back to working just as hard when we return home.”

“I understand,” Austin said, nodding his head. “You are right. They know I am on vacation. They don’t expect anything from me, and if I keep pushing through the present, I am going to reach the end of my life and not remember what and who got me there to begin with. This promotion is important, but I promise you that I will try harder to be present during our trip.”

“Thank you,” I said, hugging him again. “I just want all of it to be worth it, you know? I want to know that we will be okay so that when we get to that place to start a family, we are still there as partners, not strangers.”

We sat there staring into each other’s eyes, finally feeling like we were back on the same page. It had been a while since I felt that kind of connection to him, and I was glad that we could talk things out without screaming, or tears, or anger. I really did want a family with him. After a few moments, Austin raised his head and cocked it to the side as if he were listening for something. I looked at him funny.

“What is that noise?” he asked.

I lifted my head and waited to hear whatever it was he was talking about. Suddenly, I heard it too, an almost rhythmic pounding coming from the side of the house. It was strange and slightly alarming because that was where Jason and Kristin had disappeared to. I stayed alert for several more minutes, listening to the sound, watching the Scotch shake in my glass. I looked back at Austin and shrugged my shoulders, a look of concern still on my face. I slowly stood up and straightened my sweater, feeling the chill that was seeping from the still broken front door. I walked over to the window and looked outside, but all I could see was a blanket of white coming from the storm out there. I looked to the right and squinted, seeing what looked like the edge of Jason’s coat sticking out from the corner of the porch. That was strange. What the hell were they doing out there? It had to be in the teens, if not colder.

I looked harder and realized that the jacket was moving in and out of my field of vision. I stopped, listened, and watched for several moments, trying to get the connection. Suddenly, with wide eyes, I brought my hand up to my forehead. The coat was moving in and out at the same rhythm as the pounding against the side of the house. I looked again and waited to nod my head, noticing that with every push forward was another loud thud. Oh my God. I had to be wrong. There was no way they were doing that in a blizzard on the front porch. What was I saying? If anyone would think that was a good idea, it would be Kristin and Jason. Immediately, I started laughing, walking away from the window and covering my mouth. Austin looked over at me with confusion.

“What’s so funny? Is the house falling down? Did the abominable snowman finally make its way here through the blizzard?”

I shook my head and laughed even harder at Austin’s comments. I couldn’t believe that I was about to say the words that were on my mind. Only in my life, and only with Kristin and Jason, would something like this actually come to mind. Anyone else on earth, I would assume was being attacked by a bear, hit by a falling tree limb, or something else equally as horrifying, but nope.

“I think that the sound we are hearing is Jason and Kristin banging outside on the patio,” I said through giggles.

“No way.” Austin chuckled. “That is ridiculous. It’s like minus ten degrees outside.”

He walked over to the door and stood there for a second before opening up the door slowly. I watched him as he shook his head at me and began to crane his head out of the doorway. There was no way I was going to miss this, so I grabbed my jacket and scurried over to the open door, shivering as the cold air hit me in the face. If Kristin and Jason were doing it in a blizzard on the front porch, it was unquestionably one fuck that was going down in the history books.

Chapter 10

Austin

I swung the door open and looked back at Jessica, who was laughing and pulling on her coat. Slowly, I craned my head around the corner, feeling her run up next to me. I almost fell flat out in the snow from what I was staring at. Jason and Kristin pressed against the side of the house, and clear as day, he was fucking the hell out of her. Both their bare skin was bright red from the wind and the snow, but that wasn’t going to stop them from reaching the finish line. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like to fuck in a blizzard on a porch. However, Kristin seemed to be in heaven. Her hands were clutched against the wood, her knuckles white from holding on so tightly, and her moans were constant, rolling along with the rhythm of his hard thrusts. The porch was shaking every time he slammed his dick into her, and little drifts of snow would fall from the roof and swirl around their half-naked bodies. They showed absolutely no sign of being cold at all.

I blinked several times, thinking that maybe I had hit my head, or maybe they were not fucking on the porch during a blizzard, but no, there they were, plain as day. My eyes widened, and I turned, looking at Jessica, expecting to see the same baffled expression on her face. My mind went wild, and I couldn’t even begin to think of what she would say if I tried to fuck her in a snow drift. She was much too put together for that. Jessica was standing there right beside me, watching them fuck, but instead of being completely shocked, or even surprised at what we were looking at, she looked amused. She literally looked like this was no big deal and it happened all the time. These crazy kids were at it again. There was a slight smirk on her face, and she was shaking her head, obviously wanting to laugh.

My mind couldn’t seem to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. There they were, naked as hell, fucking in the snow, yet I still couldn’t believe it. On top of that, my wife was standing there laughing like this was not out of the ordinary at all. Then, before I could even try to piece it together, Kristin turned her head toward us and caught sight of her audience. I didn’t know whether to stand there or run. I figured her response would be somewhere around shock, but I was wrong, very wrong. Kristin simply smiled and waved before clenching down, arching her back, and moaning loudly as she moved her way toward orgasm. In all honesty, if I hadn’t been shocked out of my mind, I might actually find it arousing, but I wasn’t even sure what to think. My cock had something else on its mind, though, and it shot rock hard in my pants, startling me from my shocked and frozen state.

I reached over and grabbed Jessica by the arm and yanked her back into the house, closing the door as quietly as I possibly could, as if they hadn’t already realized that we were standing there watching them fuck on the front porch. When the door was shut, I rubbed my hands together and walked over to the fireplace, staring down into the flames. I was in complete and total shock, unable to process what I had just witnessed on the front porch of the cabin. I was starting to realize I didn’t really know any of these people the way that I thought I did. I shook my head and looked up at Jessica, again noticing that she didn’t seem the least bit fazed by what we just saw. It was like we were both standing on two completely different porches, watching two completely different scenes take place. It was baffling my mind.

I jumped, turning toward the sound of the bathroom door flying open. Amber and Matt reappeared, sporting identical expressions on their faces, something that I couldn’t make out. I hadn’t even realized that they were missing until that moment. I watched as they walked over to the couches like zombies and sat down, sweat on Matt’s forehead and Amber’s hair all wild and knotted. I glanced at Jessica who was now giggling at Matt and Amber as if this was a completely normal thing. What in the hell was going on in this house?!

Just then, the door to the outside flew open, and Jason and Kristin sauntered in as if they had just been out for a leisurely stroll and nothing more. I stared at them, back at Matt and Amber, and then over at my wife, who was nonchalantly standing there. Kristin skimmed past me, and I looked her in the face, shaking slightly as she winked in my direction and walked to the kitchen. That was it. I was completely done. I couldn’t take one more second of any of the madness, especially since I seemed to be the only one in it. I grabbed Jessica by the hand and looked at her in the face before turning and pulling her toward the bathroom.

I could hear the others laughing behind us as I walked, but I ignored them, more worried about figuring out what was happening than who was doing what at that moment. When we got into the bathroom, I slammed the door behind myself and gripped my wife by the shoulders. She looked up at me slightly bewildered, but I could tell she was hiding a smirk.

“Okay, I give up,” I said. “I am asking the question.”

“What question?”

“The question that any normal person should be asking,” I said, shaking her slightly. “What in the hell is going on?”

Jessica stood there perched in my hands for several minutes, just staring up at me. It was like she was trying to gather enough strength to answer my question, but no words were coming out of her. She looked me in the face and tried to muster a seriousness, but before she could escape whatever was going on in her head, she burst into a fit of giggles. I dropped my hands and stared at her, trying to figure out if she had lost her mind, or if it was me that had completely lost it. Maybe it was cabin fever.

“Baby,” she said, controlling her laughter. “Kristin has always been crazy for as long as I have known her. Exhibition is just one of her things. She likes it when she gets caught fucking Jason. She likes when people watch her. It makes her even more aroused. Why do you think that she came as soon as she saw us? It’s like, her thing. Kind of like the people that like whips and chains, or the people that get off to feet sex. Only hers isn’t quite as disgusting. At least, I don’t think so.”

“And how exactly do you know this?”

“Really?” She raised her eyebrow at me and smirked. “Did you forget that Kristin and I were roommates almost entirely through your college career? We were even roommates when we had to live in the dorms our first year. In college, unfortunately, you learn a lot about the people you live with, especially people like Kristin who have no qualms about showing exactly who they are to anyone that is willing to stop and listen, or in Kristin’s case, watch. I got to see a lot of things about her, and it desensitized me to it, I guess.”

“Does that mean you have seen Kristin have sex before?”

She stood there for a second, obviously thinking about her answer before responding. She then abashedly nodded before looking away. Her cheeks were blushed, and I could tell she was having a hard time telling me this. I wasn’t sure why, though. She was never ashamed of anything she had done before. That was one of the things I loved about Jessica. She never apologized for the choices that she made, no matter what they were or how other people would look at her after finding out.

I wasn’t sure how to react, and I turned away, running my hands through my hair. My wife had watched our friend having sex. Kristin, who I thought I knew pretty well, was into exhibitionism. I wasn’t sickened by it or angered by it. I was just having a really hard time wrapping my mind around it. Kristin was a gorgeous woman—that was no secret—but that smile and wink that she had given me had brought up all kinds of strange feelings inside of me. None of this, though, was Jessica’s fault. I had been pretty sheltered my entire life. I was raised in a rich, conservative household, taken to church every Sunday, and hadn’t even begun to explore my sexuality until I was in my second year of college. I didn’t watch porn, I didn’t look at nudie magazines, and sex was never a topic that was discussed in my family. It wasn’t like I didn’t like sex, or that I didn’t have an open mind about things, but I had never actually seen two other people having sex before, especially not in real life. I couldn’t tell if I was shocked or aroused by it all.

Jessica took in a deep breath and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tightly. She laid her head on my shoulder and sat there, just comforting me, or whatever it was she thought she was accomplishing. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.

“Just calm down,” she whispered. “It’s really not that big of a deal. It’s just two people having sex. I think it’s so shocking to you because you know them, and you weren’t expecting to find that on the front porch.”

Jessica leaned her body into me and then pulled back, looking down and then back up in my face. I realized that she noticed the huge boner in my pants, something I didn’t even realize I still had until that moment. There were so many things floating through my head that I couldn’t pinpoint an exact reason why I had become so aroused. Was it Kristin’s naked body? Was it the excitement of seeing her get fucked in the middle of the porch? Was it the fact that my wife had watched her have sex before? Whatever it was, my cock had decided it wanted more.

Jessica looked up at me and locked her eyes with mine, stepping forward and quickly unzipping my pants. Her hands slipped into my boxers and grabbed on, pulling my cock and squeezing hard. She bit her bottom lip and started to stroke the shaft, her soft hands feeling so good against my skin.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer, and instead, dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth. I wanted to tell her to stop, but it felt so damn good. She immediately thrust her head up and down, deep-throating my cock and sucking hard as her hand trailed behind her mouth. I groaned, pulling my hands over my head and feeling the sensation of her warm mouth traveling up and down my cock, her hand reaching up and cradling my warm balls. She moaned with my dick deep in her throat, her voice vibrating against every inch of my erection. I wanted it to last, but with all the buildup and the fact that I had never had my cock sucked like that, I was quickly losing control. I had always been able to fuck for a long time, but she knew exactly how to move her mouth on my dick.

I reached down and grabbed the hair on her head and moaned loudly as she shoved her head down and stopped at the base of cock, her tongue moving around the shaft. I grunted and clenched my teeth, the orgasm taking over before I could stop it. My cock pulsated against her warm throat, and I exploded, blowing my seed down her throat in a glorious orgasmic finish.

Chapter 11

Kristin

I watched as Austin grabbed Jessica and marched her off to the bathroom, but for some reason, I didn’t think it was for the same reason as the rest of us. I took off my coat and nodded at Amber and Matt. Jason walked in from the kitchen, removed his coat, and walked over to the table where all the glasses were sitting. The silence in the room was deafening, and the only thing that I could hear was the crackling of the fire and the sound of Scotch being poured into the glasses. Jason poured four shots into the glasses and recorked the bottle of Scotch before turning around and smiling at everyone. I smiled back at him and watched as he walked around, passing out the much-needed drinks. I looked down at my glass as I swirled the alcohol around, watching it coat the sides of the glass. I took a sip and swallowed hard, feeling the warmth go down my chest. I glanced up at everyone in the room and smiled to myself.

I knew that Amber and Matt might be feeling a little awkward after what had happened. I walked over to Amber and linked my arm through hers and pulled her over onto the couch next me. She smiled shyly at me and looked down at her hand on her lap. This was not the same girl that had been open to so many things in the past, and I knew it had to do with Matt and his lack of knowledge. I looked up at Matt and smiled kindly, trying to ease the tension. I patted the spot on the couch beside me and crooked my finger at him, calling him over to sit down. Amber looked up at him and shook her head, smiling at him as he walked forward and sat down. He looked at her and then at me for a moment before staring off at the fire crackling in the fireplace. I looked up at Jason for support, and he smiled, nodding.

Slowly, he made his way over to the couch and sat down on the other side of Amber, leaning back and crossing his leg over his knee. He sipped quietly on his drink, waiting for me to start talking. He always had such an amazing way of letting me work through my plans, even when it seemed like things were falling apart. I knew exactly what I was doing, though, and in order for it to work, I had to have his support.

“I believe in being honest about the things in my life,” I said, tapping Matt on the knee. “I am not in any way ashamed of my sexuality. In fact, I believe that being open about my sexuality is part of what makes me who I am. If you’ve known me for a long time, you know that I am comfortable in my own skin, just as much as I am comfortable with just about anyone around me. My sexuality is a measure of pride for me. I don’t know if you know this about Jason and me or not, but we are in an open relationship. We not only enjoy having sex with each other, especially since we have that emotional attachment, but we also enjoy sharing each other with other couples as well. It is a form of expression, an openness that I have never had with anyone else, and while some people may not be able to handle that kind of relationship, Jason and I have found that it brings us closer together in the end. Our sexuality is on many different levels.”

I looked over at Amber, and her mouth dropped open for a minute. She looked at me and then pressed her lips tightly together, her mouth trying desperately to curve into a smile. Finally, she let go and started to giggle uncontrollable, shaking her head back and forth.

“I should have known that.” She laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me, even a little bit. We just thought—”

“That I had come in there and cheated on Jason?” I replied, smiling. “No, he was watching the whole time.”

She stopped giggling and looked over at him, her cheeks rosy red. Oddly enough, it wasn’t like it was anything that Jason hadn’t seen before, but I could tell that Matt didn’t know that. I needed her to admit to her past for me to have any hopes at securing the future of this trip and the amount of fun that I knew we could all have together.

“Jason and I trust each other,” I said with a shrug. “And above all, we are always one hundred percent honest with each other, no matter what. We don’t have secrets from each other, and that alone makes our relationship so much stronger than most of the people we know back home.”

I looked over at Matt and realized that he was listening with extreme interest. I could tell that he knew absolutely nothing about what had happened between us all in college, not even Amber and Jason’s sexual relationship. We were roommates, and as far as Matt knew, that was as far as it went. I couldn’t imagine going my whole relationship and not being honest with Jason about something like that. I knew that our sexual encounters had changed the way that Amber looked at her own sexuality, which obviously affected her relationship with Matt. It was in that moment that I decided to see if I could get Amber to open up about her past, for her own good and for the good of the group. If I could get Amber and Matt on board, this weekend would go a lot differently than it had started. I knew that if I could convince them to be part of this amazing sexual attraction that was going on, it would only be a matter of time before Jessica and Austin folded along with them, if Austin could knock the shock out of his brain for two seconds.

When planning this ski weekend, I had decided that I was going to convince the entire group to open up and start swinging with Jason and myself. Jason thought I was insane, believing that too much time had passed for me to get them to come into the lifestyle, but I knew differently. As soon as I saw the lust in Amber’s eyes at the hotel, I knew that this wasn’t going to be as hard as I thought it was going to be. I had already been with Jessica and Amber, and I knew that they were very passionate women who were turned on by situations like that. I had seen both of them in situations where they were sharing themselves with me and Jason, even before Jason and I were a serious couple. I trusted them both, and so did Jason, which was really important in that situation.

Men, well, men were all the same, and I didn’t have any doubt in my mind that I could convince them to get on board with this. Men were sexual creatures by nature, and the thought of watching their woman be pleased was in their blood. All they had to get through was the jealousy part, and they would be just fine. Jealousy was just a learned trait, a feeling of ownership, but in reality, no one could own these two women. They were too strong in themselves for that. The biggest problem with it came down to dishonesty. When you are dishonest with your spouse, it brings up all kinds of bad feelings and jealousies, especially when it came to opening up sexually with other people. My entire plan hinged on Amber and Jessica being honest about what happened between the four of us in college. They needed to be honest with Matt and Austin that we had all enjoyed each other in many different ways.

“What do you think, Amber?” I leaned in and nuzzled my nose into Amber’s neck, smelling the sweet smell of her perfume. “Do you think I’m right about absolute honesty being crucial to a relationship? I mean, you are married, and you two seem to be incredibly happy. You must have thoughts on how important these things are in order to keep a relationship together and successful. Well, at least, I am assuming that you do. Maybe you two just got incredibly lucky.”

Amber shifted in her seat uncomfortably, glancing over at Matt and then straight ahead into the fire again. I reached up and pushed the hair from her face, seeing her cheeks start to heat. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, and I could tell she was thinking about what I was saying. It was really starting to get to her that she hadn’t told Matt the truth. Amber had always been the innocent, Midwesterner of our group, while at the same time, throwing herself enthusiastically into whatever situation that she found herself in. It just took letting her open herself up and push through whatever hesitation that she had. Most of the time, they were rooted in fear, and that was easy to overcome when you felt safe with the people around you.

I didn’t have time to sit around and wait for her to inch her way through the hesitation, though, especially with the storm blowing over and me knowing that if we left here without her breaking through, I wouldn’t have the chance to do what I wanted to do. Jason cleared his throat, trying to tell me to move on, but once I made up mind, I was going to be in it until I saw my plan through. I was determined to make this the best weekend ever and help my friends break free of these restraints that were holding them back.

“Hey, weren’t you a Forest Friend when you were a kid?” I whispered into Amber’s ear. “Isn’t their motto, ‘Honesty, Integrity, Respect?’ I remember you telling me about that one night when we were laying there, watching television. I thought it was incredibly touching.”

I knew that I was laying it on thick, pulling out things from her childhood, but I knew it was going to take something big to really pull her out of her hesitation. I knew that it was hard to admit when you had held something back, but I also knew how good Amber would feel once she had just let it all go and freed herself from the lie.

“Okay,” Amber cried out, pulling her arm away in irritation. “Matt, I have to tell you something that I had never told you before.”

“All right,” he said, leaning forward and reaching for her hand. “You can tell me anything, baby.”

“When I was in college, Jason, Jessica, and Kristin were my roommates,” she said with a big sigh. “That you knew. What you don’t know is that while we lived together, up to the point at which I met you, we were all sleeping together on a regular basis. I’m sorry that I never told you. I didn’t want to make a big thing out it and possibly ruin our relationship. We all used to have sex together, and I was afraid of what you would think of me if you found that out.”

Matt sat there quietly, but I could feel a weight lift right off Amber’s shoulders. I reached down, grasped her hand tightly, and laid my head on her shoulder. She leaned into me, showing me she was glad that someone had finally pushed her to get that off her chest.

Chapter 12

Matt

I didn’t know how I felt about my wife’s sudden admission about her past. It was something that I hadn’t seen coming in any way, not even in my wildest dreams or darkest thoughts. My wife had always been this sweet and kind girl, with a wild streak just for me in the bedroom. This entire day had thrown me for a loop, and my head was starting to spin.

First, Kristin had walked in on us having sex and put her hands on Amber, pushing her over the edge in ecstasy. That alone made me feel like a madman. Then, I find out that Amber, Kristin, Jessica, and Jason used to sleep together. Saying it out loud didn’t make it feel any more real, and I just kept thinking about how I had no idea that information like this was coming at me. I had known that my wife had been close with her roommates. She had talked about them the entire time that I knew her, but never in the way that she had just revealed. I was picturing something like an episode of Friends, not a scene from some crazy porno. I had never suspected, not even for a second, that Amber had slept with any of them, even Jason, who always looked at her a certain way that would have made any other guy feel uncomfortable. For some reason, though, I never really thought about it, figuring he was like a brother to Amber, not an ex-lover.

“So, wait,” I said, putting up my hands. “I want to just get this all straight in my head.”

“Okay,” she said carefully.

“When you were in college, living in that apartment, you were having sex with Kristin?”

I looked over at her, and she paused for a moment before nodding. A strange sensation went through me, and I wasn’t sure whether I should be impressed, angry, or turned on. Part of me was feeling all of those feelings, all at once, and that was already driving me crazy.

“Okay, so you were sleeping with Kristin when you lived there,” I repeated. “And you were sleeping with Jessica when she moved in?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “Matt, I—”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m not chastising you. I am just trying to get all of this straight in my mind, Amber. You have to understand that this is quite a lot for me to take in.”

“I know.” She sighed. “I know it is, Matt. I’m sorry.”

“Please, stop apologizing,” I replied. “It was done before you met me. It’s just is a lot to realize all at once.”

“Right,” she said.

“So, during this time, you were sleeping with Kristin and Jessica. Were you sleeping with Jason?”

“Yes,” she said. “We all slept together at once most of the time. Of course, we had our alone time, too, but it was for fun. None of us were in relationships at the time, and we were young and interested. I don’t know how to explain it to you, other than to just tell you that it happened, and I should have told you about it from the beginning. When you meet someone that you know you want for the rest of your life, you get scared that things about you will scare them away.”

I had known from the beginning that Amber wasn’t a virgin. I married her knowing she had been with other people, just like me. In that day and age, it was really rare that you met someone saving themselves for marriage. On top of that, our sexual chemistry was one of the things that helped us grow stronger and stronger during the beginning of our relationship. So, yeah, I knew she wasn’t innocent, but I never imagined that she had been in a foursome. My mind was racing a million miles a minute, and I leaned back into the couch, rubbing my hands over my face. Wow, my wife had spent a good amount of years sleeping with three other people at one time, something that normally would immediately turn any man on, but my thoughts on it were all scrambled up in my head. Kristin reached over and put her arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to her.

“Hey, big guy,” she said softly. “Your wife doesn’t love you any less. She’s just a bigger freak than you knew about. That’s a good thing.”

Kristin laughed quietly, and I smiled, glad that she had loosened up the conversation a bit. Things were starting to get heavier than I knew how to handle. I pulled my hands away from Amber and reached out, taking the glass of Scotch from Jason. I nodded to him, feeling kind of strange that he had actually had his dick in my wife before I had ever met her. The thought that she would sleep with someone like Jason kind of blew my mind, although I could see the appeal of being young and adventurous with a man that obviously knew his way around a woman, but still, I had been friends with Jason and never knew about their past. I took in a deep breath and tipped back my glass, letting the liquor burn my throat and move down into my chest. The heat from it instantly warmed me up, and I let out that breath, feeling the stress from my shoulders begin to move away. Amber was still looking down, snuggling close to Kristin for support. I felt bad having her think that it changed my opinion about who she was, because it didn’t in any way.

“I know all of this is overwhelming,” Jason said, leaning forward. “I know that just the idea of sleeping with other people might seem a little bit strange. I have to admit, if I step back into my old shoes, of thinking one woman is what love means, I could see how the idea of an open relationship was more than wrong feeling. But when I let that go and realized that love is way more than some feeling of possession, it opened us both up to an entirely new part of our relationship. I love my wife more than almost anything else in life. I have loved Kristin for a very long time, even longer than I really knew that I did. And she knows that I love her, not just because I tell her on a regular basis, but because I show her that she can trust me in every way possible, even when it comes to something like sex.”

Jason smiled over at Kristin, and for the first time since we had met up with them, I saw a true look of love between the two of them. They were always the loud couple, the ones that were the life of the party, making everyone feel at home. However, during that, they never really showed that level of intimacy that they were talking about.

“Having sex with other people doesn’t diminish that love,” he continued. “It just allows us to express it in ways that a lot of couples don’t. They either don’t because they are afraid to, or they don’t think they could handle something that deep. In some ways, not all couples can handle something like that, but you and Amber have already shown that the two of you are capable of handling something like that. We both enjoy sex with each other and with other people, but at the end of the day, we are always coming home to each other, and our bond grows stronger and stronger every time we step back through those doors. When we share ourselves with other people that we care about, that trust level goes up, and we get to watch each other enjoy the pleasures of life that we may not be able to provide in that moment. It’s really an awesome feeling, but only once you let go and decide that you are able to handle it.”

I shook my head, listening to what he had to say. It was definitely interesting, coming from the male perspective, especially when it wasn’t just about cheating the system and getting a different pussy than his wife’s. He really did love her in a way that I couldn’t really even begin to understand. They had this sensual and emotional bond that went beyond just the actions of the flesh and meant something to the two of them. I really had no choice but to take what he said into consideration and really think about the meaning behind them.

What Jason and Kristin had sounded absolutely ideal. They were madly in love, living their lives together on a daily basis, while at the same time, enjoying the freedom and trust to carry out their deepest desires and fantasies with whoever they wanted to. It was such a foreign concept in my mind, but it was incredibly tempting to think about. Amber looked over at me and smiled sweetly, showing in her eyes that she was desperate for me to be okay with her past. Her past wasn’t even what was really on my mind. It was the lifestyle that Kristin and Jason wanted us to be part of.

It was seriously like having your cake and eating it, too. But as far as I always knew, that was supposed to be impossible. However, watching the way that Jason looked at Kristin, I suddenly realized it was completely different than the way that he looked at my wife. There was an incredible amount of emotion behind Jason’s look to his wife, while lust was all that I could see when he looked at Amber. Immediately, I began to feel better about the fact that he had slept with her a long time ago. I knew that he wasn’t a threat to our relationship.

Kristin patted me on the knee and lifted herself up off the couch, walking over in front of Jason and putting her hands out. He smiled and took them in his, standing up in front of her and pulling her in close. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips, pulling back and running his lips over her nose and her cheeks. She smiled up at him adoringly and turned toward Amber and me, pulling his arm over her shoulder. She smiled at us and wrinkled her nose.

“We are going to go poke around in the kitchen and try to find something to make for lunch,” Kristin said, smiling at Amber and winking at me. “We’ll call for you guys when it is ready, and we can all sit down and have some food.”

“Thanks,” I said, nodding my head.

Jason reached down and shook my hand, and I nodded at him, letting him know that everything was okay between the two of us. I really felt like everything was fine in all aspects of the situation, but I knew that Amber was struggling with it. I watched as Kristin and Jason smiled at each other and walked away, leaving Amber and me to talk in private. I sat forward and clutched my hands together, looking at the floor. One thing I knew about my wife was that she needed to come to terms with her own conscience before anything I said would hold any weight with her. I could have sat there all day, telling her that I wasn’t mad, but until she reconciled what happened, she wouldn’t be able to let it go. Personally, my mind was on the fact that there was actually a way to be even closer to Amber than I already was, and get to have some really fantastic sex.

Chapter 13

Amber

The silence in the room was almost deafening, and I knew Matt was giving me a chance to work everything out in my mind before he put his thoughts into the mix. I was a lucky girl because my husband knew me so well that he even knew when talking wasn’t going to solve anything, and when it would solve everything. In that situation, I needed to be okay with the choice I had made not to tell him about the sex with my roommates. Until then, I would never be able to hear anything he had to say, good or bad. I took in a deep breath, feeling the butterflies in my stomach move into my lungs. I needed to say something, to break the ice in a way that would create a line of communication, not just open it up to an argument. The last thing I wanted to do was argue with him.

“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier,” I said. “I just thought that period of my life was behind me.”

Matt smiled and looked up at me, sitting back and turning to face me. I could see in his eyes that he was open to talking to me, and immediately, I started to feel better. Matt was not just my husband, he was my best friend, my confidant, and the person I went to with anything.

“I love you so much,” I said. “I have been afraid that you wouldn’t understand what me and my roommates had together. I can see how, if I were on the outside of things, I would have a really hard time understanding what it was all about.”

My heart was beating so fast, waiting for Matt to say something, anything that would make me know that he was still right there with me like he always had been. This was exactly the reason why I hadn’t told him about the four of us. I was too afraid that all the things that he loved about me would just dissolve. I was afraid that he wouldn’t like the crew anymore, too, leaving me with a husband that didn’t respect me and a bunch of people I loved cast out of my life.

“Well, that wasn’t what happened at my frat house,” he said, nodding slowly. “I won’t lie. There were some crazy stories about sex, but we tended to keep our wieners to ourselves. It was kind of in our code not to spend sensual evenings with each other in the frat house.”

“That would have been the most interesting fraternity on campus if you had,” I said, laughing hard.

The giggles flooded me, a welcome change from the anxiety that was clamping down on my chest from before. He always knew exactly what to say to break me from myself, making me feel like I was being too hard on my own heart, even when he wasn’t at all. He cracked a smile and started to laugh, laying his head against the back of the couch. He reached up and brushed the hair from my face, running his finger across my cheek. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm hand on my skin, feeling relieved that I wasn’t going to have to fight to get his affection back. I felt closer to him than I ever had before, and I realized that Kristin, though wild and brash, might just understand love even better than any of us. That was a hard pill to swallow since I always kind of saw Kristin as a wild card, getting her kicks wherever she wanted, and never really caring about love. The truth of it was, she probably cared more about love than me or Jessica. She just had a really strange way of showing it. It was obviously a way that her and Jason understood, and they were the only ones that mattered in the equation.

I smiled and climbed over onto Matt’s lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking deeply into his eyes. He smiled as I leaned forward, pressing my lips deeply against his and tasting the love and lust on his lips. Butterflies fluttered through my stomach, reminding me just how much I loved that man. He loved me, too, and I knew that, just like Jason had said. I didn’t need to hear him say it every day. I knew when he came home to me every evening, kissed me gently, and went through every moment in our lives, exciting, boring, and everything in between. I pulled back away from him and smiled, leaning in and pursing my lips by his ear.

“I have never wanted anyone else but you,” I whispered. “No matter what man I’ve slept with, no matter how many times I slept with other people, ever since the moment I laid eyes on you, you were the man I really wanted, in every way I could possibly want a man. You have given me the peace of mind, the love, the lust, and the emotions that have driven me through everything in my life. You are my best friend, my lover, and the man that I want to be with for the rest of my life.”

Matt leaned back and kissed me on the tip of my nose, smiling big. He looked at me as if he were contemplating what he wanted to say next. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me in closer to him.

“I feel the same way that you do,” he said. “I do have to admit, though, it certainly was a turn on when Kristin joined in earlier. I never thought I would feel comfortable with another person near us during sex, but watching what she did to you, how she pushed us together, and not apart, was extremely arousing in so many different ways.”

“It was unexpected,” I said, blushing. “But I won’t lie. It was extremely hot. I never thought I would feel comfortable with any woman touching you, or me when I was with you, but I knew that her touch wasn’t a threat, and it only made me want you more and more. It put a twist on our already amazing sex life. You felt so deep and so strong inside of me, and I was focusing on how much you filled me up, while automatically being taken to my climax. Like I said, it was extremely freaking hot.”

Matt looked at me with a smirk, nodding his head up and down. I was relieved to know that he found Kristin’s appearance in the bathroom just as hot as I had. He rolled his shoulders and bit his lip, looking as if he were replaying the memory over in his head. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and smirked.

“I came harder than I had in ages,” he admitted. “But it wasn’t because she was there. It was more than that. God, I don’t even know what I’m saying or what it has to do with anything. I just know that something was different, and it was so strong, and I instantly wanted more of you. I could have stayed in that bathroom for the rest of the day, just fucking you over and over again. What does that mean?”

“It means you are a red-blooded man who likes to have sex with beautiful women,” I said, smiling. “It means that you are able to understand that just because you love me, and just because I am the only woman in the world for you, it doesn’t mean that you have lost that desire. Just knowing that during all of that, you enjoyed being inside of me and watching me being pleasured, makes me feel so much closer to you. It makes me want you even more than I already do, which may not be a good thing for you.”

Matt threw his head back and laughed, picking it up and looking deeply in my eyes. He pulled his hands around my face and leaned in, pressing his lips deeply against mine. I could taste the Scotch on his lips and the desire on his breath, and that alone was extremely intoxicating. It got my mind wandering all over the place, thinking back to my days in college, thinking about the bathroom just an hour before, and thinking about how this vacation, with the help of Kristin, had brought me and Matt even closer than we already were. I felt like we had grown leaps and bounds in our partnership in just the time it took for an afternoon to pass by.

Suddenly, thoughts of Jason and Kristin passed through my mind, and the way that they lived their lives. I wondered if Matt and I could have a relationship like they did. I wondered if being in an open relationship was something that we were actually built for, and if it just took us being around people we were comfortable with to see that. I also wondered if it was something that Matt was thinking about and just didn’t want to bring to the surface just yet. Being honest was hard sometimes when fear was breathing down your neck, especially when it involved the person you loved most in the world.

I wasn’t really sure if I was ready for something that deep outside of that vacation. At least in the confines of the cabin with my closest friends, I felt like I could really enjoy myself like I had done in college with the three of them. Only this time, I would be enjoying my body with Matt by my side, watching him find extreme pleasure, watching the lust between us explode onto everyone else in the room. I would feel safe inside the cabin, but I wasn’t sure that I would feel comfortable back in the real world. Sharing Matt with a perfect stranger sounded absolutely terrifying, and even though I knew it was just my mind falling back on what I thought a relationship should be like, I knew that it would take me a lot of time to get to the point where I was safe and secure enough to open up like that.

Giving into the temptation that Kristin was dangling in front of me would be like going back to the old days, except with the addition of a couple of really hot guys. Sometimes, it was really frustrating having Jason be the only dick in the group, and having a couple extra ones might make everything that much better. I realized, as the heat flooded between my legs, that I was getting really turned on again. I shifted in Matt’s lap several times, squirming around, trying to get comfortable and push away that gut feeling that I wanted to get laid on the couch at that very moment.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Honestly, I am feeling really horny again,” I said, leaning in and kissing his neck. “All I can think about is fucking you on the bathroom sink again. I swear, my libido is on overdrive for this trip, but I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

“Well, I absolutely don’t mind,” he responded with a chuckle. “You know how I feel about having sex with you. It’s like my favorite thing to do.”

“Just another thing we have in common,” I said, giggling.

“Let me ask you a question,” he said, looking me in the eyes. “Does the thought of swinging turn you on?”

“I have to admit, yes it does,” I said, blushing. “Not with just anyone right now, but the thought of all of us going at it here in this cabin has got my panties more than wet.”

“I like when your panties are wet,” he said, biting my bottom lip. “And I like that you are into all of this. It’s exciting and different.”

Chapter 14

Jason

I walked up behind Kristin as she tossed the salad she was making in the wooden bowl, and I pressed my lips firmly against the back of her neck. I took in a deep breath, taking in her scent, and grabbed onto her waist, squeezing it tightly in my hands. She laughed, leaning her head back and kissing my lips before swatting me away with the towel on her shoulder.

“You are supposed to be browning sausage for the pasta sauce,” she said, reminding me of my current kitchen duties. “You are not supposed to be hitting on the chef, though I don’t mind it whatsoever, and if we were in our own kitchen, I would expect more than just a kiss on the neck.”

“You can cook with ease, knowing I am ravaging you with my mind as we speak, Chef Kristin,” I said, smiling.

I turned back to the stove and stirred the sausage inside of the pan, loving the smell that the kitchen was catching. For the first time since we got there, the place was starting to actually feel like a cabin and not just a sexual getaway for some mystery owner. I loved cooking with my beautiful wife. It was one of things that I checked off the list as one of awesome things about being married. I realized then just what her plan was all along, and I had to admit, I was all about it. She was brilliant with those kinds of things, constantly surprising me at every turn. Watching Kristin with Matt and Amber had given me a raging erection that I hadn’t felt in many years. From that, I fucked the hell out of my wife, slamming her against the wall and thrusting into her, quick and dirty. It was so erotic, and even the snow blowing down on us couldn’t keep me from fucking her until I blew my load, coming hard and long.

After we had come back inside and walked into the back, Kristin had told me that Jessica and Austin had walked out and seen us fucking. I knew then that was the reason that she came when she did, knowing that being watched could push my wife over the edge every single time. I was a pretty big fan of it myself, having gotten a stiff cock all over again just thinking about them watching me do my wife. The fact that I hadn’t noticed was just proof that she drove me absolutely crazy at every turn.

Kristin’s plan was simple, get the other couples to reveal their big secret and then entice them into swinging right along with us. I wasn’t actually sure that her plan would work, but I was more than willing to do my part. My job this time around was pretty simple, and I was more than happy to oblige. I would feed them, keep the cabin nice and warm, keep their glasses full of liquor, and sit back, watching and waiting to see where things would go from there. If nothing else, I would get to witness some really sexy attempts by my wife and then take advantage of that by fucking her brains out in the bathroom or even right there, bent over the sink.

I stirred the sausage in the pan, smiling at the thoughts moving through my head. I really liked being able to sit back and let her do the work, watching her little wheels turning as she waited for the other couples to do exactly what she wanted them to do. I felt like the planning and execution were almost more titillating for her than the end results.

I looked over across the hall as the bathroom door opened up. Jessica and Austin walked out, holding hands and moving toward the living room. Austin looked ten times more relaxed than he did earlier, and he didn’t even have his phone in his hand, which was a vast improvement from when we arrived. Jessica shuffled along behind him, looking like the cat who ate the cream, causing me to chuckle to myself as I continued to cook. I shook my head and smiled, knowing that it was just one more step toward Kristin’s goal.

I knew exactly what had happened between Austin and Jessica. He had seen us fucking, it had turned him on, even though he didn’t want to admit it, and Jessica had done what she was best at, taking control and leading him right down the path she wanted him. I was sure she hadn’t yet told him of her past with us, but that was bound to happen in due time, especially since Jessica really wanted to be part of our weekend fun. She was just trying to figure out how to talk her husband into it.

Before the two could get too far, Jessica and Austin split apart. Austin continued into the living room so that he could add wood to the fire and keep the place nice and toasty. Jessica smiled, watching him walk away before turning and meandering into the kitchen. She looked like she was in her own little world until she spotted Kristin and me cooking lunch. She smiled at me and walked over to the breakfast bar, leaning forward and taking in the smells of lunch cooking.

“Okay, how can I help?”

“Well, you could go ahead and start boiling the pasta noodles,” I responded with a smirk. “But I’d ask that you wipe your chin first. I like Austin and all, but I prefer my spaghetti sauce tomato based and not cream.”

She wiped her chin, but there was nothing there, and she turned toward me with an embarrassed smile on her face. I started laughing and watched her as she moved through the kitchen, grabbing the pasta and the pot that she needed. Without even thinking about it, I let my eyes wander up and down her body, admiring the curves that she had been blessed with. Her red hair was even more of a turn-on, and I remembered back to when I found out whether the curtains matched the drapes. Spoiler alert, they most definitely did.

Jessica had always had this bombshell body, and that hadn’t changed over the years. The thought of getting to touch it again was driving me crazy, and I was really hoping that we were getting closer to Kristin’s master plan reaching the final chapter. I had fucked Jessica numerous times in college, including the time she had stayed behind when the other girls went off to visit family. I thought about those couple of days pretty often actually, and I was hoping that I could do a repeat of some of the moves we had invented.

Austin seemed so uptight, though, with his aversion to PDA, his constant need to be up to date on work, and his inability to sit still when there was nothing we could do about being stuck in the cabin. I was trying not to judge the poor bastard, knowing he probably came from a family that was not at all about discussing sex or anything that went with it. I glanced over at Kristin, my little miracle worker, and smiled as she winked at me. She seemed to know exactly what was going on in my mind, and she hurried out immediately to work her magic.

I looked out the door and watched as Kristin squatted down next to Austin as he started feeding the fire. Immediately, she started talking to him, handing him wood as they went. I couldn’t hear a word that they were saying, but Austin seemed to be going right along with whatever it was that my wife was saying to him. I figured it must not be anything too crazy since Austin’s reaction was cool, calm, and collected the entire time. Had she told him any kind of great revelation or offered herself as a sacrifice to him, I was pretty sure that anxiety he carried around on his shoulders would quickly surface. After she handed him several more logs for the fire, the two of them straightened up, and Austin offered his hand to help her from the floor. She immediately took the gesture and grabbed onto him, faking a wobble and rubbing her breasts against his chest. I looked down at the floor and tried to control my chuckle, knowing that she had taken full advantage of getting skin to skin with him. Seeing that they were heading toward the kitchen, I ducked back inside and pretended to be doing something useful.

Austin nodded his head at me as he entered the kitchen, doing his best to look everywhere but in my eyes. I didn’t blame him. He just finished watching me fuck someone on the porch during a blizzard. That was pretty intense in itself. He pulled down the plates and silverware, while Kristin started gathering the condiments from the fridge and juggled them carefully in her arms. I walked over and stirred the spaghetti sauce as Matt and Amber walked into the kitchen.

“We can serve lunch on one of the low tables in the big room,” Amber said, smiling at Kristin.

One by one, everyone grabbed something, leaving me with the bottles of wine I had pulled out of the bar. Leave it to me to be the one always carrying or serving the alcohol to everyone. I didn’t much mind it, though, since everyone liked the guy with the alcohol. It didn’t take long before everyone had taken their seats, put their napkins in their lap, and started to devour the lunch we had made. I winked at Kristin and sipped my wine, knowing it made her feel good that everyone liked her cooking. I could feel the immense amount of tension that had resurfaced since we got there, so I decided to pull a Matt and break up the anxiety in the room with one of my amazingly horrible dating stories. I pulled out all the stops by telling the story about me and my first.

“My ex-girlfriend actually taught me how to make pasta from scratch,” I said, starting the story. “It is way too much of a pain in the ass for me, so I never do it, but I suppose it is a good talent to have. Her name was Eliza, and she was an incredibly sweet girl. She was the kind of girl that you could only take in small amounts of time because she was so sweet, you sometimes wanted to run away. She actually ended up being my first.”

“Ah, the woman that made the legend,” Matt said, laughing.

“Something like that.” I chuckled. “There was this one night, both of our parents were home for the evening, and we wanted to screw. We drove out to lover’s lane and started fucking in the backseat of the car. Now, just so you are picturing the correct thing, this was not, ‘adult, hot, and sweaty’ sex. This was ‘tangled-up teenage limbs’ kind of sex. Well, during the middle of it, there was a tap on the windshield. So, being the gentleman that I am, I covered up my girlfriend, pulled my shirt over my cock, and rolled down the window. It just so happened that the tapper on the window was a cop, and a female cop at that. Needless to say, my girlfriend at the time was absolutely mortified and ended up breaking up with me later that night. I didn’t blame her since we were so young, and she was so damn innocent.”

“Okay, not the girl that made you a legend.” Matt chuckled. “More like the girl that was ruined forever by Jason.”

“Do you know what was even crazier than the fact that she broke up with me that night?”

“She later turned into a sex fiend,” Amber guessed.

“Well, maybe, but what was even better was the fact that before the cop left, she slipped me her number,” I said, nodding my head.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you do it,” Matt said, giving me a high five.

At least, my embarrassment lent to curing that tension because I was ready for some fun.

Chapter 15

Jessica

Everyone was sitting back, enjoying lunch, and laughing hysterically at Jason’s story about his first and the cop that found them fucking in his car. He always did have this way about him, the kind of charm that could entice just about anyone. He showed the perfect example of that as he continued further with his tale. Apparently, he ended up fucking this cop, and she was the woman that turned Jason into the legend that he had become. It almost made me feel like I should search out this cop and send her a thank you card for the hours of incredible pleasure that Jason had given me in college. In fact, there were probably a lot of women that would want to send her a thank you card for that exact reason. I laughed, holding my napkin over my mouth and shaking my head as Matt and Jason bantered back and forth.

My eyes drifted from them and over to Austin, who was listening and eating his spaghetti. I studied his face and the reactions he was having to Jason’s story and the antics that were going on between Matt and him. The girls were just sitting there cracking up, looking at their respective partners with adoration and love as they talked about their firsts and the women that made them who they were. Austin seemed to have calmed down quite a bit since the last time we were all in the same room together. He was no longer searching for his phone, rolling his eyes, or scooting off into the background when the topic of sex came up. Just for the record, the topic of sex came up every five minutes with us, so hiding from it was never going to work. Hopefully, their candor and nonchalant behavior on the topic of fucking would eventually rub off on Austin so he could at least enjoy the conversation between everyone.

I was nervous watching him, though, especially since he now knew that I had seen Kristin having sex before. What he didn’t know what that I was one of the people in college that was having sex with Kristin. And Amber. And Jason, for that matter. Could I actually get up the nerve and the balls to take Austin aside and tell him the truth about my past? Before, me telling him was completely out of the question, but now, with Austin dedicated to me and the events of the cottage getting hotter and hotter by the minute, I really wanted to tell him the truth about everything.

After lunch, we all got together and formed a line in the kitchen, starting with the washer and rolling down the line until every dish was clean and put back in the cabinet. We could have used the dishwasher, but I wasn’t sure when we were leaving, and I felt better knowing everything was already done and ready for our departure. Dishes were the last thing that I wanted to have on my mind for the rest of the day. When we returned to the large room, we all walked around the space, trying to decide where we were going to land. There wasn’t a lot going on at that moment, and we all decided that it was best if we snuggled up together and took a rest. I was more than ready to lean back and just be there.

I sat down on one of the chairs and watched Austin mill around the room and peer out of the window. From the corner of my eye, I could see Matt stretching his arm up in the air and wrapping it around Amber’s shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek, smiling as he pulled away. They looked so sweet and comfortable together, and I couldn’t help but be a little jealous as Kristin yawned and snuggled even farther down into Jason’s arms. Even Kristin was getting sentimental with her husband, and there I sat, just wishing he would stop pacing the room so much. I grabbed the throw off the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders, looking deep in to the flames of the fire raging in front of me, thinking about what was next. Austin looked over at me, catching me zoning out on the embers below the logs. He put his hands in his pockets and walked over, taking a seat next to me. All I wanted at that moment was to figure out a way to get rid of the tenseness in his gut. He walked around all the time like he was waiting for something bad to happen. I knew that he was just thinking about work, but to everyone else, he was the hopeless guy.

The blow job I had given Austin in the bathroom after watching Kristin and Jason fucking outside had managed to help him loosen up again, but from the look of it, all his anxiety was creeping back in, which was the complete opposite of what I was going for. Matt groaned as he pulled himself up off the couch, kissing Amber on the head and heading over to the window. He pulled the blinds down and looked outside, watching the solid white wall of snow cover any hope of getting out of there that day.

“The storm seems to be getting worse,” Matt said. “Things are starting to become very dark, which means colder weather.”

He was right. It almost looked like it was already night time outside. I pulled myself off the couch and smiled at Amber and Kristin as I walked over to the table where the Scotch was. I helped myself to another shot of the Scotch, noticing that things were starting to feel a little hazy. Maybe that was what Austin needed, enough alcohol to help control the anxiety bubbling over in him. I knew, though, that even stranded in this cabin, I wasn’t going to get Austin to agree to getting shit-faced, no matter how much I thought it might help him.

I threw back the first shot of alcohol and then poured myself another one, looking around the room at all the hammocks strung up. They actually looked incredibly comfortable, at least, more comfortable than being jammed up on the couch with four other people. I finished my second drink and then walked over to Austin, pulling him along with me to one of the large hammocks situated right next to the fire. I watched as he quietly climbed inside and put his arms over his head, and I climbed in after him, almost flipping the thing upside down.

“I just want to relax with you,” I said, putting my head on his chest.

I could feel his breathing and hear his heart beat heavily in his chest. I really wanted him to chill out and let go of the crazy amount of anxiety that was surging through him. He worked so hard all year long, and he deserved to be comfortable and rested. The warmth of his body was definitely an added bonus, and I snuggled in tightly on top of him. We sat there for a few minutes, waiting for the hammock to stop swaying back and forth. As soon as it did, though, Austin’s body stiffened below me. It was obvious that he was feeling self-conscious about being cramped up in a hammock in front of everyone. I knew that it wasn’t the most ideal situation we could have been in, but I also knew that it was perfect for Austin since it took him out of his comfort zone and showed him the world that was around him. In my opinion, it was the best choice to get some rest out of all the other places in the open living area of the cottage.

“You know, there aren’t any other rooms for us to rest in,” I said, trying to make him understand. “We are all probably going to have to sleep in this big room together by the end of the day. At least by being up here in the hammock, we are up off the floor and all snuggled in together. I know that you aren’t feeling the lack of privacy, but the last thing I want to do is pass out on the floor or one of the couches with you. I want to feel that you are close to me.”

He sighed heavily as I snuggled in closer, putting my hand inside of his shirt and rubbing it across his hard stomach. I had a mission that I couldn’t seem to get out of my head, no matter how much it ended up affecting my own vacation. I was on a mission to help Austin relax, knowing full well that unless I pushed him, he wouldn’t do anything like that for himself. I also knew that as soon as he calmed down, he immediately started to feel more comfortable around everyone, even smiling or cracking a joke every once in a while.

“We might as well get used to sleeping here with everyone else now,” I said, finishing my thought. “Besides, you are really comfortable, and I am not willing to trade you in for the newer or fluffier model like the daybed that is laying there empty for some reason.”