“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 d
ifferent.”
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 h
ad 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.”
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