The One I Love

by Mia Ford

  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 i
n 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.”

  “I know,” he said, reaching up and putting his hand on my head.

  I could feel his muscles relaxing one by one until we were laying there intertwined above the floor. Slowly, he moved his hand up and down my head, stroking my hair like always did at home when I would lie down on his chest. I could feel the anxiety starting to build up once again, and my thoughts immediately darted back to Jason, Kristin, and Amber and all the hot nights we had spent in the apartment during college. I knew that if I was going to tell Austin about what happened, it needed to be then, where we were high enough for privacy, but not too far away from everyone else. I was hoping that Austin had the same kind of patience he did the last time I had big news for him, but I was thinking that this might be a little bit different.

  “Austin,” I said, picking up my head.

  “Yes,” he replied.

  “So, I want to tell you something, and I want you to understand that I love you so much, and I never want that to change,” I whispered. “This all happened a long time ago, before you and I had ever even met, so it wouldn’t have affected you when we were dating, and I was afraid that if you found out, you would look at me differently.”