by Mia Ford
“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.
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 turn
ed 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.
