Trapped in the Cabin

by Mia Ford

  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.

  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.

  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 b
een 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.”