Trapped in the Cabin

by Mia Ford

  “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.

  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.<
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  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.

  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 sai
d, 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.”