The Cabin Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  The Cabin Wife

  A Hotwife Fantasy

  by

  Jason Lenov

  Copyright 2017 Jason Lenov

  Thirteenth Line Publications

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely coincidental.

  All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Also by Jason Lenov

  Chapter 1

  The lake had a very particular smell in late summer. There was something about the trees nearly turning that made the forest smell that much more like wood and earth that it normally did.

  Stepping out of the car to the pleasant sound of twigs crunching beneath my feet, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

  This was the feeling I'd been waiting for.

  All summer sitting in traffic on the highway with my windows down because I didn't want to spend money to fix the A/C I would think of what this was going to feel like once I got here.

  And it was good. Everything I'd imagined and more. I felt my spirit opening up just from not being in the city anymore.

  “Hey can you come up here? I think the lock's rusted or something!”

  I opened my eyes to look up the porch steps of the rickety cabin we'd bought a few years back. It was a bit of an eyesore but it was the perfect escape when we could manage the time to drive all the way out.

  Carina had already carried a basket up from the trunk and set it on the top steps. She had the key in the lock and was wiggling it back and forth so hard it looked like it was going to snap.

  “Wait, wait!” I shouted, bounding up the steps two at a time. ”Just hold on.” I moved her out of the way even though I could feel the storm cloud that had started brewing in her head.

  Carina didn't really like being bossed.

  “Oh my God, you don't have to be so pushy about it!” she snapped.

  “You said you needed help,” I muttered, gently coaxing the key out of the lock.

  “Well fine but, like, you could just tell me what to try and not shove me out of the way like that!”

  I took a deep breath. I know, I know. She sounded like a bitch. She wasn't. Really. Well, she could be. But most of the time she was perfect. I swear.

  “Sorry. You're right. I should have asked nicer,” I said as I slipped the tip of the key from the lock.

  Carina let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay. Thank-you for admitting that.”

  “You're welcome.” I held the key chain up, dropped the key she'd jammed into the lock and picked out the right one. It slid into the lock effortlessly and turned just as smoothly, the deadbolt opening with a satisfying click.

  I didn’t dare look at Carina, just pushed the door open and waved her inside.

  There were two ways this would go.

  “Oh! What?!? I thought… I could have sworn that was they key. Wasn’t that the key? Did we get the locks changed? Wasn’t that the key we used last year?”

  “Hmm,” I said, eyeing the key chain, “I’m not sure. Maybe. I can’t really remember. Anyways it doesn’t matter. Why don’t I get some more stuff from the c… “

  “Wait.”

  I froze just as I was turning to walk back down the steps. This was it.

  Zero-hour.

  “Kevin?”

  I swallowed, trying not to gulp too loudly. “Yes?” I knew what she wanted. I turned slowly around, smiling and looked her in the eye.

  Her eyes softened as she sighed. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” I said, reaching out.

  “No. I’m sorry. I was a bitch just then. I think… I think I’m stressed out.” Carina bit her lip.

  “Stressed out? About what?” I stepped closer and put my arms around her, leaning her head against my chest.

  Another sigh. “I think I’m just stressed out about this week.”

  “Carina? What are you talking about? There’s no pressure this week. We’re just here to have a good time.”

  Carina shook her head.

  Of course I knew what she was talking about. I kind of felt it too.

  “I feel like this is the week, you know? I feel like if we don’t get it done this week then we’ll just end up going back, going back to the city and going back to work and back to life and we’ll get too busy and too tired again and just be going to the doctor over and over and we’ll never have a b… “

  “Hey,” I whispered, tilting her head up with a finger on her chin. “Shush.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. “That’s not what we’re here for. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. It’s like the doctor said, it’s only been six months. If we need to we’ll take more time off or… I don’t know. Just don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”

  Carina smiled and pressed her cheek against my chest again. “I love you, Kevin,” she whispered.

  I took a deep breath. Seemed like things were going to be alright. “I love you too, baby. I love you too.”

  We stayed like that for a while longer. When Carina finally pulled away I walked back down to the car and started unpacking the rest of the trunk.

  The cabin wasn’t winterized so we had to bring pretty much everything we needed but that was alright. There was a gas station a few miles down the road and a town about a twenty minute drive away. We really were in the middle of nowhere.

  I hauled the rest of the boxes and backpacks up into the tiny front hall then closed the trunk. Before heading back inside I looked out over the tiny beach about fifty feet or so away.

  This really was a little slice of heaven and we’d bought it for a steal before the recreational property boom had hit. We’d been a little cash strapped but a few of my friends had loaned us money for the down-payment interest free with the understanding that they could use the cabin every once in a while.

  As the stress of the city seemed to literally drain out of me and wash down into the lake, I took another deep breath before walking up the porch steps and going inside.

  Carina was in the kitchen unpacking boxes of cutlery and plastic plates and putting them away in cupboards and drawers.

  I stood by the door watching her move through the tiny kitchen.

  Despite her occasional insecurities, she moved with purpose and confidence. She wasn’t fat but she had a solid frame with curves in all the right places. Her ass filled out the tight shorts she was wearing perfectly and her breasts were pressed together in the tank top she’d worn that day, an unusually revealing choice for her. They formed a very pleasant cleft of flesh down the center of her chest that had made it difficult to keep my eyes on the road.

  Even though we’d been married for five years already, I still very much appreciated Carina’s looks, sharp wit and even enjoyed h
er temper which could be a little short at times.

  I was just about to lean down and help her with some boxes when a thought came to mind.

  We were so used to our routine at home that Carina had just jumped right in and started getting things done.

  This week wasn’t supposed to be about that. This week was supposed to be about us.

  I sauntered across the modest living room, around the worn down couch and chair and walked into the kitchen where she was clattering knives into a drawer.

  This part of my plan called for extra care. Carina was suggestible when it came to having sex but you definitely had to catch her at the right moment or it was a no-go. I waited for her to finish with the knives.

  She turned to grab a handful of forks and saw me standing there watching her. She raised an eye. “What?” she asked.

  “What?” I echoed.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What are you doing?” I countered.

  She huffed. “Kevin… “

  “Okay, okay!” I said, stepping forward, palms up to show her I wasn’t armed with anything but good intentions. “I just wanted to say.”

  “Say what?” The sharp snap had returned to her voice.

  “I just wanted to make sure you remember that we’re here on vacation, right?”

  “Yeah. So?”

  “So, and I’m just saying, maybe let’s take it a little easy? None of this stuff has to be done right away, right?”

  Carina furrowed her brow and glanced around at the half-unpacked boxes with skeptical eye. “Well I just wanted to get stuff put away so that we’re not… so that we’re not… I don’t know.” She paused, looked around some more then looked back at me. “Okay. Okay. I’m being a tight-ass, you’re right.”

  “I’m not saying you’re being a tight-ass,” I said, chuckling. “I’m just saying it’s our first day, let’s relax!”

  She nodded. At me, then at the boxes, then at me again. “What did you have in mind?”

  I laughed again because Carina loved nothing more than a plan and I didn’t have one. “Beer?” I asked.

  Her lips puckered and her eyes narrowed in mock disdain. It was not like Carina to have a beer before a job was done. Then she smiled. “I think I know where you’re going with this.”

  I put on my most innocent expression. “What? What? Me? Nowhere! Just beer!”

  Her smile widened. She knew alright. “Okay, mister. But no funny business until we get all this stuff unpacked, alright?”

  Ha!

  “Scouts honor,” I lied. I raced over to the cooler, which was still by the door, scooped out two cold beers and jogged back. I put one on the counter, cracked the tab on the other one and handed it to her before opening mine. I lifted the can. “To a week of just us.”

  Carina tilted her head, touched by the toast. She lifted her can and touched it to mine. “To a week of just us,” she replied.

  I took a swig of the cool, bitter ale, the carbonation sizzling pleasantly in my mouth.

  Carina took a deep breath and looked around. “Okay. I promise I’m going to try to relax this week,” she said quietly but it sounded like that was going to be a tall order.

  I took another swig, put the can down again and walked up to her. I put my hands on her full hips and let them slide a little lower, towards her thighs.

  “Hey!” she snapped, still smiling. “I said no funny business until we get all this stuff done!”

  “This isn’t funny business,” I said quietly. Leaning in and tilting my head I pressed my lips against her soft neck, brushing the thick locks of sandy blonde hair out of the way with my nose.

  Carina took a breath and then her body relaxed into my soft kiss. I lingered on the spot before working my way down slowly towards her collarbone. “This isn’t funny business,” I repeated, “it’s the most serious business there is.”

  Carina’s body tightened right back up. “Kevin,” she said quietly.

  “What?”

  “Don’t.”

  “Don’t what?” I leaned back to look into her eyes.

  “Don’t call it that.”

  “What, serious business?”

  “That. I don’t like that.”

  “Why not?”

  Worry had furrowed her brow again. “What if… what if we can’t?”

  “Baby,” I whispered, leaning in again and kissing her on the lips. “Don’t worry about it. If we don’t, we don’t. That’s not what this is about. This is about us. I just want to make you happy.”

  It felt like the moment was teetering on a pinhead, like it could topple at any moment. The first warm rush of beer hitting my belly and my brain at the same time gave me courage to reach down and touch my fingers against the button of her shorts.

  “Kevin… “ she complained but there was weakness in her voice.

  “What?” I whispered. “No one’s going to see.” I slipped the button through the loop and her shorts loosened around her waist.

  A soft breath escaped her as her reluctance waned.

  I was almost in.

  “Come here,” I said, taking the can of beer she was holding and putting it on the counter. I put my hands on her ass and walked her slowly backwards along the counter towards the other side of the sink.

  A flock of birds rose up out of a tree somewhere in the distance, cawing and flapping as they flew up into the sky.

  Before she could object I hoisted her up and sat her down on the counter.

  “Kevin!”

  “Shh. Just relax.” I hooked my fingers into her shorts and her underwear and yanked them down.

  Carina gasped.

  I couldn’t resist looking down.

  Her neatly trimmed pubic hair just barely covered the first hint of the top of her slit.

  I spread her thighs apart.

  “Kevin!” she gasped, more softly this time. Nonetheless, she let her legs swing open sending a damp whiff of scent between us that smelled like her salty snatch. “I’m all sweaty,” she said, pushing me away but not for real.

  I sank to my knees feasting my eyes on the sight of her perfectly formed cleft of her pussy. Before she could resist any more, I pressed my lips up against it and pushed out my tongue.

  A thin trickle of her juice spilled out over it and down my cheek which meant she was at least a little bit turned on.

  The sharp smell of her sweaty pussy filled my senses and I breathed it in, savouring her scent. As I pushed in deeper I felt the tension melt from her body as her hips jutted forward on the counter.

  With my arms around her thighs I thrust in even deeper and swept up. More of her liquid spilled out onto my waiting tongue. I slathered it up her slit until the tip of my tongue met her engorged clit. I pressed against it and spun around once, then twice.

  Carina moaned. Her fingers snaked into my hair as she hooked her calves around my back.

  This was fucking heaven for me. I loved eating her out.

  She always came so fast and it made her so hot to have me inside.

  My cock was hard. My mind was already buzzing from the two swigs of beer. I ran a few more circles around her clit with my tongue.

  “Oh God that feels good,” she whispered.

  As I sped up, flicking her clit, then gliding around it, she started moving her hips in time with my mouth.

  Her pussy started drooling more juice that ran down my chin, down my neck and under my shirt until it soaked my chest.

  With each sweep Carina got more excited. Her fists clenched harder, tightening around the clumps of hair she was holding onto.

  It stung but in the best way.

  She started breathing in rhythmic moans, her thighs shaking every three or four breaths she took.

  I could tell she was getting close. I reached up under her and pushed my middle finger into her cunt. Then another. I started fucking her with my hand, her juice oozing out into my palm.

  “Ugh,” Carina grunted. “Fuck.”

  She rarely s
wore but she loved to dirty talk.

  “Fuck, Kevin, you’re going to make me come! I’m going to come all over your hand!”

  My cock throbbed, red and hot in my pants as I felt her pussy clench around my fingers. My jaw was starting to get sore but that was par for the course.

  My fingers made sticky, wet sounds as I shoved them deeper into her, slapping up against her ass.

  Carina’s moans rose in pitch until they were short, sharp shrieks. Finally, her pussy clenched down on my fingers as she squeezed her thighs against my cheeks.

  I thought my jaw was going to fall off.

  “Fuck!” she screamed as an orgasm roared through her making her whole body shake.

  My tongue lapped furiously at her clit, my fingers plunging into her sending her sailing over wave after wave of her climax.

  Her legs were wrapped so tight around my face that I probably could have picked her up attached to me like that.

  I couldn’t think of a better way to start the week.

  As Carina’s body started to relax, I slowed down, licking her a few more times before letting go.

  The thunderous sound of the door slamming open against the wall behind us was followed immediately by the low laughter of men’s voices.

  Carina screamed and shoved me back.

  Losing my balance, I fell back onto my ass, panting for breath and covered in her juice.

  She scrambled off the counter, clutching a hand against her pussy and ran off into the bedroom slamming the door behind her.

  My adrenaline pumping as I got ready to fight whatever intruder had stormed in on us, I turned around and stumbled up.

  Three stunned looking faces stood just inside the door staring at me with wide eyes.

  Derek, James and Sam.

  My heart sank.

  After a moment the three of them exploded into a raucous laugh.

  Chapter 2

  “Dude, I am so sorry,” Derek said after we’d all dealt with the awkwardness of the moment in the most masculine way we could, with a few chuckles and the other two guys stepping out.