The Cabin Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  I turned around slowly to face the guys, stunned.

  Their eyes were all wide.

  Derek broke the silence by slapping his palms together. “Well? You heard the woman! Hup-two!”

  Sam and James snapped out of their stupor. Then Sam glanced back up at the porch where Carina had been standing just a moment ago. He raised an eye, cocked his head and mouthed the words “yes please!”

  Something in my stomach crunched.

  As the boys started unpacking the van I grabbed the railing, unable to parse what was going on.

  My world seemed to be spinning out of my control in the most deliciously painful way.

  Chapter 4

  “No, no, the best part was when she screamed, actually threw him off of her and then Kevin fell flat on his ass!”

  I sat staring into the darkness past the fire, my cheeks burning with shame, my cock hard as another wave of uproarious laughter and knee-slapping swept over the boys.

  This had so far been the most surreal evening of my life.

  As the boys had unpacked the van, I’d gone inside to thank Carina for being so cool.

  Well, not just that.

  The truth was that as happy as I was with how she’d acted, it was also incredibly out of character for her and that was vaguely disconcerting.

  See, Carina wasn’t the kind of snap-her-fingers-let’s-get-it-done kind of woman like some girls were. She was soft. She was shy. She preferred life on the sidelines. She liked to watch rather than play. You know?

  So seeing her suddenly take this role, and I was sure that’s all it was, was… not upsetting, exactly, just weird.

  I’d told her how great I thought she was being and she smiled and we made kissy-face and all that. And then you know what? You know what she did? She said, “As long as I don’t hear a word about what they saw.”

  So of course, as soon as I had half the chance and Carina was out of earshot, I made a point of it to tell the boys to shut-the-fuck-up about their little intrusion on us earlier in the day.

  They all very solemnly swore that they wouldn’t say a word.

  But as beers were consumed, then wine, then a joint was fired up by the fire, lips began to loosen until someone, Sam, I think it was, made some joke about grabbing hair.

  And instead of jumping up and running off into the house like she should have done, like the real Carina would have done, Carina thought about it, cracked a smile, then actually laughed.

  That’s right, she laughed.

  She laughed that they’d walked in on me eating out her pussy.

  But it gets weirder. That wasn’t the strangest part. When she laughed I was surprised, sure. But the more they talked about it and the more of a kick she got out of it, the more turned on I got.

  I know, right?!?

  Turned on.

  And that’s how we got to where we were. Me sitting beside Carina by the fire trying to adjust my legs so that no one could see the huge hard-on I was sporting.

  I glanced over at her to make sure this was still the same woman I had taken as my wife. Yup. Same one. Rosy cheeks from wine, not embarrassment, sitting next to me having a laugh at our dirty little secret that was a secret no more.

  “So come on Carina,” Derek said as the laughter died down, “for real now, you make him do that a lot?”

  The boys settled down across from us to an uncomfortable degree of silence.

  I stole a glance at Carina again.

  She was looking at me out of the corner of her eye and if I didn’t know any better, from her expression I’d say she was enjoying this little game as much as they were.

  That’s when she looked down at my cock.

  It was just the smallest glance, to quick for the guys to see for sure. But it was the way her eyes opened just a hair wider and the way her chest rose that made me tear my eyes from her and look the other way.

  The silence thickened with only the crackle of the fire cutting into it through the dark night.

  “Oh,” she said softly, then put her hand on my lap. “Enough.”

  I drew in a breath and held it as her fingers crept perilously close to my cock. I could still not believe this was happening and I was scared that they guys had noticed by now that I was hard.

  “Shit,” Derek whispered, breaking the silence again. “Kev, that is one hot wife you’ve got there.”

  My eyes snapped up to his.

  The other guys seemed to stiffen on the stumps they were sitting on. Derek shrank a little, as if suddenly regretting what he said.

  Then I felt Carina lean close beside me. With her hand still in my lap she pressed her lips against my cheek. “Don’t be mad,” she whispered. “He’s right.”

  All three of the boys started chuckling. Then Sam whooped up into the night sky. Derek cracked a grin as she kissed me on the cheek again and took a swig of his beer.

  “Hey,” Carina said, pressing her lips against my ear “I’m getting kind of tired.”

  Disappointment hollowed out my insides. I had been hoping against hope that she would get drunk and possibly a little stoned and that she’d forget about the fact that the guys were here.

  Carina didn’t really do sexy times when there were people in the room next door or around at all, for that matter.

  Nonetheless, I didn’t want to make a big scene so I forced a smile and turned to kiss her back.

  “Okay,” I said. “That’s cool. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  The guys had started talking about something on the other side of the camp fire.

  Carina smiled at me with sleep, or sultry eyes. I wasn’t sure which. “Not that tired, silly,” she giggled. Then she pushed her hand up my lap and let her fingers graze along my rigid cock.

  A sudden pulse of excitement rushed through me. Carina wanted to… she wanted to fuck!

  Trying to be as casual as possible I feigned a yawn, set my beer down, and stood up. “Hey guys?” I said, doing my best to keep it cool.

  The three of them looked up.

  “I think we’re gonna hit the hay,” I said, flashing a quick smile, hoping none of them would get any ideas to make a big deal out of it.

  There was a pause, a moment of silence and I could tell they were thinking about it. I could tell all three of them were thinking about how to react to what I’d just said.

  Fuckers.

  Sam got it started.

  “Aw wait, already?” he said, pretending a whine but unable to keep himself from grinning. “We thought you guys were going to stay up and hang out with us for a while longer?”

  Derek joined him. “Yeah, man. What about all that stuff you said about waiting until Carina went to bed to really get the party started, huh?”

  Even James, who normally didn’t go in for this sort of thing, chimed in. “Yeah I thought you said you couldn’t wait until she went to bed?”

  Each stupid remark felt like an ice pick being shoved into my gut. Of course they were just being guys, trying to give me a hard time, but what they didn’t understand was that Carina didn’t understand this kind of joking around and didn’t find it funny.

  At all.

  I didn’t dare turn around and look at her. I just stared at those fuckers hoping laser beams would shoot from my eyes and fry them all.

  “Ha ha, very funny boys,” Carina suddenly sang out from behind me.

  Her hand touched mine.

  My heart skipped a beat. Was she really okay with this? I turned around not daring to believe she was.

  Her eyes were still sultry and she was still smiling. “Maybe you can have him tomorrow,” she said, cocking a hip to one side. “Tonight, he’s mine.”

  She spun around and dragged me up towards the porch steps as the boys erupted into whoops and catcalls behind us.

  The booze and pot and strangely arousing humiliation I’d endured by the fire had me so confused but my cock was still hard as a rock as we fell into the bedroom and crashed onto the bed.

  As Carina crawled
down my body and started undoing my shorts, I sat up, unable to believe this was real, or that she was really my wife.

  “Babe?” I asked, looking into her eyes.

  Carina bit one side of her lower lip. She rose to meet my eyes but her hands kept fumbling around my cock. “What’s the matter?” she asked.

  “I… I mean, nothing is the matter, really. It’s just… you don’t seem yourself.”

  “Don’t I?”

  “No. You don’t.”

  Carina giggled. “What’s different about me that you don’t like?” As she finished the sentence her fingers snaked in past my zipper, under the elastic of my underwear and wrapped around my cock like a vine choking a tree trunk.

  I sucked in a breath at the way her strong, warm palm felt around my dick.

  Carina leaned in. She parted her lips ever so slowly so that a tiny strand of saliva stretched between them, reached a breaking point, then snapped. A moment before she kissed me, I saw her soft wet tongue press out of her mouth.

  The pleasure of the kiss surged through my mouth, flooding my brain with dopamine and racing down my spine, hardening my cock in her hand.

  Carina forced her tongue into my mouth, more aggressively than she’d ever done. She plunged it deep until I pressed back, slowly pulling her hand up to my cock head at the same time.

  As reason retreated into some dark corner of my mind, lust for her took over and I knew I was gone. I’d have to bring up whatever I’d wanted to talk about the next day, if I remembered it at all.

  Carina pulled away from our kiss. Her cherry lips were moist as her tongue slipped along the top, then the bottom one. She smiled and stared into my eyes.

  I couldn’t resist a glance down to her cleavage that was now a perfectly vertical line of flesh just below my field of vision.

  “So?” she whispered. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

  I stared into her eyes, dazed and confused and absolutely at a loss about how strangely wonderful this evening had become. It was the last thing I’d expected to happen and I didn’t want to do a thing to knock it off balance. “I… I forget,” I whispered back.

  Carina’s smile widened as she lowered her eyes to look at my cock with the look of an animal in heat. When she looked back up there was a… an edge to her expression. A wickedness almost, but not the mean kind, if that makes any sense.

  “Well I have something I wanted to ask you,” she said, looking back up.

  “Y-you do?”

  She raised her brow and cocked her head, then nodded. “I do.”

  “What is it?” I whispered.

  “I want to know… ” she said, letting go of my cock and pressing her hand against my chest.

  From the gentle pressure I felt she wanted me to lie down. I shuffled down the bed towards her, then lowered myself down onto my back.

  I simultaneously couldn’t wait to hear and was terrified of what she was about to say. “What?” I asked.

  “I want to know… “ she repeated, lowering herself between my legs with her hands up, her fingers glancing the side of my cock in slow swipes.

  I swallowed and watch my dick dance against her soft, feathery touch.

  “I want to know what made this happen out there by the fire?” she asked. She choked a fist around my stiff rod.

  Fuck.

  It’s not that I didn’t want to tell her. Hell, I wished I knew the explanation myself.

  I’d never felt anything like it. It was a lust so powerful and so out of my control that I didn’t even know if I could describe it if I tried.

  Carina kept her eyes on mine and started to stroke her hand up and down my cock, as if she were trying to tease the cum out.

  Hardening in her hand, I sucked in a breath.

  “So?” she whispered. “You gonna tell me? Or not?” she asked.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” I said, my voice breathless. “That feels so good.”

  Carina smirked, as if she knew that, then relaxed her grip on my cock.

  “Fuck, please don’t stop!” I groaned.

  “Well,” she said, leaning close, pushing her tongue past her lips again and gently licking the underside of my cock with it, “are you going to tell me or not?”

  Panic and a warm rush of excitement flooded through me. It seemed that the booze and the pot and whatever else had done something to Carina. I just wasn’t yet sure if it was a good thing or not.

  “What… what do you want me to say?”

  Scowling, Carina crawled up the bed until her face was next to mine. She didn’t let go of my cock, instead kneading it with her fingers as she stared into my eyes. “Don’t be coy, Kevin. You never just sit around with a hard on. And when they started laughing at you about walking in on us? I totally saw your cock jump.”

  I couldn’t bring myself to look away from her.

  She was staring at me with such a penetrating gaze that only made me more turned on.

  At the same time I really had no idea how to answer her question. I didn’t know what the hell had turned me on about it but something sure had. Honesty seemed like the best way to go. “I really don’t know.”

  Carina seemed to be searching me with her eyes. She narrowed them slightly, then opened them wide. “You don’t know? You really don’t know?” she asked.

  “I swear I don’t. It just… I don’t know. Something about it was hot. You… you usually get upset about that kind of stuff and you were just kind of playing along and joking around and that made me happy and… turned me on? I guess?” It came out sounding a little pathetic.

  She kept staring at me even as her hand drifted down my shaft. She let go of my cock, pressed her hand between my legs and cupped my balls.

  I’d always been pretty sensitive there so feeling her touch me made me tense up.

  “Oh I’m sorry!” she whispered, then burst into giggles.

  Talk about hot. “It’s okay,” I replied.

  “I just… come here.” Letting go of me she grabbed my hand and pressed it under the dress she was wearing, up between her legs against her snatch.

  She was dripping wet.

  “Something about it turned me on too,” she confessed.

  My cock bounced up at her admission and at the feeling of her sopping wetness on my fingers.

  Carina started to breathe heavier, her chest heaving as she rolled over onto me and pulled her panties aside. “Oh fuck Kevin,” she whispered.

  She tore her tank top off and her plump breasts rolled out from under it, slapping against each other as they fell.

  She reached between us and peeled the sticky fabric of her panties away from her steamy pussy.

  My hips bucked at the glorious feeling of her hot wetness dripping onto my cock.

  Carina gripped me and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy hole, then let herself fall, driving me inside.

  A fresh torrent of pleasure raced up my spine this time, tickling the base of my brain with the beginning of a climax.

  Carina grabbed her breasts, pressed them together, then slid her hands to the tips and pinched her stiffening nipples as she started to ride.

  I found her rhythm and jerked my hips into her with violent thrusts.

  This was what we had come here for. To fuck and fuck and fuck.

  The thought that my muscle was buried inside her bare pussy made me harden even more.

  Carina felt it and started to fuck me harder. Leaning forward she pressed her hands onto my chest and began bouncing up and down, sliding down my pole, her ass slapping against me in meaty, wet smacks.

  My cock hardened into concrete as cum started to gush from my balls into my shaft. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come!” I seethed.

  Carina’s eyes opened wide. “Tell me more. Tell me… “ she begged.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum into your hot tight pussy baby, I’m gonna fucking come into you. I’m gonna fucking fill you up and make your belly big.”

  Carina went fucking nuts.

  Dig
ging her nails into my chest she started riding me like a porn star. The headboard began banging against the wall. The bed started sliding across the floor in rough jerks.

  Her hot pussy started clenching my cock, begging it for seed.

  Carina’s eyes popped open wide and she stared at me looking feral and wild. “Fuck it into me, Kevin!” she begged. “Fuck that cum into me, please!”

  “Oh fuck baby here it comes!” I moaned as my nuts tightened up and I felt a gush of cum start to spew out of my cock. “Fuck!”

  A hot blast of seed shot deep into Carina’s pussy.

  My body arched up on the bed, driving my cock as deep into her as I could get.

  Carina’s cunt clamped down, holding me inside. She came with a powerful shudder and a wicked shriek.

  Our climaxes crashed together right at the top of the wave.

  The room started to come back into focus as Carina rode out the rest of pleasure on top of me.

  Even after I was spent she seemed to want more, squeezing my cock with her pussy and rubbing herself on my groin.

  It was only when my soft member flopped out of her, spilling seed back down onto my balls, that she finally relented and collapsed beside me on the bed.

  We lay panting in silence, staring up at the ceiling, I wondering what the hell had just gone on. That might have been the hottest sex we’d ever had.

  The sound started faintly at first. A slow, rhythmic clap.

  We looked at each other, neither of us having any idea what it was.

  Until more hands joined in and the tempo grew faster. Then faster still.

  Then the boys outside started to laugh.

  Fuck!

  I was convinced that Carina was going to crawl back under the pillow, into her shell and never come out. I was just about to yell for them to shutup and tell her everything was going to be alright when she pumped a fist up into the air beside me.

  “Woo!” she cried, then burst into maniacal laughter beside me.

  My eyes went wide.

  What in the fuck?

  It took a long time for her to settle down. When she did, she rolled over and curled up in the crook of my arm, opening her eyes to say goodnight. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Come on, Kevin. Relax. We’re just having some fun.”

  But seriously. What in the fuck?