The Cabin Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  She pulled her face off of him slowly until he almost fell out, then dove back down onto him. She found a steady rhythm and pretty soon the wet sounds of his cock gliding in and out of her mouth started slapping around the room.

  “Fuck you’re pretty,” Sam grunted, touching her cheek.

  A drop of sweat ran down my temple. My whole body was humming from the rush of seeing Carina with another man’s cock in her mouth. My vision had tunnelled so that she was all I could see.

  At the same time I knew things were changing around me. It felt like I was barrelling through a tunnel with the walls collapsing all around me but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to come out the other end, to see how far this thing went and whether I dared to take it all the way.

  Carina popped off of Sam’s cock, panting and gasping for air. One corner of her lip was twisted up in that sexy kind of snarl women get when they’re about to come. Drool was running out of the corner of her mouth down to her chin. She glanced at Sam’s now glistening cock. “Fuck you’re big,” she whispered, breathless.

  Without acknowledging the compliment Sam touched her face to pull her onto his cock again. It was the same kind of gesture his nipple twist had been. It made clear to everyone in the room that he wasn’t interested in Carina as a person. He was interested in her in one way. As his toy.

  And you know what made my cock harden even more in my hand? The way she leaned over him and took him back into her mouth without a single complaint.

  Suddenly my kind, compassionate, caring wife was all about being… a slut.

  It was hot as fuck.

  With her hand pressed against her lips, Carina began bouncing up and down on Sam’s cock. Like, literally bouncing on it like she was trying to bounce his cum out. She looked like she was eighteen again and had never had a boyfriend in her life and now really wanted to please the one she had.

  Disturbingly hot.

  James and Derek and I stared on. I was getting perilously close to having an orgasm and I had to slow down before I shot my wad in my pants.

  The other two guys were looking on seeming equally interested in what a porn princess Carina had become.

  When Sam swatted her hand away and took himself out of her mouth, I knew I was about to witness the filthiest thing I’d ever seen Carina do.

  Sam choked his cock with a fist and pointed it down at Carina’s tits.

  Everything went still.

  His nuts tightened up beneath his legs and a massive shot of his hot, white cum came pulsing out, slathering Carina’s breasts.

  She looked down and watched him coat her breasts, her mouth still hanging open like she’d forgotten to close it. When she looked up again, she looked almost forlorn. Like she couldn’t believe he’d taken his dick out of her mouth to come.

  Cupping her breasts, Carina lifted them up and smashed them together, creating a pleasant cleft of flesh for Sam to watch as he dumped his load out onto them.

  Pumping his cock, he shot wad after wad of hot cum onto her tits until they were covered with his white slime. He shuddered, gave his cock a shake, then pressed it against her mouth.

  Carina seemed taken aback for only a second. Almost instantly her eyes lit up and she gobbled up the flagging slab of flesh and started cleaning him off.

  I had just started cresting towards an orgasm but I really wanted to wait so I could make Carina mine again. But right before I let go and pulled my hand out of my shorts I felt the floodgates burst. I groaned as the itchy tickle exploded, flooding my mind with dopamine as I soared over a climax.

  As soon as I was on the other end of it, sailing down the tail instead of climbing up, regret began seeping into my mind.

  What the fuck had I done?

  Had I really just watched my wife, let my wife suck another man’s cock? Had I really just jerked myself off while I watched her take another man’s cum all over her tits?

  The questions made me tremble on the couch. I pulled my hand out of my pants, suddenly embarrassed of everything that had happened. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. I couldn’t look any of them in the eye.

  I got up and walked quickly across the room, closing the door to the bedroom behind me. I sighed as I sank down onto the bed, surrounded by a pleasant darkness.

  The living room stayed quiet for a few moments. Then, the sound of an explosive laugh seemed to tear straight through the door.

  It was all of them laughing. Derek, James, Sam and even Carina.

  I felt like I’d swallowed poison as my stomach tightened again. I even felt vaguely sick. There was something wrong about this. How could Carina be out there laughing? Were they all laughing at me? That’s what it sounded like. It was hard not to come to that conclusion since the laughter had started as soon as I’d left the room.

  A moment later the door opened a crack, letting the dim light from the single lamp in and I heard a knock.

  I said nothing.

  Carina slipped inside, shut the door behind her, then sat down on the bed next to me and put a hand around my shoulder.

  She’d put her shirt back on but not her bra. I could tell by the way her breasts swayed beneath the fabric.

  Of course my male mind had to wonder whether she’d wiped the drying cum off of her tits or left it on.

  What would it be like if she took her shirt off and it was still there? A crusty stain, the mark of Sam’s dominance over my wife.

  I was ashamed that my cock jumped in my lap at the thought.

  “Hey,” Carina whispered. “Are you alright?”

  I looked sideways at her. Her eyes were bright, as bright as they’d been when she was sucking Sam’s cock. But now that I’d seen that, the look she was wearing was less reassuring.

  What did it say, if reassuring me and sucking my friend’s dick put the same look into her eyes?

  “I thought I saw you… “ she said, then trailed off.

  I knew what she was talking about.

  I thought I saw you jerking off.

  “I was,” I replied.

  Carina cracked a smile. “So you liked it then? Did you like seeing me suck Sam’s cock?”

  Another not unpleasant shudder ripped down my spine, prompted by the question. Or maybe it was prompted by hearing Carina talk about sucking cock. She didn’t normally say things like that. It was so… slutty of her.

  As unsettling as it was, I wanted to hear more. “Did you have a good time?” I asked quietly.

  Carina bit her lip, smiled and nodded eagerly.

  “Would you do it again?” I said, although I couldn’t look straight at her as I asked the question.

  Her hand drifted down my arm and settled over mine in my lap. “Only if you’d want me to. Only if you were sure it was okay,” she answered.

  My insides began to clench and churn under the weight of responsibility she’d just plopped in my lap. Why did it have to be my decision? It was her doing it, after all. Why couldn’t we both have a say in this? “I mean, do you want to do it again?” I asked, looking back up into her eyes.

  Carina’s hand slipped off of mine and she pulled it up my thigh until the tips of her fingers touched my rock hard cock in my shorts. Her eyes lit up at my arousal. Her breathing changed, each of her breaths quicker and more shallow than the last.

  I was going to stop her but she tucked her hand into my shorts quickly and yanked my cock out, eyeing it with lust.

  Somehow this felt wrong, or something. I’d wanted this. I’d wanted to take her into the bedroom after it was all over with Sam but now, knowing the guys were outside, that they knew what we were doing, that Sam had… finished all over my wife.

  It wasn’t a turn off, exactly. I just felt a little bad for being so turned on by it.

  Carina slipped off the bed and sank down onto her knees in front of me.

  There was enough light from the moon coming through the window that I could see her eyes and the outline of her face and her smile.

  She yanked my shorts off makin
g my cock bounce up in my lap, then wrapped her fist around it and plunged it into her mouth.

  As the velvety, lava-heat of the inside of her mouth seared up my spine, Carina looked up with her big eyes and pulled herself off of my shaft with a long, slow suck.

  My cock popped out of her mouth with a noisy slurp, sending a wad of her spit catapulting onto my shirt.

  Carina stroked me off a few times with her hand, nurturing the tickle between my legs and making it swell. “I want you to feel something,” she whispered, standing up in front of me.

  She grabbed my hand and stuffed it under her skirt. She pressed it against her soaked panties, staring into my eyes. “That’s all from you,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Do you feel that? Do you feel how wet I am? That’s all from you watching me blow Sam.”

  “Jesus, Carina… “ I muttered. Every time she said something about it out loud I felt another delicious shudder race through me. Somehow hearing her say it made it that much more real.

  Carina dropped down to her knees again. She kept her eyes on mine as she took me into her mouth again and started sucking me off in long, slow strokes.

  She kept her hand pressed tight against her lips so that my whole cock got the full treatment of her blow job.

  The tickle grew into an itch and despite having just wacked off, I knew I wasn’t going to last long with her doing that.

  But something didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to just unload into her mouth. I wanted to feel myself inside her pussy. I wanted her close. I wanted to stare into her eyes and kiss her mouth.

  I wanted to feel like we were us again.

  “Wait,” I whispered, pulling her off of my cock.

  She popped off and stood up as I guided her to her feet, then up over my lap.

  “I want to be inside you,” I said.

  Carina smiled, tilted her head and ran a finger across my cheek. She crawled up onto my lap, pulling up her skirt then letting it fall back down, covering our legs.

  Every filthy thing I’d seen that night was racing through my mind, along with the thought of how beautiful Carina looked and how I was going to sink my hard cock into her soft pussy soon.

  She shifted and reached a hand down between us. She pulled her panties to one side and grabbed my cock. Then, she looked up into my eyes. “Wait,” she whispered. “I want you to see something.”

  The last thing I wanted to do was wait. I was so close to the frothy heat of her pussy and all I wanted was to plunge myself inside.

  Carina crossed her arms and hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt. She pulled it off herself in a quick swipe and threw it on the floor.

  The silver moonlight perfectly illuminated her creamy breasts.

  Sam’s deposit had mostly dried out, save for a few damp spots along her breasts. But the sight of it up close got my pulse racing and my heart thundering almost immediately in my chest.

  When I looked up again, Carina was staring at me with a lascivious smile. Without a word she sank down on top of me, the tight walls of her flesh squeezing me, her juices dribbling down onto my balls.

  She settled down on my lap with a soft, wet squelch.

  My eyes darted back and forth between hers and her bountiful breasts, covered in Sam’s seed. My head started to spin as she started to ride me slowly back and forth, my cock gliding in and out of her hot, soft pussy.

  I didn’t know what was happening with my body or my mind. I was so turned on not only by what I’d seen but by so close to the effects of it. It was the most confusing and potent arousal I’d ever felt.

  Carina didn’t force me to press my mouth against her breasts. She did put her hand on the back of my head.

  I sort of did it myself. Each time she rode up my cock I lowered my lips a little more. Soon I was just millimetres from her bouncing mounds covered in Sam.

  I don’t know what possessed me. We do strange things when we’re turned on sometimes. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and the next time she rode up I caught the tip of her nipple with it and licked up in on long strip.

  The acrid sting of Sam’s stale seed burned up my nostrils and down my tongue into the back of my throat.

  Carina’s pussy clamped around my cock.

  I looked up into her eyes.

  Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide. “Do it again?” she asked.

  So I did. First I sucked her nipple into my mouth and rolled it around on my tongue. Then, moving a little to one side, I licked another long line up her breast, cleaning Sam’s cum off with my tongue.

  Carina started to go wild. Her pussy heated up all over me and started drooling hot juice. She started riding me twice as fast.

  I swallowed and closed my eyes to try and stem the rising tide of my own seed moving from my nuts.

  Carina leaned forward and whispered close to my ear. “Please don’t stop.” Her body tensed up on top of me as she started to ride even faster.

  I let go of my grip on reality and let myself be swept away by the rising tide of my own pleasure. My cock hardened inside her as I pressed my tongue against her tit and gave it another wet lick.

  “Oh fuck,” Carina seethed, squeezing her eyes shut. This time she yanked me closer to her breast with her hand, smashing me against it.

  I slurped her nipple back into my mouth and sucked.

  Grabbing my hair, she let my mouth roam over both her breasts, wiping up dried semen with my tongue. Her pussy clenched around my cock, hard. “Fuck baby,” she whispered, “I’m almost there!”

  I wrapped my hands around her back. My hips thrust up, driving my shaft deep inside her. My eyes went wide at the coming orgasm and the thought that I was going to slather her insides with my cum.

  That felt better. That, I knew, was a space for me and only me.

  But as we climbed up towards the peak of our climax, a dark thought crawled out of the animal part of my brain.

  Was it really just for me? It was just an agreement between us, after all. If confronted with the possibility of another man putting his cock into her soft pussy, would I be able to say “no?”

  The thought sent a violent pulse of lust straight to my cock making it stiffen and start to jump as it filled with cum.

  Carina threw her head back, her hips slamming against me as she closed in on her own climax.

  “Fuck!” I grunted, bringing her close and sweeping my tongue up her other breast in one final lick.

  The taste of Sam burned my mouth and made the head of my cock explode with seed inside my wife.

  “Yes!” Carina shouted. Her pussy grabbed my dick and started to pump.

  I groaned as gush after gush of my hot cum filled her insides. Some of it sprayed out between us and ran back down my balls, pooling in an impotent puddle at my ass. But I kept my mind on what stayed inside, on the microscopic, wriggling tadpoles that were swimming inside her in search of egg.

  It was a long, slow tail and Carina kept moving on top of me in slower and slower thrusts, until finally she settled to stillness on my lap.

  We sat together in silence for a few moments.

  Laughter and cheering erupted in the living room, the boys giving us a round of applause for our successful copulation.

  Carina laughed above me and shook her head. She slipped off of my cock and off of my lap and onto the bed beside me.

  I leaned back until we were both staring up at the ceiling to the accompaniment of the sounds of laughter dying down outside the room.

  “This is weird,” I whispered. Because it was.

  “Weird like you want to stop?” Carina asked.

  I took a deep breath. I didn’t know the answer. I didn’t want to say “no,” and I did at the same time.

  It felt all better now that we’d fucked but I wondered what was going to come tomorrow.

  Carina moved closer, so close that I could feel her breath on my cheek as she whispered. “Remember the word?” she asked.

  I nodded.
“Yes.”

  “Good.”

  And then we fell asleep.

  Chapter 11

  I was glad to feel her beside me when I woke up.

  There was already some commotion outside so I knew the boys were up. The morning light was coming in through the window and the air outside was filled with forest sounds.

  I was a little apprehensive of just walking out. The memory of what happened the previous night felt like it would be uncomfortably sharp under the glare of daylight.

  Nonetheless, I knew I couldn’t just stay in bed all day. Taking a deep breath, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and eased my way out the door.

  The smell of coffee drew me to the kitchen. There was about half a pot left so I poured myself a cup and walked outside.

  The boys were all there. Derek was chopping wood by the fire pit. James was swiping through his phone and sipping on a mug of Joe.

  Looking towards the water I saw Sam knee deep, about to dive inside.

  He paused, turned around, then grinned and gave me a thumbs up as he saw me standing on the porch.

  I managed a weak smile and a nod.

  He turned around, put his arms over his head and dove headfirst into the still waters of the lake.

  Derek noticed me up on the porch and after one final split, put the axe down. He mopped his forehead with the shirt that was hanging off his belt and stepped towards the porch stairs. “Hey. Thought you two were going to sleep all day!” he said with a wide grin.

  There was nothing in his voice that seemed threatening.

  Truth was, I’d been ready for anything. These guys weren’t dumb-ass guys who would just make any joke to humiliate me, but there was always the possibility that someone might say something that would hurt about the previous night. I wanted to be ready for that.

  Derek’s easy manner made me relax.

  “You guys have a good sleep?” I asked, sipping on my coffee.

  “Hell yeah!” Derek replied. “You?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, we did.” I couldn’t resist a smile at the memory of the hot sex we’d had.

  “Good. Good,” Derek said. “I think that’s going to be enough firewood for tonight, what do you think?”

  “Should be good,” I mused, looking at the pile he’d stacked up. My eyes darted to him, then over to James. They both seemed perfectly natural and normal, as if they hadn’t been there last night.