The Cabin Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  I listened to the four of them talking and laughing for a while. The whole thing felt like I was in a dream, but a dream someone else had spun for me and I was just inhabiting.

  I thought it was hot that Carina was pursuing this strange new direction in our relationship but I wondered whether things would ever be the same between us again, or between me and the guys.

  As wave after wave of laughter from outside rolled in through the window, I took a step back to think.

  The thought of Carina actually getting fucked by the other guys was absolutely hot. My cock jumped just from thinking it. But there was the not so small problem her current predicament brought.

  She wasn’t on any birth control. That had been the whole point of the trip. We were supposed to come here so that we could try and make a baby. Her pussy was bare and any accident could have catastrophic consequences for everyone.

  Then why in the hell, when I thought about that, did I get even harder?

  I couldn’t possibly be turned on by the idea of Carina, my wife, getting impregnated by someone else, could I?

  That seemed absurd but the more I thought about it, the more aroused I got. Was there something wrong with me? Was there some genetic switch that had failed to flip that had turned me into this freak?

  What kind of guy would get off on his wife getting knocked up by another guy?

  It didn’t make any sense, biologically or otherwise. We were supposed to want to propagate our own selfish genes, right?

  It was noticing the silence outside that drew me out of my thoughts. A shudder passed through me as I realized I hadn’t heard anyone’s voice in a few minutes. I crept up to the window and peeked outside.

  My cock hardened as a wave of jealous lust surged through me.

  Sam, having built a nice roaring fire in the pit, was at it again with Carina. He had her shirt off and was mauling her tits with a rough paw, blackened with soot from cleaning out last nights fire.

  As he kneaded her breasts he left thick streaks of black char on them.

  They were kissing again and I could tell by the way his mouth was moving that his tongue was deep inside her mouth.

  Carina’s nipples were hard and despite having just had an encounter with him, she seemed as eager as ever to have another one.

  I got a bit of a bitter sting in my throat about this. We were supposed to be here together, after all. To start a family. Her and I. Now she was spending what seemed like most of her time making out with Sam.

  I started turning the idea over in my head that maybe I should go confront her about it, step outside and tell the two of them to stop. Since she’d suddenly become so sexually liberated I could drag her into the bedroom and fuck her myself which is what we were supposed to be doing in the first place.

  As I was staring at the ground stewing about the decision, the sound of Carina’s giggle made me look up through the window again.

  Sam was tugging at the skirt she’d put on, getting that all dirty, too.

  Instead of chastising him or pushing him away, which I was pretty sure she would have done with me, Carina just kept giggling.

  When he yanked the soft fabric off her legs, she stepped out of it. She put one hand on her hip, almost daring him to take off the thong she was wearing, too.

  It wasn’t just that behavior that had me on edge. Carina seemed to be acting like a whole new woman, too. She seemed like a younger version of herself, a version I had never known. Flirtatious, daring and dangerous.

  A different woman, really.

  As Sam buried his face in her neck again, his grubby hands pawing at her back, Carina turned her head and caught me staring at them through the window. She smiled, laughed, then turned her attention back to him, returning his kisses as soon as he lifted his hungry mouth to hers.

  Talk about conflicted emotions. Fuck.

  She seemed so damned absorbed in what she was doing.

  I looked around to try and see where the other two guys had gone but couldn’t see them. I couldn’t hear them anywhere, either and figure they might have decided to go on a hike in the woods. I turned my attention back to Carina and Sam.

  His hands were all over her full figure. They grabbed at her fleshy breasts, slid down her full hips, dipped behind to grab her ass, then came back around and plunged between her legs.

  Carina’s eyes popped open as his fingers settled on her pussy lips and he started to rub. She looked up at me again. She wasn’t smiling any more. She had that shocked expression women get when they know they’re getting fucked.

  As I stood watching and breathing heavily, Carina pulled Sam’s hand out from between her legs. She spun around and dragged him towards the cabin. They disappeared around the corner as I heard them thumping up the stairs.

  My heart was racing as the door flung open and they ducked inside.

  Carina was still completely naked and dragging him behind her. She looked at me with a wild look in her eye.

  Sam noticed me standing there, too but barely acknowledged me except for what I thought might have been a slight nod. He was too busy staring at Carina’s ass bouncing towards the bedroom in front of him.

  The shock of seeing Carina being so direct with him, so driven to get him into the bedroom, froze me on the spot.

  I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I could only stare at the door to the bedroom that was still open.

  The sounds of a body weighing down onto the mattress, then someone fumbling with clothes cracked me out of my stupor. I staggered towards the room.

  Leaning on the door frame to make sure I didn’t keel over from what I was about to see, I rounded the corner and leered into the room.

  Carina was seated at the edge of the bed giving me a perfect outline of her profile. She was staring up into Sam’s eyes, fumbling with this shorts to try and yank them off.

  As she slid them down his legs his large cock sprang out and bounced up in front of her face.

  This time Carina showed no hesitation. She wrapped her hot little hand around it and plunged the throbbing column of flesh into her mouth.

  I gasped quietly at how excited she seemed. She was positively hungry for it. She gobbled up half of it until she couldn’t fit any more of him inside.

  Expecting her to start bobbing up and down on him, I sucked in a breath as she surprised both of us by stretching her jaw open wider and opening her throat.

  Slowly, painstakingly, almost, Carina forced the thick head of Sam’s cock into her throat with a low gurgle. It must have made him flex or something because her eyes popped open wide and she yanked herself off, gagging and spitting bile.

  I grimaced at how filthy she looked. A few tears had formed at the corners of her eyes from the sting of his cock in her throat and they started running down her cheeks.

  Carina was unperturbed by her own reaction. She plunged the cock back into her mouth, her little hand running beneath it, fingers tickling Sam’s sagging balls.

  Stretching her lips wide open again, she drove the head of his cock into her throat again.

  I winced as she gagged again. Her face twisted and she looked like she was going to throw up.

  Why the hell was she acting like such a… such a whore?

  Sam stood over her, staring at her efforts, one hand moving the hair off her face the other resting on his ass.

  Carina worked her head side to side, squeezing more of Sam into the depths of her throat. Her cheeks were red and tears were streaming down her face. She looked up at him a crying, filthy mess.

  Sam smiled and touched her chin.

  That rattled me to the core, that little gesture.

  She’d buried his cock so deep inside her mouth and the way she looked up at him was so pleading, like she was still a young woman begging for attention.

  Fuck.

  I shuddered. Is that really what women wanted? Did they want some big, powerful, muscled up guy to fuck their mouth and smile at them?

  The question made all of our lovem
aking up to that point feel a little, well, inadequate until I shook it off me.

  That was ridiculous. Maybe women with problems like that kind of thing but not someone like Carina. Not strong, confident, emancipated women who knew what they wanted.

  Those kinds of women wanted caring lovers who treated them as equals, right?

  Right?

  The wet, gurgling sound of Sam withdrawing his hard flesh from my wife’s throat drew my attention back to them.

  A thick glop of drool oozed out of Carina’s mouth and landed on her lap. She was panting heavily but she scrambled back onto the bed and spread her legs, welcoming Sam.

  My stomach turned to stone and my chest felt so heavy I thought I’d never be able to breathe again. This was it. This was going to be the big sha-bang.

  I was about to watch my wife fuck another man. And I wasn’t even sure I wanted to. What the fuck had I done? How had I let things get this far this fast?

  Sam wiggled a finger at Carina, telling her to flip around.

  Like a puppy, eager to please, she spun onto her stomach, craning her neck to stare back at him to see what he would do to her.

  Sam leaned over and grabbed her hips and he might as well have been lifting boxes for all the care he took with her. He hauled her ass up into the air like a slab of meat and pressed his finger against her soaked cunt, holding his cock in his other hand.

  Flicking his finger against her flaps, he looked up at me with a smile. “Look at that beautiful pussy,” he whispered.

  I looked at it, even though I knew what it looked like because I’d seen it hundreds of times. She was my wife, after all. Still, there was something exciting about Sam thinking it was beautiful and saying so.

  I gaped down at the split, pink slit that he was flicking and watched her clear juice drool out and drip onto the mattress.

  “You ever watched her get fucked before?” Sam asked with a grin.

  I looked up at him slack-jawed and shook my head.

  Sam smirked. “You’re gonna fucking love it,” he said. He jerked his head over to the other side of the bed. “Get over there. I want to show you something.”

  Suddenly I felt like I was somehow under Sam’s spell, too. There was no arguing with him, no telling him I wanted to stay where I was and that I wanted to watch him enter her. I had to get over on the other side of the bed like he’d told me and it was because he’d said so.

  It was fucked.

  So I did. I walked around the bed in the small bedroom with Carina staring at me. I slid down the wall that was next to the bed keeping my eyes on her.

  She reached out and I gave her my hand.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said, shaking my head.

  She squeezed my hand tightly. Her soft palm was damp and trembling a little from nerves. Her lip curled as Sam pressed a finger against her clit and spun it around a few times.

  I glanced up to see his pleased smirk as he loomed over her rubbing his cock. I didn’t know what to say.

  “Are you still okay? Do you still want this?” Carina asked.

  The second question was a little disarming. Did I want this? Somehow it hadn’t really felt like I’d been the one that got this started. I could have sworn that it was Carina who…

  “Oh baby, he’s so close to being inside me. I can feel the heat coming off his cock. Please? Tell me you’re okay?”

  I shuddered at the energy that passed through me from hearing her pleading for it. I looked into her eyes. My cock was hard. I wanted it and I didn’t but what could I say? One last look at Sam staring back at us, smiling, and I knew what I was going to do.

  “I want it. I want to see it. I want to see you fuck another man. I want to see you fuck Sam,” I answered quietly, lowering my eyes.

  “Oh Kevin,” Carina breathed. She touched my chin and lifted it until I looked into her eyes again. Then she closed hers, leaned forward and pressed her lips against my mouth in a hot kiss.

  I felt the moment he entered her. Her body buzzed with an energy I’d never felt before. It ripped up her spine and it felt like the end of her tongue tingled as he drove himself inside.

  Her pussy split for him with a noisy slurp, swallowing his meat. She moaned into my mouth. Then her whole body pressed forward on the bed, pushing me back and I knew she’d taken all of him.

  I opened my eyes and pulled away from our kiss, leaning my head back against the wall.

  Carina’s mouth was twisted into an agonized, pornographic snarl. She stared into my eyes with the expression of a tigress ready to pounce and devour her prey.

  There was something so seductive about that moment. I had lost control completely when I told her I wanted this. She was Sam’s now. It was his cock inside her and I was sitting impotently in front watching it all go down.

  Carina clawed at the bed sheets as Sam started sawing in and out of her with his thick pole. “He’s so fucking big,” she whimpered, her brow furrowing then arching in disbelief at his girth.

  She may as well have said “you’ve never made me feel like this” from the look she was giving me.

  The crazy thing was I was happy about it. I was happy to see her feeling that good even if I was stinging inside that it was with another man.

  Noise at the door startled me and grabbed Sam’s attention, too. We both looked over to see Derek and James standing in the door staring at Carina.

  With Sam still plowing into her she didn’t notice the intrusion.

  A moment later Sam turned his attention back to fucking her and drove in with a powerful thrust.

  Carina moaned, a sound that begged for more.

  Sam’s smirk returned. He raised his hand and gave her ass a playful slap then grabbed a fistful of flesh. “Yeah? You gonna be our little slut this week aren’t you?” he growled.

  His words shook me to the core. As I gazed at Carina’s pained expression, I settled back against the wall the way you settle into a comfortable couch.

  Sam grunted and dug his fingers into her fleshy ass.

  I realized he was getting ready to come.

  My insides went taut.

  Chapter 13

  Carina must have realized something, too. Maybe he hardened inside her. Maybe she felt it some other way. But her eyes popped open and she looked straight into mine.

  With my heart thundering against my chest I gazed back at her but didn’t say a thing.

  She stared as her tits slapped loudly against each other. She looked like she expected me to say something, like she expected me to tell him to pull out or put a stop to it some other way.

  And I knew I should, I did. I knew I should stand up and tell Sam to pull out because my wife wasn’t on anything, that she wasn’t on any birth control and he could get her pregnant.

  But I fucking couldn’t. All I could think of was Sam fucking his seed deep inside her. I wanted to crawl around the bed and pry open her pussy when he was done and see the pool of seed he’d left churning there.

  It was the most dangerous, irresponsible fantasy I’d ever had and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt paralyzed.

  “Fuck that pussy’s tight,” Sam grunted above her.

  Carina’s eyes opened a little wider and she tilted her head, her body still pulsing back and forth from Sam pounding her. She looked at me with such a mix of wonder and arousal that it did nothing to urge me to act.

  Then, as I saw her back arching, her body scrambling towards another orgasm, she opened her mouth and mouthed the words “you’re going to let him come.”

  Like it was my decision! Like I was the only one who had a choice! Like she couldn’t have said anything!

  I saw it in her eyes. She wanted it, too. She wanted it maybe even more than I did. She wanted to feel his hot seed splashing up into her bare pussy. She wanted to feel the sharp bite of adrenaline the danger of letting him do it brought.

  Sam slapped her ass again but I didn’t look up.

  I was lost in the ocean of her ga
ze.

  Carina reached out and touched my hand. “Hold me,” she whispered.

  I held her. I held her as she started to shake and scream. I held her hand as her body blasted through the thickest part of her orgasm. And I held her hand as Sam exploded inside her, fucking hot, fresh cum towards her womb.

  A soft smile curved her lips and closed her eyes as she revelled in the feeling of Sam coming into her. She disappeared into herself and even though we were holding hands she wasn’t there with me anymore. She was there with him.

  Sam finished with a growl and a grunt. After a few more thrusts he pulled his cock out of her and slapped it against her ass a few times to shake out the rest of his semen.

  Derek and James were still staring into the room as he dressed and walked towards the door. “Come on boys,” Sam said. “Let’s get some beers. Looks like these two need a little ‘me-time.’”

  James and Derek chuckled at the way he’d said it but I didn’t care. I had my beautiful life lying in front of me, used and filled and looking totally satisfied.

  My cock was hard and I wanted nothing more than to live out my fantasy. “Babe?” I whispered.

  Carina’s eyes fluttered open. “What’s up?”

  I bit my lip as I gathered the courage to ask. “Can I… can I see it?”

  “Can you see it?” she echoed, confused by what I meant.

  “I want to see him inside you.”

  Carina smiled, closed her eyes again and lay her head down on the bed. “Go ahead.”

  I crawled quickly around the bed. She was still on her knees and her ass was swaying up in the air. Her soft, pink pussy hole looked dishevelled and defiled.

  I put my hands on her thighs, fingers touching her soft cunt lips and pried her apart. I gasped as my eyes settled on a sight I’d only dreamed about till then.

  There was so much of Sam’s thick, viscous load that he had filled her whole cunt. The fluid was drifting around like white lava inside her, tiny swirls forming as if to underline that it was teeming with life.

  I pressed two fingers into her hole. The tips touched Sam’s spunk. I pulled them out. The salty stench of it tore like a razor up my nose but I couldn’t resist. Closing my eyes, I pressed my fingers to my tongue and tasted the goop.