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I suggested the cabin. Not my husband, not his best
friend Mike, not either of them me, because if I
was going to finally do something reckless, something I'd been
thinking about for months, I wanted it on my terms.
Snow isolation, no interruptions, no easy escape, just the three
of us. Remind me why we're driving three hours into nowhere,
my husband asked, one hand on the wheel, tapping and payatiently.
I smiled, watching the trees blur past. Because you're stressed,
I said, And you said you wanted quiet, I said,
I wanted a weekend off, my husband said. Mike laughed
from the back seat. He couldn't relax if he was
laid out in a morgue. That low, easy laugh that
had been getting under my skin for longer than I
cared to admit. What is this? My wife and best
friend are ganging up on me, my husband said. I
met Mike's eyes in the rear view mirror, held them
for a second too long. You never know, I said, softly.
We might all enjoy it. My husband didn't notice the
wink I gave Mike. He never did. The cabin was perfect,
too perfect, big windows, snow piled high outside, a fire
already crackling. It had been waiting for us. Okay, my
husband said, dropping his bag, This is actually good. See
from behind me. He stepped closer, not touching, not quite,
but close enough that I felt it. That was your idea,
Mike asked quietly. I turned slightly, just enough that we
were almost facing each other. Yeah, I said, He smiled, slow, knowing,
and that was the moment I realized he knew exactly
what I was doing. The first night was easy, too easy. Drinks, music, firelight.
My husband stretched out on the couch, already half asleep,
long drive. He muttered, I'm done, I laughed, You always are.
You're welcome to stay up with me, Mike said, vaguely tempting,
I replied, but I went to bed with my husband.
He took a sleeping tablet and was flat out within
ten minutes, typical. After putting on my silk dressing gown,
I got up and returned to the living room with Mike,
just the two of us alone in a room that
suddenly felt smaller, warmer, charged. He leaned back in his chair,
watching me over the rim of his glass. So he said, casually,
this is your idea of relaxing depends I said, is
it working? He tilted his head, not sure yet. I
stood slowly, walked past him toward the fire and began
to poke it. I didn't need to look to know
he was watching. You always know. I bent slightly, adjusting
a log that didn't need adjusting. Felt the shift in
the room behind me, the silence, the god. It drove
me crazy, knowing he was taking me all in. The
flutter in my stomach battled with guilt and excitement. I'd
had a thing for Mike for a while, now knew
he had a thing for me, and I knew being
in this cabin either we'd flirt around it or act
on it. Was I just bored or was I craving
this risk? You're not subtle, he said, I smiled to myself,
Neither are you. When I turned back, he was already
standing closer, now too close for this to still be harmless.
Your husband, he started asleep. I said, always is a beat.
Then this is a bad idea, he said. I stepped closer,
then why aren't you leaving? That? Shut him up for
a second. Nothing happened, just heat, breath, that thin line,
and where something becomes something else. Then he laughed under
his breath, shook his head. Your husband's going to kill me,
I leaned in slightly. Only if he finds out, and
currently he's zonked out on sleeping pills. That did it.
His hand found my waist. I didn't pull away, didn't hesitate.
Just let it happen. You plan this, he said quietly.
I smiled. Not everything, last chance, he said, to stop.
I asked to pretend this didn't happen. I leaned in
just enough that my voice dropped. Why would I want
to pretend? He didn't answer. Didn't need to. Then he
sighed and said, you want to do something fun to
release that boredom, Something risky and fun. I nodded and
stared deeply into Mike's eyes. Good was all he said.
I couldn't believe we were going to do this. Still,
damn the idea thrilled me. I pushed the bedroom door open,
called my husband's name gently, and he was gone fast asleep.
We shouldn't do this, I whispered, unconvincingly. Now you say
we shouldn't, Mike whispered in my ear. He reached down
and squeezed my ass through the silk dressing gown. I shuddered,
let out a breathy moan, and pushed into him. Mike's
cock was hard and throbbing. Fuck I wanted this bad.
Let's do it, Mike said, and pushed me forward gently.
My husband was face down asleep. I went and sat
on my side of the bed. Quietly and carefully. I
lowered myself down onto the mattress, trying not to make
a sound. I looked up at Mike in the doorway
and beckoned him over. He slowly walked into the room
and stood before me. I looked up at him and
undid my dressing gown, exposing my naked body underneath. I
licked my lips, looked up at Mike as I rubbed
my breasts and played with my nipples. Get it out,
I whispered, and Mike pulled off his T shirt, revealing
his rock hard body, and then dropped his pants. Fuck.
His cock was better than I fantasized, thick and hard,
twitching with eagerness. I sighed a shuddering, wanton breath, then
reached out and took it in my hand, then pulled
it into my wet, reddy mouth. Mike moaned quietly as
I sucked his cock hard and deep, sucking him down
to his balls. I made coughing, gagging sounds and tried
to stop myself. Jesus, my husband was only three feet away.
I pulled out his cock and licked it long and hard,
savoring the taste of his hard rod. Mike reached down
and pinched my nipples. I wanted to yelp, but I couldn't. Fuck,
this was so fun and dirty. I built up speed,
sucking him long and deep, lapping at his head and balls,
then licking the shaft top to bottom and back again.
Mike made little moans while the silence of the bedroom
was penetrated by my wet sucking sounds as I worked
on his cock. Fuck. This was so naughty, but I
was so turned on. Then Mike bent down and kissed
me fast and hard. I was breathing heavy. I was
so turned on when Mike got between my legs and
started to lick my pussy. As he began to eat,
my husband grown and turned over. We both froze our breath,
sucked from our lungs in fright. We waited, thinking he
was awake, silence nothing, He was still out of it.
I did something ballsy. I lay back, put my head
in my sleeping husband's lap and whispered, eat me. Mike
didn't hesitate and licked and sucked my cunt as I
lay on my passed out husband. Lick it good, I whispered,
and Mike lapped at my clit and pushed two fingers
into my wet cunt. I shuddered, shivered, and moaned. I'd
wanted this for so long. Eaten out and fingered by
my husband's best friend while I was lying on him,
passed out. All he had to do was wake up,
open an eye for a second and it would be over.
The excitement was electrifying. Mike licked me good, making me
drip with pussy juice and his saliva. I grabbed Mike's hair,
pulled his face from my folds, and demanded him to
fuck me. Fuck me good. I reached up and kissed
him dirtily and passionately, tasting each other's sex on our breath.
I did something I could never imagine. I turned bent
over and draped myself on my sleeping husband's body ass
in the air. Mike slowly got onto the bed and
fed his cock into my pussy. I whimpered, trying to
stay silent, as his huge, fat dick dug a tunnel
up my tubes. Fuck it felt so good. I almost
lost control and screamed. Then he started to fuck me
good and hard, my cunt making wet, squelching sounds as
he went balls deep. Mike grabbed my ass cheeks and
went deep and so low. I felt every inch as
his cock slid in and out of me. Pussy juice
and pre come foaming out of my lips and onto
the bed. I felt my husband's cock getting hard through
his pajama pants. I reached in, took it out, and
started to suck. I heard Mike whisper slut as he
watched and thrust into me deeper and harder. I was
sucking my husband's dick as his best friend plowed me
hard from behind. I lapped at my husband's cock, looking
behind to watch Mike watch me. I heard Mike grunt,
then whisper, I'm going to come. A hot load of
my husband's best friend's white spunk filled my fucked cunt.
I felt it shoot up into my hole as it
filled me deep. The sensation made me shudder, and I
squeezed out the most silent orgasm I could while blowing
my husband's cock. I stopped sucking and reached back and
kissed Mike with my cock's stinking lips. So good, he
whispered into my mouth as our tongues touched. Then a
stab of shock fired through my veins. Honey, what are
you doing? My husband? Oh shit? Mike ducked down beside
the bed as my husband groggily got up. I had
to think fast, so I started to blow him again,
deep throating his dick and swung a leg over his face.
I'm horny, baby, I said, then looked at Mike and mouthed,
get out. Lick me, baby, I said to my husband,
and sleepily, he buried his face in my fucked cunt
and without knowing, ate out his best friend's cream pie.
In between eating. He mumbled, God, you're turned on. I've
ever known you to be this wet, honey. Mike escaped,
naked on his hands and knees, with his clothes tucked
under his arm. He heard what my husband said and
turned to us before leaving a smirk on his face.
I sucked my husband hard, lapped at his cock as
he licked into me, and said, trust me, baby, you've
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