Cabin Getaway

Standing at the large picture window, I watched the sunset over the lake, squishing my toes into the forest green shag under my feet. A low, satisfied sigh wrapped itself around me. This was my happy place. Our family’s cabin. My favourite escape.

My gaze roamed over the rocky shore, across the small private beach, before resting on the firepit with a blissful smile. So many memories crowded my mind… like the night he claimed me as his. Matt, my stepbrother’s best friend, fought his attraction to me for years. So the night he said, “Fuck this shit. You’re mine,” before crashing his lips to mine truly was the greatest night of my life.

That he punched my douche of a boyfriend - who was quickly an ex - in my defence cemented it for me. God, that was a decade ago. I couldn’t believe how fast the years had flown by.

Matt slid up behind me, his bare feet quiet on the thick rug. He squeezed my shoulders, rubbing his hands down my back. His arms wound around my waist, pulling me back into him.

“Beautiful.”

“Right? I can’t get enough of this view.” I nuzzled into his neck, lips pressed to his jaw. Every hard inch of him pressed against my back. And I do mean every hard inch. Dayum, this man turned my insides to mush with a single touch. I squirmed against him. He hardened and thickened as he nestled into me.

“I can’t get enough of you, angel.” Matt kissed my cheek. I breathed out a sigh as his lips blazed their way down my neck.

He pulled me against him with one arm, moaning as his right hand kneaded my soft belly. A soft mewl slipped from my lips as a red silk scarf slithered through the fingers of his left. I dropped my head back onto his shoulder, eyes closed, a familiar ache settling into my core.

“Do you trust me, beautiful?” Firm fingers squeezed my belly, then cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. My husband’s tongue lapped at my ear. His teeth nipped it.

“Yes. With everything I am, my love.” My eyes flared at the brilliant, sexy smile he gave me. I gasped when he snapped the silk scarf between his hands and placed it over my eyes. I licked my lips, then his when he pressed them to mine.

Thick, calloused fingers skated over my breasts. Rubbed my belly. Dipped under the waistband of my yoga pants and slid between my soaked folds. He groaned as he pushed into my centre. One finger… two fingers… then three squelched in and out of me. My hips moved in time, meeting each thrust with increasing intensity.

“Oh fuck, baby. Please,” I whined the word out as he pulled his fingers free, making sure I heard him lick them clean.

He claimed my lips in a hard, long kiss. Twined our fingers together and walked me across the room. One foot at a time, he slid flip flops onto my feet, guiding me out the sliding glass doors and down the steps of the deck. Across the grass. And… I didn’t see where we headed from there.

Confused, I relied on my other senses to help guide me. Soft grass brushed my feet. Breeze ruffled my hair. A small animal scurried through the underbrush. Smell of the lake filled my nose.

“Are you taking me to the boathouse?” Excitement coursed through me. I loved the boathouse. It was where we had our best adventures.

He didn’t say a word. Stopped us near the creek that fed into the lake. Water bubbled over the rocks. He dropped my hand, leaving me standing in the middle of the path. Anxiety tightened my chest. I opened my mouth to call to him when another hand engulfed mine.

Large. Smooth. Soft. Unaccustomed to hard labour. This man worked in an office instead of a workshop, building custom woodwork and furniture, like Matt does. Long, smooth fingers wrapped my hand in warmth. Gentle, it tucked my hand into the crook of an arm, leading me forward. Through a creaky door. Up stairs smoothed with age. Into the boathouse. Our getaway. Our playroom.

“Mmm, sandalwood.” I breathed deep. The warm, sensual scent washed over me. “My favourite.”

Desire rubbed my thighs together and Matt’s deep chuckle tingled my nipples. “Oh, trust me, angel. We know.” We? Hot damn, I loved it when he planned playdates for us.

A kiss to my forehead. A tug on my nipple. And a quiet, “Are you ready for this, beautiful?” Then their hands were on me. All over me.

First to go was my flannel shirt. Next, the thin white tank beneath it. My tits bounced free until a mouth caught one and a hand caught the other. I threw my head back, pushing my chest into the hot mouth and pinching fingers.

A hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, baring my neck to my lovers’ two mouths, kissing and nibbling at my skin. Fingers gripped the waistband, tugging my leggings down, over my hips, and off. A collective groan rose as they realized panties were optional.

A soft thud drew my attention as my leggings hit the wall before dropping to the floor. Don’t ask how I recognized that sound. Must be true what they say… when one sense goes AWOL, the rest pick up the slack. I whimpered, arching my back and gripping my lovers’ hair, pulling them closer.

“That’s it, angel,” two fingers thrust into my pussy, curling as they dove in and out. “Give it to us. Soak his fingers. Let us see you dripping down his hand.”

“Oh god,” my hips pulsed in rhythm with the fingers dragging over that sensitive bundle of nerves. My breath hitched. Stuttered. Stalled as pleasure rippled through my body. I giggled at his quiet, “Yes,” of triumph when a gush of desire filled his hand, then moaned as he slurped them clean.

Hands gripped my ass, kneading the cheeks, parting them. Another finger dove into my cunt, curling and pushing, before popping out to push against my puckered entrance. My ass, aching to be filled, pressed back, drawing the finger deeper with each thrust. Until it slipped past the ring of muscle, with a whimper from me and a growl from him.

Scent of my sex permeated the air. Thick as honey and twice as sweet. Wet and hard, a tongue dragged along the seam of my pussy. Twice. My hands flew to the head between my thighs. Fingers gripped and tugged silky soft hair.

“Someone needs a haircut, lover.” The tongue tapped my clit, sending a burst of light behind my eyes. “Oh, sir. Baby. Yes.” I knew this mouth. Loved the way it devoured my pleasure. He licked and nibbled my cunt. Buried his face in my soaked paradise. His lips wrapped around my little nub. He sucked it. Hard enough to arch my back.

Two fingers pinched my nipple with a commanding, “Now.” He tugged and twisted my nipple at the same time the mouth bit my clit. My back arched. I cried out. He hummed and drank my juices down. He kissed my clit and each thigh before pulling away from me.

I slumped back into a warm embrace. Kisses peppered my cheek and jaw. My choppy breaths rang through the room, their beat matched only by my racing heart. I reached up, lacing my hands behind his neck, his cedar and sandalwood scent wrapping around me. I pressed a kiss to his jaw, my favourite place to kiss him. Whispered how much I loved him. Confided how much I loved his surprise. Relished the rough touch of the calluses on his fingers. His fingertips bruised my hips, pulling me back into him, his breath hot against my ear.

“I love you, angel.” A soft, insistent touch nudged my thighs apart while he claimed my lips. Soft, fiery lips blazed a trail from my knee to my hip. “Enjoy, beautiful one.” His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs lazily rubbing my nipples. “I love watching you receive so much pleasure. Such a gorgeous sight.”

Oh, dear lord, I threaded my fingers into chocolate brown, shoulder-length hair and pulled her into my sex. I knew this mouth. Those hands. The love in the heat she breathed across my clit.

“Right there, darling. Right… oh fuck… yes…” A mouth swallowed my words. Sucked in my cries of pleasure when my release burst all over the face buried in my pussy. Squirted down the throat of my college roommate, Sapphia. My first, and longest, lover.

Spent, my knees buckled. My lovers caught me. Laid me down on the bed. Prepared me for the rest of my night. Naked and vulnerable, goosebumps pimpled my skin as aftershocks from my orgasm shuddered through me. Each sharp intake of breath. Every breeze from them to me floated across my skin.

I shivered as something soft and ticklish pulled itself up the sole of my foot and over the top of it. The length of my calf. Up my thigh. The bottom of my other foot tingled as it traced the same path up the other leg. My favourite toy, my feather tickler. I panted as it trailed over my heated flesh. Teased my nipples as knees straddled my head, pressing against my ears. Velvety goodness brushed against my lips and I growled with need. It pushed against my lips. They opened without hesitation.

Thick, long, and delicious, the cock slid between my lips. Teeth grazed the underside. A gasp as it hit the back of my throat. I swallowed the tip, pushing him further into me. His weight shifted. I sensed him grabbing the hand-hewn headboard. Hips rolling, the cock moved in and out of my mouth, gaining momentum with every stroke. He slowed again, taking his cock out until the head rubbed over my swollen lips.

A mouth latched onto my clit. Soft and delicious. Demanding and gentle.

“Sapphia…” I breathed as the cock slid back into my mouth. My breath hitched. My hips bucked up into her face as someone pushed my knees back, massaging my thighs and ass. Fingers kneaded my thick cheeks. A thumb pressed into my dark pink pucker.

A cock, this one longer and — oh my goodness — thicker than the one in my mouth pushed against my forbidden rosebud. It opened without question. Sucked that dick into my ass like someone molded it just for me.

I heard Sapphia grunt and felt her bear down on my clit. Chewing on it like it was a piece of steak stuck to the bone. I’d always loved it when she got savage like that.

I stroked her head. Traced her cheek until I found where her mouth suckled at my clit. She turned her head, pulling my thumb between her lips. Her tongue lapped at my flesh, then nipped the pad of my thumb before moving back to my pussy. A soft mewl escaped me before my lover’s cock sank back into my mouth.

One hand twined with hers. I reached down, past her shoulder, to where my husband thrust into my ass. His long, thick cock never failed to please me. His hands massaged my thighs, one skating up to knead my soft belly. Oh, how I wished I could look into his eyes. I loved watching him while he fucked my ass and Chuck, my stepbrother, fucked my mouth. A whimper of disappointment rumbled the length of Chuck’s cock.

“You need something, angel?” He laughed at me and pulled the scarf from my eyes. “Better, baby?” He twisted his hips, pushing himself down my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, and swallowed. Chuck threw his head back and feathered one hand into my hair. “You gonna take all of me?” He licked his lips, cock twitching over my tongue. “Goddamn, I’ve got a full load for you, baby. Go on, now. Take every drop.”

He pressed into me, cock jerking between my lips, and shot his load - and it was a full one, as promised - down my throat. My lips locked on his shaft, and I milked him. A low groan, “Fuck,” drew my eyes to my husband’s face. He stared at me, swallowing hard as I drank down his buddy’s cum.

“Holy fuck, angel. You’re gorgeous taking his cock like that.” His gaze flickered to Sapphia, still between my thighs. “Does he taste good, my love?”

Once spent, Chuck pulled from lips with a pop and sank onto the bed beside me. He stroked my hair. Kissed my forehead, then my lips. Murmured, “This is what I’ve always wanted from you, baby. Since the day I met you.” His breath tickled my ear. He palmed my tit. Thumbed my nipple. “Look at him watching us. Matt is so close. He can’t wait to shoot off into your ass, baby.”

Matt gripped my thighs tighter. Slapped his hips off my ass harder. His breathing hitched. He panted, then growled and called out, “Jeezus, yes. Fuck,” as he slammed into me one last time. Legs tensed, my husband filled me with his seed while his best friend kissed me and whispered in my ear. I chanted all three of their names as my body convulsed under their attention.

My eyes drifted closed, and I lay there, resplendent in my pleasure. I could feel Sapphia’s cheek on my thigh. Heard her purr when Matt kissed her forehead, then padded off to the bathroom. Chuck placed a soft kiss on my lips, then trailed his appreciation down the length of my body. My eyes fluttered. I smiled as he pressed a kiss to my pussy, then claimed his wife’s lips.

“I love you, Saph,” his whispered endearment made my heart soar. “You’re amazing.” Her eyes darted to mine, and she smiled at both of us. “I need you, baby.”

Chuck moved behind her, pulling her up onto her knees. Playful grin on her face, she crawled up my body and kissed me. I licked my essence from her face. She leaned close.

“Thank you, angel.” Her whisper took me by surprise, but I knew what she meant. She thanked me for loving her. For introducing her to the love of her life. And for accepting her for who she was, kinks and all.

“No, Saph. Thank you.” I put all of that back into my words to her, knowing she understood. She cupped my cheek, and I reached up for a kiss, swallowing her gasp as her husband licked her pussy. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. She trembled and held her breath as he thrust into her.

“Dear god, Saph. You feel heavenly.”

“I bet she does.” Matt high-fived Chuck, laughing as he laid down on the bed. My husband cuddled us while Chuck ravaged his wife.

The sound of sex, of flesh slapping together, echoed around the room. Matt slipped his hand between Saph and me, his fingers gliding through my swollen lips. Two fingers plunged into me, massaging my little bundle of nerves deep inside me. My hips bucked. Saph groaned and thrust her ass back into her husband, then wrapped her lips around my nipple. We moved together in a rhythm from the depths of hedonism itself.

Then, as we peaked, our collective growls and guttural screams wrapped Sapphia and me up in a blanket of pleasure. Sated, exhausted, we cuddled in a heap in the middle of the bed. Matt to my back, Chuck to hers, and us facing each other. Chests heaved. Bodies quivered. Orgasmic aftershocks shuddered through us.

Cuddled close, Matt cupped Sapphia’s cheek and Chuck cupped mine, their thumbs rubbing our cheeks as we smiled in satisfaction.

“Just for you, love.” Emotion welled up inside of me when my husband’s words brushed my ear. Love for this man, and the two bonus lovers in our marriage, overwhelmed me. He always knew what I needed. It had been too long since we’d all been together. I snuggled into his arms and drifted off to sleep, the warmth of my lovers surrounding me.