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Weekend at the cabin
Jeffery and Andrea invited us up to their cabin for the 4th of July. Their cabin overlooked the entire front range of Northern Colorado. If the skies were free of haze, you could even make out Pikes Peak near Colorado Springs. The view was stunning, and the air was fresh and crisp.
Like most drives to mountain cabins in Colorado, this drive included dirt roads and more switchbacks than you cared to count. Jenny and I drove in silence after leaving the city and enjoyed the scenery as we meandered our way up one mountain to the next.
I slammed on my brakes when I came across a small herd of deer standing in the middle of the road with zero fucks as to be in our way. A few heads swiveled, but any interest in us ended quickly and they returned to eating the plants along the dirt road.
“They’re gorgeous,” Jenny exclaimed. I raised my eyebrow and gave her my WTF look, she laughed. “You’re an ass. They’re beautiful and you know it.”
I chuckled. “I’d rather have that one on my wall.”
She slapped my arm. “You’re awful. You don’t even hunt.”
I honked my horn, and she hit me again.
“Yeah, stop hitting me. Look at them. They don’t give two fucks that we’re waiting for them to finish up their lunch.”
“We are in their domain right now. Let them eat, I enjoy being this close. Damn, let me take a picture.”
Jenny pulled out her phone and started taking picture after picture. When she unrolled the window and stuck half her body out of the car, the buck decided he had enough and lead the does up the mountain and cleared the road.
“Sure, honk the horn and they don’t care… see your face and they run!”
Jenny rolled her eyes and rolled the window back up. “Maybe they just smelled the shit you’re always saying and couldn’t stand the smell when I unrolled the window.”
“Har, har, har!”
Jenny laughed at my obvious sarcasm and gave me the smile that won my heart all those years ago. She was more beautiful today than when we got married fifteen years ago. Her red hair was more auburn today and the skinny, flat-chested, young lady has since transformed into a well endowed full figure woman.
Granted… the breast augmentation helped, but in her defense, they were large while nursing. She just filled them back up. They weren’t porn boobs from the 90s, and most people didn’t even know they weren’t real, but she’s a 34DD and they’re perfect.
“Are you going to continue driving or stare at my chest all day,” Jenny said with an evil grin.
“Hmm. That’s a tough one… do you want to take off your shirt?”
“Pig.”
I grinned.
The drive from our house was only thirty miles, but it took nearly an hour before we pulled up to the security gate leading into their neighborhood. I punched in the code Jeffery had given me and continued for another half mile. The road never improved, but I could tell they dumped gravel on it every so often.
“Wow!”
“Wow, is right! That’s a big cabin,” I agreed.
Their driveway led to more switchbacks, and we pulled up to their three-car garage doors. The cabin was two levels with a large covered porch that blanketed the entire southern face of the home. Calling it a cabin was misleading since it was bigger than our house. Hell, it was bigger than Jeffery’s house.
Andrea came running out of the back door screaming as Jenny and I got out of the car. Jenny joined in the screaming and they collapsed into each other’s arms and bounced around like two teenage girls. It excited Andrea we accepted their offer to visit. We were excited to see the cabin after hearing so much about it, but I hadn’t acted like a .
Jeffery came out and helped me with our bags. Between both of us, we skirted around the ladies and got into the cabin where it was safer for our hearing.
“You have your choice of rooms. We have three upstairs and three down.”
“You have six bedrooms?”
“Slow down, Tex,” Jeffery laughed. “I’m not sharing my bed with you. We have seven bedrooms, four baths and a hot tub on the other side of the house.”
“Right. Damn, Jeffery. I had no idea you made that much money. This is bigger than your home.”
“Which one?” Jeffery laughed at the look on my face. “We have a home in Florida but don’t get excited. We usually rent them on Airbnb. We got it for a steal.”
“Still…”
“I got lucky with my stocks. I don’t make all any more than you. I don’t think, but I began investing in real estate when I was twenty-five. I meant for this baby to be our forever home.”
“What happened?”
“You drove up here. What do you think?”
“Too long of a drive.”
“Got it in one. Andrea still comes up here to clean it up and stay when we don’t have renters, but it’s a little far to commute.”
Jeffery suggested a bedroom for us to stay in and so we carried the bags up the stairs and settled in a room connected to the porch.
“Bathroom is across the hall. We have fresh towels and various sundries. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. We have a little of everything squirreled away somewhere.”
“Thanks, Jeffery. Honestly, it’s more than we expected.”
Jeffery offered his help to settle, but I declined his offer and unpacked what I could before Andrea and Jenny bounded into the room.
“Oh my gosh, Andrea. You have a beautiful home. Thank you for inviting us for the weekend.”
“Anytime. I’m just glad to have company. As much as I love getting out of the city, I miss the company. I’ll let you two get settled. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.”
Jenny was standing at the sliding door looking out and didn’t look back at Andrea while she said the last bit. She missed the look I got from Andrea as she checked me out and gave me a wink. I was a little taken back and left me gaping at her backside as she giggled and wiggled down the hall.
“Did you see this view!”
“Yeah. I saw something…”
We met Jeffery and Andrea at a friend's Christmas party down in Denver. Jeffery was a little over six feet tall and shaved his head bald. I could see that he did it to hide his balding scalp, but he looked good with it shaven. I wouldn’t say he was buff, but he was fit. Andrea was beautiful. Not as pretty as Jenny, but when they were together, everyone’s eyes were on the pair. Andrea was shorter than Jenny at a smidge over five feet tall, olive skin and a bust which screamed boob job. Andrea was born in Turkey, but you wouldn’t think middle eastern just by looking at her.
Jenny and Andrea hit it off at the party and for the previous six months, we’d become good friends with them. Jeffery and I were awkward like guys are when they first meet, but we eventually became friends since our wives were nearly inseparable. Jenny and Jeffery were both into running, which I am not, but that commonality helped us find conversational pieces since I’ve been to more than a few marathons over the years supporting Jenny. I at least understood the sport and even ran in a half marathon a few years back. Never again.
Jenny unpacked her bag and put everything in the drawer and tried to hide the vibrator she’d snuck.
“Whoa! You brought your vibrator?” I stage whispered.
Jenny looked at me as if I was stupid. “Yeah. I’m always prepared.”
I snorted. “I guess.”
“Oh, please… I know you jerk off in the shower all the time. What makes you think I don’t have my needs as well?”
“I get it,” I said, holding up my hands in self-defense. “Sorry I asked.”
“Hey, you two!” Andrea asked as she suddenly opened the bedroom door. Jenny slammed the drawer closed and looked like the cat who ate the mouse. Andrea looked between the two of us and smirked. “Jeffery’s got the steak on the grill. Do you want anything to drink?”
“What you got?” I asked.
“I’ve got whatever you want, Danny Boy.”
Jenny snickered, but I doubt she caught the innuendo.
“Uh, beer?”
“Come. Grab what you want out of the fridge. Jenny, can you help me with the sides?”
“Absolutely.”
The dinner was good. I helped Jeffery with the steak, by keeping him stocked on beer and conversation. We were just finishing up when a phone rang. Jeffery cursed and got up to grab his cell. He was yelling in the other room, but Jenny and Andrea hardly noticed as they talked a mile a minute. After a few awkward minutes trying to follow the women’s conversation without butting in, Jeffery came out of the backroom grumbling.
Andrea looked up, and I saw hurt in her eyes. “No.”
“It’s my job, Babe.”
“But we have guests… Can Luis take care of it?”
“He’s in Vegas. I’m the closest one.”
“But it’s late…” Andrea whined.
“I’ll stay the night in town and be back first thing in the morning.” Jeffery looked at me with a pained expression. “I feel rotten leaving you guys, but I gotta run into work for a few minutes. Unfortunately, it’s impractical driving back up tonight. I’ll make it up to you. Want me to grab anything from town?”
“Grab another Captain,” Andrea mumbled.
“Anything else?”
“… and more wine.”
“White o—”
“Red,” Andrea snapped.
Jenny squeezed my hand as we both felt the tension oppress us.
“Right. Call if you need anything else. Danny, Jenny, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, Jeffery,” Jenny replied. “We still have the weekend.”
“Right. I’ll call in the morning, Jesse,” Jeffery said.
Moments later, the garage door opened and closed.
“I hate his job sometimes. He always does this,” Andrea whined as she grabbed a new bottle of red and poured her and Jenny more wine. “It’s one reason I’m glad you’re here, Jenny. I hate being left up here while he runs to the office.”
“He works a lot?” Jenny asked.
“I can’t remember the last forty-hour week. It’s always an emergency.”
“What does he do?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Something to do with computers. They manage the data for emergency call centers. Something’s always going wrong. People are stupid and they need him to fix it.” She downed the glass and poured herself another. “So, who wants to check out the hot tub?”
“I’d love too!” Jenny yelled.
Andrea stood and wavered a little before steadying herself. “Right. Let me show you where the towels and robes are.” She led us to the hall closet and pulled out two nice terrycloth bathrobes and towels meant for the hot tub. “Shower off first, then go out the back door and to the left. I’ll turn on the jets. If you beat me out there, just lift the cover.”
Jenny and I went to our room and grabbed our swim clothes. Jenny had her tiny white bikini, and I had the ugly man trunks. I sat on the bed and watched as Jenny stripped off her clothes and tied her bottoms. I loved that view every time I saw it.
“Hey, hurry and stop gawking.”
“Mmm, you are beautiful.” I grabbed Jenny by the waist and pulled her onto the bed, rolled over on top, and assaulted her nipples.
“Stop… OUCH!” She squealed. “You’re a brute. Stop it, we gotta hurry.” Jenny pushed me to the side and I let her squirm out from under me. “You are so bad.”
A robe hit my head as she quickly secured her bikini top and ran towards the bathroom. I swatted but missed her round ass and fell back onto the bed with a painfully throbbing cock. “Damn,” I muttered.
Jenny only took a few seconds in the shower and poked her head back into the room on her way outside. “Hurry up, Mister. I’ll be in the hot tub.”
I pulled off my shorts, grabbed my trunks, threw the robe on, and walked out of the room towards the bathroom. Whoever designed the bathroom did a nice job. The walk-in shower had glass from wall to ceiling, three-quarters of the length of the back wall. A concrete stone bench sat on the right, next to hooks for robes or clothing and shelving for more linens. There was a rain-shower shower head overhead and a hand-held nozzle attached to a chrome vertical bar. Overall, it was a nicer shower setup than ours at home.
I had just turned the shower on when the door opened and Andrea walked into the room with more towels.
“Oh!” she squeaked when I turned towards the noise. She was staring at me with more lust than appropriate and I highly doubted she entered the room on accident. My erection had just deflated, so my cock hung long and low at the moment. “I am so sorry, Danny.” She said the words but never lifted her eyes to meet mine.
“It’s all right, Andrea. I’ll finish in a minute. Jenny is already out there.”
Andrea looked up and met my eyes. “Right… okay… mmm… right…” Andrea licked her lips. “I’ll see you out there.”
She left, and I quickly turned the temperature down to subzero. The heat from her eyes nearly made me cum. I closed my eyes as my breath caught and I gasped a few times as the cold water took my mind off of Andrea and sex.
I couldn’t help but feel guilty as I walked out to the hot tub. I’d been faithful to Jenny throughout our entire relationship, but for some reason, I felt like I just cheated on her.
“Hey there, Sexy! Took you long enough,” Jenny yelled at me when I rounded the house and came up to the hot tub.
“Sorry, I had to take a cold shower after you fled from me.”
“Fled? Please,” Jenny said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Then to top that off, Andrea came into the bathroom ‘accidentally’ and ogled me.”
“Ogled?” Jenny burst out laughing.
I chuckled. “Close enough. I think she might be a tad drunk.”
Jenny snickered. “Ogled,” she rolled the word off her tongue like a lover's cock. “I’m sure it was innocent.”
“Right, and I’m a black man with a giant cock.”
Jenny laughed and came over and sat on my lap once I got into the water. “Well, you’re wrong on both counts, Tiny Tim.”
“Hey!” I attacked, and she screamed loud enough for Andrea to hear as I tickled Jenny relentlessly.
“Hey, you two! You’re having too much fun without me,” Andrea said from around the corner.
I looked over to Andrea and took in her fully nude body, holding three beers in her arms. My sudden pause in action and stare attracted Jenny to pull away from me and look at where I was staring.
Jenny gasped. “Andrea! OMG! You’re so beautiful!”
I broke my gaze from Andrea and looked at Jenny a little confused.
“Thanks, sweetie. Why in the world do you still have your suit on? It’s just us girls.”
“Hey!”
“And the boy-…”
“Boy-?” I griped as I turned back towards my indented seat.
Andrea set the beers down on a table outside the pool and slowly climbed into the hot tub. I couldn't help but notice her smooth kitty and tiny waist. Once in the tub, she turned around and deliberately pointed her pert ass towards me as she bent down further than necessary to grab the beers. I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my throat.
Jenny swatted my chest and glared at me. “Thanks for grabbing some beer. I prefer liquor, but—” Jenny said before being interrupted.
“Oh, I can go get some.”
“No…,” Jenny grunted in frustration as Andrea pointed her ass towards Jenny and began climbing get out. One leg up on the edge and fully exposing her tight lips to both my wife and me.
“I’ll get it. Stay seated,” Jenny said, glaring at me and getting up. I broke eye contact first before Jenny got out of the tub. “You have any rum?”
“Next to the fridge, first cupboard to the left. I think we have a full bottle.”
Jenny walked away. It was obvious to anyone with a brain she’s upset and wasn’t hiding the fact. When she walked around the corner of the cabin, Andrea let out a low whistle.
“She’s a little more upset than I thought she’d be.”
“You thought she’d be upset and still came out here Full Monty?”
Andrea giggled. She’ll be all right. It’s not like we didn’t discuss it beforehand. It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up.
“What?”
“What?” Andrea asked with a smirk.
“What did you discuss?”
She giggled again. “You are naïve, aren’t you?”
Jenny saved me from more embarrassment by coming around the corner with a bottle of Captain Morgan, which wasn’t full, three shot glasses, and not a damn thing on. Andrea giggled at my expression. Damn, Jenny was fucking sexy as hell.
Jenny followed the same process Andrea did and bent over properly to raising my cock to full mast. The difference was that Andrea leaned forward and engulfed Jenny’s nipple into her mouth as it was dangling inches from her face. Jenny’s breath caught, but she didn’t move away until Andrea unlatched. Jenny stood in the middle of the hot tub showing me her full body and slowly handed me an empty glass.
I took it and watched as she handed one to Andrea. She then poured Andrea and me a couple fingers' worth of rum. “To independence and freedom!” she said, holding her glass high above her head. Without waiting for us to all repeat her toast, she threw it back and drank it all in one go.
The move nearly knocked her off balance and Andrea reached up and grabbed her ass to keep Jenny upright. Jenny righted herself, but Andrea kept her hands on her ass long enough that I noticed it was too long. “Thank you, Sweetie.”
“Anytime,” Andrea winked at me.
Jenny sat down next to me and started pouring herself another shot and I took the bottle from her. “Slow down, Jenny. Let the last shot settle. There’s no need to throw up in the hot tub.”
Jenny glared at me for a brief second, then nodded. We had the rule to stop each other before either of us got too drunk to remember anything the next morning. I stood up and put the bottle back on the table and was surprised I wasn’t molested while doing so. However, when I sat down, I felt Andrea was undressing me with her eyes.
“You have a great view here, Andrea,” I said, then realized the double entendre. “I mean, the valley below is beautiful from here.”
Andrea smirked, and Jenny’s hand reached over to my dick and squeezed. Since the jets were going, Andrea couldn’t see the play in the water, but by the look on her face, she understood what Jenny had done.
“It’s why we bought it. I come up to get away from the city all the time. We had a heard of elk up here last weekend.”
“That’s cool,” I said.
We continued small talk, but Jenny stayed silent and busy. Her hand hadn’t left my cock alone, and she was stroking it and keeping it hard. I tried to think of things other than the fact I was in the hot tub with two gorgeous women, but the hard-on prevented rational thought. I was careful not to drink my rum too quickly. After a half-hour, Jenny became more relaxed and frisky, slipping her hand down my shorts.
“Danny boy, your shorts are in the way,” Andrea said. “I can hardly make out what Jenny is doing to you.”
I coughed. Jenny didn’t pause and tried to take my shorts off without me even standing.
“I—”
“Come on! Don’t make the girl do all the work. I want to see what I already know you have.”
“Jenny,” I implored.
“Stand up,” Jenny whispered.
I did. Jenny yanked the shorts down to my knees and my cock slapped her in the face.
“Mmm, I stand corrected,” Andrea purred. “Danny is a man with a massive cock.”
Jenny took my cock into her mouth and worked the head with her tongue. I closed my eyes and sucked in my breath. My eyes flew open when I felt hands on my balls. Jenny had moved away far enough to allow Andrea to have access.
“Um—”
Jenny pulled my cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. “Shut up, before I change my mind.” Without further hesitation, she pulled Andrea into a passionate kiss.
That was all it took. I shot my load and the first squirt landed on Andrea’s cheek; the rest went over both of them in one fashion or the other. The only other time I remember shooting my load without direct stimulation was during the wet dream phase of my teenage years. Granted. Jenny had been teasing me for half an hour and then sucking my cock, but I wasn’t anywhere near close enough to unload.
Andrea licked some cum off of Jenny’s face and Jenny returned the favor. Jenny smiled at me as she licked the cum off of Andrea's cheek. “You taste yummy, Danny.”
I let out a short snort, “I’ll take your word for it.”
“Danny, Danny, Danny, you should have waited your turn. I guess now, you need to help me with your wife,” Andrea said in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
Before I could do anything, Andrea guided Jenny to a spot in the tub that seemed perfect for what happened next. Jenny sat on the edge with her legs spread while Andrea and I took turns making my wife cum. The orgasms were small at first, but between Andrea’s attention and mine, Jenny started convulsing before I had to stop or have my head popped like an overly ripe zit.
I extricated myself from her vice gripped legs and watched as Jenny’s legs spasmed for minutes after we had stopped our play. Jenny eventually recovered and slid in the water and gave me a passionate kiss. We were lip locked long enough that Andrea felt it necessary to clear her throat.
“Your turn, Jessie,” Jenny said in a shy voice.
Andrea didn’t hesitate and hopped up on the edge of the tub and spread her legs wide with zero inhibitions.
“Jessie, um… I’ve never done this before.”
Andrea closed her legs and leaned forward and gave Jenny a kiss that rivaled the one Jenny had just given me. When they broke apart, Andrea put Jenny’s cheek into her palm and Jenny purred. She purred. I knew Jenny loved me touching her face, but purring? Not once, in my memory. Andrea must have seen my thoughts run across my face because she answered the silent question.
“It’s all about timing and gentleness. You’ll learn,” she said. “Jenny, you’ll do amazing. Danny will help you, won’t you, Danny man,” she winked at me.
“If Jenny wants me too.”
“She does so stop being daft and help your wife if she needs advice. Otherwise, shut up and please me.”
Andrea assumed the previous position and Jenny went to town. The first few licks were tentative, but liquid courage and mind-numbing orgasms brought out a side in Jenny I doubt either of us knew about. For the next ten minutes, I watched while Jenny pleasured her best friend. Jenny impressed me since I don’t think I’ve ever spent that much time pleasuring a woman without the need to rest my tongue. Once she pulled away, Jenny practically shoved my face into Andrea’s pussy.
I knew girls all looked a little different down there, but I did not realize they tasted so different. I’ve been with other girls and gone down on them, but never like this. Not within minutes of each other. Andrea was delicious in a way that I can’t describe. Tart, but sweet. I guess the differences between Jenny and Andrea would be like trying to describe the differences between a pineapple orange and a mandarin orange. Different, but similar and both are delicious.
We lost track of time and orgasms as wave after wave of juices spilled into Jenny and I’s mouth. My cock was nearly bursting by the time Andrea begged us to stop. Jenny pulled away and started kissing Andrea in hard, desperate kisses. Andrea broke free and bent Jenny over the side and pulled my dick, thus me, forward to penetrate my wife. I nearly lost another load, but bit my cheek and kept myself erect.
With slow, even strokes, I fucked Jenny for five minutes straight. She begged for me to speed up, but I never gave her the satisfaction. The torture was worth it as she clamped down on my cock and spasmed the length for an uncomfortable amount of time before I pulled free.
“My turn, big guy.”
Andrea bent over the side and looked back at me expectantly. I moved forward but paused. Jenny came next to me and sucked my cock clean. “Go ahead,” she said barely above a whisper. “Show her what I already know.”
I didn’t need more encouragement. I slid my throbbing cock into Andrea. Her glorious cunt was wet and tighter than Jenny, but very ready to receive me.
“Oh. My. God. You’re thick.” Andrea let out in grunts. “Wait.”
I paused, unsure why she told me to wait.
“Okay. I’m ready, but take it slow at first. You’re a little thicker than I’m used to.”
Slow? That’s exactly how I fucked the first woman since I married Jenny. I could not speed up without blowing my load anyway, but I took things painfully slow. On my fifth thrust in, Andrea screamed out and shook. Jenny reached over and held Andrea while the orgasm ripped through her. They pushed me back a little while the two of them made out. I slowly slid my cock out once she relaxed her hold and began the process again. However, this time Andrea came after a dozen thrusts. Jenny went back up on the edge, and Andrea began pleasing my wife.
After a few more agonizing minutes, Jenny looked at me and winked. “She’s ready. Make her scream your name, Baby.”
I hurriedly slammed my cock into Andrea. “GOD! DAMNIT! HOLY MOTHER OF—”
I slammed into her again, and she screamed out my name. “DANNY! Harder… harder!”
My balls tightened and damn near made juice from squeezing my grapes too hard. Grape juice. The stray thought made me laugh as I pounded Andrea like I hadn’t pounded a woman before. I was damn near crying from laughter when I finally blew a load so large it immediately started spaying out back at me as I thrust.
I pounded five more times before the pain and weariness forced me to stop. I don’t know when Jenny came around to watch, but her face was there to lap up the cream coming out of Andrea once I pulled out. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
I sank into my tub seat and watched as Jenny lovingly cleaned up Andrea as she barely held herself up. She stayed in the doggy style until Jenny finished, then turned around and kissed. Jenny broke free, and they both opened their mouths to show my cum on their tongues.
“God, that’s hot!” I chuckled.
“I can share with you if you want,” Jenny said with an obvious impediment as she held my cum inside her mouth without swallowing.
“No. I’m good.”
She swallowed and licked her lips. “Your loss.”
“Oh, baby. I never lost a damn thing. That was…”
“Mind-blowing,” Andrea suggested.
“Mind-blowing,” I agreed. Andrea and Jenny came over and sat on my lap while we watched the sunset below the horizon.
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