Midnight Fire

Diana sat on the couch with her legs outstretched over Justin's lap as she scrolled through her Spotify playlists looking for something they'd both enjoy. The Bluetooth speaker next to them was playing some LoFi station Justin had found earlier when they were playing cards. It was day two of their annual mountain getaway and the couple had booked the same cabin from the year before, a quaint two bedroom space with wonderful front porch views of mountains and valleys stretching out for miles into the horizon.

As they sat together Diana laughed to herself as she recalled how tight Justin' hands were on the steering wheel as he slowly drove them up the mountain. 'Its much colder this time babe, what if there's ice?' he had remarked. 'Awww does my Southern city boy need this Yankee to drive us? Is my big daddy a wittle bit scared?' she said poking fun at the small but exaggerated regional differences between them. By late afternoon they had arrived and quickly unloaded the car as the temperature outside had dropped to well below freezing. Justin had started a fire while Diana unpacked their things, putting his clothes in the dresser for him as she knew he liked to fully unpack on 'trips longer than four days' as he always said. After the fire came to life the two of them cooked dinner together in the kitchen sharing laughs and kisses the whole time.

The couple spent the morning of the second day exploring the woods behind the cabin hand in hand. The frozen 45 minute walk was spent in either complete silence with the only sound being their footfalls on the frozen ground or the two of them sharing their ideas for a dream vacation home in the mountains. They returned to the cabin and Diana went inside to prepare warm drinks while Justin started a fire in the fire pit. Diana returned with her arms full, two tall thermoses and a bottle of bourbon tucked under one armpit and a bottle of whiskey under the other. As they sat outside cuddled up together with a blanket thrown over them Diana finished two cups of Irish coffee and Justin threw back three cups of hot tea with bourbon. With warm hands and even warmer faces plus a quick smoke, the two frozen lovers retreated back inside the cabin.

Diana went to the bedroom to change clothes while Justin turned his phone back on to check for any important missed calls or texts. Once he had finished checking his work emails he turned his phone back off and began to make hot chocolate for them both. Diana returned to the room as he was finishing up and walked to the edge of the counter and stood waiting for him to notice her.

"Still thirsty?" She asked after clearing her throat to get his attention.

Justin nearly knocked his cup over doing a double take at his wife. Diana stood at the end of the counter to his right wearing a candy-cane striped onesie and even from across the room he could smell whatever perfume she put on, knowing it would also aid in getting his attention, and getting her everything she wanted.

"I was thirsty, now I'm hungry." Justin exclaimed with his eyes as big as the cups he was preparing for them both.

"Hmmmm I bet you are big boy, but there's more babe." Diana said with a sly grin. She turned around and poked her butt out at him and wiggled, the backside of her onesie had a large flap over the butt with snaps along the edge of the rectangular shaped piece of fabric. Justin hurriedly cross the room and grabbed a handful of her ass and felt that she wasn't wearing panties. Even in this weather she was still freaky and he loved it.

"Apparently we both are looking for some hot chocolate." He said, taking her by the waist and pulling her butt into him and kissing her neck.

"Come on big daddy, let's go to the couch." Diana said.

Justin followed behind her with a cup in each hand and sat them down on the end table to the right of the couch. He sat down, but Diana was still standing and looking at the fire in the fireplace. She turned around to face him and reached her hand out to stroke his beard.

"You need marshmallows for your hot chocolate?" She asked.

"Uhhh sure, but I didn't bring any." He replied with a confused look on his face.

Diana turned back around and slowly popped the snaps one by one on her backside until her skin was fully exposed. She knelt down on the rug in front of the fireplace, her feet next to his.

"Come get them." She said.

Justin initially thought she was referring to her ass as the marshmallows until he was halfway to the floor and realized he saw three large marshmallows wedged between her cheeks. His cock throbbed against his pants at the sight. He got down behind her on all fours as well and buried his face in her soft flesh and pulled the first marshmallow out with his teeth and ate it. Diana chuckled ad wiggled her butt against his nose and leaned forward arching her back seductively. Justin lowered his face until he was nearly under her and ate the bottom marshmallow. He grabbed the sides of her ass and rubbed all of her thighs as he ate.

"Did Big Daddy save that one for a reason?" Diana asked teasing him.

"You know full well I did and why." He responded.

Justin knelt back down and pushed his face between her cheeks, spreading her open and licking all along the hidden parts of her along the way. The last marshmallow was nestled tightly against her pink asshole and he had to work his tongue in circular licks to loosen the sticky confection from her skin enough to suck it clear of her body. The last marshmallow was heaven. The sweet taste of the marshmallow, the familiar essence of his wife's juices mixed with the delicious tang of her asshole had awoken something in him, just as Diana had planned.

Justin moved back and pulled his pants and briefs down to below his knees freeing his cock that was straining against his underwear, yearning to be free. He took his swollen brown dick in his hand and started pumping it, rubbing precum all over his head as he buried his face in his wife's ass, his tongue searching for his wife's asshole.

Diana gripped the rug and moaned. She could feel Justin's tongue circling her asshole and giving the tight bud the occasional lick as he devoured her. His beard tickled the tender flesh and she licked her lips in anticipation of everything to come. Her left ass cheek shook gently and she looked back over her shoulder to see his shoulder bumping against her ass as he jerked off while tossing her salad. She nearly screamed when his tongue pushed past her tight pink ring and inside her. Diana didn't know what was hotter, the fire roaring a few feet in front of her face or Justin eating her ass with such fervor she could have sworn he was searching for something inside her.

Her nipples hardened and with one hand she reached up to alternate squeezing each nipple. She felt Justin' tongue pull away from her and readjust. The next sensation she felt was his index and middle finger slowly rubbing circles on her clit. Her body responded to his touch by pushing into his hand to increase the contact and pressure of his fingers on her.

"Babe you taste so fucking good." He said behind her.

Diana felt her hips gyrating against his hand as if they had a mind of their own, wanting his fingers to bring her to orgasm. She could feel how wet he made her and wanted nothing more than to submit to him however he wanted her to. Beads of sweat gathered at her temples and she pondered if it was the proximity to the fire or all of the action happening in between her legs and her increased heart rate. Whatever the cause she knew she'd be a mess by the time it was all done. 'Sweat, wet, and cum' he'd always say. 'I'll get you wet, make you sweat, and make you cum and then daddy will get his last' he'd always say. So far he was one and a half for three and she knew he'd always finish the job whenever he started. Her mind snapped to the present moment as Justin moved his hand back and forth over her clit at what felt like a lightning speed, a fire burned hotter deep inside her that needed somewhere to go, she needed a release and could feel it coming soon.

Out of nowhere she felt a familiar sting on her ass and time must have been distorted with all of the pleasure he was giving her clit, because the sound of the slap seemed to come a second later -- or maybe her brain was so wound up she didn't process the sensation and the sound at the same time. Smack! This time she yelped and collapsed on the floor face first and sucked on her index finer and moaned.

Diana spread her legs as far as the onesie would allow and felt her husband's thumb push inside her pussy, followed by the sound of Justin' pulling his thumb out of his mouth and slowly sliding the wet digit in her asshole. His right thumb inside her, his index finger rubbing her clit, and his left thumb in her ass was too much. Diana moaned into the carpet as her thigh muscles contracted, she held her breath and rode her orgasm until the feeling subsided, but he continued to rub her clit until she had came twice more.

Diana grabbed the flap that was dangling between her legs and pulled it down trying to give Justin as much access to her as possible, though she didn't need to. He would always find a way inside her no matter what she wore. Lunchbreak at work wearing scrubs during a backseat quickie? One leg out of the pants with one leg in the air and the other on the backseat of the car with his cock pounding her so hard her head hit the door behind her. Tight bridesmaid dress at Hadleigh's wedding? Dress pulled up her hips as far as possible with Diana's face pressed against the bathroom mirror at the reception hall with his hand covering her mouth as he fucked her so hard her back ached for three days. It never mattered what she wore, Justin could and would always find a way to get his cock inside her.

Pulling on the flap must have worked because the next thing she knew he was pushing her legs further apart stretching the fabric to its limit. Without warning in one quick motion he thrust inside her and she screamed. The scream didn't even sound like her, Diana didn't recognize her own voice as he slid himself inside her with one quick motion. Her pussy squeezed his cock with each slow thrust inside. This was her favorite part, the slow strokes of his cock when he was at his hardest due to pleasuring her, but it didn't last for long. She felt him grab both sides of her ass, pull her cheeks apart, lean over her and push her face into the rug and her mind went blank as he pounded her.

Everything was on fire now. Diana could feel the heat from the fire on the crown of her head, her cheek was burning as it rubbed back and forth against the rug, her knees burned from the same thrusts, and her hip bones ached from being spread for so long and Justin slamming his cock in and out of her.

"Take!...It!...Babe!" Justin said in between thrusts.

Diana squeezed his cock and came again, the sensations were so strong she could almost cry but instead she just screamed over and over and over.

"AHHH! AHHH! AHHHHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHHH! Unnnnhhhhhh daddddyyyyyyyyy." Diana moaned and screamed on Justin' cock.

He looked down between his legs and could see his wife's ass rippling with each thrust. Each time he pulled out her cheeks would spread open ever so slightly giving him a view of her perfect asshole. It called to him for his tongue earlier, now the pink eye was begging for his cock. He pulled out and lined his cock up to her asshole and slowly pushed in.

"Mmmmmnnnnnnnn." Diana moaned into the carpet.

"Does daddy ever have to ask?" He teased her.

"No...ba--no baby." Diana spoke into the rug.

Justin grabbed a handful of her hair and gently twisted the locks around his fist and pulled her up from the carpet. Her back arched towards him and she felt him reach around and unzip her onesie. He released her hair and Diana balanced herself on each hand, pulling each arm out of the onesie and pushing it off her shoulders. Her tits now exposed, they began to bounce as he fucked her. Without pulling out Diana felt the arms of the onesie being tied firmly around her lower back in a knot.

Justin pulled out of her ass and slid back in her pussy, she felt him grab the knot he made out of her sleeves, holding onto it like reins in his left hand. In his right hand he grabbed a fistful of her hair again and began pounding away at her so hard she closed her eyes and the world went blank.

Diana stared up at the buck mounted over the fireplace as that was the only place her eyes could see with her head pulled back so far. She closed her eyes and gave in, her pussy wasn't hers anymore. It was his. His to touch, suck, fuck, his to do things she wouldn't dare do with anyone else. His prick was just in her ass and now it was in her pussy again and all she could do what was take it. She bit her lip, knowing all she could do was ride the wave until her husband decided to finish.

Diana could feel drops of sweat dripping on her back as he fucked her in front of the burning fire. She was so wet they both could hear the sound of his cock going in and out of her. Justin released her from the grip he had on her hair and she felt his hand slowly slide up the right side of her body and around her until he was rubbing her tit and pinching the nipple in between her fingers. Justin quickened his pace and intensity and Diana wondered how much more stamina he had left because her body felt spent. It didn't matter because the fucking continued all the same.

Diana glanced over her shoulder at him and noticed he was staring at the clock across the room. At first she wondered if he was bored but minutes later she realized he must have been timing himself or preventing himself from finishing for either his pleasure, hers, or both. Either way, her body began to ache inside and out. He would either have to cum or she would collapse face forward and either pull away from his cock or find his cock still lodged in her as she pounded her while she lay face first on the floor. Whatever happened next she knew it didn't matter, Justin would fuck her however he wanted and how for long he wanted. She was his for the taking and big daddy always took what he wanted.

Once more the intensity of his thrusts increased and she knew he would be there soon. Quietly she hoped he would too as her body reminded her that through the pleasure there was also pain. Diana closed her eyes, bit her lip, pushed her ass back onto her husband matching his thrusts and just like the "good girl" she always received when he was in his Dom mode and had just fucked her throat, she resigned herself to let her Big Daddy take her for as long and as a hard as brown dick could manage.

She was a mess, a cum-filled mess in a puddle of sweat. She could feel Justin's hand on her stomach as he spooned her from behind. Diana's head rested on his arm and her sweat was soaking his shirt. Her nipples were hard and exposed as the top half of the onesie was still tied up in a knot behind her, and the bum flap remained open.

The cool air of the cabin chilled her skin where the cum seeped out of both of her holes. Diana had blacked out right around the time Justin had started cumming in her pussy and then shoved his cock in her ass to finish shooting rope after rope inside her. She moved her hand to touch his, she rubbed the smooth gold of his wedding band as he inched closer and pulled her body closer to his. 'The Afterglow' was what he renamed aftercare to, and she loved it. No matter how softly they made love or how roughly he fucked her she always found herself safe in his arms afterwards.

Justin got up and grabbed a blanket and two pillows off the couch and covered the two of them, even by the fire the cabin was still cold as the evening drew near.

She felt like a sweaty, dirty mess but knew if anyone loved her in any state, it was him. Her eyes grew heavy and the last thing she remembered before falling asleep in his arms were the soft kisses he placed on her wet hair and his soft lips on her ear lobe whispering, "You will always be my everything."

Justin woke up first and realized the cabin was colder than it had been when they went to sleep. He slowly rose as to not wake Diana and checked the thermostat and saw it read a chilly 60 degrees, he adjusted the temperature hoping the cabin wouldn't take long to warm up. He returned to her and admired her body as she softly slept on the floor. Her long brown hair gathered behind her head, the curve of her naked waist, the smoothness of her snowy white skin on her back and her exposed toes, there was nothing more perfect nor beautiful than her.

He knelt down beside her and gently intwined his fingers with hers and kissed her on the forehead. Diana silently stirred beneath and turned over to face him moving the hair out of her face and smiling at him with her eyes still closed. She stretched her arms wide and let out a yawn, opening her eyes and grabbing his face pulling it down to hers for a sloppy, wet kiss.

Justin helped her to her feet and untied the sleeves of her onesie at her lower back. She stood in front of him as he caressed the side of her hips, ran his hands over her belly and up to her breasts, repeating the motion over and over as Diana rested her head on his chest. She turned to face him and kissed him once more before retreating to the bedroom to shower and change clothes. Justin added logs to the fireplace after knocking off the smoldering remains from the log holder. He was about to clean up the room when Diana called out to him from the bathroom. Duty called and he happily dropped the blanket onto the couch without folding it back to join his wife in the shower.

After they had finished showering two went about their evening together with the temperature continuing to drop even with a fire going. They had both mentioned the colder temperature after their shower and quickly dressed to stay warm. Justin checked the thermostat again and realized the temperature had remained the same and knew something was wrong as a cabin that size should warm relatively quickly. Cold and frustrated, Diana called the owner of the property who advised he would get someone to come check the unit as soon as possible but that it might be early the next morning if he couldn't get someone out there that evening. They resigned themselves to spend the evening by the fire and come bedtime would add blankets to the bed and wear another layer of clothes if need be.

As evening turned into night and no sign of the property handyman, the two agreed to break their rule about electronics and decided to watch TV to distract them from the cold. After the first movie ended Justin bundled up and retrieved more firewood from the back porch and stoked the fire back to life with new logs. The two started another movie and returned to cuddling together without a care in the world. The night was far spent and Diana had begun to yawn before the halfway point through the film. Justin got up and placed the blankets they had brought with them in front of the fire to warm them up and returned to the couch. The moment he sat down Diana resumed reclining on his chest, grabbing his arm to wrap tightly around her.

The credits rolled on the second movie and Justin was ready for bed, Diana had been softly sleeping for half an hour with the covers pulled up her to chin and Justin' hand under her shirt resting on her stomach. Diana woke up to Justin squatting on the floor at eye level calling her name as he slowly brushed stray hairs out of her face.

"Thermostat says it's 49 degrees in here now but I'm sure it's colder in the bedroom. I've already made the bed for us, let's get in before it gets too cold." He said.

Diana leaned forward to kiss him and got up and followed him to the bedroom. She smiled at the room he had prepared for the cold night. The small space heater he wasn't supposed to bring to the cabin was oscillating on the floor a couple of feet away from Diana's side of the bed. Justin had already changed clothes and Diana quickly followed suit, slipping out of her pants and into flannel pajama bottoms, swapping her sweater for a long sleeve shirt and putting on a pair of fuzzy socks. They both had dressed to stay warm but also not so warm as to not wind up sweating from all of the added layers.