Day One: Welcomes
The drive to the chalet, a Swiss-style vacation home in the Pacific Northwest, was wonderful. Connie lay back on the reclining front seat of their Escape, drowsing in the early afternoon sun. Her window was cracked slightly open, and the sweet scent of the recent showers wafted in, mingled with the aroma of fresh greenery and one of her favorites, the smell of the rain evaporating from the two-lane road they meandered along.
Her husband Sam navigated the unfamiliar road well. Sam was practically a fanatic for safety and smooth travels, and Connie could well imagine that he had rehearsed the road while gazing intently at the roadmap he'd purchased the day before their vacation. She turned in her seat, pretending to be asleep still, and looked at the westerly sunlight catching his profile and his chestnut hair. Not for the first time, she was grateful for him, and his offer for the vacation.
Connie was beautiful, sexy, and Sam often wondered what wonderful thing or things he had done to be rewarded with her presence in his life, and his ring on her finger. Married for only a couple of years, both had suffered through marriages that had at last become unbearable. Their meeting was, to his mind, a miracle comparable to the parting of the Red Sea. He would not have been very surprised to know that Connie thought much the same about their relationship.
By the time they reached the chalet, nestled in a private little court off the main road, the sun was dipping down towards the mountains. Night came early here, both because of the latitude and the time of year, and it would likely be dark by five-thirty.
Parking in the driveway, they heard the comforting crunch of gravel under the tires, as Sam turned in toward the carport. Snow lingered on the curbs from a flurry a few nights ago, and they hoped that the timing of the next snowfall would be more convenient.
Sam kissed his wife awake, running his fingertips and palm over the front of her blouse, a rose-colored affair with a scalloped collar and lace at the hems. Her nipples awoke quickly, stiffening under the blouse and her brassiere. He kissed her on the mouth, and she parted her lips, darting her tongue into his open mouth. A smile spread slowly across her lips, and she was careful not to let it tighten her mouth too much, because of all the things Sam and Connie did well together, kissing was one of her favorites.
"We need to go inside, Sam. Make sure he's on his way." Sam's only answer was a series of kisses on her neck, running up to her earlobe, which he darted his tongue around.
"I know, babe. Hard to keep my hands off you, though, or my cock in my pants, when you're next to me. I was tempted to pull over and ravish you on a side road, and wake you nicely."
Her laugh was deep and genuine, another of his favorite things about her. "Babe, we have all week, even after the weekend. Besides, I'd like to not start too early."
His face took on a slightly serious, but playful, look. "Thinking of backing out, sweetheart? If you want to, it's okay. It's always been okay, and up to you."
Connie smiled and kissed Sam lingeringly on the lips. "I'm a little nervous. Yeah. But you'll be there, and you offered to do this with me, for me. Wouldn't be fair to back out now, would it?"
They got out of the car, and Sam popped the rear hatch open to fetch their luggage and the groceries they had picked up just out of Portland at a Fred Meyer. The wind, heavy and crisp with a hint of snow, whipped up, lifting Connie's skirt past her thighs, as she darted up the steps to the deck, and the front door, laughing. She fished the keys out of her purse, and had her phone in her hand even before the door shut behind her.
Sam wrestled the suitcases into the front hall, and went back for the two boxes of food, carrying them into the kitchen. Setting the boxes down, he looked around the vacation home for the first time since seeing it online. It had two stories, a main one where the kitchen, living room, and a large oaken table perched, and three bedrooms and a shower upstairs. On the other side of the level, across an expanse unadorned by walls, was the huge four-poster bed, several quilts folded at the foot of it on top of a cedar chest, according to Sam's instructions to the leasing office, secured with a "special rate" that he knew would be worth every penny. The bed was already made, and he knew without checking that the extra towels he'd ordered were in the bathroom. Sam had put special attention on the other preparations, and hoped Connie would be as delighted as he'd hoped when he'd paid extra for the...extras.
Connie's voice rose happily. "Great! So we'll see you in a few! 'Bye, Will!" She swirled into the room, grinning ear to ear as she started to help Sam put away the food. It was more than they would need for a week alone, but there was always the weekend. She continued beaming, happy and very much anticipating the evening Sam had offered her.
The hiss of gravel announced their visitor's sports car, a dark blue Japanese compact with just the right amount of flair on a budget. The man who exited and walked up their steps was lean and wiry, coarse black hair combed in an immaculate part, and wearing work clothes, a flannel shirt and blue jeans. Connie flung open the door before his second knock hit the wood, and threw herself into his arms. "Will! So good to see you again! We're just about to start dinner."
Will hugged back, just a little less eagerly, unspoken questions written on his face. When she introduced him to Sam, he seemed to warm slightly, but still seemed a little unsure of whether he should be here at the chalet.
Connie had never met Will face-to-face, though while they were both alone and hundreds of miles distant, they had become close friends over the internet. After some time as friends, trusting each other with their secret needs and desires, comparing notes on how awful the dating scene was, they admitted they both wanted each other badly.
Their first phone sex session had been fantastic, a bold release of the tensions they had held back with others, but no longer with each other. They had exchanged semi-nude, and then fully naked, pictures, and she had spent many evenings alone in the house listening to Will jacking off for her, and she had done the same for him. She cared for him, and she admitted as much to Sam, though never as much as she loved Sam. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered how he would respond to what she and Sam would propose to him over dinner.
Dinner was a simple affair, salad and a salmon fillet grilled in butter and thyme. They chatted about nothing much, and Sam noticed that Will still seemed perturbed at his own presence there. As the last of the dishes were washed and laid in the rack, she sat down at the table, waiting for Sam to join them.
He spoke first. "Will, Connie's told me a lot about you, and how the two of you were close a few years back."
Will arched an eyebrow, but only inclined his head, waiting for the next words.
"Well, Will, she really likes you, even after we've gotten married. She's always wondered what would have happened if the two of you had actually ever met. I wonder, too."
Connie broke in now, excited. "So, Will, what Sam's saying is he...offered to have you visit, and to...join us."
Now Will looked very surprised, but, remarkably, less uncomfortable now. "Join you? In bed?"
