Cabin for Three

I'm fortunate, that, after one failed marriage, to have found "my person". Abby, my second wife, is 11 years younger (than my 46), and perfectly matches my, still considerable, sexual energy.

Let me describe her: 5'11", slender, long legs, mid-length sandy blond hair, blue eyes, a firm B cup, and the type of tiny, tight ass that you want to be close friends with. Adventurous, both in and out of the bedroom, with a wicked sense of humor--I definitely met my match when I met her, and after 15 years of marriage, we're still crazy about each other. Most of my friends say, and I tend to agree, I married out of my league.

One such friend, Luke, whom I've been besties (is that still a word?) with since we were about eight, wasn't so lucky. Luke married Becky young, they raised a wonderful son, and after he went off to college, things changed. We've remained close over the years, but it's always been very apparent that Becky doesn't enjoy my company. We occasionally have dinner and drinks with them, and Abby does her best and gets along with her great, but Becky has never warmed to me.

Despite being on polar opposite ends of the political spectrum--we're liberal atheists and Luke and Becky are quite conservative Christians, we still manage, for the most part, to overlook that and enjoy ourselves. Luke and I take a twice a week walk (gotta keep that heart healthy!) at several local parks, and discuss our live, and marriages pretty deeply.

On a recent walk, he confided in me that he and Becky haven't had sex in almost two years! While Luke said he still finds her attractive, and tries to initiate sex, she has shut him down almost completely since their son went away to college. Obviously, this has caused quite a lot of marital friction between them, and Luke admitted that he has resigned himself to jerking off in the shower once or twice a week. I suggested to my frustrated pal that maybe a change of venue and some scenery would light a spark.

Abby and I own a cabin in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, on a small lake (actually a glorified pond) that's been in my family for years, and we were planning a 5 day trip there, pre-Memorial Day weekend, for a little recharge--campfires, hiking, and quiet excursions on the small boat we keep there. Luke, already familiar with the place since he often accompanied me on family trips when we were young immediately brightened at the suggestion, and said he'd gauge Becky's response as soon as he got home.

In quick order, the plans were laid--Luke and I would make the 2 hour trip in my truck on Friday morning, and the girls, who both had work, would join us that evening in Abby's SUV. With all of us returning the following Wednesday, we were excited for a great trip.

With the truck packed with our gear, plenty of beer, and food, Luke and I set off, both grinning like goofballs, on Friday at about 9am. After an uneventful Spring drive, we arrived at the cabin, unpacked everything and after changing in some shorts and hoodies, decided to take an inaugural hike in the uncharacteristically warm weather. That was when the call came in.

I could tell by the look on Luke's face that it wasn't good news--Becky's sister was having troubles with her husband, she kicked him out of their home and wanted her sister's support, so Becky had to cancel. After the shit week Luke had at work, she wanted him to stay and relax, but she couldn't leave her sister alone with her marriage crumbling around her. The irony wasn't lost on me (and I'm sure Luke as well) that she was canceling on a trip designed to breathe some life into her own marriage in order to help her sister's marriage. A crestfallen, and pissed off, Luke let her know he was, in fact, going to stay, and told her to give her sister his best.

Departing for a long hike around the lake, I tried several times to see if he wanted to talk it out, but Luke was being stoic and quiet until we returned to the cabin for lunch. He told me he was at the end of his rope, and intended to give his wife an ultimatum when he got home. I advised him not to be in a rush to make that decision, and maybe a few days away would change his perspective a bit, Abby and I would do our best to make sure he enjoyed himself. I had no idea how prophetic that statement would be...

Abby arrived with Luke and I about 3 beers deep and grilling some ribs. After a quick kiss for me, and some sympathetic words to Luke, my smiling wife went in the cabin to shower quick and change out of her scrubs from work she works as a nurse). I let loose with a wolf whistle when my beautiful bride emerged 40 minutes later in yoga pants and a loose fitting hoodie of her own, to which she replied "yeah right, I'm dresses to glamorous!" Taking a swig of beer, I pulled her roughly to me and kissed her hard on the lips. Breaking the kiss, she whispered "later Ken, not around Luke, he's hurting", I relented and went back to the grilling and dinner prep.

After a hearty meal, we lit suitable fire, and relaxed around it on folding chairs, sipping beers (wine for Abby) and talking about our jobs and other small talk. Luke filled us in on his son's college baseball prospects, and we joked about everything and anything, whatever to keep Luke's mind off his problems. Despite our efforts, a still glum Luke announced he was going to bed, and shuffled off to his room in the cabin leaving Abby and I alone for the first time since she had arrived.

After waiting until she was sure Luke was settled in and likely in bed, Abby grinned at me across the flames, pulled the blanket in lap aside, and ran her fingers along the crotch of her skin tight yoga pants saying, teasingly, "you know, you can't wear panties with these, unless you want seams showing" and licked her lips. I comically drained the remainder of my beer, stumbled over to her and took her by the hand, anticipating a hot fuck in the cabin. Abby had other ideas, after walking up to the "L" shaped porch, she pushed me against the end of the picnic table there and dropped to her knees. Smiling up at me, with a gleam in her eyes, she undid my shorts and fished my hardening cock out, giving it a few lazy pumps before licking her lips and plunging her mouth down, enveloping me in her wet mouth, sucking and slurping for all she was worth.

In and out she sucked my turgid rod, giving me one of her famous (to me anyways) sloppy blow jobs. I gasped and groaned as she expertly ran her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of my shaft, before taking me balls deep into her mouth again. Not wanting to leave her out, a reached out and slid her leggings down to her knees, wet a finger, and slowly slid it back and forth between the cheeks of her amazing ass, teasing her tight asshole with my thumb and barely dipping my middle finger into her hot pussy. She responded by sucking my cock with even more fervor, using on of her hands to alternate between finger fucking herself and rubbing her clit. It was then that I noticed some movement around the darkened corner of the porch--either it was a very large raccoon, or my best friend had wandered outside and caught us.

Not wanting to draw her attention away from the epic blow job I was getting, I didn't say or do anything to indicate that I knew we were being watched, but I did reach back and spread Abby's ass cheeks apart so that her now soaking pussy, her asshole, and her busy fingers were all on display for our unexpected voyeur. Moaning around my cock, Abby furiously fingered herself to her first orgasm of the night, quivering and going slack between my legs. I disengaged my steel hard dick from her wet mouth, shockingly cold in the night air, smiled down at her, pulled her to her feet, kissed her, and gently laid her down on the vinyl covered picnic table top. Kissing her flat tummy, I deftly pulled her yoga pants the rest of the way down and off, and with her laying on her back, licked my way up her soft thighs to her steaming honeypot. I have never enjoyed eating any pussy as much as I do Abby's, and with the added excitement of my newly discovered exhibitionist kink, I dove right in, licking the length of her shaved smooth cleft and sucking her swollen pink clit between my lips.

Abby moaned and writhed with pleasure, then as she was tossing her head from side-to-side, she froze. She quickly looked up at me, and her shocked expression told me that she had discovered our audience. A sly wink from me, and she melted into a smile as she closed her eyes and enjoyed my oral assault, humping her hips up to meet my probing tongue in an effort to really put on a show. Soon enough, she squealed with delight, flooding my mouth with her second sweet climax, gently shoving me away from her super sensitive clit and raising up on the tabletop on her elbows.

Still breathing heavily, she smiled at me and called out "I know you're there Luke, you may as well come out and get a better view!" Slowly Luke emerged from the shadows, an uncertain look on his face, he started to mumble an apology but Abby shushed him like a teacher correcting a student then turned to me and whispered "are you gonna fuck me? Or just stand there with your dick out?" Biting my lip, I lined my still hard cock up with her slick, tight entrance and shoved in to the hilt. Abby, apparently wanting to put on a show, screamed in pleasure as I pulled back, and then slowly re-entered her inch by inch, building a steady pace. She then blew my mind by turning her head toward Luke and beckoning him over with her outstretched hand.

Like a man in a trance he walked over to the side of the table, where, with another trademark wicked grin, she reached out and grabbed his dick through his cargo shorts. Luke gasped, tried to instinctively pull away, but then came to his senses, and leaned into her grasp, allowing her to stroke his hardening tool through the fabric. Seeing this new side of her turned me on like never before, I raised her feet over my shoulders and drove into her hot pussy with a purpose. Concentrating on not cumming too quickly, I finally looked up in time to see my gorgeous wife finally freeing Luke's raging hard cock from his shorts and taking it into her mouth while he groaned like he was in pain.

I was flabbergasted to see my conservative friend actually place his hand on my wife's head and tentatively start to pump his member into her pursed lips. I couldn't contain myself any longer, this was just too hot, and breathlessly told her "I'm gonna cum". She quickly disengaged from my best friend's cock and mine, flipped around and took me into her mouth as I exploded. Shot after shot of hot cum pumped from my cock into her waiting mouth as she moaned and I roared in ecstasy. Luke, for his part, stood there, still in shock, languidly pumping his still hard dick. Knees weakening I pulled Abby off of my softening rod and kissed her hard on the lips, whispering "I fucking love you!" to her.

She replied "good", walked over to the other side of the table, grabbed Luke by the cock and said "You're not going to waste this, are you?" Luke started to mumble something but Abby skillfully shut him up by bending over the table, and still gripping his dick, rubbed the head of it over her soaking slit, making her intentions very clear.

Snapping out of his cunt struck stupor, Luke grabbed her hips and drove into my wife like a man possessed. Pulling my shorts up. I walked over to watch my sweet bride being fucked hard by my best friend. A quick glance assured me that he was only slightly larger than my standard issue 6 1/2" (admit it, you'd compare too). Abby grunting, managed a barely intelligible "oh my god babe, this is so hot" before dropping her head down and crying through what had to have been her fourth cum of the night. Luke, for his part was muttering "fuck, fuck, fuck..." through gritted teeth as he pounded my sweet wife's slick, tight little hole as he hung onto her hips to keep from falling over and she met his thrusts. Moaning loudly, Abby hissed "cum for my baby, fill me up. I wanna feel you shoot inside me!", and that was all it took for my childhood pal, roaring like a bear (and he may have scared one or two away from the volume) he took one more hard driving thrust into Abby and pumped her full of his seed.

Abby reached back and held him to her upturned ass until his spasms subsided, sighing the sigh of a well fucked woman. Luke almost collapsed on the wooden deck of the porch as his softening cock finally slipped from her swollen, cum filled pussy but grabbed the table to stay upright, knees barely keeping him standing. Abby giggled, jumped up and grabbed her discarded yoga pants and said "see you at breakfast!" before bounding inside the cabin and into our bedroom.

Luke and I just looked at each other, dumbfounded by what had just happened for a few moments, until I finally managed to say "it's gonna be an interesting weekend buddy, fishing tomorrow!" and staggered into the cabin to join my wife in bed.