Chapter 09 - Return To The Cabin
"We need a meeting of the clan!" Phyllis said, rather mysteriously.
"Yes?" I said into the phone, looking quizzically across the room.
"Besides we haven't been to the cabin for an adult weekend for too long, anyway. I feel a longing need for that too."
"Mmmmm, well, that sounds like fun. When?"
"This weekend!" she said, laughing. "Once the mood gets me, I don't like to wait!"
"OK, I think. I'll have to talk to David, but I think it is OK with us."
"Have you heard what the children have in mind?"
" .. Well, let's see,.. ..not sure. What do you mean?"
"I overheard them talking. They are going to ask us,.. .. hold onto your hat,.. .. .. if they can be roommates when they go to State in the fall."
"Ohhh, .. .. no,.. no, I haven't heard that one. Boys don't tell their mothers much of what's going on, I guess. I bit my lip, then sighed resignedly. Well,.. maybe we really NEED a cabin weekend to get David and Mark ready for that one. What does Mark say?"
"I haven't asked him yet."
Hot Tub
Phyllis' invitation to a weekend at the cabin was something to anticipate with relish. Each had been unique. These had become sensuous, wonderfully relaxing departures from the ordinary tensions of life. A pleasure, in other words.
The heavy door banged open before us. Each of us was laden with food and drink enough for a small army as we struggled out of the SUV and along the long porch to the front door. I paused to catch the last rays of sun glinting from a rapidly descending sun as Mark pushed through the door first and switched on the lights.
We put away the supplies while David moved into the great room to make drinks for everyone. Margaritas this time, laced with the best tequila. He busily shook the mixture in a chromium shaker, effecting a professional look and then poured the ice-cold froth into four glasses fresh from the freezer. The glaze of frost and the encrusted ring of salt made an inviting look. We toasted each other, exchanging kisses on the cheek of each member of our four member secret society.
Mark lit the gas-log in the stone fireplace and the chill was soon chased away. I waited for Phyllis to time the entry of her discussion topic of the day -- how to answer when the question of John and Cathy asked to be roommates instead of living in the dormitories. It was a few weeks off, but time had a way of passing quickly.
Our conversation was happy and full of catching up on each other's life and it was easy to put the question off for awhile longer. Phyllis gave a tiny negative shake of her head when I looked questioningly at her. I decided it could wait and we continued our fun until both men looked like nodding off. Mark was first and yawned loudly before kissing Phyllis on top of her head and then walked along behind the couch to press a kiss to the hair of my head too.
"That sounds good to me, too," David muttered, his speech slurring just a little from one too many margaritas.
Sitting up late
Phyllis was in the mood for talk and we continued long into the night. As she came back with a large bowl of hot buttered popcorn, she sat on the couch facing me and slipped her feet under my thigh. She balanced the bowl on my lap and we sat munching and talking. It was a nice cozy feeling for girl-talk.
Finally she leaned back so her head was against the far end of the sofa and I pulled my legs up so we were lying parallel. She idly fondled my toes and I did the same with hers. We continued a languid conversation. Phyllis casually raised her foot over my leg and left it on top of my thigh. Then she did a funny thing, she slipped it between my legs and extended her leg. She pressed against my mound with the sole of her foot and I jumped.
"Oh, sorry!" she said, giggling. "I'm used to doing that with Mark!"
I smiled and went on with the conversation, my hand-holding her foot in place. She struggled for a few seconds, then let me guide her foot back to the soft warmth between my legs.
"Actually, I think I like the way you feel slightly nicer," she giggled.
"Phyllis!" I laughed, and then moved my foot against her pussy as hers was between my legs. "Hmmm, I see what you mean! You feel good too."
We laughed and teased each other about liking girls, but I neither made a move to pull back. It was warm and comforting and I followed her lead as she slowly rubbed my by moving her foot in sensual little circles against the soft lips of my pussy under my pink panties.
The conversation slowed and soon we were talking only about what felt good and what we liked sexually.
"This is lovely, thank you, Beth," she said.
I nodded my head slowly and we grinned mischievously.
Her pussy was soft and cushiony under the arch of my foot. I toyed with her toes pointing up over my mound.
"I'd like to try something. Would you mind?"
"What?"
"This. Slide down toward me, OK?"
Our robes were open wide all the way to the belt and I saw that her panties were white lace with see-through panels. We moved together, our legs still scissored.
"Closer," she whispered.
"OK." I scooched down a little more and I felt my pussy touch the warm flesh of her pussy lips pouched against the tight fabric.
"Ohhhh, Beth. That's... .. mmmmmm. My god! Are you OK with this?"
"Yes, .. .. I... I'm OK, .. .. Phyllis!" my words were challenged by a little gasp.
It was such a sensual feeling. I could sense, it seemed to me, two distinct soft lips against mine. It wasn't just a bump or a soft flat spot, but the clear feeling of two separate lips.. .. ... well, two lips kissing my lips. It made my heart almost stop it was such a shock to be doing this very naughty act.
Neither of us could speak. Phyllis pushed closer and made little fucking movements with her hips. She smiled at me. My eyes were wide open with emotion and the strange new feelings.
"Can you think of anything we can say if one of the men comes out here?" We began giggling to the point that it was hard to stop. Our pussies giggled together. I felt the firm bone of her mound bump my erect clitoris and I slipped my hand under my robe to soothe my jutting nipples.
We lay together like that. Our pussies warmly pressed in a lover's kiss of the most intimate kind. I could feel that we were both moist. The nylon of her see-through panties was really see-through now and I could feel the silkiness of our panties rubbing together in the moisture.
Phyllis held out her hand and I took it and we held ourselves tighter together.
"I think we might have to wake up the boys, don't you?" she said throatily and we giggled some more. Slowly, we parted a little. And then sat up, untangling legs and ending sitting side by side staring at the fire, our hips and thighs touching. Phyllis kissed my cheek.
"Wow, thank you." she said quietly.
"Mmmm, you too, Phil." I said.
She turned off the gas fire and we noticed it was 4 in the morning. It had been a lovely, lovely talk and a lovely experience fondling each other.
We turned out the remaining light and Phyllis took my hand as we crept down the dark hallway to our bedrooms.
The rooms were across from each other and we stopped, still holding hands.
"One more thing?" she whispered. She took my hand and led me to the wrong bedroom. "Let's wake up with ..." she didn't finish the sentence, but led me into the dark where I heard Mark snoring lightly. She turned and squeezed my hand, then kissed me on the lips. I returned her squeeze, questioning if she was serious. We held each other tensely and she nodded her head. I nodded against her cheek.
"Good night!" she whispered.
I slipped under the covers next to Mark and listened as the bed creaked as Phyllis slipped into bed beside my husband in the dark across the hall...
Couples couple in the cabin
I lay there wondering if Phyllis would change her mind and come in to retrieve me from her husband's arms and send me off to David. I wasn't sure what to wish for. The surprise we were visiting on the guys was probably one that they would be glad to accept, but it would be awkward in the morning until we had all expressed our thoughts.
Mark rolled over in his sleep and his arm gathered me in. Phyllis was right; I was going to have to wake him. I felt the dull ache just above my mound; the ache of building excitement without reaching orgasm. I reached down along his body and found the firm warm tubular strength of his cock waiting for my exploring hands. I slipped lower and cupped his balls tenderly, then kissed his chest and rubbed my nose into the musky hair.
His hand slid down my side and fondled my bottom and I pressed closer, enjoying the feel of his hands pulling me close. His hand roamed across the split of my buns and the tickling sensation swept up my spine. His cock hardened under my caress and I moved my fingers lightly over the jutting dick. It was thrilling playing with him in the warm cozy darkness. I examined the big round head with my fingertips and my pussy felt even wetter than Phyllis had left it. My nipples were crisp and urgently needed to be suckled. My fondling his big cock aroused him quickly and his arms pulled me closer, his hips thrusting out to touch me. I put one hand on his cheek and felt the stubble of a day's growth of beard under my fingers. I felt his tongue reach for my fingers and suck them between his lips. His hand pulled my head into his neck, then suddenly stopped and explored my hair. I felt his body stiffen, then his hand slipped down and explored my breast.
"It's me, Mark. Phyllis is with David." His body relaxed, now sure of what his hands had told him. He slipped his fingers into my hair and pulled me close for a kiss again. Our tongues explored and he pressed a raging hard-on against my tummy just above the mound of my pussy.
"Beth!" he whispered. "What?"
"Yes, it's me. We... we .. have the rest of the night. We,.. .. we decided..... to trade... .. Phyllis and I. Is it all right with you?"
He nodded his head against mine and our mouths devoured each other.
"Want me?" I asked.
Again he nodded, still a little confused.
I opened my legs and pulled his cock between my legs and closed around him.
"Mmmmmmmm," I heard him moan. He pushed it further between my legs and I felt the head of it slide along my pussy lips and then against the crease between my buns as he pushed all the way through the valley between my legs.
