Every year, twice a year my husband and two of his friends have a tradition of going to the hunting cabin for the weekend. Now I don't particularly mind it, especially since when he comes back from the cabin we've been apart long enough to be horny. I know that at least twice a year we'll have sex all night long. Of course I'm no fool, I know that some of his moves that he seems to have discovered over the weekend come from the porno tapes the guys watch after a day of hunting or fishing. Although I don't understand why, it seems to be a guy thing to watch the movies us women would never let them have around the house (though occasionally I enjoy watching on the infrequent childless nights).
As he packed for this year's trip he seemed more excited than usual. Every night for a week we were up late making love. One day after work he picked me up, told me he had a babysitter for the kids and took me out for a night on the town. We lived out his fantasy of me dressing sluttish in public. We stopped at the lingerie store to buy a clingy low cut blouse, a much too short skirt, his favorite color of red lace bra- which he insisted had to be only a half-cup style even though my 44 dd's clearly did not fit. (Although I was back to my pre-child figure, somehow the boobs stayed extra large much to Mike's pleasure). Dinner was wonderful, throughout the evening he found all sort of excuses to feel my breasts and even finger my pussy at the table while the waitress was taking our order. Even better was the number of men who deliberately stared at my open blouse, easily catching a glimpse of my nipples every time I moved. Mike loved it. However he didn't notice that some of them gave me their numbers. I felt guilty for keeping them, especially the tall cowboy at the bar who I kept brushing against when I went to get some drinks, but I knew I wasn't really a slut, I was just playing one tonight. Maybe later I would throw the numbers away. The night ended with us at a cheap motel, it seemed like every room was filled with sounds of sex. We caught a glimpse of a gorgeous stewardess going into the room next to us and could hardly control ourselves as we heard multiple male voices then the definite sound of her pleasuring the entire flight crew. As I drove the babysitter back home later that night I was still so horny that I wanted to tell her exactly how the night was when she asked, but I contained myself until I dropped her off then I fingered myself until I came while parked on the side of the road.
As the day for his trip approached we continued to have great sex. Always good at telling me stories, and getting me to tell my own, Mike relived the night out with all sort of variations, including imaging going to the adjoining room to join the flight attendant. We used all my toys, sometimes I would even imagine another man fucking me while the vibrator buzzed inside me and I sucked my husband's cock. I knew I would miss him over the weekend and sometimes thought about the phone numbers I kept tucked away in my drawer. But I knew I would never call any of those men, it is the thought that counts.
Unexpectedly my parents came to town the night before Mike's trip. They wanted to spend some grandparent time with the kids and seemed to expect me to be gone for the weekend too. That's when Mike told me that he had arranged for me to go with him to the cabin. He explained that we'd have a private room and that I could rest, read books, or whatever while the guys went hunting. He hinted that undoubtedly the presence of two guys that he knew I found attractive would add to our sex lives. He almost seemed to know that sometimes I thought about Frank and Joe, especially after the weekend when we went with their families to the beach. All weekend I watched them, and their beautiful wives walk around in swimsuits. I especially enjoyed watching Frank because he always seemed to have a hard on that he could barely keep out of sight. But what secretly most turned me on was Frank's wife Nancy. I am certainly not a lesbian but there is something about her body that I can't keep out of my mind. Her small breasts, firm ass, soft lips and long hair made me think dirty thoughts.
A weekend in the mountains sounded fun, some rest, maybe some flirting, and who knows maybe Mike and I could get away for a little outdoor sex. I packed quickly but noticed that Mike added the red bra and matching thong to the suitcase. Obviously his mind was not totally on fishing.
It was Mike's turn to drive up the cabin. We picked up Joe first. When Joe kissed his wife goodbye I almost thought she gave me a little wink. Personally I would have told Mike to stay home if I knew another woman was going to the cabin but she seemed to expect it. As Joe settled in the backseat of the crew cab I remembered the night we had kissed after drinking too much. It didn't go too far, he felt me up like nearly every man I kissed, but we knew it couldn't go any farther than that.
Next we picked up Frank. I got out of the car to talk to Nancy while Frank loaded his suitcase in the back. Before I got back to the truck Nancy gave me a hug, a little closer than she had ever had before. I could feel her firm breasts pressed against mine and briefly considered kissing before I remembered my husband in the car.
Just before I got into the front seat, Frank Jr, came running out of the house with his duffle bag. Obviously the years on the swim team had done him well, his shoulders were broad and strong under the tight t-shirt he was wearing. He stuffed the bag into the trunk then asked Mike where he should sit. Before he could say anything Frank said that he had to sit in the front claiming that Jr got carsick in the back. I halfheartedly complained that I also got carsick if I can't see out the windshield. Frank and Joe quickly agreed to "let" me sit between them. As I squeezed between the two men I was aware that my pussy was getting warm.
The car ride was fairly uneventful. There were a few jokes about stopping for a sandwich. Frank said that we already had one in the backseat. The idea of being a sandwich between Frank and Joe made me a little wet. I hoped I could calm down before the next stop or I might be embarrassed I thought to myself. Mike constantly checked the mirror to be sure everyone's hands were kept to themselves. Most of the time they were, although both Frank and Joe found an occasional excuse to cop a feel. One time I fell asleep and when I woke up I felt Joe's hand high up on my thigh. I let him keep it there for awhile, even turned a little bit towards him so that the top of my shirt gave him a clear view down my cleavage.
We got to the cabin late in the evening. While the others unloaded the car Mike wrapped his arms around me from behind, squeezing my breasts in each of his hands. He kissed my ear and asked if I was having a good time and if the men had been gentlemen to me. I assured him that I was and that the men were just fine. After dinner and a few drinks I was tired. I said good night to everyone and gave Mike a hug. The other men complained that they didn't get a hug, playfully whining about it being unfair that their wives weren't there. With the drinks and my horniness I barely objected to hugging them. Jr's hug was especially close. Through his jeans I felt a solid lump against my hip. He was definitely an 18 year old with a constant hard on.
I heard the men put in a video which I knew was a porno. At least they had waited for me to leave the room I thought as I got into bed. I used the moans on the tv to cover my own while I fingered myself and rubbed my nipples.
An hour later Mike came to bed. As he undressed next to me I moved to the edge of the bed. I grabbed his waist, turning him towards me. As I pulled down his underwear I found he was already rock hard. I never so badly wanted to suck him in my life. We tried to be quiet as he gently held my head to his swollen cock but before long I could hardly contain myself, making him fuck my mouth and then my tits and then my mouth again until he came on my breasts.
Thinking he was done for awhile I started to get up to go to the shared bathroom but he grabbed me by the waist and laid me in bed. He pulled down the bottom of my pajamas and without a sound began to lick my pussy. I came several times, muffling my groans with a pillow. When he finally entered me with his cock I was amazed at how long and hard it felt. We soon moved to the floor so the squeaky bed wouldn't give us away. I lost count of the number of times I came but it was well past midnight before we fell asleep. Mike's online order for Viagra sure was paying off. The next morning didn't start as early as I expected it would. The men were going to go fishing but it was well after 10 before they left. What was especially odd was that each one of them had to take a shower before they went fishing. It was while Jr was in the shower that I saw the bathroom door didn't shut all the way. I caught a glimpse of him as he got into the shower, he was still hard. I heard that a constant hard on could be dangerous but I knew Mike wouldn't understand if I offered to help Jr with his problem. Oh well, I would have time today to fantasize.
When the men finally left I put on my old shorts and t-shirt that fit far too tight for modesty. I planned on reading on the deck and catching up on some sleep. About lunch time Frank Jr. came back. He had caught a couple fish and wanted to put them in the fridge. I hadn't expected the men back until evening but was glad for the company. It was getting boring around the cabin by myself. I offered to get Jr. something to drink. He sat on one of the stools at the kitchen bar. I sat in the stool next him, feeling a little flushed with him in the cabin alone with me. I knew the t-shirt was nearly see through, revealing the low cut bra that Mike had also packed. For some reason he had pulled out all of my practical bras and panties and replaced them with half-cup and lacey bras and thongs.
Today I opted for no panties. Flirtingly I stretched my legs out onto Jr's stool, wrapping the around his legs. I knew this exposed most of my leg and probably made it evident that I was bare under the shorts. I was glad that Mike had convinced me to shave my pussy, leaving only a little hair at the top. As I drank my water I let drops of it fall down onto my shirt like I was one of those women on tv. Not exactly a wet t-shirt but it focused Jr.'s attention on my breasts.
I slid out of my stool and stood to his side. I began rubbing his shoulders pretending I just wanted to help him fish better. He turned towards me and I positioned myself between his legs. Leaning in I kissed his lips, lightly at first. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer, our chests touching. I pressed my tongue into his mouth while pressing my crotch against his.
