This is the first portion of my version of Amber's Birthday Weekend. It takes place after the events of writerinabox version of Neighborhood Chronicles (be sure to check it out, it's really good).
I make no claim to the characters or world which were created by AvidReaderNoviceWriter. This is just a fun project and writing exercise and I've gotten permission from the original authors to continue the story. I've done my best to try to keep the spirit of the original and the characters, but obviously I'm a different writer and have a different style so please don't expect a one to one comparison with other authors and their writing style.
Please enjoy and look forward to more coming as soon as I can :)
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Neighborhood Chronicles AU Extended - Amber's Birthday Weekend
Treat Hill's Cabin
Friday Afternoon
Bill and Amber pulled up to the picturesque cabin that sat on a hill beside a sparkling blue lake. Down the hill, there was a dock with a small sailboat and a boathouse painted red and white like a classical barn. The cabin itself was a two-story log cabin built in the last few years for rental excursions and Airbnb's. It had all the modern conveniences, but with miles and miles of trees and emptiness to give perfect privacy. The front porch circled the entire cabin, the awning painted green, awash with fallen foliage.
When they had looked up the cabin, they'd been impressed with how large it was. Four bedrooms, though they only needed two, a massive fully equipped kitchen, living room with big screen TV and satellite reception. There was a jacuzzi on the enclosed portion of the porch in the back, as well as spacious bathrooms with glass showers and jetted tubs. The view it had was breathtaking no matter what time of day, and it simply screamed comfort and peace and luxury.
"Well..." Amber let out a sigh, staring at the cabin. "Here we are." She turned to Bill and brushed back some stray strands of her blonde hair. "Still feeling okay?" Her cheeks were slightly pink with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
Bill took a deep breath, hands still on the steering wheel. "Yeah..." He swallowed nervously. "Yeah."
Amber put a hand on Bill's arm, rubbing up along his bicep under his t-shirt sleeve. "Hey... Remember. We talked about this. Be honest."
For a moment, Bill just stared at the steering wheel. The silence of the lake and the forest surrounding them gave him both comfort and a sort of chill. Like the feeling someone gets when they think they are being watched. Were the trees judging him? Watching as he was about to take another huge leap in his marriage and their new... dynamic?
Over the past weeks leading up to Amber's birthday, Bill and his wife had discussed this weekend at length. Detail after detail. After their anniversary, things had truly changed. There was no doubt in their minds that the didn't want to stop with Jack. They wanted to continue. With Jack. And with Stacy. The experience was just too potent, addictive, to let go. And now that they'd talked and worked out some of the wrinkles that had arisen after they'd first started, it was becoming even better.
Amber had been seeing Jack almost every other day, usually after work. They weren't going to rearrange their schedules for this new lifestyle, and Bill and Amber had decided that the things she'd done with Jack in the past were too risky. Sex at work. In public. Those activities needed to be kept to a minimum and planned.
That was another thing they'd agreed on. No surprises. At least, no ones that didn't involve Bill being aware or involved. They were going to be open and honest about everything and Bill was never going to be left in the dark again.
However, that didn't mean he was going to see or know about everything Jack and Amber did. He may know that they were having sex, but sometimes denying him the details and the visuals was part of the fun. Bill had been resistant to admit it at first, but after some sensual prodding from his wife, he'd come clean that it was arousing to know she was doing things with Jack but not getting to see it or know all about it. The mystery was part of the fun.
Now they were here. This weekend was going to be... interesting. Bill didn't know everything that was planned. But what they did know was that Amber had wanted to take things a little further. To push the bounds of this new lifestyle they were stepping into.
Cuckold hadn't been a word they'd used more than a handful of times. But this weekend was about diving into that experience more thoroughly. Amber wanted to be the Queen taken by the Barbarian Conqueror. She wanted Bill, her wonderful, glorious, amazing, king, to sit on his throne and watch as his queen was defiled. Used. Taken from him in every way he could imagine and some he couldn't. Bill may rule the realm, but Jack commanded the queen.
Amber had explained this to Bill and he understood, for the most part. And he couldn't deny he liked watching Amber be taken. That her naughty, dirty, humiliating words had an effect on him he just couldn't fully explain. But now she wanted to push things further. Up till now, she'd been doing it all for Bill, always talking to him in the videos or while having sex with Jack in front of him. Except when Jack had taken her that night of the football game. She remembered that. And it thrilled her. Just Jack and her. Alone. Bill asleep and everything they did was for their own perverse pleasure.
She wanted that level of intimacy again. So, this weekend Bill was truly going to take on the role of a cuckold. He wouldn't be allowed sexual contact or gratification with Amber or Stacy. At least, that was the plan. Jack was the 'Alpha'. He was the man that was going to get all the attention, and the girls were going to do whatever he wanted. Bill wouldn't have a say. In fact, Amber had told him that sometimes he wouldn't even get to watch. Or even listen. This weekend was about her. Not them as a married couple. It was about her as a woman. A queen. And she wanted the barbarian to have his way.
Bill sucked in a slow breath and then turned to meet Amber's blue eyes. "I'm okay. Really." He said, though it wasn't all that convincing.
Amber upped Bill's cheeks in her hands. "I love you." She said firmly. "If at any point this weekend you doubt that, you look at me and you ask, 'do you love me' and I'm going to answer, 'I love you.' It doesn't matter what state I'm in, I'll say it." She was deadly serious and her face was a mask of sincerity.
Bill smiled and nodded, a bit of the tension in his chest and arms relaxing. He let his hands slip from the steering wheel. "Okay."
"And you remember the safe word, right?"
"Cupcakes." He said, chuckling as his wife grinned back at him.
For a moment, Bill took in the sight of her. She was dressed in a very nice, form fitting, blue sundress that clung to her curves nicely and accented her lovely breasts and ass. He put a hand on her bare knee and squeezed. "I love you."
Amber nodded. "This is your last chance. When we get out of this car..." She cleared her throat, her cheeks blazing pink. This whole weekend had been her idea, but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous about it too. "When we get out of this car, Jack owns me. Owns me and Stacy." She put a finger on Bill's nose. "You're not getting anything this weekend. Definitely no sex of any kind in any hole. You're just.... A spectator."
They both chuckled at that last bit.
"I'm going to belong to Jack and do whatever he wants. This whole weekend. From the second we step out until Sunday night when we get back in this car. Understand?" Her hand rested on Bill's thigh and squeezed, then rose a little higher, grazing the outline of his semi hard cock. "You're going to be all alone this weekend when it comes to your... release." She giggled.
Bill let his head fall back in a groan. "I can't believe I agreed to this."
She smacked his arm playfully. "You know I'll make up for it later."
He gave Amber a sidelong glance, but smiled anyway. She'd promised that after this weekend he'd get some similar treatment from her. A submissive wife at home. All his and practically no rules. He was definitely looking forward to that, but before he could get to that moment, he had to go through nearly three days of torture.
"Any other rules we need to go over?" Bill asked as he unbuckled.
"The safe word always applies. And what I said about asking if I love you. But, besides that, whatever Jack says or whatever I say, goes. If we tell you to leave the room, you leave. If we tell you to jerk off then, you jerk off." Amber mused in thought for a second as she undid her seat belt. "We won't ask you anything humiliating, though." She turned to him and ran a lovely blue painted nail along his scruffy jaw. "This weekend you're a cuckold, Bill. And cuckold's don't get to have the kinda fun a bull does. So, I hope you're ready to see Jack in complete and utter sexual bliss." She tapped his nose with her nail and grinned slyly.
Bill nodded, feeling the strain in his pants and the heat in his chest. He was in a paradox of arousal and pain and frustration. Even after over a month of this new dynamic they'd found themselves in and had worked on cultivating, it was still difficult. Jack... well, Jack was Jack. Bill still didn't like him all that much, but he'd come to respect him.
After everything they'd gone through, it seemed that Jack had come to respect Bill and Amber's relationship, even protective of their marriage. If he ever had Amber over for a date, he made sure that she and Bill had a date night after on his dime. And he never skimped. He set them up at fancy hotels, five-star restaurants, he even sent them to a local carnival and bought them so many tickets they were able to ride everything and play every game multiple times with tickets to spare. It was sort of jarring, if Bill was being honest. And though Jack was still a prickly pervert that was less than civil most of the time, Bill was still able to enjoy a beer with him on occasion, sitting by the pool or on the back porch, no Amber or Stacy involved.
