A wicked wife and her admiring husband come to the aid of their hen-pecked neighbor, offering him the erotic adventure of a lifetime.

It wasn’t much of a couples getaway. Including me and my wife, there were only three pairings, but one of them fought nonstop during the journey to our destination. I dropped my luggage in our room after the long drive and looked at Cecily. “What the fuck?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t know they were like that. Just be grateful we didn’t have to drive with them. We only had to deal with it at the rest stops.”

Our cabins were set three in a row. We were in the first, Melanie and Tom in the second, and the fighting couple, Janine and Brad, in the last. We were casual acquaintances from the neighborhood.

“Right now I’m grateful that we’re not next to them. God knows what poor Melanie and Tom are going to have to listen to.”

Cecily winced and started to hang up her clothes in the closet. “It’s only three days, Mike.”

“Thank the universe for that.” I chuckled and took a short tour of the tiny cabin. The main room was done up in clichéd cabin décor. There was a deep shag rug in front of a potbellied stove. I assumed it was intended to be some kind of animal, but it was definitely a synthetic mass-produced mess. The sofa was comfortable but upholstered with corduroy in varying striations of green, gold and amber. Very 1970s but decent. I spied a small TV and a deer head on the wall, as well as some rustic paintings — also mass produced — and assorted sconces.

The bedroom sported a queen-size bed with a knotty pine frame, more boring paintings, and some kind of mounted taxidermy animal that might have been a jackalope, which made me laugh.

Cecily popped her head out of the bathroom and whispered, “Look at this fucking tub!”

I followed her into the bathroom, clearly the most modern part of the cabin. Instead of wood on the walls it was painted a very pale shade of yellow, almost gold. The towels were plaid — hey, no one’s perfect. And the tub was a deep well of pristine white porcelain that was big enough for several people.

“I can actually submerge all my bits at once,” she said in awestruck wonder.

I had to laugh. The inability to fit in most tubs was Cecily’s biggest bathroom gripe. Being five-foot-nine, she could rarely get everything underwater at once. She always said the same thing, “If my boobs are underwater, my knees aren’t. If my knees are underwater, my boobs are cold.”

“She got her lips nearly to the base of his dick, and then worked her way up.”

“So, what you’re saying is, you can get the tits and the knees underwater at the same time?”

She wrapped her arms around me and pressed herself tight to my body. “Exactly. Do you know what that does to me?”

“I don’t know… Makes you giddy with bathing delight?”

“No. This.” She took my hand, slipped it into the waistband of her low-slung jeans, and then worked it into her panties. Beneath my fingers she was wet. Fuck, she was drenched.

“From a tub?”

“Well, from a tub. From us being alone. And from me being extremely grateful we are not Janine and Brad.”

I worked my fingers into her pussy and felt her grip them tight. I pushed them deeper, curling them a few times, and then painted her own juices over her clit, swirling my finger in circles.

“Get on your knees,” Cecily whispered.

The words alone made my dick hard. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned her jeans. I tugged them down and then swept her black panties down her legs. I pushed my face to her pussy, inhaling the scent of her. I spread her outer lips and slipped my tongue over her clit. I painted elaborate zigzags and circles as she gripped my hair, tugging it so hard my eyes stung. That sensation of pain shot straight down my belly to my cock. I slid my fingers back into her cunt, thrusting deep and then curling them against her G-spot. I sucked her clit and then lapped at it, repeating the act over and over, her favorite motions, until her knees dipped and she came. Her cries were loud in the spacious tiled bathroom.

She tugged my hair once more, and I stood, not needing her to speak. I went to our weird countrified bed and took my clothes off. She climbed on the mattress after ditching her shirt and bra and got on her hands and knees. Her taut ass was bared, her pussy flushed and wet. I settled behind her and slid into her pussy easily. A single hard thrust and I was seated balls-deep, her cunt gripping me like a wet fist. I started to move and could feel her hand beneath her body, toying with her clit as I fucked her.

I licked my thumb and pushed it into her ass. She grunted with abandon, and I gripped her hip with my free hand so tightly I thought I’d leave tiny dark crescent bruises on her skin.

“Harder,” she said over her shoulder. “Fuck me harder!”

I obliged, pounding into her, watching her ass shake, and working my thumb in her back hole as she moaned and stroked her clit. She shoved her body back, tossing her long dark hair, and when her pussy spasmed around me, milking my cock, I lost my resolve and came with a bellow.

We dropped to the bed on our bellies, arms entwined. She turned and looked at me with big green eyes, saying, “You know, I feel bad for Brad.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“If you pay attention, she hounds him. She’s the source of the drama. He’s always trying to be accommodating, and she’s always picking and creating issues.”

I thought about it and nodded. “You know what? You’re right.”

“I think we should be extra nice to Brad on this trip at some point,” she said.

I caught her big grin and the way her eyes flashed. “Do you?” Even as I said it, my dick was getting hard again.

“I think we should soothe some of what ails him. Give him succor. Be good Samaritans.”

I cleared my throat and then nodded. “You have anything in mind?”

“Oh, I do. You up for some fun?”

I shut my eyes and focused on the fact that my cock was as hard as a rock again. I groaned slightly and nodded. “I am.”

“Good. Now roll on your back. Your dick is hard again, isn’t it? Let me help you with that.” I shut my eyes when her hot, wet mouth closed over me…

We had a fire pit the second night. Each couple brought out a bottle of wine and snacks, and we sat around when the sun started to set, watching the bats fly in great swooping waves above the treetops. I noticed that Cecily made a beeline for the seat closest to Brad and engaged him instantly.

We tried all the different wines, and when those bottles ran dry, I went into our cabin for more. When I came back out, Brad and Janine were arguing about the cheese.

“I told you Monterey Jack, and you bought Muenster.”

“You said Muenster.” He kept his voice even.

“I didn’t. I specifically told you… ”

I was tuning her out and watching him. His eyes glazed over, and I had a moment of utter empathy for the man. I hadn’t married a woman like that, but I’d dated a few.

He muttered, “Sorry. I must have misunderstood,” trying to make the peace. But Janine just kept at him.

When Janine ended up stomping inside for a sweater, I watched from the corner of my eye as Cecily ran her hand up his arm and stroked it. She leaned in close and whispered something to him. Then she gave him a discreet peck on the cheek.

I watched for a reaction, and even in the firelight I could see a look of happiness cross his face. It’s amazing what a little bit of kindness can do.

When we returned to our cabin, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her neck. She growled in my ear, and I put my teeth to her throat the way she likes. I gave her several hard love bites, knowing tiny purple stars — barely visible, but tender to the touch — would live there for days.

“What did you say to him?”

“I said that we’d like to have him over, if he could get away for a bit. I told him you were a generous man who liked to share. Especially when someone is getting the short end of the stick. I told him that I’d suck his cock.”

I pushed her leggings down and knocked her knees apart with my leg.

“I told him that you could fuck me and he could fuck me, and it would be lovely and no one would yell or nitpick or criticize.”

I forced three fingers into her cunt and found her dripping wet. “And he said?”

“He mentioned how Janine was supposed to go shopping with me and Melanie tomorrow afternoon, and the men are supposed to fish. I think I’ll have a headache, and you don’t want to leave me alone. And Brad will just have to come up with is own damn excuse for not being available to Tom.”

I grabbed her ass and angled her, thrusting my cock into her abundant wetness. Her breath caught and her eyes drifted shut, and I delivered another sharp bite to her collarbone. It only took a few minutes of holding her to the wall, fucking her hard, and raking my teeth across her skin before she came. And I was right on her heels, picturing my wife sucking the cock of poor harped-on Brad.

When the women came calling for Cecily the next day, I told them, quite somberly, that she’d woken with a terrible headache. They called out their get-wells and went on as easy as you please. The promise of outlet shops was much more exciting than a friend with a headache.

When Tom came by, I told him, “Cec has a terrible headache. Looks like it could turn into a migraine. I don’t want to leave her.”

His face fell, and he shook his head. “You, too? Man, I can’t win today. Brad said he wasn’t feeling well either. I guess I’ll have to go to that bar up the road and have a few drinks and watch the game. Poor, poor me.” He laughed. “Tell Cecily I hope she feels better.”

I promised I would and shut the door. Now we waited.

Cecily walked up behind me and pressed her body to mine. “No issues?”

“Nope. No issues. Brad should be here soon.”

She wore a thin cream sweater and no bra. Her leggings were wine colored, her pretty feet bare. She wore her hair loose and minimal makeup, and she was, hands down, stunning.

When the knock came on the door, she squealed with excitement and clapped her hands. I couldn’t help but laugh because she was so goddamned adorable. “Calm down. Don’t scare him.” I shook my head, still laughing, and opened the door.

“Hey, man. How’s it going?”

“A little nerve-wracking,” he said with a wry smile. “But it’s fine. This was more important than fishing, and I know I’ll need a pick-me-up before Janine gets back.”

“We can help with the tension,” Cecily said, coming up to wrap her arms around him. She gave him a hug, but then again she hugs everyone. My wife is a hugger and very affectionate. “Why don’t you sit? Do you want a drink?”

“Isn’t it a little early?” He smiled.

“Well, it’s noon here — and five o’clock somewhere,” she said. “But if you don’t want one… ”

“Actually, I would like one. Break one rule, break ’em all. I’m not supposed to drink before five. It’s an etiquette thing.”

“Is that so?” She wandered off to get a beer from the fridge. “Whose etiquette?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea. Janice read it somewhere, and it became a rule.”

Cecily tsked, and I had to press my lips together to keep from smiling. “Well, I say break that rule. You’re on vacation, after all. It’s not like you drink at noon every day, right? But when you’re away and having a bit of a break, it seems perfectly reasonable.”

He nodded, guzzling half the beer in a single gulp. First-timer nerves, I thought. But most people get them. I wasn’t worried, though. Cecily would work him out. She had the magic touch. In many, many areas.

She started to knead his shoulders, standing behind the sofa where he was seated. He was facing me, and she gave me a wink and a grin. “I think you just need to relax. How does that sound?”

“I stood so I could catch every lap of his tongue, the circles he drew.”

Poor Brad said good, but the word came out kind of slurred. Like he’d had six beers, instead of a half. He was drunk on my wife. Cecily was better than any booze out there; I knew that for a fact.

After a few minutes, she started to rake her nails across his scalp lightly. His eyes drifted shut, and it gave me a second to study him. His pulse was beating rapidly at the base of his throat. His hard-on was outlined perfectly against the pale denim of his jeans. And from what I could see Cecily was going to be very happy.

When he was relaxed, she walked to the front of the sofa and unbuttoned his jeans. She pulled down the zipper, and he roused himself from his stupor long enough to watch her. His eyes flicked to me for a second, and I smiled at him encouragingly.

She dropped to her knees and fished his cock from his boxer briefs. Then she started to stroke him, her small hand drifting up and down his shaft over and over. His breath caught, and that’s when she went in for the kill, sucking the tip of his cock between her lips and swirling her tongue. I knew what that felt like, and I envied him briefly.

She forced her mouth down his shaft, taking him slowly so he could appreciate the wet-velvet feel of her mouth. She got her lips nearly to the base of his dick, and then worked her way up. She placed open-mouthed kisses up and down his erection, alternating with broad strokes of her tongue. He groaned and put his hands in her dark hair.

I gave her a minute to work more magic, and then walked up behind her. “Up,” I said.

She immediately straightened and put her arms in the air. I pulled her sweater over her head, watching her hair swish with the action. I dropped the sweater on the floor and stepped back. Brad’s eyes flicked to me again, but this time he smiled.

Cecily leaned in and moved her arms to press her breasts together. They were perfect tea-cup-sized tits with rosebud pink nipples at the end. She worked his cock between the dainty mounds of flesh and then started to move so he was tit-fucking her. It took about two seconds before he was thrusting up into her cleavage, eyes fully pinned to the display.

I watched her hips rock with the movement and bit my tongue to keep from interrupting to take off those goddamn leggings.

She finally broke contact and stood. I stepped in and pushed my fingers into her waistband, skating the leggings down her thighs and over her calves until she could finally step free of them. Beneath the leggings she was utterly bare.

“Are you an ass man, a mouth man, or a cunt man?” she asked him, never breaking her gaze from his.

“I… ” Brad looked like his brain had shut down, and he couldn’t choose.

Again, I had to press my lips together to keep from laughing. Poor guy. Poor lucky bastard.

“Any,” he said. “I don’t care.”

“Hmm… ” She turned her big green eyes my way. “Honey?”

“Then I took over. I reached between her legs and slid my fingers into her.”

“Guest chooses first.”

“Janine won’t even consider anal,” Brad said as if he was thinking. But he wasn’t. That was clearly his choice.

“Ass it is, then,” she responded. “But the key to really good anal is getting your lady super turned on. Do you have a way to turn me on, Brad?”

He blinked and then smiled. “Come here.”

She stepped forward, and he used his hands to push her stance wider. Then he grabbed her hips and started to eat her. His tongue was a frantic whirl, he was so excited. I stood so I could catch every lap of his tongue, the flicks and circles he drew. When my cock felt like it was made of steel, I went behind her, wrapped my arms around her torso and cupped her breasts. I squeezed until she gasped, and then I started to pinch her nipples the way she liked. The way that got her off. Softly at first and then hard. Then harder still. By the time she started bucking her hips, I was squeezing them so tightly between my fingertips that my hands began to ache.

She came with a final buck of her hips, her head tossed back and resting against my shoulder.

Then I took over. I reached between her legs and slid my fingers into her from behind. I fucked her slow and easy at first, and then began to massage her G-spot. I alternated thrusting and curling my fingers until a second orgasm struck her, making her body tremble and her breath rush out of her lungs.

“Now she’s ready,” I said to Brad over her shoulder.

He nodded as I scooped up my wife and carried her to the bedroom.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “And what do you want, big guy? Mouth or pussy?”

“Dealer’s choice,” I said.

“Mouth then,” she said. “I want to suck your cock. I want you to come in my mouth… on my face… in my hair.”

A growl escaped me, and I had to take a deep breath. “Whatever you want, baby.”

I laid her on the bed and stacked two pillows in the middle. She arranged herself so that she had her ass in the air. I watched Brad watching her. His eyes were avid, his breath shallow. I opened the nightstand and tossed him a bottle of lube.

“When you think you’ve used enough, use more.”

He nodded, and I watched him shuck his jeans and his sweater. He climbed up behind her and ran his hands reverently across the globes of her ass. “Start with your fingers,” I said. “Open her up.”

He pushed a finger into her ass slowly after coating it in lube. When she pressed back and groaned, I nodded to him. Brad added a second finger slowly, working her ass and watching in awe. When she pressed back for that, I said, “Now your cock.”

He drenched his dick in lube and pressed the head of it to the tight star of her anus.

“Slow,” I said, taking off my own clothes. “She’ll let you know when you can go fast.”

I climbed onto the bed so I was in front of her and ran my cockhead along her lips like I was applying lipstick. She parted for me and sucked the head into her mouth. The thought that his dick had just been in there flashed through my mind, and I grabbed her hair in my hand and slid deeper into the recesses of her mouth.

Brad gasped, and I smiled down at her. “I think he’s in.”

She smiled as much as she could, but her eyes were laughing. She rocked backward to show she was okay with him going fast now. I nodded to Brad, and he understood. He grabbed her hips firmly and started to drive in and out of her. His face was a mask of concentration, his eyelids half shut.

His hips pumped energetically, and I winked at her. “Touch yourself baby.”

She licked her way up the underside of my shaft and teased the tip of my cock with her rigid tongue. Then she drove her mouth down on me again, reaching the base of my dick. I didn’t let my eyes drift shut like they wanted to. I watched. Watched him fucking her ass. Watched him observing the marvel of his dick going in and out of that impossibly tight hole.

All the while I thrust into her mouth, feeling the hollow of her throat, her heat and her magic. She sucked me greedily, breathing deep through her nose. I could see the flex of the muscle in her arm as she stroked her clit.

She stayed there caught between us for who knows how long. It was forever and a second all at the same time. I fucked her mouth, he fucked her ass, and her eyes were shiny with satisfaction. I knew she’d be recalling this event the whole drive home, and God only knew how many times we’d screw afterward, reliving it verbally.

“Fuck,” Brad said. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”

That pushed me closer to my own orgasm — fast. The desperation in his voice and the visual of him reaming her hole.

She heard him, too, and Cecily’s eyes went wide as her hand worked more urgently beneath her body. She came with a cry, but it was corked by my cock in her mouth. Her body bucked and her hair tossed, and Tom groaned, caught up in the tornado of her pleasure. He let his head tip back and growled at the ceiling as he climaxed.

I lost my battle and came, as well, pulling out midway to paint her face and her hair, as requested. I wanted to give her what she wanted. Because she always gave me what I wanted. Her love. Adventure. Torrid times with browbeaten men that we could recount for years to come. Pulling the memories out like little treasures of when we were young and wild and in love.

“Happy?” I asked her.

“I’m always happy when I’m with you,” she said quietly so only I could hear.

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