When life becomes too stressful, Janine and I take a week off, pack up the Jeep and head to our cabin by the lake to take a break from life. Long days of hiking and nights beside cozy campfires allow us to let go. And, of course, if Dean and Misty are there, fucking is also part of the lineup!

When we pulled up to the cabin during our most recent outing, I saw Janine craning her neck to look around to the property two plots down.

“Go out and check,” I said, nudging her playfully. “No use breaking your neck over it.”

She laughed softly, grabbed my face in her hands and laid a big fat kiss on me.

“Be right back,” she told me.

I was unloading the car when she came bounding back like a puppy. Her cheeks were flushed, yet her freckles still stood out.

“They’re here, I take it,” I said.

She gasped and asked, “How did you know?”

I laughed out loud and told her, “You look thrilled, my love. I can tell.”

“We’re going to have drinks after the sun goes down,” she said.

I reached out and pinched one of her incredibly erect nipples. Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she suddenly looked extra horny.

“You’re not looking forward to it, are you?” I teased. I pinched her again and then slid my hand into her leggings. My fingers went right to her hot, wet pussy. She was drenched. “No, not excited at all,” I added.

She swatted me playfully, then said, “Come on. Let’s go grab something to eat and then shower. I’m starving, and I’m dirty.”

“My favorite combination,” I joked.

Inside the cabin, we popped a frozen pizza in the oven and hopped in the shower together. I lathered her up, and she reciprocated. We fooled around, touching each other and pushing each other well past the horny stage. But we purposely didn’t get each other off. We wanted the grand finale to be later with all four of us paired off in the big main room of Dean and Misty’s cabin.

We wolfed down our pizza with glasses of wine and watched the spectacular sunset. It was gorgeous in its own right, but it was especially satisfying because it meant the sexy festivities were about to start.

Someone banged softly on our door and then we heard Misty giggling.

“We’re coming!” I said.

“Not yet, but soon!” Misty’s voice called out.

Janine started laughing, and we put our dishes in the sink. Then she gave me a kiss and said, “Let’s go get our kink on.”

I followed her. Misty was standing by the door. She grabbed our hands and led us toward their cabin.

“Dean is making some sort of new mixed drink concoction,” she shared. “In case we want to get a buzz on first. I told him that he didn’t need to do that. This group is always ready to get right to the fucking!”

Misty was a chatterer. She liked to talk. But when she used that same mouth to suck my dick, it was an epic experience.

She must have read my dirty mind because she squeezed my wrist softly and started to walk even faster.

As we hurried to Misty and Dean’s place, I could hear the lap of the water on the dock. I took a deep breath of lake air. Somewhere a bird cried out in the night, sounding like a forlorn woman.

Misty swung open the door to the cabin, and we headed inside. Dean turned and gave us a hearty hello. He offered us cocktails, and we each took one.

“Give ’em a swig,” his wife said. “And then let’s get on with the show.”

She was raring to play, and I appreciated that. As for me, I wanted to slide into her slick, tight pussy. She was always an amazing lay.

We each sampled Dean’s sweet concoction. It definitely packed a punch, and in no time, Misty was unbuckling my pants.

My eyes darted to my wife, who was being undressed by her strapping lover. Dean was kissing and caressing her—and she was loving every minute of it.

The sight of them fooling around gave me an instant hard-on. Misty wrapped her hand around my rod and gave it a friendly stroke.

“I’ve missed your dick,” she said.

I slid my hands beneath her shirt and groped her tits. I cupped her cans, and she sighed joyfully. I pinched her nipples, and she growled. I pinched them harder, and she broke free from me, dropped to her knees and wrapped her wonderful lips around my straining cock.

I was a man torn. I wanted to watch Misty’s painted pink lips wrapped around my meat. But I also wanted to gaze at my hot wife. My slutty sweetheart was sprawled on a leather loveseat as Dean held her thighs wide and ate her pussy like his life depended on it.

He didn’t waste any time.

Misty let her talented mouth roam a bit lower. She licked the base of my cock then swept her tongue over my balls. She drew them into her mouth, one at a time, sucking softly and making me lose my goddamn mind.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I said, resting a hand atop her head.

My eyes strayed as I heard Janine groan. Dean had plunged a few fingers deep into her pussy as he continued to dine on her snatch. She was bumping up her hips in an effort to gain more friction against her clit.

He was evading her, teasing her, and for a brief moment, I delighted in her delicious torture.

Misty rose and quickly shed her clothes. In a blink, she was standing there, bare-ass naked and rubbing her own clit.

“Are you gonna fuck me, big man?” she asked in a saucy tone.

I was indeed going to fuck her.

“You bet,” I replied.

I grabbed her by the hips and walked her back until she hit the arm of the sofa. She was a petite thing, so when she jumped up and sat on the overstuffed arm, her feet lost contact with the floor. She quickly took advantage and wrapped her supple legs around my waist.

My throbbing cock pressed against her center. I felt her heat and her wetness. I held her arms, and she leaned back just a bit. I slipped my hand between us and slid my dick into her slippery pussy.

“That’s the sweet stuff,” she said.

Her eyes closed as I rocked into her. I held her there on the edge of the sofa like a trapeze artist. She raised her hips and pushed forward to get me in deeper. She squeezed her pussy around my dick and said, “Right there!”

It was too good, and I groaned out loud.

I heard my wife hiss and moan. I snuck a peek and saw her body bucking in a way that told me she’d just climaxed. Her orgasm had brought red blooms to her cheeks. Her long hair was mussed in the most arousing way.

Dean murmured something to her, and after a few beats, she turned over on the loveseat. Lying horizontally on the cushions, she stuck her ass in the air as he climbed in behind her. Then he was plunging into her, fucking my wife with hard jabs of his dick.

Misty clenched her pussy around my cock again, quickly drawing my attention back to her. She winked, letting me know she’d done it on purpose. Then she snuck a glance at her husband reaming my wife. She grinned, clearly liking what she saw.

“Put me on the sofa,” she said. “I want you on top of me.”

I stepped back and let her slide off the arm and onto the cushions. She worked her way back by using her elbows. When she was splayed there, she raised her shapely legs in the air, pointed her toes and spread her thighs wide in a “V” shape. She crowed, “Ready!”

I couldn’t help but smile at her. Then I pushed my way between her fantastic legs and slid back into her slippery warmth.

Misty swiftly bent her legs and pulled her knees up, giving me full access to her cunt. Though she was pinned beneath me, she bucked her body as much as possible, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her hand wriggled between our bodies, and I felt her stroking her clit as we screwed.

I nuzzled the side of her neck and gave her a little bite. That sensation always ramped her up and sometimes got her off.

“Do that again!” she demanded.

I did, nipping the same sensitive spot. But this time, I did it just a bit harder, using more teeth. She shuddered beneath me, and I liked it. I licked a hot line from her neck up to her jaw. Pistoning my hips, I plunged into her as deep as I could, and I bit her earlobe.

I felt the intense rippling of her inner muscles gripping my cock as her orgasm hit. I hissed between my teeth and let myself settle on her fully. As my upper body mashed against hers, I felt her breath hot in my ear.

Misty clamped her hands onto my ass, squeezing my rear and urging me on. I was right there, so close to shooting my load, when two things happened simultaneously. She gripped her pussy tight around me again—intensifying everything threefold—and I heard my wife moan like she was about to come once more.

I braced my forearms against the couch as Misty nibbled my lower lip. I gave her one final thrust and then lost it entirely.

She hummed softly in my ear, again squeezing my ass with her small but strong hands.

“It’s always fun when you’re here,” she said. “We always have the best time.”

To accent this sentiment, she bumped up her hips, and I felt my cock stir ever so slightly.

We managed to right ourselves in time to watch the grand finale of our spouses.

Dean was fucking my Janine furiously. He was holding the lovely flare of her ample hips as he did so. She had her eyes shut, and her mouth screwed tight as she concentrated on her impending climax. She released another deep moan that seemed to touch my soul, and then her body shook and pleasure claimed her. She took a moment to bow down to that sensation. Her upper body was nearly flat on the loveseat, and her amazing ass was still high in the air as Dean lazily fucked her.

She broke free, climbed to her feet and pushed him back. He sat there, legs splayed, smiling slightly as she dropped to a kneeling position and lowered her mouth onto his cock. My wife sucked and licked until Dean lost his cool and shot his load all over her face.

“God, I love when you guys visit,” Misty said.

I nodded in agreement. So did I.