The Cabin

This story is a sequel to

Halloween Tryst

. Be sure to read that to familiarize yourself with the characters. All constructive feedback is appreciated. I hope you enjoy.

Previously, you read Steve's account of what transpired on Halloween night. What Steve didn't know, was that while he was getting a lap dance in the living room, his wife was getting into her own mischief in the bathroom. Here is what was happening while Steve was too distracted to notice.

"Chloe, truth, or dare?" Erin asked

Chloe wanted to have a bit of fun. She didn't know what that entailed just yet, but she knew what she needed to do to help make that happen.

"Dare." Chloe responded confidently.

Chloe wasn't the only person who was looking to blow off some steam and have fun.

"I dare you to shake your ass in Chris' face for at least 30 seconds." Erin dared her friend.

Chloe was wearing tight red and blue hot pants that weren't much more than a pair of boy shorts. She'd had a jacket that went with her Harley Quinn Halloween outfit, though she'd ditched it after the guests had left, leaving her in just the shorts, a t-shirt, and her studded choker.

Chloe, never being one to back down from a dare, was on her feet and closing the space between her and her best friend's husband without a second thought. She spun on her heel in front of Chris and bent forward, pushing her ass back towards Chris' face, who stared wordlessly around the tight round ass of the woman he'd been checking out the whole night.

Chris had always had a thing for his wife's childhood best friend. He'd never done anything to act on his feelings, but he had checked her out every chance he got since his wife had introduced the two of them. On more than one occasion she had been the star in his masturbatory fantasies. And now, here she was, twerking her ass less than 12 inches from his face.

Chloe's heart thumped in her chest as she bounced her ass up and down, side to side. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of Chris' eyes boring into her ass turned her on, and she could feel the flimsy thong under her shorts start to dampen. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, no one had bothered to set a timer. Chloe felt like ample time had passed and made her way back to her spot on the couch.

"Truth or dare, Erin" Chloe asked her friend. But Chloe wasn't looking at Erin. She was looking at the way Chris' spandex Spider-Man costume was jutting out at his crotch. She smiled when she realized the effect she'd had on him as he tried to awkwardly hide his boner.

"Dare." Erin answered, ready for whatever 'retaliation' her friend could come up with.

"I dare you to give Steve a lap dance."

Erin looked to Chris to see if he'd object. He was still distractedly trying to hide his hard-on, so he dismissively put it squarely in Erin's hands.

"If you want to."

Erin didn't waste a second before she crawled onto Steve's lap. Steve tried to read his wife's emotions, but she wasn't paying any attention to the pairing on the couch. She was still fixated on Chris and his poor attempts to conceal the rod in his pants.

Chloe had known Chris for forever. He was a handsome man. They'd been on vacations before, so Chloe had seen a good deal of his body through the years, though never nude. She'd seen him in wet swim trunks after swims, a few times with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. She'd never given much thought to his wiener. Erin had told Chloe it was large, but in the back of her mind, Chloe had always doubted that. Until now. Chris' spandex suit wasn't giving him any help.

Erin said something to Steve, but Chloe was fixated on something else, so she didn't hear it. A few seconds later, Erin started dancing in front of Steve, and shortly after that, started grinding against his lap.

Chris stood abruptly, turning quickly, and heading for the bathroom. He'd hoped that Chloe would have been making sure Erin was behaving herself with Steve, but he'd hoped in vain. Chloe's eyes bore into Chris' crotch, and she couldn't pull her eyes from it. She watched as his spandex-clad dick bounced as he b-lined it to the bathroom. Chloe got up a second later and made her way to the kitchen.

Erin, feeling emboldened by the lack of supervision, quickly stood and turned around before straddling Steve. She could feel his thick, hard dick through the thin material of her Black Cat costume.

Chloe couldn't see what Erin and Steve were doing, but she didn't really care. The two of them were zoned in on what they were doing, and probably hadn't even noticed she wasn't in the room with them. A devious thought popped into her head. She wanted to see it.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she walked quickly to the bathroom. Chloe didn't bother to knock. She wasn't sure Chris would let her in if she did. She twisted the handle and entered the room. What she saw on the other side of the door was not what she was expecting.

Chris stood in the middle of the bathroom, his spandex costume pooled around his ankles, one hand holding himself up on the bathroom counter, the other hand curled into a fist furiously pumping away at a long, veiny cock. When he heard the door burst open, he tried to hide what he was doing, but he ended up tripping over his suit.

Chloe quickly slunk into the room and closed the door quietly behind her.

"What are you doing in here?" Chris' question came out in a hiss.

"Don't stop." Chloe huffed. Absentmindedly, her hand snaked its way into her shorts and thong, finding her pussy soaked and on fire. Chloe's other hand disappeared under the hem of her shirt, slipping under the cup of her bra as she tweaked her own nipple, a quiet moan escaping her lips as she did.

Chris' eyes locked on to where Chloe's hand disappeared beneath her waistband. He timidly started to stroke his dick watching his wife's best friend rub her pussy in front of him.

"Did I get you that worked up?" Chloe asked, her eyes never moving from his dick.

"Obviously." Chris replied, moving his hand up and down his shaft quicker.

Chloe closed the distance between the two of them, eying his large cock as he worked his hands up and down its length. She leaned forward and let a string of saliva fall from her mouth, dropping square in the middle of Chris' thick prick. She watched as the skin started to glisten from her spit. Chloe's heart was beating so hard, she would swear she could almost hear it. She stared transfixed as Chris continued to work his pole, lustfully eyeing Chloe. Chloe moved forward, squeezing between Chris and the counter. She could feel his dick as she brushed against him. She leaned back and hopped on the counter in front of Chris, stare with rapt attention as he cranked his hog in front of her. It was the longest cock she had ever seen, she estimated it to be at least 10 inches long. Chloe leaned back so she could stuff her hand down her shorts and stroke her pussy.

Emboldened by Chloe's actions, Chris released his dick, reached forward with both hands and grabbed the dainty shorts wresting on Chloe's hips. Chloe lifted her ass off the counter, giving Chris the go ahead to quickly pluck them off of her. Chris looked down at Chloe's bare pussy and almost blew a load then and there. He'd fantasized about this for as long as he'd known her.

Chloe stared at Chris throbbing dick while she resumed rubbing her pussy. She was completely soaked, and you could feel heat radiating from it. She had a history of checking Chris out for years, and she would admit, she'd been curious about the size of his dick since both couples had vacationed a few years ago. Watching it hang in the air, pointed right at her pussy, she realized it was bigger than she ever could have guessed.

Getting carried away, Chloe quickly removed her top. She was now butt-ass naked on her bathroom counter, masturbating inches away from her best friend's husband, equally naked and in the midst of self-pleasure, while both of their spouses were in the next room grinding on each other.

Seeing Chloe completely naked was a dream come true for Chris, He inched forward, pressing the head of his huge dick into the wet folds splayed out before him. It was too much. Chris could feel himself about to blow. Chloe saw Chris' face scrunch up and knew what was coming. In a panic, she looked around, quickly found the hand towel next to the sink. She pulled her pussy away from the loaded cock pressing into her, and wrapped the towel around it just as Chris exploded.

"Oh god!" Chris hissed at Chloe's touch. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck."

Chloe carefully moved away from Chris, making sure she didn't get any of his cum on her. Her hypnosis was broken as soon as Chris blew his load.

"Guess you better clean that up." Chloe shot towards Chris as she silently fixed her clothes and left the bathroom.

Chloe quickly made her another drink in the kitchen. As she entered the living room, she could see her best friend was still dry-humping her husband. She was momentarily overwhelmed with jealousy and anger until images of Chris' cock spewing jizz swirled through her mind.

She didn't have time to dwell on it, just then she heard the bathroom door fling open. Amusingly, she watched Steve immediately drop his hands from Erin's ass.

"I'm pretty sure your song is over." Chris growled as he sat on the couch.

"Steve, truth or dare?" Erin asked with a smile.

"Truth" Steve replied, almost timidly.

"Do you have an erection?" Erin asked, fake concern lacing her voice.

Steve's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "Little bit."

Chris, who was already in a sour mood from prematurely unloading minutes earlier, was less than stoked to hear that his wife had been grinding on Steve's hard cock, hypocrisy be damned. A few moments later, he decided the fun was over, and declared he was going to bed.

The Cabin Tryst

Preamble

Several weeks had passed since our Halloween party. I hadn't seen or spoken to Erin or Chris since. I have, however, thought endlessly about that night. I couldn't stop thinking about it. How amazing Erin's body looked in her suit. How incredibly sexy she was standing in front of me in just a shirt and panties. How amazing the sex was. It would replay itself like a movie anytime I wasn't distracting myself with something else, until I broke down and used the memory to bring myself relief.

As soon as the horniness was taken care of, the guilt would return. We'd been together for a decade, married for almost five years. I'd had women interested in me before, but I'd never even been close to being tempted. All it took for me to give in to my wife's best friend was for Chloe to dare her to give me a lap dance.

To make matters worse, Chloe had been acting out of sorts since the party as well. We hadn't been nearly as intimate with each other since the party. We hadn't been spending time together, and Chloe seemed to be spending a lot more time in her office. I suspected she didn't buy the condom she'd found in the couch was Chris and Erin's, but instead was piecing together her friend and I had fucked.

After a few weeks, things began to return to normal, and by the beginning of December, besides the occasional flash of Erin's face as she came on my dick popping into my mind, it was like the Halloween party never happened. That's when Chloe reminded me of our plans for Christmas. We would be going to her parents' mountain cabin, surrounded by beautiful woods. It was always a crapshoot on whether the area would be buried in snow. We usually spent a week or two by ourselves, but last year Chloe had extended the invite to Erin and Chris. They were only able to make it for a weekend, but they'd planned accordingly this year, with both planning on spending the entire two weeks with us.

The forecast for the first week didn't look terribly promising. We'd get their Friday night, temperatures would be in the 40's. Saturday and Sunday would be nice and sunny, with highs in the upper 60's. Sunday afternoon/evening though, the bottom was supposed to drop out, and it was predicted that we'd wake up under a blanket of snow on Monday.

The plan was for Chloe and I to drive up Friday, and Erin and Chris to join us either later Friday night or early Saturday morning, depending on when Chris could break away from the office.

Chris was a Vice President at his father's Hedge Fund. He was basically given the role right out of school. The position came with a lot of responsibilities, so occasionally he had difficulties leaving in the evenings, or having to come in on a weekend.

Finally, the day of departure was upon us. After work, I ran home to change into something more comfortable. Chloe was already dressed in her travel clothes: a crew neck sweatshirt and a pair of leggings that made her round ass pop, and some Ugg boots.

We grabbed our bags and headed down to our SUV. It was about a 4-hour drive from the city, but we'd probably stop at some place for dinner.

The journey started in the city, transitioned to interstate, then highway, narrow country roads, and finally gravel and dirt. At around 10 P.M. we rounded the final bend and the cabin illuminated under my headlights. Outside of the SUV, the inky black night stretched endlessly above us, with a billion speckles of light shining dimly.

As I unpacked the SUV, Chloe went about getting the inside ready. She quickly made our bed, double checked there was clean linens for the four of us this weekend and set the thermostat.

As I was bringing our bags to the bedroom, I could hear Chloe finish up a phone call.

"Oh good. Okay, I'll make sure the lights are on so you don't get snatched up by Sasquatch on your way inside."

"Chris and Erin almost here?" I asked as I plopped the bags down on the bed.

"Should be pulling up any minute. Can you help with the bags, babe?" Chloe said as she hurried down the hall to start preparing the second room.

A few minutes later, the sound of gravel crunching under tires could be heard, as bright lights swept across the tree line. I stepped out to see what help Chris and Erin would need. I was surprised to see Erin stepping out of the driver's seat. Usually, any time they were together, Chris did the driving.

"Hey handsome." Erin greeted me with a flirty smile, and just like that, October 31st was right back in the forefront of my memory as she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Uh, Chloe said you guys needed help with some bags?" I stammered. Damn I was smooth.

"Sure. Here, there's a few bags in the back seat." Erin said as she leaned into the back seat to collect the bags.

The rest of the car was empty, so I chose to stare at Erin's impossibly tight ass as she worked it in front of me.

I grabbed the bags and led the way back to the cabin, up the stairs, and into the room that Erin and Chris would be staying in. Chloe had just finished getting the room made up. She dropped the last pillow on the bed when she saw Erin and barreled past me to give her a hug.

"How was your drive?" Chloe asked. "And where's Chris?"

"The drive was fine. Super boring, but fine." Erin answered. "And something came up last minute at work, so Chris won't be down here until tomorrow or Sunday. I didn't want to waste the only two days nice enough to go for a hike, so I decided to make the drive up myself."

"I'll let you catch up; I'm going to get a snack." I said as I put Erin's bags down. I made it to the hallway before I realized I needed to take a leak, so I went and took care of that first.

On my way back through the hall, towards the stairs, I could faintly hear Chloe and Erin talking. They'd apparently tried to shut the door, but it didn't catch. I guess they figured I was downstairs anyway, so it didn't matter.

"...were getting ready and he was being really moody. I asked him what his problem was, and he got weird. Started asking what my problem was. When I told him we were going to be late, he asked if I was in a hurry to give Steve a lap dance again."

Chloe let out a huff of air, "That was like two months ago, and it was a shitty lap dance, you were fully dressed."

"I know, I've told him the same thing the dozens of other times he's brought it up. He's still pissed off I did it. I don't know. He's insecure about it or something." Erin replied.

"Haha, from what I saw, he doesn't have much to be insecure about." Chloe said with a laugh, and a tone that bordered on sultry.

"Yeah, well, I guess there's more to self-confidence than just having a really big dick." Erin retorted; her voice laced with poorly concealed irritation.

I decided I'd heard enough, and slunk downstairs to hunt for a snack. It kind of irritated me hearing Chloe talk about another man's dick, but I had to remind myself that my dick had been inside of her best friend, so maybe it was hypocritical of me.

Before we go on much further, I'm going to give a rundown of the cabin's layout. This thing was huge. The ground floor housed the kitchen with a floating island, a walk-in pantry, and a bar that peaked into the TV room. The TV room had a large L-shaped sectional couch, a few recliners, a rectangular coffee table, and a freaking massive LED TV. There was a full bathroom, a small bedroom that became a storage room for cabin supplies like paper towels, toilet paper, cleaning supplies.

The second story had 3 bedrooms, as well as an office Chloe set up in-case she had to get any work done while she was here, and another full-size bathroom. The room that Chloe and I slept in also had a very nice master bathroom.

Lastly, there was the basement. The basement had yet another full bathroom, a second TV room that was dubbed The Lounge, a 'small' home gym, complete with treadmill, exercise bike, elliptical, some dumb bells, a bench, and an assortment of other work out gear, and the laundry room. There was also a large deck on the back of the cabin with a hot tub, and a table and chair set, as well as some outdoor furniture.

After a half hour or so, Erin joined me in the TV room. She'd changed into what I assumed would be her night clothes: a t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that sat loosely on her hips. She'd rolled the waistband in a bit, exposing a hint of her smooth stomach.

"I liked your PJs better last time." Erin teased me as she walked in, eyeing the blue jeans and t-shirt I was sporting.

I was drawing a blank for a few moments before I realized she was referencing what I was wearing after I'd showered on Halloween. I was sure everyone would be in bed, so I didn't bother wearing any pants. The only thing I put on was a pair of skin tight boxers.

"I could say the same about you." I replied with a smile, remembering her standing in front of my window, looking out over the city in a small shirt and very flimsy pair of panties. "Where's Clo?"

"She's in the bathroom. She should be down in a moment." She lowered her voice as she leaned over the section of couch I was sprawled on. "Maybe we'll both get thirsty in the middle of the night again."

I gulped as memories projected themselves on my brain, and before I even realized it, I could feel myself straining against my jeans. Erin's eyes bore into my crotch, a smile firmly affixed on her pretty face.

"Are you two behaving?" Chloe asked as she made her way into the room.

"Never," Erin replied as she stole my pretzels and flopped down on the couch around the L-bend from me.

We sat in the TV room for about another 15 minutes, making small talk before Chloe announced loudly that she was beat.

"I'm gonna shower, and then I'm heading to bed. Steve, can you make sure everything is locked up?" she asked as she gave me a quick peck on the top of my head.

"Oh, hang on, I left my phone out in the car. Can you come with me to get it? Chloe says there are wolves around here, I don't want to go out alone."