The Wildwood Cabins sit amid approximately 100 acres of woods, streams and walking trails. The five-cabin vacation hideaway is popular throughout the Midwest and owner John Marlin needs to do little more than post a small web site for advertising. During the Fall, occupancy is always 100 percent.
John Marlin is a 32-year-old ex-computer programmer who is tall, thin and considered friendly by all who meet him. His cabins are clean and as bug-free as log cabins in the woods can be.
It was Thursday and the weekend crowd was due to arrive starting today. All five cabins were reserved through Sunday, as usual, and John was ready. He was stationed in the resort’s “office”, which doubled as the converted garage of his own residence, a large ranch home on the main road far in front of the woods where the cabins were located.
Bill and Judy Miller arrived at the office around 5 p.m. An attractive couple in their late twenties, they struck John as still being somewhat in the honeymoon mode, even though most honeymooners at his resort made a point of letting him know so they got the traditional free champagne.
Judy was about 5’ 6”, 120 pounds with an average build and short, wavy blonde hair. Bill was 6’1”, 190 pounds and athletic. After registering with John, they walked out hand-in-hand and drove down the dirt road toward Cabin 1.
They parked next to the small log cabin, took out their suitcases and walked up to the rustic front door. When they got inside they found a roomy living room with a stone fireplace. As they continued their inspection, they found the kitchen, bathroom and single bedroom on the main level, with a staircase leading up to a small loft overlooking the living room.
“Oh, Bill. Look at this!” Judy said excitedly.
A door off the kitchen led to a porch-like area with ten-foot walls on three sides surrounding a hot tub.
“I can’t wait. This will be great,” Judy said, hugging her husband from the side. Bill smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
“Let’s get unpacked,” Judy said, walking toward the bedroom.
After putting their things into the small dresser in the bedroom, Bill suggested they go for a walk to see the area around the cabin. They changed into sweatshirts and jeans and spent the next hour following two trails through the woods, passing the four remaining cabins in the process.
When they returned to their cabin, they both grabbed an armful of logs before entering and placed them by the fireplace. John stocked each cabin with kindling wood and matches, expecting many of his guests to be new to the log fireplace routine.
“I’m going to check the hot tub,” Judy said from the kitchen.
“OK. The controls were on the right hand side,” Bill yelled back.
Moments later, when Judy hadn’t returned, Bill walked out the door into the hot tub area. Judy was peering down into the tub, watching the water churn and the steam rise into the chilly night air.
Bill walked up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her, causing Judy to jump in surprise.
“Is it ready, yet?” Bill asked
“How do you know?” Judy said, smiling over her shoulder at him.
“You get undressed and get in,” Bill said. With that, he put his hands inside her sweatshirt and onto her bare breasts. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them softly. Judy reached behind her and rubbed his crotch, feeling for the cock she knew would be available to her shortly.
In one swift motion, Bill lifted his wife’s sweatshirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
“Yeah, Bill. Way to go,” John Marlin said out loud, leaning forward in his chair and closer to the computer monitor. He looked intently at the young couple, especially Judy and her unclothed upper body.
