I guess many things go into life, but this story was an excellent turning point for my wife and l. For our fifth anniversary, l rented a small mountain cabin for a week. It was small and without many frills, but as it was just us, it would do just fine, plus it was budget-friendly. It was also off the beaten path, but we planned to stay in for the most part, so this, too, was fine by us. After our kids were born, we seemed to list ourselves a little; l guess that happens often.
My wife wanted us to turn around when we got to the bridge that crossed the stream, and the local snow was melting away rapidly with the warm front that moved in, and bringing rain with it only made it worse. But I wasn't going to turn back now that we were all but there, and centering my truck as we crossed and doing so yielded a safe crossing.
It took some time to find the cabin, understanding this was before cell phones and GPS. But there, with the blue porch light, it stood, just as we were told it would be. The rain turned into sleet, so we gathered up as much as possible and hoped for better weather in the morning, and we would get the rest.
My first move was to get a fire started, and as soon as it was going, l joined my wife, who was in the shower. It would be nice to say how we made passionate love, but we barely fit, let alone have sex in it. We each thought the other grabbed the bag, which had our pajamas in it, but at last, it was still in the truck's back seat. The cabin was now toasty, and seeing it was just us, we saw no need to track out in the cold after anything less our sleepwear, which we usually didn't use anyway.
Now warm and settled, it was time to get to what we came here to do. Some long, wet kisses gave way to touching each other, and then the magic words l had been waiting for. "Eat my pussy, Baby."
My wife's pussy was not only delicious, but she would orgasm over and over again to my efforts. I loved it when she came into my mouth. And it always puts her in the mood to return the favor, and who doesn't love that?
Just as she wrapped her soft lips around it, a knock came on the door. We scrambled, but the best we could do in a short time was our damp towels left on the floor. l wrapped mine around my waist to answer the door while my wife hid behind hers, poised on the couch. When l opened the door, an older couple that was drenched to the bone. They quickly explained how they were the owners of the cabin and how their car got stuck in the mud, heading down the mountain to visit family while we had our stay. They asked to use the phone, which was theirs anyway, but no answer at the local gas station for a tow left a dilemma.
It wasn't much of a stretch to allow them to stay with us until morning when they might have better luck with a tow, or l could even drive them to their car and possibly pull them free. They thanked us and offered to stay in the basement while here; l mentioned l didn't even know there was a basement, and they informed us they do not list it as it was unfinished and no heat was available. My wife broke into the conversation at that point, refusing them to freeze, how they were welcome to stay upstairs with us until morning.
They thanked us and apologized for obviously interrupting us, still nude, less our towels. We explained how we left some bags in the truck and that we would fetch them at first light. But first things first, they needed to shower before they caught their death. The bathroom could only be accessed from the bedroom, so we had to wait in the living room until they finished. When they returned, it was with sleepwear for both of us. We changed into it and then visited with our new friends.
They were very easygoing, and what stood out the most was how still in love they were. We both considered it a learning experience that we could take advantage of. As good as the company was, l was anxious to get in bed, having been interrupted earlier when they showed up.
We left the door ajar so that if they needed to use the restroom during the night, they wouldn't feel as if they were blocked off from doing so. But because of that, my wife was rebuking my advances to have sex. But then the still of the night was broken with the sounds of the other couple going at it, and this caused the opposite effect on my wife, who was now as hot and ready as I'd ever seen her. The four of us, although separated, screwed for the next two hours, and l thought it was quite an accomplishment for them.
