Broken

My mind couldn’t seem to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. There they were, naked as hell, fucking in the snow, yet I still couldn’t believe it. On top of that, my wife was standing there laughing like this was not out of the ordinary at all. Then, before I could even try to piece it together, Kristin turned her head toward us and caught sight of her audience. I didn’t know whether to stand there or run. I figured her response would be somewhere around shock, but I was wrong, very wrong. Kristin simply smiled and waved before clenching down, arching her back, and moaning loudly as she moved her way toward orgasm. In all honesty, if I hadn’t been shocked out of my mind, I might actually find it arousing, but I wasn’t even sure what to think. My cock had something else on its mind, though, and it shot rock hard in my pants, startling me from my shocked and frozen state.

I reached over and grabbed Jessica by the arm and yanked her back into the house, closing the door as quietly as I possibly could, as if they hadn’t already realized that we were standing there watching them fuck on the front porch. When the door was shut, I rubbed my hands together and walked over to the fireplace, staring down into the flames. I was in complete and total shock, unable to process what I had just witnessed on the front porch of the cabin. I was starting to realize I didn’t really know any of these people the way that I thought I did. I shook my head and looked up at Jessica, again noticing that she didn’t seem the least bit fazed by what we just saw. It was like we were both standing on two completely different porches, watching two completely different scenes take place. It was baffling my mind.

I jumped, turning toward the sound of the bathroom door flying open. Amber and Matt reappeared, sporting identical expressions on their faces, something that I couldn’t make out. I hadn’t even realized that they were missing until that moment. I watched as they walked over to the couches like zombies and sat down, sweat on Matt’s forehead a

nd Amber’s hair all wild and knotted. I glanced at Jessica who was now giggling at Matt and Amber as if this was a completely normal thing. What in the hell was going on in this house?!

Just then, the door to the outside flew open, and Jason and Kristin sauntered in as if they had just been out for a leisurely stroll and nothing more. I stared at them, back at Matt and Amber, and then over at my wife, who was nonchalantly standing there. Kristin skimmed past me, and I looked her in the face, shaking slightly as she winked in my direction and walked to the kitchen. That was it. I was completely done. I couldn’t take one more second of any of the madness, especially since I seemed to be the only one in it. I grabbed Jessica by the hand and looked at her in the face before turning and pulling her toward the bathroom.

I could hear the others laughing behind us as I walked, but I ignored them, more worried about figuring out what was happening than who was doing what at that moment. When we got into the bathroom, I slammed the door behind myself and gripped my wife by the shoulders. She looked up at me slightly bewildered, but I could tell she was hiding a smirk.

“Okay, I give up,” I said. “I am asking the question.”

“What question?”

“The question that any normal person should be asking,” I said, shaking her slightly. “What in the hell is going on?”

Jessica stood there perched in my hands for several minutes, just staring up at me. It was like she was trying to gather enough strength to answer my question, but no words were coming out of her. She looked me in the face and tried to muster a seriousness, but before she could escape whatever was going on in her head, she burst into a fit of giggles. I dropped my hands and stared at her, trying to figure out if she had lost her mind, or if it was me that had completely lost it. Maybe it was cabin fever.

“Baby,” she said, controlling her laughter. “Kristin has always been crazy for as long as I have known her. Exhibition is just one of her things. She likes it when she gets caught fucking Jason. She likes when people watch her. It makes her even more aroused. Why do you think that she came as soon as she saw us? It’s like, her thing. Kind of like the people that like whips and chains, or the people that get off to feet sex. Only hers isn’t quite as disgusting. At least, I don’t think so.”

“And how exactly do you know this?”

“Really?” She raised her eyebrow at me and smirked. “Did you forget that Kristin and I were roommates almost entirely through your college career? We were even roommates when we had to live in the dorms our first year. In college, unfortunately, you learn a lot about the people you live with, especially people like Kristin who have no qualms about showing exactly who they are to anyone that is willing to stop and listen, or in Kristin’s case, watch. I got to see a lot of things about her, and it desensitized me to it, I guess.”

“Does that mean you have seen Kristin have sex before?”

She stood there for a second, obviously thinking about her answer before responding. She then abashedly nodded before looking away. Her cheeks were blushed, and I could tell she was having a hard time telling me this. I wasn’t sure why, though. She was never ashamed of anything she had done before. That was one of the things I loved about Jessica. She never apologized for the choices that she made, no matter what they were or how other people would look at her after finding out.

I wasn’t sure how to react, and I turned away, running my hands through my hair. My wife had watched our friend having sex. Kristin, who I thought I knew pretty well, was into exhibitionism. I wasn’t sickened by it or angered by it. I was just having a really hard time wrapping my mind around it. Kristin was a gorgeous woman—that was no secret—but that smile and wink that she had given me had brought up all kinds of strange feelings inside of me. None of this, though, was Jessica’s fault. I had been pretty sheltered my entire life. I was raised in a rich, conservative household, taken to church every Sunday, and hadn’t even begun to explore my sexuality until I was in my second year of college. I didn’t watch porn, I didn’t look at nudie magazines, and sex was never a topic that was discussed in my family. It wasn’t like I didn’t like sex, or that I didn’t have an open mind about things, but I had never actually seen two other people having sex before, especially not in real life. I couldn’t tell if I was shocked or aroused by it all.

Jessica took in a deep breath and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tightly. She laid her head on my shoulder and sat there, just comforting me, or whatever it was she thought she was accomplishing. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.

“Just calm down,” she whispered. “It’s really not that big of a deal. It’s just two people having sex. I think it’s so shocking to you because you know them, and you weren’t expecting to find that on the front porch.”

Jessica leaned her body into me and then pulled back, looking down and then back up in my face. I realized that she noticed the huge boner in my pants, something I didn’t even realize I still had until that moment. There were so many things floating through my head that I couldn’t pinpoint an exact reason why I had become so aroused. Was it Kristin’s naked body? Was it the excitement of seeing her get fucked in the middle of the porch? Was it the fact that my wife had watched her have sex before? Whatever it was, my cock had decided it wanted more.

Jessica looked up at me and locked her eyes with mine, stepping forward and quickly unzipping my pants. Her hands slipped into my boxers and grabbed on, pulling my cock and squeezing hard. She bit her bottom lip and started to stroke the shaft, her soft hands feeling so good against my skin.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer, and instead, dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth. I wanted to tell her to stop, but it felt so damn good. She immediately thrust her head up and down, deep-throating my cock and sucking hard as her hand trailed behind her mouth. I groaned, pulling my hands over my head and feeling the sensation of her warm mouth traveling up and down my cock, her hand reaching up and cradling my warm balls. She moaned with my dick deep in her throat, her voice vibrating against every inch of my erection. I wanted it to last, but with all the buildup and the fact that I had never had my cock sucked like that, I was quickly losing control. I had always been able to fuck for a long time, but she knew exactly how to move her mouth on my dick.

I reached down and grabbed the hair on her head and moaned loudly as she shoved her head down and stopped at the base of cock, her tongue moving around the shaft. I grunted and clenched my teeth, the orgasm taking over before I could stop it. My cock pulsated against her warm throat, and I exploded, blowing my seed down her throat in a glorious orgasmic finish.

Chapter 11

Kristin

I watched as Austin grabbed Jessica and marched her off to the bathroom, but for some reason, I didn’t think it was for the same reason as the rest of us. I took off my coat and nodded at Amber and Matt. Jason walked in from the kitchen, removed his coat, and walked over to the table where all the glasses were sitting. The silence in the room was deafening, and the only thing that I could hear was the crackling of the fire and the sound of Scotch being poured into the glasses. Jason poured four shots into the glasses and recorked the bottle of Scotch before turning around and smiling at everyone. I smiled back at him and watched as he walked around, passing out the much-needed drinks. I looked down at my glass as I swirled the alcohol around, watching it coat the sides of the glass. I took a sip and swallowed hard, feeling the warmth go down my chest. I glanced up at everyone in the room and smiled to myself.

I knew that Amber and Matt might be feeling a little awkward after what had happened. I walked over to Amber and linked my arm through hers and pulled her over onto the couch next me. She smiled shyly at me and looked down at her hand on her lap. This was not the same girl that had been open to so many things in the past, and I knew it had to do with Matt and his lack of knowledge. I looked up at Matt and smiled kindly, trying to ease the tension. I patted the spot on

the couch beside me and crooked my finger at him, calling him over to sit down. Amber looked up at him and shook her head, smiling at him as he walked forward and sat down. He looked at her and then at me for a moment before staring off at the fire crackling in the fireplace. I looked up at Jason for support, and he smiled, nodding.

Slowly, he made his way over to the couch and sat down on the other side of Amber, leaning back and crossing his leg over his knee. He sipped quietly on his drink, waiting for me to start talking. He always had such an amazing way of letting me work through my plans, even when it seemed like things were falling apart. I knew exactly what I was doing, though, and in order for it to work, I had to have his support.

“I believe in being honest about the things in my life,” I said, tapping Matt on the knee. “I am not in any way ashamed of my sexuality. In fact, I believe that being open about my sexuality is part of what makes me who I am. If you’ve known me for a long time, you know that I am comfortable in my own skin, just as much as I am comfortable with just about anyone around me. My sexuality is a measure of pride for me. I don’t know if you know this about Jason and me or not, but we are in an open relationship. We not only enjoy having sex with each other, especially since we have that emotional attachment, but we also enjoy sharing each other with other couples as well. It is a form of expression, an openness that I have never had with anyone else, and while some people may not be able to handle that kind of relationship, Jason and I have found that it brings us closer together in the end. Our sexuality is on many different levels.”