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p; “So that was it?”

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “Jason was still rock solid, being that he was a young college student with a libido that I had never seen before, but I was too drunk and too spun to continue. I had to collect myself, and the mood was still really strong in the room. It was the first time I’d ever come and then felt like I could keep going for hours, which as you know has not left me since then. It was like something physiologically inside of me had changed. So, I climbed off of him, pulled Amber up off the floor from Kristin, and helped her climb onto Jason’s cock. She was quite a bit wobbly from the liquor, but she was more than excited to have a turn. I stood behind her and caressed her breasts while Jason was fucking her. It was incredibly sensual, something different from the normal masculinity of sex with a guy. Not that I don’t like sex with men, obviously. It had been the first time that I had ever been with a girl before. It was the first time that I had ever really looked at a woman’s body as a sexual thing, and I couldn’t help but admire Kristin and Amber’s bodies. They were curvy, sensual, soft, and at the same time, extremely erotic. I understood why men were so wild about the female body.”

“They are pretty amazing.” I chuckled, putting my hand back on her lower back.

“After that, Kristin came up behind me and her mouth was on mine before I could even think about it,” she said. “I used to always think that kissing a woman would be weird and awkward, but it wasn’t at all, and I found myself wanting more. From that night on, we all started having sex together exclusively. It wasn’t until I met you, and Amber met Matt, that we broke everything up. Kristin and Jason stayed together, which wasn’t a surprise to us. We always knew they had that extra emotional connection. So, yeah, that is how it all started and ended.”

“Wow,” I said, running the vision through my head. “I mean, I have to admit that story kind of turns me on.”

I thought about keeping that detail to myself, but that would make the whole situation worse. If she was coming clean about everything, then I needed to be honest with her and myself about my feelings concerning this situation. The way that I was bred was trying to make me hate this information, but the person inside of me found it arousing and exciting. My cock was rock solid, and there was no hiding it from Jessica. She was lying right on top of me. She raised up slightly and looked down at the bulge in my pants, swinging her long red hair behind her and lifting her eyebrows at me. She slowly started to smile and shifted down next to me in the hammock, her nipples getting hard under her shirt.

She moved her hand down my chest and to the bulge in my pants, pausing for a moment before beginning to press down and rub up and down. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the palm of her hand rubbing up and down my cock, bringing it to the point of throbbing. She continued to rub, her hand getting faster and more aggressive as the moments passed. I opened my eyes and stared down at her, watching her eyes darken and her lips quiver. I was getting to the point of no return, and my breath had turned into a fast pant.

“Stop,” I said in a breathless tone. “We can’t do anything to remedy this, and you are going to give me blue balls. There is no reason to even get this started. I already want to fuck the hell out of you, and it’s going to get really uncomfortable for me in a few minutes.”

I wanted to throw caution to the wind, to just go crazy and fuck my wife right there in that hammock, but everyone was below us, doing whatever they were doing. I wasn’t the kind of guy that threw caution to the wind like that. It was pounded into my head that I had to keep a certain level of personal privacy. Fucking in a hammock in front of everyone wasn’t my idea, or anyone’s idea, of personal privacy.

“That’s not true,” Jessica said with mischief in her eyes. “We can do whatever we want, whenever we want.”

I looked up at her and stopped, hearing the words that she was saying. Could I accept that? Could I really just do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to do it? Could I fuck my wife, and maybe even someone else’s wife, on the floor of a snowed-in cabin on vacation? Everything was so confusing, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach or the desire that was eating me alive. Something was going to have to give, and it might be my cock inside of my wife, next to everyone else.

Chapter 17

Kristin

I leaned back, nestling into the circle of Jason’s arms, feeling his strength wrapped around my body. The room had gotten so warm and comfortable with the fire blazing and the kitchen still cooling from the cooking we had done for lunch. The alcohol, combined with the sex I already had that day, had made me feel very relaxed. I hadn’t been that relaxed for a very long time, and it felt good to be surrounded by the people I loved. I looked across the room at Matt and Amber, who were cuddling on another couch. I could still remember when Amber met Matt. She was completely enamored. That was when the first of us dropped out of our group, but I wasn’t mad. I wanted Amber to be happy, and it was obvious that she and Matt were perfect for each other.

The hammock containing Austin and Jessica was swaying gently above us, and I could hear them whispering softly to each other, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Jessica was the one that had shocked me when she left the group, even with Austin chasing after her. Jessica, when she had a fire in her, didn’t stop something that she really enjoyed, and she really enjoyed Jason and me. When she met Austin, though, he started a whole new fire in her, and she ran off as fast as she could to be in his arms. Of course, that didn’t upset me, either, seeing that she had truly found what moved her.

Jason looked at me and smiled, swirling his drink around in his glass. I smiled back and sat up, rolling my neck and my shoulders. I was starting to lose my momentum, falling into the comfort of relaxation, when I much more preferred the comfort of Jessica and Amber. I had planned this out for so long. There was no way I could let the opportunity pass by without doing everything I could to get them on the bandwagon with us, even if it was just for today, just there in that swinger’s cabin in the woods.

I stood up, walked over to the window, and stared out at the white blanket that made it impossible to even see the trees. The storm was still raging just as hard, but it would likely let up before too long, and everyone would want to go back to the resort. The resort was where we would all split up into our own rooms and the likelihood of getting us all back in one place would be lost. I knew the reality of going back into life would knock any thoughts of swinging right out of the others’ minds. The clock was starting to tick down, and I knew that this would be the best opportunity that I had to make my fantasy become a reality. It was definitely time to kick things into high gear.

I smiled at my instant determination and headed into the kitchen to dig around in the liquor cabinet for our next round of liquid fun. Apparently, the people that frequented the cabinet didn’t really like mixed drinks and had a serious obsession with expensive whiskey and Scotch. I pulled all the bottles down and surveyed what I was working with. There must have been five grand worth of liquor there, but not the usual stuff I was used to. Scotch was all well and good if you were sitting around, sipping your alcohol and reminiscing about the tax break you got on your million-dollar estate, but we were in need of something a little less pretentious. If I wanted to get the fam into party mode and loosen up those inhibitions, I was going to need something with a little more sweetness and more of a hidden kick to it. I wanted them to throw them back until I could wiggle some more of those hidden passions out of all of them.

I picked up the rum and walked over to the fridge, throwing it open and grabbing the cherries and the soda out of the fridge. It wasn’t a fancy drink, but it would definitely go down easily and give them a bit of sugar rush to keep going. I pulled down six glasses and then dug through the different drawers, looking for things to add to the drinks. When I opened the last drawer, I pulled out a deck of cards, smiling at the luck of it all. Some sweet, rum-based drinks and a deck of cards were definitely some good tools to get everyone’s interest.

I mixed up the drinks and tried them out, pretty proud of myself for my amateur bartending skills. I grabbed a tray out of the cabinet and piled them on, carefully balancing myself as I returned to the main room and sat them down on the table. No one had seemed to notice that I had gone anywhere, except Jason who was watching me closely, knowing I had revamped my plan. He smiled and shook his head, drinking the rest of the Scotch in his glass and stretching. I loved that he liked to watch me work. It was incredibly arousing.

“Okay, family,” I said, clapping my hands and turning around to the room. “Nap time is over. It is now time for Amber’s favorite game, poker!”

Everyone started to sit up, and Jessica poked her head over the edge of the hammock, rocking it back and forth. The excitement on her face was almost comical, and it made me feel like maybe this wasn’t a dead end after all. I should have known these girls would be all about livening up the party and making the most of being snowed-in. Amber stood up and straightened her top, shaking her head and laughing.

“I am terrible at poker,” she said. “Besides, we don’t have any chips to bet with. I left my purse at the resort, so penny poker is out of the question, and I am not giving you my debit information.”

“Yeah,” Jessica groaned, climbing out of the hammock and down the ladder on the wall. “What fun is poker if we aren’t in a serious match of trying to kick each other’s ass? You know how competitive we can get at these things. I distinctly remember a game of monopoly that ended in a fire.”

“Oh God.” I laughed. “Let’s not go there. That was totally a fluke. Someone gave me tequila, and there was already a bonfire going. You make it sound like I set fire to the board in the middle of the living room or something.”

“I wouldn’t have put it past you.” Jason chuckled, taking a drink.

“Okay,

all of that is beside the point,” I said, putting up my hands up. “As far as chips, I clearly remember that you, Miss Amber, had no problem betting your clothes once upon a time.”

“I want to play,” Jessica said, jumping onto the floor, dusting off her hands. “I have always been really good at poker. I will whip y’alls ass at it. Austin is really good, too.”