I slapped her arse again with the flat of my hand. A red handprint appeared on her creamy coloured skin.
“Again,” she groaned, gyrating her hips.
I did it again. I had never done this before, and although I enjoyed the sensation of now being in control of her, I couldn’t understand what she was getting out of having her arse slapped.
“Does that feel nice?” I asked, slapping her arse, her skin now bright red.
“Oh yeah,” she gasped. “It makes my pussy and anus feel all tingly. It makes me want to come.”
Slapping her arse again, she groaned in pleasure. With her legs spread wide open, I could see her slick, wet, hole. I was desperate to put my cock in there again.
“How do you feel now?” she whispered back at me, that smile on her lips again.
“I want to fuck you so bad, it hurts,” I whispered, fearing that we might be disturbed at any moment by either one of our partners. It wasn’t being caught that I feared; it was not getting to fuck her before that happened that drove me half mad.
“Not yet,” she said, her dark eyes sparkling. “Eat me first.”
Dropping onto her elbows again, and jutting her arse in the air, she smiled back at me. Although I had just spanked her, she was the one in control here, and she knew it. She enjoyed it. Placing one hand on each cheek of her arse, I spread her legs wide and began to eat her out. She squirmed before me, letting out a series of deep, throaty groans. I ran my tongue over her.
“Your pussy tastes beautiful,” I said, and it really did. I licked her faster and harder, as she wriggled around before me. I gripped her arse tighter, to try and keep her still. She bucked her hips as if the pleasure was too much for her to bear.
“Lick my pussy,” she whined.
I drew the length of my tongue over her clit and she shuddered before me. Then, using my fingers, I pushed back the small folds of skin, and pushed my tongue inside of her.
“That feels so fucking good,” she murmured, twisting her hips from side to side. I pushed my tongue as far as I could into her until my jaw ached. I worked my tongue up and down, in and out. Her breath grew deeper and more frantic as I ate her out.
“I’m so fucking turned on,” she groaned as I licked away at her.
Suddenly, without warning, Jess cried, “I’m going to come.”
She shook violently before me, her elbows buckling beneath her. A warm squirt of hot liquid gushed over my tongue and into my mouth as she came. I licked her out, not wanting to waste one drop of her beautiful tasting come.
She writhed on the bed before me as I sat back. Her arse looked so tight and firm. I had to fuck her now or I would just come without so much as touching her.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I said, positioning myself behind her.
“No,” she said, with that smile again.
“What?” I breathed.
“If you want to fuck me, then come and get me,” she breathed deeply.
With a speed that took me by surprise, Jess jumped from the bed. I reached for her, but she easily slipped through my fingers. Losing all thought and reasoning and just wanting to fuck her, I bounded across the room after her. Taking her by the shoulders, I pushed her against the wall. With her back facing me, I drove one of my knees between her legs, forcing them apart. She wriggled against me, as if trying to throw me free. I pressed my weight against her, forcing my cock between her legs.
“I thought you really wanted to fuck me,” she said.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything,” I shouted.
“Then prove it,” she hissed over her shoulder at me.
Gripping her hips, I dragged her onto my aching cock. I thrust myself into her over and over, the need to come blinding out the rest of existence.
“Is that it?” she gasped. “Is that all you’ve got in you? I thought you said you wanted to fuck me, not tickle me!”
I worked my hips faster as I fucked her hard against the cabin wall.
“Harder!” she cried out. “I want to be fucked so hard!”
“How about this, you dirty little whore?” I breathed, dragging her back across the room towards the bed. With my heart racing, I bent her over the bed, pulled her legs apart, and fucked her with all the energy I had left in me. She bucked her hips against mine as we both cried out with an all-consuming pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” she shrieked.
“So am I,” I roared, jerking backwards as the orgasm raced from between my legs, gripped hold of my entire being like a vice, then seemed to race through the length of my cock at a terrifying speed.
Jess pushed herself down against me as I came. The raging sensation seemed to last forever and I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted this fuck to stop. I never wanted to take my cock from Jess. I wanted to stay locked inside her pussy for the rest of my life. I rocked backwards on the heels of my feet as the orgasm exploding deep within me showed no signs of fading. I felt Jess orgasm again, as hot jets of her come splashed against the inside of my thighs.
“Oh, my god,” she wailed, her hips thrashing from side to side. I continued to drive myself in and out of her, as my orgasm began to slowly weaken.
“That was fucking unbelievable,” she groaned collapsing onto the bed. “You fuck like a horny madman.”
“Really?” I gasped, falling onto the bed beside her.
“Really,” she sighed, drawing in shallow lungfuls of breath. “Do you fuck your wife like that?”
“Not for a while,” I said, suddenly thinking of Chloe.
Jumping up from the bed, I hunted around the room for my clothes. “Oh, god what have I done?” I cursed myself, reality rushing back at me like a runaway truck.
“You had a fuck, that’s all you did,” Jess said from where she still lay in the bed.
“If she ever found out what happened here, I’d lose her,” I said, pulling on my boxer shorts, then my jeans.
Getting up from the edge of the bed, Jess strolled towards me. Taking my hand in hers, she looked into my eyes and said, “If you fuck Chloe like you’ve just fucked me, you’ll never lose her.”
“But that’s the problem,” I whispered. “I don’t fuck her.”
“Then perhaps you should,” Jess said with her all-knowing smile. Leaning forward, Jess kissed me gently on the lips and added, “Don’t ever be tempted to tell Chloe what happened here tonight. Some relationships can handle it, yours won’t. Now go and find your wife.”
Without saying another word, I left the bedroom. Just as Jess said he would be, Jack was asleep on the sofa. I crept past him to the door, opened it, and went in search of Chloe.
Sixteen
Chloe
I got dressed and sat in the armchair in that little dwelling, hidden by the trees, until first light. Had the reality lived up to the fantasy? I sat and wondered. In a way, it had, and in another, it hadn’t. While it had lasted, I had felt so freaking hot – more turned on than I’d ever known. But now I felt kind of deflated and used. I’d let Jack do something to me not even my husband, Ben, had ever done. But that was the whole point, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it? I didn’t know anymore. Whatever I had let Jack do to me –
however much it had turned me on – I knew I was in love with Ben, and I couldn’t just shake those feelings off.
As I sat in the dark and stared at the wall, there was a small part of me that had hoped Ben would’ve come across Jack fucking me. I had wanted Ben to be jealous – to see what he was missing. I had wanted him to know how good sex could be. He seemed to have forgotten. Why hadn’t he come? Had Jess gone to his room as I’d planned? Had he fucked her like Jack had fucked me? No – Ben would never have let that happen. He wouldn’t have sex with me – let alone a complete stranger. He would have told her to go away, to stop being so disgusting. But where did I go from here? I’d had my no-strings-attached fuck I’d been so curious about and it had left me feeling kind of flat. It hadn’t changed anything. I was still married to a man who was more wrappe
d up with his work than he was in between the sheets with me. Did I spend the rest of my life ‘BED-Swapping’ just like Jack, and Jess, and the others who belonged to that website? I would never really be happy with that. And who did I have to bed-swap with? I couldn’t imagine Ben happily going along with such a thing. If he knew how I’d tricked him by bringing him to The Cabin, it would be Ben leaving me, not the other way around.
With the first weak rays of sunlight seeping in through the dirty window, I heard footsteps crunching over the twigs and leaves just outside. Had Jack come back for more? Was it Ben coming in search of me? Deep down, I hoped it was. Getting out of the chair, I went to the door and opened it. Ben was outside.
“What are you doing hiding in there?” he said with a confused look on his handsome face. He had a glow about his cheeks and his clear blue eyes twinkled in the morning light. He hadn’t looked so good for as long as I could remember.
“It was raining when I walked out on you,” I said. “I’ve been sitting in here all night. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
“Snap,” he said, coming towards me.
“That’s all you’ve been doing all night?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow at him, secretly wondering if Jess had gone to him just like Jack had come to me.
“What else could I have been doing?” he asked right back, looking at me.
“Nothing, I guess,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. I should’ve known nothing would have happened between Ben and Jess. He probably locked the bedroom door as soon as I marched out last night.
“So what have you been thinking about?” Ben asked, coming closer still.
“About us,” I said, looking at him.
Reaching out, Ben took my hand. “C’mon, let’s go,” he said softly.
“You just can’t wait to get home to start work on that goddamn project,” I snapped, yanking my hand from his.
“I meant let’s go back to The Cabin,” he half-smiled at me.
“Why, because you’re in a hurry to pack our stuff together and hit the road?” I sneered. “You just can’t wait to get back to work, can you?”
Taking my hand in his hand again, Ben looked at me and said, “I’m not going back to work. I quit.”
“Yeah, right,” I scoffed back at him.
“Seriously,” he said, his smile fading away. “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you, Chloe. I’m sorry for neglecting you and making you so unhappy.”
“If this is all leading to some big joke...” I started, unable to believe what he was saying to me.
“No joke,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s you I want, Chloe. I just lost sight of that. It took coming to The Cabin to realise it.”
“So what changed your mind?” I said, still suspicious of what he was saying, although I was so desperate to believe what he was telling me.
“Someone told me I should go and find my wife,” he said. “And it was only then I realised I’d lost you.”
“Who told you to look for me?” I asked him.
“An angel of sorts,” he smiled.
“What’s that s’posed to mean?” I frowned.
“It doesn’t matter now,” he said, pulling me close. “What I’m trying to say is, I think we’ve both been lost. We lost sight of what’s important.”
“And what’s that?” I whispered.
“Us,” he said, leaning forward and kissing me gently on the lips.
Still holding my hand tight, Ben led me back towards The Cabin. Feeling bewildered by the sudden change in Ben, I said, “So you’re seriously going to quit your job?”
“Yep,” he said, sounding carefree and untroubled.
“So what are you going to do?” I asked.
“We are going to take our savings and get the hell out of here,” he smiled. “Just you and me, Chloe.”
“And where should we go?” I asked, feeling excited by his proposal.
“Anywhere we want to,” he said. “As long as we’re together, I don’t care.”
“We could travel the world,” I said, secretly pinching myself, fearing I was lost in one of my fantasies again.
“We could go and see all of those places we’ve only ever dreamt about,” he said, sounding just as excited as me now.
Reaching The Cabin, we climbed the small set of wooden steps. The front door was open. We both hesitated just outside. There was only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves on the nearby trees. Ben led me inside. Jack’s and Jess’s coats and backpacks had gone, and so had they.
Grateful Jack and Jess had left us, I looked at Ben, and with a smile, I said, “Let’s go home.”
Ben pulled me close. With his eyes twinkling, he looked at me and said, “What’s the rush? Let’s spend some time alone together in The Cabin.”
He kicked the door closed with the heel of his boot, then led me by the hand into the bedroom.
The Cabin(Anna’s Story)
Novella Three
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About the Author
Natalie Stark is the author of ‘The Cabin’, which is a series of erotic/contemporary romance novellas. Each novella will tell a different story about those who visit The Cabin and what they enjoyed there. Some people return more than once to The Cabin as they had so much fun the first time. Natalie Stark lives near London, England. You can connect with Natalie by visiting her website: www.thecabin.org.uk
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