So this sort of brings us up to date. I have started caring again and lately she's been showing signs of "wanting" me, too. Before I go I want to share a very sexy little moment we had about week ago. In many ways it was the hottest single thing that's happened in all this. They’d gone out on a date that night. They went to dinner and then to watch some of their friends (from dance nights) compete in some competition. They got back fairly early (10:30ish) and she talked him into coming in for a bit before he went home. If you're wondering why they didn't go to his house and fuck it's because it was her time of the month. Anyway this marked the first real time since they started back up (or started anything at all really) that he came in afterwards and everything was "known." Ever since she's admitted it to him he has avoided me for the most part. We've seen each other here and there briefly and talked on the phone once or twice about non related stuff but for the most part we have been distant with one another. Not really my first choice, but it is what it is. Anyway, she talked him in to coming in and he did.
I was sitting in my recliner watching TV when they came in. They walked in the living room together and greeted me, which surprised me seeing them both together at the same time. He seemed very relaxed in my opinion, and Samantha was very happy and slightly intoxicated. He went and sat on the couch right across from me while Samantha went and hung up her jacket. When she came back in the room she went right over and sat next to my boss on the couch. Not right up against each other but close. This caused a little stir in my pants and butterflies in my stomach. I haven't seen them together like this in a while and really never like that, like a couple. I would say there was a few inches between them and they weren't holding hands or anything, but looking at them, the way they interacted and talked, anyone in the world would have known they were together. I got harder and harder as I sat and looked at them. We all made small talk about their evening and the game on TV, and so on. It was sort of surreal to me. At some point Sam decided to go get out of her clothes and into something more comfortable. I heard her whisper to him and ask "Can you stay a little while?" he nodded he could and she went upstairs and changed. While she was gone my boss and I acted normally and just watched the end of the game that was on. We chatted a little but not too much really. I felt very nervous but it was that old erotic energy nervous more than anything else.
When Sam returned she was wearing a long t-shirt thingy. Really a nightgown but looks more like a t-shirt. Clearly her bra was gone and her tits were bouncing freely underneath and her nipples were poking through the thin material very long and hard looking, as the house was a little chilly. She breezed past me in my chair asking my boss if he wanted anything to drink (I already had a drink). He declined and she came back from the kitchen with a glass of wine. If I got excited before I was really in for a treat now. This time she sat down right beside him, up against him actually. They looked at each other and smiled and I couldn't really hear what was said. They used hushed tones and I tried not to openly gawk, though it was hard not to. As we sat there watching the rest of the game it was mostly silent. I heard a little shuffling and glanced over to see he’d raised an arm up and she was now nestled in under his arm. Her legs were curled beneath her, and she was leaning into him with his right arm up and over her shoulder. She had her wine glass in one hand and the other draped over his thigh. I seriously think I started leaking pre-cum right then. I was painfully hard and felt like I could blow easily without touching myself. This little show of intimacy was not for me at all. I knew that. It was just a couple resting together like Samantha and I have done a million times. In everyday life there would be nothing erotic about it all but given these circumstances it was wildly meaningful and erotic for me. Whatever hurdles he had to jump over he did it. He sat relaxed in my living room, maybe fifteen feet from where I sat and displayed his obvious affection and his relationship with my wife, right in front of me. I was so turned on I can't even put it in words. This went on for another half hour or so and as time went on we all talked and acted completely normal. If you had been there you would have assumed I was a guest in their home. A married couple having a friend over to watch the football game. It was, well like I said very surreal to me. For Samantha's part she seemed totally relaxed and at home and not a care in the world. My wife was a happy, satisfied, contented woman in the arms of her lover. It was sexy to say the least.
A little later he said he needed to get home and stood up. We said our goodbyes and Sam stood and walked him to the door. Where my recliner sits I am roughly 10 or 12 feet away from the door. My back was to them and the sound of the TV drowned a little out but I did hear the unmistakable sounds of lips smacking as they kissed goodnight. I would guess they kissed briefly and probably not that passionately with me sitting right there but they did kiss and I heard a couple of fairly loud and sexy sounding smacks. Then a very hushed "I love you" from her right before closing the door. I was on fire inside.
Last night, we had a long talk. It’s all over. She admitted that she’s been in love with him for a long time and she can't continue with this charade any longer. I am not entirely shocked, to tell you the truth, but I’m very upset.
Samantha moved out this past Sunday and moved in with my boss. This was not done in a mean spirited, "I'm outta here" sort of way. There were a lot of tears and apologies and promises to always care and love one another. She stayed for several days after letting me know, in part to help me come to terms with things and also to not make me feel totally abandoned. I have also talked with my boss on the phone and in person. It's was extremely awkward for both of us obviously but I can honestly tell you he feels horrible about the whole thing. I know, I know, he should and he's not going to win any supervisor of the year awards, and he knows it. But he does feel bad and it showed to me. He teared up also and that is about as rare as anything in the world. It's just not in him to be overly emotional but he was when we talked face to face. The bottom line with that meeting was it's just one of those things that happens has happened, and as bad as it is, there’s nothing that can be done about it now. For what it's worth, I forgive him. He's just a man who got caught up in a very unusual and complex situation. I am positive he never would have chosen this path and probably regrets many of his decisions. The facts are he fell in love with a woman he wasn't supposed to. But it happened and now life must go on.
In Samantha's own words if someone is to blame here it would be her more than anyone else. She confessed/admitted she was the pursuer in all this, not my boss. Obviously that really doesn't matter but that's what she thinks. She didn't just pounce on me with all the gory details. I had to beg and plead to get it all out, but in the end I think she admitted everything. She was somewhat guarded in the beginning but as we talked she relaxed more and more and let it all out. She admitted that is was much more than lust, even way back in the beginning. She pretty much had a crush on my boss the first time they ever met. It obviously wasn't love at that point but it came rather quickly she thinks. She claimed she never intended to do anything about this but she was aware she had impure thoughts regarding him ever since she met him. After Karen left and the way Sam and my boss grew closer, things just snowballed out of control for her. She got swept up in her own fantasies and emotions, long before I ever mentioned my fantasies to her.
I know this will sound horrible to most but she admitted that my boss was her dream man and he fulfilled everything she could ever want in a man. She was overcome with the "what if" and how being with the man she longed for so badly could actually become reality. This admission came after hours and hours of me tearing it out of her. She tried sugar coating everything initially, but as much as it hurt me I didn't want sugar coating. I wanted the reality, all of it. Here's where many will think me pathetic I'm sure. I learned a lot about myself in this long heartfelt conversation. As sick as most of this information made me to hear, I found myself turned on as well. Not right at the start but as I dug deeper and deeper into everything, I felt it. Knowin
g what was happening to me only made me feel worse and sicker. I threw up actually when I realized what was happening to me. I sat there alone in the bathroom, clutching the toilet, thinking what a miserable pervert I've become. Sam stayed behind in the bed room still crying and upset and left me alone. She didn't know what I was feeling. I didn't come clean about that till later.
One important part of this whole thing is my Boss doesn't know the full story. He has no idea Sam and I were playing this game. He just thought they were cheating lovers in a bad mess. She never intended to tell him the truth because she knew he wouldn't be down with it. And also as much as she says she did enjoy our fun it wasn't what she was truly wanting and hoping for. Now I know all this just makes her sound so selfish and horrible. Anyone would think that I'm sure. But the fact is she was so in love with him and so happy to finally be able to be with him she just went with the flow and hoped for the best in everything. She knew from the start that if he ever started loving her back she would have to make this decision. She didn't relish having to hurt me in this way but she knew she couldn't resist being with him full time, as his woman, his lover and someday his wife. She says she loves me and always will but as she was with him more and more she knew it was a very different kind of love. She's extremely passionate and loving and could probably love enough for two men but it's just not what her heart longed for. She wants to be his, body and soul. This does hurt me to write this, even with the sick stuff I’d admitted to. But she is his now and she doesn't love me in the same way she does him. She doesn't love me as a soul mate (even though she thought she did once). She doesn't love me as "her" man, her husband, her lover. She loves me deeply but as a friend. She grew more and more aware of this as time went on.
When my boss started dated another woman, it really sank it home for Samantha what her feelings truly were. She then knew it was real love that couldn't be put off or ignored. She just could not lose him. He wasn't comfortable with the hiding the running around, the deception, the wickedness of it all. He loved her too but he didn't want to destroy everything carrying on in that way. He tried doing the right thing but as she told me she went to him and convinced him for right or wrong they had to be together. They were both in love and as bad as they were for doing it they couldn't shove their love aside for one another. Finally, somewhat reluctantly he agreed. At this point she knew she had to make a decision regarding me. How and when were the things she had to decide. I was partially crippled so she had to wait. I understand this now and appreciate her waiting the way she did. She told him she would talk with me and tell me everything and make it right. She had led him to believe we were not sexual with each other anymore (actually true at the time due to my injury). Then she went back to him and told him she told me and I was sad but understood. During this time I didn't see or hear from him for a little while as he felt so bad and ashamed of everything. Later as he got more used to the thought of me knowing he started coming around again (not too often). Finally after much coaxing from her they came in that night and sat together like I wrote about before. He was totally uncomfortable about doing that she said (even though I couldn't tell) but he ended up doing it for her because she said I needed to get used to seeing them together and I was already ok with knowing they were together. She said she honestly believed what she told him but she also did it for me knowing I would get a thrill out of it and I had been through so much, she thought I could use the turn on, the little thrill of it all. Like I said, she didn't let him know that at all. He knows nothing about any of my/our kinky stuff we did .
The second thing that forced the issue is her mother found out. Well, Samantha admitted everything to her but her mother had become suspicious and actually confronted her about it. Samantha lied at first but later admitted she was having an affair and was in love with him. Her mom was and is very disappointed and embarrassed about it all. Samantha says she made her feel about an inch tall the way she scolded and talked down to her about it. But in the end, her mom wants Samantha's ultimate happiness and told her if this is what she feels then she must pursue it. But she did insist that she stop playing around behind my back (once again she obviously didn't tell the whole truth) and come clean about everything. She hates that Samantha hurt me in this way (Sam's mom loves me like a son) but you know how loving parents are, they will support their children through worse stuff than this. She wants Samantha's happiness and even though she probably lost a lot of respect for her or her decisions she loves her as much as ever and always will. I haven't seen her mom in person yet but she has called me twice and begged me to always call her if I need to talk or need anything at all. She told me I'll always be a son to her and she will always love me and wants me to be a part of her family's life. I promised I would even though I'm not sure if this feeling will last or how it would work in the future. I hope it can work because I love all of them, her sister too. During our conversations she told me how sad all this makes her and how she's very blown away by it and she's not sure how she will tell everyone. But we didn't really talk over details and stuff because it made me feel so embarrassed and uneasy and I shied away from all of that stuff. She knows as much as she needs to anyway. She doesn't need to lose any more respect for Samantha than she already has I guess. She'll forgive and forget over time I'm sure...it's her daughter, after all. So these two things, added with what was already going on in her head were the big reasons for the change. I understand and accept it for what it is.
SECLUDED UP THE MOUNTAIN
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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I felt my body falling just as I heard the cracking beneath me.
“Oh God,” I cried, panicked as I fell into the frigid water. It was February and the river near the cabin had frozen over. Although my feet hit bottom, I was in water up to my chest. I flailed my arms, trying to keep myself from going under the ice.
“Avery, no!” my friend Zoe screamed, her hands to her face. Her husband Jim reacted quickly, jumping off the snowmobile and running over. He lay down on the ice and reached his hands out to me. I grabbed on tight and he pulled me out of the icy water.
I was shivering in my soaked snowmobile suit as we walked back to the cabin. My husband Cameron had taken our Kia down the mountain to get some additional supplies. Unfortunately, there was no cell reception in our area of the mountain so there was no way to contact Cameron and let him know what had happened. When we reached the cabin, our friend Corneil was standing in front of the fireplace. Although a fire was burning, the room was still cold.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” Zoe asked. She had me strip naked behind the couch, then threw a thin blanket over me. It wasn’t very warm but at least it was dry.
“What happened?” Corneil asked.
“Her snowmobile broke down,” Zoe explained. “She was walking over to us and must have been on a weak spot on the river. She fell through the ice.”
“Damn,” he said. “Those blankets aren’t going to do much to warm her up. Until Cameron and Tanner get back, all we have are the two sleeping bags. Do you have a change of clothes?”
I shook my head, still shivering. Unfortunately, my sleeping bag and extra clothes were in the Kia.
“Why don’t you unzip my sleeping bag and use it as a blanket?” Corneil offered. “You’ll get warm that way.”
“And I’ll make you some cocoa to help warm you up,” Jim said.
It was a great idea. Between the fire, the cocoa and the sleeping bag, I warmed up considerably. After that we spent a couple hours sitting around the table playing cards. When it got late and it was time to go to sleep, we realized there was a problem. There were only two sleeping bags – one for Zoe and Jim, and the other was Corneil’s. My sleeping bag was in the car with Cameron.
“Zoe, maybe you and I could sleep together?”
She looked at her husband, then back at me. “I’d really like to sleep with Jim tonight.”
“Hey, don’t worry,” Corneil said. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“No, you don’t have to do that,” Zoe said. “She needs body heat from another person to help keep her warm, especially after what happened. You should share the sleeping bag. You don’t think Cameron would mind, do you?”
“No,” I said. He wasn’t the jealous type. But personally I was worried about how I’d react. I’d always been attracted to Corneil and I didn’t want to risk anything happening. Especially since my clothes were soaked and I’d be sleeping in the nude.
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