It was a dark and stormy night...

It was a dark and stormy night… I was stretched out on the couch, watching but not quite engaging in one of those tv shows that comes thirteen on a dozen about a number of young people of nondescript age and with canned laughter to let you know when it was supposed to be funny. I had half a glass of Rioja left on the side table and took a sip every now and then. My attention had long ago started to drift away from what was happening on the screen and at the moment I was casually running my left hand over my chest, taking turns stroking my breasts. Not really in a sexual manner, but rather because it just felt good. My husband had already gone to bed and I was considering doing the same - and that’s when a loud crash made me jump… and the lights went out. The only light came from the open fire over in the corner and I could hear my husband shuffling out of bed upstairs and making his way down the creaky stairs. I met him in the doorway and we looked at each other in the dim light of the fire.
There was a cold draught from the kitchen and we simultaneously exclaimed “Fuck!” There was glass shattered over the floor and a massive piece of wood was poking in through the broken kitchen window. The storm had ripped one of the branches off the old oak tree 

outside and now the wind was doing its best to shove it even further into our house. 

“Well… that’s unfortunate.” my husband said and I couldn’t help laughing out loud. Yeah, unfortunate is one way to describe this. It’s very accurate - but I couldn’t help but feeling that it was lacking a bit when it came to the magnitude of this problem. But right he certainly was and nothing would get better by cursing and shouting - and yes, that was my first reaction to the problem. 

He calmly concluded that we would need to patch that hole up, but to do that he needed to get the chainsaw - and the tricky thing was that we just the other day lent our chainsaw to the new neighbour. He moved in a couple of weeks ago and seemed nice enough and had given the impression that he was a very reliable man - trust me, if he hadn’t given a very good first impression there was no way my husband would have even considered lending him a straw. 

We shoved a couple of branches out of the way and tried to look through the maze of broken wood and glass over towards that neighbour’s house and it did look like his lights were still on. 

“I’ll try to swipe up the glass and get rid of the debris in here if you head over and get the saw back.”

He put on his boots and coat and grabbed one of our flashlights to head over there while I tried to fix another flashlight so I could see what I was doing. Lighting candles wouldn’t be an option before we got the window closed up at least temporarily - the cool wind has already made the house close to freezing. I’m almost done gathering up the worst of the debris when my husband returns, now with a chainsaw and the neighbour. I hurry out of their way when the chainsaw roars into life, but am called back. 

“Honey, you need to hold the flashlight so we see what we’re doing here!” I obediently position myself with the better of our flashlights trying to light the scene the best I can while the men divide that massive branch into more easily handled pieces - and within half an hour the window is free and they nail an old piece of tarpaulin where there used to be a glass pane. It’ll have to do until we can get into town and order a new window - but by now the house really is freezing and the fire has gone out. 

I’m trying to remember where I put those blankets I was planning to bring to the shelter in town - we’re sure as hell going to need them tonight unless we want to freeze halfway to death before morning and I’m so busy thinking about this I don’t really listen until my husband tugs my arm and asks me if I need anything before we leave. 

I probably looked every bit as confused as I feel because the neighbour is chuckling over by the door. 

“Well, it’s pretty damn cold in here” the neighbour says “and I thought you might want to stay the night over at my place. It’ll be a bit crammed, but at least it’ll be warm.”

“Right! Thank you, that is so thoughtful of you - I’ll just get my toothbrush and then I’ll be ready to go.” 

The wind isn’t as bad anymore, but it’s still really cold when we make our way through the darkness towards the small cabin where the neighbour lives. The flashlight has started flickering a bit, but lasts until we’re only a few steps away from his front door. When we step into the warmth of his home I can almost sense the tiredness coming over me like someone threw a blanket over me. It’s probably really unfair, considering the fact that I didn’t have to do any of the heavy lifting, but nonetheless I sink down on the three seat sofa and practically fall asleep while still on the way down. The last thing I’m aware of is that someone tucks me in with a blanket that smells a little like smoke. 

The scent of newly brewed coffee wakes me up and that is the first clue that something is different. I am completely disoriented when I wake up on a sofa in a surrounding I don’t know.  The room is warm and I’ve kicked off most of the blanket that was covering me. After I fell asleep someone did undress me, my boots and jeans are neatly folded on the wooden chair that seems to be acting double as a sideboard for the sofa. I’m still wearing one wooly sock, bra and panties - and a very dirty t-shirt. I look around, trying to figure out where my husband and that neighbour dude is, when said neighbour comes in through the front door carrying a load of wood for the fireplace. 

“Good morning sleeping beauty!”

I grab at the blanket and pull it over my lightly clad body, but his attention is not on me - he is fully focused on the firewood and I feel a bit silly. 

“Your husband went into town to order a new window for your kitchen - he’ll be back in a couple of hours. Meanwhile, make yourself at home. Do you want some coffee?”

I feel slightly bummed that my husband has left for town without waking me up - I might have had stuff to do there too - but on the other hand, I can’t blame him. He is and has always been a very efficient man. 

“You don’t happen to have any tea, do you?” 

He shakes his head “No, sorry. I only drink black coffee and I never have visitors…” 

I decide to try a cup of black coffee, after all - it might do the trick waking me up. I still feel slightly dazed  and confused. 

“Excuse me, but where is the bathroom?” 

He turns to me and smiles a slightly crooked smile. 

“Well, see… I’m sort of in the middle of some renovations here - so you’ll have to use the outhouse. But, and I apologise for this, if you only want to pee - please do so in the garden. I try to avoid having to empty the latrine more often than I have to. I hope it’s no bother...” 

I smile and assure him that I understand completely - even though I silently think to myself that had I known this I might have stayed in my freezing house just for the comfort of an actual bathroom. My bladder, though, does not concern itself with small things like whether I get a real bathroom or a grassy patch. I really have to pee, so I stick my feet down the boots and put my jacket over my dirty t-shirt. The jeans seem like overkill, though, and thus clad I step out in his garden. It really is more of a meadow than a garden, but it’s beautiful in a wild sort of way. I position myself next to a tree to have something to steady me as I pull down my panties and lower my behind to relieve myself.

The wind is completely gone and the morning sun is already warming a bit. Surprisingly I find that this feels very good - in an odd way. I stay squatting down in the morning sun longer than necessary and just breathe. At this moment life feels good. No, it feels bloody amazing! 

I take a deep breath and as I exhale I stand up. Too fast. Oh fuck… I lose track of what is up and down and the world goes first checkered and then black.

It doesn’t take long for me to come to again, it usually never does. This time, however, the neighbour has rushed to my side… and I can’t shake the thought that it certainly didn’t take him long to realize that I had fallen over. Was he watching me while I was peeing..? The thought makes me blush - and it also sends pleasant shivers down my spine. 

What also makes me blush furiously is the fact that I am wearing my big boots, a dirty t-shirt and a jacket… but as I lost my balance I must have taken a step and when I did I not only stepped my panties down in the muddy grass. I also ripped the seams and now they are nothing more than a sad rag of dirty fabric. 

He is trying really hard to be a proper gentleman, I have to give it to him. He is battling the instinct to look down to my now naked crotch when he bends down to offer me a helping hand. 

I don’t know what got into me… but I can’t resist the temptation to lean heavily against him and when I stumble it is only almost real. What is real enough though, is the very hot flash of pure lust that rushes through my body when his hands reach around to steady me. I continue acting some kind of naughy damsel in distress and let him half lead, half carry me back into the cabin and when he eases me down onto the sofa I lean back and let my legs fall apart enough to reveal my pussy. I act like I’m feeling weak and dizzy and in a soft voice I beg him not to leave, please stay with me and just hold my hand. I reach out for his big hand and grab it before I let our hands fall down on my thigh… or rather on my groin. 

I close my eyes, or… I almost close my eyes. Under lowered eyelids I observe the neighbours face while still holding his hand precariously close to my pussy. Now when he thinks I’m not aware he does let his gaze wander over my body, from my groin to my heaving chest and my protruding nipples and up to my face before returning to my naked sex. I move slightly and I can almost physically feel how he jerks his eyes away from my pussy and back up to my face. A small wiggling movement allows me to sink a little further down into the sofa and in the same move my legs open a bit more… and now our joined hands rest directly between my thighs, so close to my labia I can feel the warmth emanating from them. 

He makes a funny noise, it sounds like something between a sigh and a sob, and I open my eyes looking straight at him. 

“I think I need to get out of these dirty clothes. Could you please help me?” 

Poor guy, he looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a car… frozen in place. He inhales raspily and nods. He gets up to remove my jacket and then silently takes my dirty t-shirt and my bra. Then he gets down to his knees before me and reaches for my boots - but this time he doesn't pretend not to be looking at my pussy. As a matter of fact, he removes one of my boots and then just leaves the other as he edges closer, in between my open legs. He places his big and very warm hands on my knees, pushing them apart yet a little more. His gaze is locked onto my pussy and I swear I can feel his eyes on me and it makes it a little bit harder to breathe and I sense how I get wetter by the minute. His palms are running excruciatingly slowly up my thighs, his thumbs pushing my legs more apart as he goes. When he leans forward I can’t breathe, the tension is palpable. Those thumbs have now traveled to where my thighs meet and his touch is so light I almost think I’m imagining it, very carefully stroking up and down my labia, spreading my pussy lips. I watch his face and he seems so focused on my pussy it takes me aback when his gaze suddenly meets mine. It’s like somebody is steering my body, because I am not aware that I’m nodding until he nods back and without breaking the gaze he lowers his head and the warmth and softness of his tongue runs over the length of my pussy, very slowly. He is making his tongue wide and covers my cunt with warm saliva mixed with my juices. The intensity of his gaze makes this feel even more intimate than it usually does and I gasp when he suddenly makes his tongue hard and pointy - and presses it into my pussy while making a move with his head that presses his nose against my clit. I’m the one who breaks eye contact when I throw my head back and moan loudly, oh my God, this is truly amazing and it probably is a combination of the feeling that this is forbidden and the almost animalic desire I feel for this man right now… and, obviously, the fact that he is nothing less than a genius when it comes to licking pussy. The orgasm is building inside me and instinctively I reach for his head, wanting to press him closer - but he won’t have that. He stops what he’s doing and the orgasm fades in my body and gets replaced with frustration… I feel like a child who’s been promised candy and has been given vegetables instead and it’s really below me and I sound so whiny when I ask him why he stopped..? He doesn’t answer, he just looks over my shoulder at something - or someone - behind my back. 

My whole body goes hot and cold - and I know who it is standing there watching his wife with her legs shamelessly spread wide for a stranger… 

His voice is void of feelings when he says “Oh, don’t stop on my account.”

I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I can’t think. I really should do something, say something - but what..? Very slowly I turn my head towards where he is standing - expecting the worst. His face is expressionless - but the obvious bulge in his pants is telling. 

“Honey…” My voice is low and I can hear that it’s a bit shaky “why don’t you come over here and let me help you with that..?” 

The seconds run so slowly and he stands like frozen… and then he reaches down and unzips his fly. I turn around on the sofa so I face my husband and his cock. He doesn’t take his pants off, just pulls his erect penis out of the pants. I wet my lips and softly take him in my mouth. His erection is hard and I can feel his heartbeats in my lips as I caress him with my tongue, letting the tip of my tongue flutter along the frenulum under his cock… but he is not up for any love-making right now. He wants to fuck my mouth and putting his hand on the back of my head he presses his hard cock deep into my mouth, making me gag - but I don’t protest. This is my punishment, I understand this, and I will take it. Normally I would use teeth to let him know that he’s gone too far, now I focus on breathing through my nose - even though it is getting increasingly hard since the gag reflex is making my eyes tear up. 

To my relief he only thrust hard in my mouth a couple of times before he lets go of my head and pulls out of my mouth. His hand reaches under my chin and tilts my head back, lifting my chin so I look up into his eyes. 

“Darling… If you wanted some variety, you should have just told me.” 

My eyes are still running with tears that are just partly because of the rough treatment - and more because of my fear to lose him.

“I think I might even enjoy watching you fucking him… jus -t don’t try to do it behind my back. I want to know - and I want to be present, maybe even participate. We’ll see. For now, though, I really would like you to continue what you were doing and I want to sit down in that chair and watch.”

He walks past me, doing some kind of wave with his hand while passing the sofa and mumbles “Carry on!” 

He continues into the small kitchen, fetching a cup of coffee before sitting down in the chair opposite the sofa, still with his cock out of his trousers - and then sips his coffee while idly stroking his hard-on. I’m still in shock and it would seem the neighbour too is confused - but when my husband repeats that we are to carry on, he resumes his place between my legs and starts from the beginning once more, licking my pussy slowly and with that broad, wet tongue.

Where before I held the neighbour’s gaze I now lock eyes with my husband. He lifts one eyebrow and smiles slightly while stroking his cock and drinking that coffee. It’s such an odd sight, but the fact that he is watching me getting pleasured by another man turns me on immensely. I run my hand slowly along my stomach, trailing the fingers over my soft warm skin until my palm lands over my nipple. It’s hard and the feeling of it tickles a bit in the palm of my hand. 

The man between my legs slides a finger inside my pussy and adds a bit more intensity to his tongue work, then yet another digit and once again the orgasm is starting to build - and it does so quickly. Now every breath comes out like a moan and my body starts to shiver, starting somewhere in the pelvis and spreading out, making my legs shake and it feels like every muscle in my body contracts. For a moment I can’t breathe and when my moans resumes I’m loud as f*ck and if we’d had any other neighbours than the one currently stationed with his face in my pussy they sure as hell would’ve known that I’ve cum. 

It takes me a moment to regain control over my breathing and when I do I realise that both men are watching me with smiles that are very similar. Those smiles say loud and clear that we’re not done yet. 

My husband puts the coffee mug down on the floor and gets up while pulling off his shirt. He signs for me to move on the sofa and then takes place where I just sat. He makes a funny face and I understand why - the fabric under me must be soaked with pussy juices and saliva. 

“Ride it.” He nods to his erect cock and he doesn’t have to ask me twice. I straddle his legs and slowly sink down over him. I put my hands on his shoulders and start riding him, taking him deep and slow. He looks over at the neighbour and waves him over. 

“I want you to suck his cock” he tells me. I can tell that the neighbour guy is a bit uncertain as to what is really happening here, but he’s not about to complain. Obediently he comes over and after a bit of twisting and turning to find the right position he has one foot on the sofa and the other on the floor - and this brings his cock to just the right height for me to suck him while riding my husband. I find a rhythm where I take the neighbours cock deep into my warm mouth every time I rise up on my husband’s cock and when I slide down over him the neighbour feels my tongue swirling over his glans. I can feel that he is close to cumming and I switch one hand over from my husband’s shoulder to cup his balls just as the first vibrations in his cock tells me that I’m about to have a liquid breakfast… He groans and shoots his load into my mouth and I do my best to swallow it all, but I can feel some sperm dribbling down my chin, dripping down over my breasts. He collapses on the sofa beside us while I continue riding my husband - but now he has decided that it’s time for another change. He tells me to lean over our friendly neighbour, putting my hands on the armrest on his other side and starts fucking me from behind. For every thrust my breasts swing against the neighbours chest and he reaches up to massage my clit. My pussy is soaked with pussy juice, saliva and a thin trail of sperm that has made its way down over my breasts and tummy - and I am hornier than I can recall being in ages. My back arches and my pussy clenches around the cock deep inside me, I’m orgasming again, but my husband relentlessly pounds away, he isn’t done yet.

He looks over at the other man and asks him if he would like to fuck me. Without any further ado they switch places, the neighbour’s cock in my tight pussy and my husband sits down on the armrest. His cock tastes like me and I love it, I really love giving head. The cabin has reached close to sauna temperature by now and beads of sweat are running down our bodies, the sun coming in through the window catching us in rays of light and I don’t know if it is the sudden sense of limelight, but I’m about to cum again and so does my husband, shooting his sperm on my face and in my hair. The man fucking me from behind isn’t quite there, but it doesn’t take more than a minut or two before he pulls out and after a few more beats he cums, covering my ass and back with sperm.