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Cabin Weekend

Last winter Lexi and I spent a weekend at a mountain resort in Colorado. The 10 or so cabins were occupied by couples — and one single guy — none of whom we had met before. The wildcard that weekend was James, a friend of one of the couples who apparently decided to join at the last minute. After a communal dinner at the clubhouse, we were all sitting around the bar fireplace with drinks in hand which helped all of us “strangers” loosen up. At one end of the bar the conversation drifted into late-night precarious territory where people started talking about relationships. When the topic of first dates came up, James said something that caught Lexi’s attention. The three of us exchanged a quick glance across the room — the kind that suggested that the night might get interesting. After a while James stood up and said, “I’m going to step outside for a minute. Need to stretch my legs.” The conversation kept going around the table. And then I made a silent exit outside, finding James on the deck. “Mind if I join you?” I asked. “Not at all.” The cold air outside hit harder than I expected after the warmth of the cabin. For a minute we just stood there looking out into the dark trees, moon and stars. “Interesting group,” he said eventually. “Yeah. We’ve never met any of these people.” He nodded toward the cabin. “Me either. You and Lexi seem pretty relaxed and comfortable together, unlike some of the others.” I smiled slightly. “Is it that obvious?” “Yes.” I nodded. “That’s a huge compliment,” I said. “Lexi and I noticed that you seem pretty laid back yourself.” A moment later the door opened behind us. Lexi had clearly noticed that I’d followed James outside on purpose. She stepped onto the deck, looking at the two of us with a kind of knowing smirk of suspicion. “There you are,” she said lightly. “I was beginning to think he’d kidnapped you.” James laughed. “Relax. I am harmless.” She looked him over for a moment. “That’s usually what the really dangerous ones say.” I glanced at her, then back at him. “I was just about to tell James that it’s not that often that someone piques your interest.” Blushing, Lexi said, “Really, who are you talking about?” “Why James, of course.” Nudging my arm knowing that I had exposed her charade she confessed, “Careful, you’ll scare him away.” James shook his head, smiling. “I don’t scare that easily. You’d be surprised.” I’ve spent some great alone time with a few couples like yourselves.” Lexi raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said casually. “Fun people. No drama. Just being open and honest about what we wanted and letting things play out from there. She looked at me for a second, then back at him. “That sounds like us.” Lexi held his gaze for a moment, her eyes lingering just a little longer than necessary. Then she pushed away from the railing. “Well,” she said lightly, “I need to get back inside before I get too cold.” We all went back inside. The rest of the night stayed easy — more drinks, random stories, and nobody quite ready to call it a night. At one point I noticed Lexi stop and talk to James at the bar on her way back from the lady’s room. The way she smiled at him told me the conversation on the deck hadn’t really ended, but nothing that would have looked unusual to anyone else. Eventually people started leaving for their cabins. Lexi leaned over and said, “I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too late.” “I won’t,” I said. Then she leaned in slightly between me and almost in a whisper suggested, “I’d like an interesting end to the night.” She gave James a quick nod goodnight and disappeared out the door and down the pathway to our cabin. James and I were the last stragglers at the bar finishing our drinks. All was quiet now except for the soft crackle of the fireplace and the clinking of glasses as the barman was cleaning up for the night. After a minute he looked at me confidently, “So… that conversation outside...” I nodded. There wasn’t much point dancing around anymore. “Lexi enjoys the attention of two men,” I said calmly. “And I enjoy seeing where that leads when the vibe is right.” He smiled slightly. “I had a feeling it might be something like that.” I stood up and glanced toward the exit. “If you’re interested,” I remarked casually, “you’re welcome to join us for a nightcap in our cabin.” He smiled again, a little wider this time. “I was hoping you would say that.” When I opened the cabin door, Lexi was already just coming out of the bathroom. Only half-surprised, she simply looked past me at James, letting the silence sit between them. Then she smiled. “Well,” she said lightly, “good timing.” James stopped just inside the door. He was clearly impressed by what he saw. The soft light from the bedside lamp caught the black lace garter at her thigh, the matching thong, and the delicate lace top hugging her body. Elegant. Deliberate. She adjusted the strap of the garter and tilted her head slightly. “I brought this along thinking it might make the weekend a little more interesting,” she said. “But it looks like you may have already taken care of that.” I laughed quietly and closed the door behind us. “Maybe a just little.” “Much more than a little interesting,” James blurted out. “You look stunning.” I leaned back in the chair near the window and watched the moment unfold between them. For a second they simply looked at each other, the tension that had been building all evening was settling into the room. Lexi sauntered sexily over to James. Then she slowly ran her fingers from his shoulders, down his chest and finally to the responsive bulge in his jeans. A curious exploration. James gently pulled Lexi by the waist towards him and started to caress and kiss her neck. The kind of kisses that grow more intense when there is nowhere else for the energy to go. From my chair I watched her hands move over him as she slowly worked his shirt open, completely unhurried, completely confident. Part of me enjoyed simply watching. But another part of me — the part that had been quietly building all evening — knew this night wasn’t just about watching from a distance. Not this time. Tonight, a rare energy was evolving. I set my glass down and stood, moving behind Lexi. My hands settled on her waist as I kissed her neck. James didn’t hesitate. His mouth found her breast while his fingers slid between her legs, and Lexi leaned into both of us, clearly enjoying the attention. “He feels good,” she whispered to me. “He knows exactly what I like.” Then gently pushing down on his shoulders she whispered, “I want your mouth.” James was half bent over and didn’t hesitate to gently push her hips towards the bed. Lexi lay back while I slowly kissed her lips as James settled between her legs. Her breathing deepened, and soft whimpers were escaping as we worshipped her together. “Good?” I asked. “It’s amazing,” she sighed, her eyes meeting mine. “I want to taste you.” I shifted closer and she reached for me, guiding me toward her lips while James continued pleasuring her. Small shivers moved through her body as she took more of me into her mouth, her tongue moving slowly as she adjusted to the rhythm between us. The room filled with quiet breaths and muffled sounds as the moment built. After a while Lexi pulled back with a soft gasp. “I want him now,” she murmured. James quickly finished undressing and we shifted positions on the bed. Lexi moved onto her hands and knees, glancing over her shoulder with an eager smile. “Put it back in my mouth.” I knelt in front of her again, guiding myself past her lips as James moved behind her. A moment later he pushed forward, filling her in one smooth motion. Her body rocked forward with the force of it, pushing my cock fully into her mouth as the rhythm between us quickened. James thrust steadily from behind while she tried to keep her sounds quiet, as if the other cabins could hear us. I watched her body move with every thrust, as the tension was rising. After several minutes she pulled away from me with another breathless sound. “Now… I want to ride him.” We adjusted quickly. James moved to the edge of the bed and pulled Lexi onto his lap. She straddled his hips, reverse cowboy, and slowly lowered herself onto him with a long, muffled moan as her body adjusted. I moved onto my knees and in front of her, using my lips and tongue to eat her sweet pussy. Lexi gazed down with a look of awe and admiration. “Oh God… it’s so full,” she whispered, her fingers gripping James’s thighs as if holding on for dear life. Once she settled in, the rhythm came naturally. Lexi’s body trembled between us as the pace slowly increased. James leaned a bit forward to kiss her neck while his hands helped pump her hips in synchrony. I was loving the view and realized that in the excitement I had been at times missing my target, Lexi’s clit, and licking James’ shaft and balls. But he didn’t object, in fact, it seemed to drive his fury. “I’m close… don’t stop,” she breathed. James finished first, his body tightening beneath her and just a moment later, Lexi cried out as her body tightened between us, breathless and spent. For a moment none of us moved. The room was quiet. I noticed that the seed James had spewed was running out of Lexi’s pussy and dripping down the shaft onto his balls. And with Lexi’s approval I licked up the precious nectar. When the cleanup was completed Lexi lay stretched between us across the bed, completely relaxed now, and her fingers traced slow circles across my chest. Every now and then one of us leaned in to kiss her — a soft kiss against her shoulder, another at her neck — and she answered each one with the same quiet smile. She looked perfectly at ease there between us, enjoying the attention, her eyes half closed as James brushed a strand of hair from her face and her hand tightened gently around mine. I leaned back against the pillows and looked at both. “Well,” I said eventually, “that escalated quickly.” She laughed softly and turned her head towards me. “You’re the one who invited him.” “Fair point.” James shook his head, still smiling. “I have to admit, this was not how I expected the weekend to go.” “That’s the best kind of weekend,” she replied. For a moment we simply lay there in that comfortable quiet that sometimes follows a shared experience — not awkward, not rushed, just relaxed. After a while she stretched slightly and looked at both of us with a smile. “So,” I said, “now the real question.” James raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” “Do we pretend this never happened tomorrow morning… or are we having coffee together like civilized adults?” She laughed. “Coffee,” she said. “Definitely coffee.” James nodded. “Coffee sounds good.” Outside the cabin, the forest was completely still. Inside, the three of us stayed there a little longer, enjoying the calm that comes after a night none of us were likely to forget anytime soon. Eventually James stood up and pulled on his clothes. “I should probably let you two get some sleep,” he said with a grin before slipping out quietly to his cabin. The next morning everyone gathered in the restaurant for coffee and breakfast like any other cabin morning — sleepy faces, mugs in hand, casual conversation about hiking plans. No one else seemed to notice anything different. But every now and then Lexi and I would glance at James across the table. The small smile he gave back made it clear we were all remembering special moments of the previous evening. Looking back on that cabin weekend, nothing about it felt reckless. If anything, it reminded Lexi and me how much trust — and excitement — still exists inside our relationship.