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  I looked out the window again but it was too dark to see anything. The wind howled through the chimney and the fire danced. Niki pulled the blanket tighter.

  “I thought you said the weather would be good?” she complained.

  “I said should be good. There was a thirty percent chance of snow and it looks like our number came up. This is one of the modern cabins. We'll be fine. I feel bad for the people stuck in the older cabins. Tomorrow we can play in the fresh snow. Tonight we get hot chocolate and ghost stories.”

  My wife Niki, shivered. “No thanks, Rick. I think ghosts are real. Let's not invite them in for cocoa with us.”

  I shrugged and looked back out the window. The clouds had rolled in as the sun was going down and they'd looked angry. I'd kept that info to myself; no point in causing Niki worry. The storm built for a few hours before unleashing the winds. Now it sounded like giants were stomping around outside. I'd already heard one tree crash to the ground and the winds seemed to be gaining strength. This was going to be a mother of a storm. With any luck it would blow itself out by morning before our friends Tara and Steve joined us. They were my friends, technically, as I've known Steve since childhood. The four of us meet at a different national park every year for a week of hiking and incredible scenery.

  I joined Niki in front of the fire and under the blanket. When I pulled the blanket back I was a little surprised to discover she wore only lace panties and a tiny wife-beater. No wonder she was cold. We had plans to hike down the mountain to the lodge for dinner but those plans looked dead now. We had snacks and sandwiches in the ice chest so we'd be fine tonight. Besides that, we had a fully stocked bar. No way we'd starve with all those liquid calories.

  Niki caught me checking her out and smiled. She leaned back, tossing her long brown hair over a shoulder. Her tits are way too big for her petite body so they're always the first place my eyes go. I'm not even a tit man, I'm an ass and leg man, but no heterosexual man made it passed Niki's tits. They're big but they're firm. They look like implants but they aren't. She never works out and most girls hate her on sight. I kept staring.

  “Just give the word,” Niki challenged.

  I've dated a lot of women but none of them had the sex drive Niki does. She was difficult to get into bed while we were dating but once I did she went wild.

  “Word,” I retaliated.

  Niki scooted towards me on the couch. Down went my zipper and out came my penis. She kissed all over the head and down the shaft until she reached my balls. Then she leaned back and popped my head in her mouth. She took a breath and down her lips went, all the way to the base. For a girl that's only fooled around with two men, she has amazing sex-skills. I'm a little longer than the average man and a bit thicker but Niki doesn't care. She's always hungry and in the mood for dick. The bad news? She can't take birth control. We tried condoms for a while but those kill it for me so now we just pull out. At least, we did. This trip to the mountains was partly to get away from the city and partly to kick-off our first efforts to start a family.

  She had me hard in seconds. I thought about stopping her and ripping off her pajamas but this felt too good. I put my hands on her head and let her get to work. Fifteen minutes later I groaned as I shot several healthy blasts straight down her throat. She looked so proud. I pushed her onto her back and dropped between her legs, tongue lashing her until she screamed out her orgasm and pushed my face away. We cuddled and napped.

  Hours later the sound of another tree falling woke me. This one must have been big as the ground shook. I went to the window but outside was black as pitch. The wind howled and the cabin shuddered. Niki still slept so I let her. I stayed awake, keeping watch.

  After another hour I was actually getting worried. The storm had grown and air whistled through every tiny gap and crack the cabin had. The temperature had dropped a lot. I saw my breath every time I exhaled. I added a log to the fire.

  Niki woke and smiled, but then the various sounds started to frighten her.

  “Are we safe?” she questioned.

  “Safest place within a hundred miles,” I replied, looking around our one room cabin. I sat next to her and she hugged me a little tighter than usual. “It's just weather,” I reassured. “It won't kill us.”

  Outside another tree went and this one was close. The cracking and splintering of the wood filled our room with a deafening roar and Niki squeezed me hard. When it hit the ground the cabin shook and Niki yelped.

  No other trees toppled for a long time but the wind was unrelenting. I suggested some whiskey to take the edge off and relax her and she jumped at the idea. She had three to my one and an hour later she was laughing and goofy. I held back to stay sharp in case something did happen but Niki dove right in. Unbelievably the alcohol made her horny again but I wasn't recovered enough yet to get hard again. She played with me a little and then sat back and pouted.

  I thought I heard voices outside mixed in with the whining wind. I listened closely and heard nothing more, but my ears were on full alert. Minutes later a boot thumped on our wooden porch. Who the fuck would be out in this? I moved to the window. Niki was buzzed and oblivious. Outside I saw nothing but black. I switched on our porch light but illuminated only a small globe of rain and snow immediately around the bulb. It was coming down hard and fast out there. I turned the light off.

  I turned to join Niki again but I heard something low, behind all the wind. It sounded like a moan. At the moment, so many sounds came at from every direction that also seemed to be a moan I almost convinced myself it was just another trick of the wind, but minds work on many levels. I at least had to open the door and check.

  Icy air swirled and filled the room as soon as I cracked the door. Niki yelped again and asked me what the hell I was doing.

  “Hang on a second,” I implored, “I need to check on something real quick.”

  I flipped the porch light on again and stared into the tumultuous darkness. Rain drops and snowflakes spattered my face. Freezing air lifted my shirt and blew up my pant legs. For as long as I could stand it I scrutinized the inky night. Just as I shut the door, movement at the far end of the porch not caused by any wind caught my eye. I stared at it. A dark blob moved again. It was a person, lying on their side.

  I ran to them. An older man, early fifties, tall, heavy and scraggly, lay on his side. He wore a thick coat and jeans and boots and was drenched to the bone. He was conscious, barely, weaving in and out, and trying to crawl to the light. I hooked him under the arms and pulled but he weighed a ton. Niki, still in wife-beater and lace panties, shivering like a tower of Jell-O, appeared by my side and helped too. He lost consciousness. Together we got him inside and stood over him. I looked at Niki. The rain and snow had turned her clothing transparent. She was trembling hard in spite of the whiskey and I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

  “Is he dead?” she wondered.

  I noted his chest rising and falling. “Nope, but probably close. Throw some logs on the fire. We need to get him out of these wet clothes and you should probably get into some dry ones. She nodded and moved to the suitcase in the corner.

  In the light I saw he had red hair and his double chin was covered by a short scruffy beard. He had a mark on his forehead where he'd hit his head on something. I started with the coat and by the time I got to his shirt Niki was back by my side helping. She'd stripped off her wet shirt and panties and tossed on a thin, white, stretchy and super tight sport-bra and a pair of my white boxers. We stripped his soaking wet shirt off and then his boots and sock, which stank. Her face was so serious I almost laughed. I lifted his hairy belly to get to his belt. I stopped.

  “Niki, you sure you want to be here for this part?”


  “Oh don't be a grandma. I work in a hospital, remember?”

  I shrugged. We both grabbed a pant leg and pulled.

  Red wore no underwear. As his belt passed his hips his red pubic hair came into view, followed by the shaft of his penis. His pants traveled the length of his shaft a surprisingly long time. When the plump head came free, his dick swung down and flopped onto the floor with a thump. His scrotum was over-sized too. Niki and I looked at each other and she laughed nervously.

  “Okay, that's never happened at the hospital,” she joked.

  We tugged his limp body closer to the fire and threw another blanket over him, then sat on the couch.

  “Now what?” she asked.

  “Dunno. Wait.”

  Light flared and crackling increased and I opened my eyes a slit. Niki and I had fallen asleep sitting up. Our guest had placed a new log on the fire and was standing and touching his forehead, checking his fingers for blood. His belly stuck out and below it his big cock stuck out farther. He looked at us and decided we were still asleep and quietly closed the bathroom door. A few minutes later it opened and he felt his clothes laid out by the fire. I'm sure they were still soaked. He grabbed a handful of Saltines and sat on his blanket, eating one after the other, unsure what to do next.

  I acted like I was just waking, stretched my arms and checked on Niki. He pulled the blanket into his lap to hide his nakedness. I met his eyes and then quietly moved next to him.

  “I'm Rick. How you feeling?” I whispered.

  “Sean. Like shit. What happened?”

  I explained from the moment we found him forward.

  “You're good people, coming out after me like that. I owe you one.”

  “No worries. You'd have done the same.”

  He looked over at Niki still asleep and sitting up. The blanket had fallen away some when I moved to the floor and her big right breast wrapped in the sport-bra was exposed. The fabric clung to her and the size and shape were obvious. He looked away.

  “I'll get out of your hair. Thanks again.”

  I waved him off. “That storm is still raging. Listen. Stay until it passes. Why were you out in it?”

  “Tree smashed my trailer. I rented a spot way back in the park and a Redwood came through the roof to say hello. I headed down the mountain to find shelter but took a beating. I have no idea when I hit my head. I'd be dead if not for you.”

  “Yeah,” I responded, proudly. “Probably.”

  I was about to go cover up Niki when she heard us and woke up. She came over and introduced herself and they shook hands. She asked if he was hungry and he replied famished. She said she'd round up food for all of us. Unlike most girls, Niki is comfortable with her body. She actually loves it. She headed for the kitchen making no effort to hide. My boxers were pretty big on her so not much to see there but her fitted top followed her body exactly. Her large breasts swayed as she moved.

  Sean and I talked. He was from Boston but had toured the United States in his camper. His parents died when he was young and left him money so he'd retired at fifty and hit the road. I let him know Niki and I were still in college, had known each other since high school, and we'd gotten married just two months ago.

  Niki set out a plate of sandwich wedges and whiskey. Sean laughed.

  “Whiskey to wash it down? I'm going to get along with you kids just fine.”

  Niki and I moved to the couch and Sean took the heavy chair across from us. He still wore the blanket as none of my clothes fit him. We sat and talked and passed around the bottle while the storm destroyed the world outside. The alcohol warmed and relaxed us and soon we were sharing stories and laughing our asses off.

  Sean began a story about a bar fight in Dallas. As the story progressed he became more animated. The blanket fell away from his shoulders. The blanket opened down the middle. His big hairy bell came exposed. He was describing the wild details of the fight and did not notice. Next, like the curtains opening on a Broadway play, Sean's cock came into view.

  Niki saw it first. She was directly across from him while I was at an angle. I only noticed because she got quiet and her eyes grew big and she rolled both lips into her mouth and bit them. I know what that means. I discreetly leaned over to see what she saw. His fat balls lifted the shaft off the cushion and the heavy head pulled the tube towards the floor. It bounced around as he told his tale. A memory of a pony at my tenth birthday party flashed through my mind.

  Sean's belly jiggled as he beat his opponent with an ash tray. He gathered the blanket to kick someone and just like that, the penis show was over. He went on and finished his anecdote, totally unaware he had flashed us both.

  Niki took the last gulp and walked to the bar for another bottle. She cracked it and handed it to Sean before taking her seat again. When she sat, the leg gap on my boxers opened around her thigh and flashed Sean her bald pussy.

  I've never worried about Niki cheating on me. She flirts like crazy with almost every man but I know her and I know she is to be trusted, completely. Weak-ego men cannot be married to hot women. Not for long anyway. Besides, I like it when men check her out. She's a drop-dead gorgeous babe and she's with me. What's to complain about?

  One look at Sean's face told me he'd noticed her flash but he was old enough and wise enough to play it cool. We all went back to talking. Hours later we were sleepy again. Dawn could not be far off but outside was still black as the Devil's heart. The storm had eased back just a little.

  “Let's try for sleep,” I suggested. “Maybe when we wake the worst of it will be passed?”

  Niki and Sean nodded in agreement. Sean collected his blanket and returned to his place by the fire. Niki and I unfolded the couch into a bed and straightened our blankets. I turned off the lights but the fire still cast a warm glow around the single room cabin. I slipped off my clothes but left on my boxers, socks, and a T-shirt. Niki tossed and turned for a few minutes, trying to get comfortable.

  “This top is too tight,” she finally whispered. “I need to change.”

  She looked down at Sean but he had his back to us. Quietly placing a toe on the floor she moved to the suitcase. The room was still chilly but not as bad as before. In the low firelight I watched her peel the sports-bra off over her head and slip my boxers off her feet. Holy Christ did she look amazing.

  She leaned over to rummage her clothes, making her heavy breasts swing and her bubble butt stick out. I discovered I'd recovered enough as I began to swell. She found some panties she liked and stepped into them. They had to be the smallest, most see-through pair she owned; a tiny pink triangle of lace which barely covered her labia. She tied them at the hips and found a matching pink sheer top. The top had red tiger stripes on it which covered her nipples, unless she moved too much. She pulled her hair back into a long pony tail. She crawled back into bed.

  I whispered, “This is what you're wearing in front of our guest?”

  She poked my rib. “No, this is what I'm wearing to sleep in. In front of our guest I'll put on my robe.”

  She snuggled her butt back towards me until we spooned. At least, that was her plan. As soon as her ass made contact with my growing erection she gasped and ground her ass crack up and down it.

  If she didn't care, I didn't care. Thank you, Jack Daniels.

  I slid my hand under her arm and cupped a big tit. I pinched her already hard nipple. I thought this would be the extent of our sex-play but she surprised me. She pulled her panties to the side and tapped my head into place. Lined up, she sank her hips onto me, her hot and already surprisingly wet pussy smoothly enveloping one inch after the next. I groaned. Fuck she was tight. Sean sleeping so close to us was exciting. We were fucking with a complete stranger in the room. We'd done some mildly kinky things but this was a new high.

  We fucked with slow, small movements, trying to make no noise. We were mostly successful. Somehow the restriction on us made the whole thing more intense. I told her to move closer to the edge of the bed w
here the mattress was firmer. We'd both forgotten about Sean at this point so when I heard a low growl I was momentarily confused. I peeked over her leg and down to the floor.

  Sean was on his knees, the blanket in a pile behind him. He was watching us fuck in the orange firelight and stroking his big dick.

  “If you're cool with it, I'm cool with it,” he chuckled.

  I turned my head and discovered Niki was staring right at him. Actually, she was staring right at his huge cock and balls. Her mouth hung partially open and her eyes were big.

  She sneaked a hand down between her legs and teased her clit while I went back to fucking her. No need for discretion now; I pulled almost all the way out and buried it again on every thrust. Niki kept her eyes glued to Sean's enormous manhood. She was drenched. I wondered if it was the crazy scenario or Sean's big dick making her so wet. I pumped her slowly as the slurping sounds of her soaked pussy grew louder.

  Sean was into our little game. He stayed where he was but stroked faster. Niki was glued to Sean but Sean was welded to Niki. He's an older man and no doubt has seen a lot, but Niki is world-class sexy. She works in a hospital but could make a ton of money as a model or a stripper.

  Her arousal was literally dripping from my nuts. She turned to look at me over her shoulder and had the strangest look in her eyes. I know her so well most times I can read her mind but I'd never seen this look before. I held her hips tighter and slammed my penis home.

  She reached back and gently placed her hand against my cheek. Our eyes locked as we shared an intensely intimate moment.

  “Is it okay, Baby?” she wondered, her voice low and strained.

  I thought; okay? Hell yes. It's fantastic. I'm fucking my hot and sexy wife while some guy watches me do it. Life is amazing. Of course it's okay. I nodded.

  She shook her head, frustrated. “Honey,” she rasped again, “is it okay?”

  Now I was confused. I smiled at her and told her I loved her.

  “I love you too, Rick. Is it okay, Baby?”

  I turned my attention back to her pussy. I spread her ass cheeks to watch my hard penis move in and out of her. She's so tight that even this wet I have to push and pull in both directions. When I was a kid I masturbated in our family bathroom with some of my sister's hair product. I stuck my little dick into a tub of red viscous fluid and pumped it in and out. It felt good. It had the consistence of creamy peanut butter. I liked that I had to work my penis back and forth. It clung to me.