Just A DL

You'll Wait Outside the Bedroom Tonight, Cuck

I see the excitement in my cuck's eyes as he walks down the hallway. I see the bulge of a growing erection between his legs. He's already anticipating the pleasure of watching another man's cock fill his wife's pussy.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask.

His shoulders sink and for just a moment he frowns. "To watch."

He looks past me and sees my bull sitting in his underwear on the edge of our marital bed. Soon enough I'll be on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth as he looks down at me and moans at the pleasure I'm offering him.

"Not tonight," I tell my cuck. "Tonight you wait in the hallway. Tonight you listen as another man satisfies your wife."

I'm not punishing him. I'm merely exercising my right to determine how the night unfolds for him. More importantly, I'm keeping my cuck on his toes. Variety is the spice of life, after all, and even hotwifing would get boring if it unfolded in the exact same manner each time.

I step into the hallway and caress his cock through his pants. I kiss him on the neck and moan softly. "I'm going to suck his cock first," I whisper. "I'm going to take my time. I'm going to pleasure him like he pleasures me. I'm going to give him pleasures that you're no longer permitted to enjoy, cuck."

He trembles. His cock is now stiff. I smile at the power of a handful of whispered words. I feel overwhelming delight at his ability to get so turned on by his cuckolding.

"On your knees, cuck."

He falls to his knees. He looks up at me as I run my fingers through his hair. I lift my dress and expose my thighs.

"You may kiss my legs."

He leans forward and looks up at me as his lips caress the soft skin of my thighs. His touch is electric and my pussy tingles.

"Stay on your knees for as long as you can. When it becomes too much, sit against the door as he gives me what I need, what you can't give me. When you hear me moan, close your eyes and imagine what he's doing in that moment."

I turn and step into the bedroom. I look over my shoulder at my cuck and blow him a kiss. I shut the door, lean against it, and look at my bull, who has lowered his underwear and is stroking his cock.

I saunter towards him and drop to my knees. He releases his cock as I lean forward and kiss his legs, slowly working my way towards the object of my affection. I kiss his balls first, using my tongue just a little before I find my way to the base of the shaft and shower him in affection as I move to the tip.

I look up at him and take the head in my mouth. I moan and run my hands up his thighs and over his stomach and chest as he leans back. I suck on the head and swirl my tongue around it. He moans, too, and he does so a little louder than usual because he knows my cuck is listening from the other side of the door.

"I love sucking your cock," I say.

He smiles and leans forward to kiss me. It's a passionate exchange and one of his hands moves into the top of my dress to grasp my breasts. His touch makes me moan into his mouth as I stroke him and my pussy yearns to be filled with his thickness.

I take him into my mouth again. I sucked on the swollen, spit-soaked head. I close my eyes and my lips push down his shaft until I feel him against the back of my mouth. I breathe in through my nose and push deeper. He triggers my gag reflex, but I control it. My eyes water as he enters my throat. Then he groans the way I wanted him to. He groans because I'm making him feel so good. It makes my pussy wet when he groans like that, so I take him into my throat again, and again, and again before pulling back and looking up at him.

He wipes the wetness from my cheeks and kisses me. He pulls me up as our lips remain pressed together and our tongues dance. He runs his hands up the backs of my thighs and pulls my panties down swiftly. A moment later my bull pulls me into his lap, grasps his cock, and guides the head between my swollen pussy lips.

I lean into him as he fills me. He pushes the straps of my dress from my shoulders and kisses my breasts as I sink down onto his thick, throbbing cock. My pussy stretches around him and I feel only the purest pleasure as I once again have his glorious cock inside me.

I take his head in my hands and search for his lips. I find them and lure his tongue into my mouth. I suck on it as I rock my hips back and forth, bathing his beautiful cock in the heat and wetness of my pussy.

I moan for my bull. I moan for my cuck as he listens from the hallway. I moan for myself because it feels so good to have my bull inside me, to have a full day of anticipation finally pay off with the bliss of riding his naked, fit body as his hands roam over mine.

"I'm cumming!" I cry out.

I arch my back and roll my head towards the ceiling. I cum hard on his long, thick, perfect cock. I cum hard as he kisses my breasts and plays with my ass, as I hold him close and savor the fact that I get to fuck a man like him while my loyal, loving cuck waits by the door to be called in to clean up.

It will be quite some time before that happens, though, as I intend on making full use of my bull's impressive stamina by having him fuck me for the next hour. He will leave me exhausted and fully satisfied. He will leave my pussy brimming with his cum and my mind awash in the pleasure of being with a man that can make me feel such wondrous things.

Then I will call in my cuck and he will clean my pussy, thank my bull for satisfying me, and, if he's lucky, be invited to go to the guest room and jerk off as he listens to us indulge in another round of passionate sex just as soon as we've recovered.

Friday before last was my husband's birthday. Being the good hotwife that I am, I knew what he'd want most: for me to get multiple orgasms from another man.

A week before, I suggested I might set something up on my own. To ensure he was on board, I did this while his erection was either in me or wrapped by my gentle fingers. He's usually the planner and finder for our trysts, but this time it would be me. His only knowledge was that something would be happening for his birthday.

We'd met with this young stud a couple of times before: once in a hotel, and once at his apartment when his roomate was gone and we didn't have time for a hotel. He is an amazing lover, and my husband completely approved of him, so I called him up to see if he could provide his services to me, during the day while my husband was still at work. This was the other twist: I'd be meeting him alone, and giving my husband a play-by-play - in texts and in texted images - throughout my little encounter. Of course, my husband didn't know the planning until the morning of his birthday.

On that day, I woke him with a gentle handjob (he'd fallen asleep naked after we'd had sex the night before). I whispered happy birthday to him, and asked if he wanted to know about his present. Hard cock trying to fuck my hand, he was excited to hear what I had in store. I asked if he remembered the guy I'd set plans up for: turns out that I'd had so many lovers over the years that he wasn't quite sure. "Well," I said, "I guess I'll remind you of him while I text you pics of us throughout the day while you sit at work." I could feel his erection grow harder, and I squeezed it to prevent any premature orgasm. "That's right, honey. I'll go to him today, he will fuck me, I'll let you know how good he is making me feel, showing you what his dick does to me, and you can come home to your party knowing your wife was thoroughly fucked by a hot young stud."

Grip or no grip, he popped at the thought. I've rarely played solo, so this was a rare twist that was a mindfuck for him.

He went to work, and a few hours later my mother came over to watch the kids so I could "run a few errands" before the party. If she noticed my tight jeans and cum-fuck-me looks she didn't say. And I was off to my lover's apartment in Queen Anne, a quick text to my husband of my outfit and a message, "headed to my lover's home."

The ride was longer than it should have been, and the stop-and-go traffic across the bridge allowed me to send several messages to my husband and to my ready and willing boytoy. "My pussy is so ready for you, I'm rubbing it in my car," I texted, followed by "Oops, sorry, honey, that was meant for my lover."

I headed up to his apartment on the second floor. He opened the door, and gave me a long, passionate kiss as his neighbor was across the hallway. It made me feel slutty; I was clearly much older and, had they thought about it, was clearly there for something more than a friendly visit. But he ushered me in, and butterflies filled my stomach. I rarely meet guys one-on-one, and this felt very intimate. "Tall, blonde, and handsome" is a perfect description of him, and he made me feel wanted immediately.

It didn't take long to move to the bedroom, plenty of pics being taken of the undressing he was doing of me. He had free reign of my phone, and freely sent pic after pic to my husband. A pic of me looking up at him and the camera as I pulled his cock into my mouth; a pic of my spread legs begging him to come fill me; a pic of his dick rubbing up and down my pussy; a pic of him balls-deep inside; a pic of me clearly in orgasm that I don't even remember him taking. They all went to my husband.

He filled me, unloading inside me in missionary, kissing passionately. It felt good, despite my husband not being there. Or perhaps because of it. We laid naked, talking, a moment of 2 lovers happy in a very naughty encounter. He kissed me deeply, and I kissed back, tongues darting into noe another's mouths. This was the only video he made, of our deep, long kiss.

He was hard again, and I wanted to show my appreciation. I mounted him, cowgirl and reverse-cowgirl a couple times. He had been taking pictures until it got more passionate. He put my phone down, and I looked into his eyes as I rode him.

"You missed my pussy, didn't you?" I got out, grinding down as hard as I could. He moaned, I locked lips with him, and he pushed up into me, causing me to move up in the air and fall over onto him simultaneously. I could feel the expansion of his cock as pumped several shots of semen into me.

We both collapsed, laying exhaused. But I had a party to go to. I had a husband and family and friends waiting at home for me. He beat me home, and could only get a couple passionate kisses in while we had to do the family thing. He wanted to go upstairs with me for a bit, just to feel, just to hold his well-fucked wife in privacy. "Wait til later, honey," I told him. "Let another man's victory stay inside your wife for a while longer."

Between the Storms Ch. 3 Snowed In

Link to Chapter 1: Before The Storm Link to Chapter 2: Realization if you missed it Monday:

On Monday morning, Jalen woke before the alarm. He’d gone to bed early the night before and slept well. He looked out the window. Snow had fallen again overnight and covered the driveway again. The trees had heavy snow on them, and it looked like a winter wonderland. 

He reached for his phone and scrolled through the news. The storm made national headlines. Three to five feet of snow across the region, with higher totals in the mountains. That was on top of the three feet that had already fallen the day before. The numbers felt abstract now, just confirmation of what he already knew.

His wife Selena, wasn’t coming home today.

This time, the panic he’d expected never arrived. He had already prepared himself mentally, that she would spend another full day at the cabin, and another night, with Grant. Instead of anger, what settled in was something quieter. He felt small and insecure.

The kids’ school was still open, much to their disappointment. They’d hoped for a snow day, and their groans pulled Jalen out of his thoughts before they could spiral too far. He moved through the morning, making breakfast, packing lunches, getting them to the bus stop. He decided to call in sick to work, figuring there was no way he could focus on anything but thinking about Selena with Grant. 

Single parenting always took more out of him than he expected. Even when Selena traveled for work, parenting felt more challenging. It was a reminder of how lucky he was to share the load most of the time, and days like this are more occasional than the norm. 

Once the kids were dropped off, the house fell quiet again.

Jalen put the dishes away, then folded the laundry that had been sitting in a basket since the night before. There was something calming about it. Household chores had often had this effect on him. He didn’t believe in patriarchy, if anything, he leaned in the opposite direction. There was a subtle surrender in it, a familiar sub headspace.

And like it always did, his thoughts drifted back to Selena.

To her body. To her being with another man. This time it was different. She wasn’t just with another man, she was snowed in with him.

It was 8:45 a.m. and Jalen checked his phone again, still no update from his wife. After the day before, he assumed she wouldn’t reach out until they’d woken slowly and had morning sex. They also had no reason to wake up early, being snowed in. The image of Selena and Grant waking in the same bed two mornings in a row sent arousal down Jalen’s spine and to his little dick.

He hoped she’d check in soon, but he resisted turning that hope into expectation. Expectations were dangerous. Expectations implied control, and control was something he had surrendered the moment he consented to his wife being with another man.

False expectations had broken Jalen emotionally many times before. He’d learned not to set them, especially in his cuckold mind, where expectation only led to pain.

Selena woke up before Grant. His arm wrapped around her, his naked body pressed against hers, spooning. She didn’t know what time it was. It felt late. Much later than she usually wakes up, looking around she could tell the power was still out. The cabin was quiet. No responsibilities. Selena felt relaxed in his arms, thinking about how long it had been since she was able to wake up with nothing to do the whole day. No kids, no schedule, no work, nowhere to be. It felt peaceful. 

She glanced out the window. Everything was white. Thick snow piled so high on the porch it looked almost like a wall. The tree branches looked heavy because of the snow. The cabin itself was half-buried. With the fire burning low overnight, the temperature was cooler. But lying together on the mattress in front of it felt warm. She pushed her butt back against him, feeling his softness. Feeling his sleeping breath on her neck. 

She bit her lip and smiled. Already deciding how she was going to wake Grant up. Waking him up in a way she rarely has done with her husband. 

It made her think of Jalen. Of how long it had been since they’d shared a night like last night and a morning like this, unhurried, romantic, uninterrupted. They needed more time away together, she knew that. But the kids were young, and traveling without them was possible only occasionally, always complicated.

This felt different.

This felt easy.

Her husband was home, taking care of the house and the kids. She was worried about Jalen’s emotions but comforted that he was home taking care of the kids. She could get used to getaways like this. 

She was waking up excited to spend another day and night with Grant. She could tell looking outside, power still out, she wasn’t going home soon, and that was thrilling. So far everything had been perfect with Grant. Even in how he responded to the snowstorm. The physical connection is undeniable, but she was feeling a lot more than that. 

Last night was fun. The conversations flowed without effort and she felt wanted and desired by him. It was intoxicating. 

In this moment, part of her felt like she could stay here forever and be happy. That thought startled her. She thought about Jalen and her kids and missed them, but she was not ready for this time together with Grant to be over. 

There were moments, little things when Grant and Selena talked about life and shared past stories, that Grant said things that normally might have been red flags. But she is married, not looking to replace her husband, and those were easy to look right past. 

What mattered right now was how good this felt. 

Selena slipped out of Grant’s arms, turning over towards him. She lowered her body. She kissed his soft, flaccid cock. Even soft and limp, it was bigger than Jalen’s completely erect. 

She kissed the tip, licking it slowly and gently. Kissed his balls, twirling her tongue around them and taking one into her mouth. He slowly began swelling with its need for her. Grant stirred awake with a moan and shifted onto his back. She could feel his cock growing, lengthening, stiffening in her mouth, getting longer and thicker with her hand on the shaft, her fingers now couldn’t touch all the way around. 

Selena repositioned herself between his legs, arching her back and pushing her ass up, visually stimulating Grant with her body. Selena was doing this for her sexual pleasure and Grant’s. His balls felt heavy under her touch. Feeling him harden in her mouth, knowing she was arousing him made her pussy wet for him. 

Loving to worship his cock because she knew it made him feel powerful, desired, in bed with another man’s wife. She let out a moan, and in the room you could hear the wet sounds of her mouth bobbing up and down. Thick in her mouth, stretching her lips, making it hard to breathe. She gagged on it, causing her eyes to water. Came up for air then dropped back down taking his cock deep into her throat and holding it there as she licked along the bottom of his shaft and against his balls. 

Seeing him get turned on by the way she worships his cock turned her on even more. She would have loved for him to fuck her, but there would be time for that. Right now she wanted to give him the best blowjob he had ever had, so he would never forget this moment waking up with her. 

Pulling it out, she rubbed it over her large round breasts she had enhanced to arouse men like Grant. Then she took him back deep into her mouth. She told him how much she loves his cock, how perfect it is. That she can’t wait to spend all day in bed with him enjoying his cock inside her. 

His grunts grew louder and louder. Selena stroked it in a circular motion. “Fuck, I love your cock!” 

In her mouth again, he grabs her hair, pulling her tight into him, pushing it all the way down into her throat. “Fuck, I love you!” he grunted loudly. His heart rate and breathing sped up, and every muscle in his body tensed. With her hands on his balls, she can feel them pull closer to his body. He was at the point of no return. A sudden, powerful rush of immense pleasure as his dick starts contractions, a warm feeling as his cum spurts into her mouth. 

Selena swallows, taking each stream of his orgasm down her throat and into her belly. She feels his body relax as ripples of small contractions pulse from his cock, draining his cock entirely. His grunts of pleasure tell her how deeply she has satisfied him. 

When he grunted that he loved her, it didn’t feel romantic or emotional in the way those words usually carried weight. It felt appreciative, an instinctive expression of gratitude for the pleasure and release she’d given him. Still, hearing it sent a shiver through her, a warm tingle of satisfaction. She felt desired, seen, aware that she had given him something powerful. She stayed close, gently sucking him until he went soft. Gentle kisses and licks on the tip of his cock and balls. 

She felt close to him, and Grant felt close to her, both bonding and intensifying their connection. She lay on his chest talking about life with him, about how much they were enjoying this time together. 

Grant was in the shower, cleaning up. He’d already made a fire, and they’d enjoyed a cup of coffee in bed. Selena moved around the kitchen wearing only Grant’s hoodie and started making breakfast, pancakes and bacon. As she moved about in the kitchen, her thoughts drifted to Jalen and the check-in she knew she needed to make, even though she dreaded it a little.

She was happy. Still glowing from the night before. Excited for a day spent in bed with Grant. It felt like more than a hookup now, like she was his girlfriend. The feeling made her giddy. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time. She’d always enjoyed her cuckold experiences with other men, but this was different. This felt closer to how things had felt when she first met and started dating Jalen. Something she never expected to feel again with anyone else. She felt new-relationship energy. 

She turned her phone on. It was later than she thought, almost 11 a.m. There was a message from Jalen.

I love you and miss you. Hope you’re having fun.

Her heart dropped a little. She could read between the lines. The ache, the need, the emotions he struggled to manage. She knew he was aroused by this, even if he couldn’t fully accept it. She also knew she would never feel aroused if the roles were reversed. That would devastate her. Still, she understood this is how he is wired, even when it overwhelms him. 

She typed back. Love you too. Miss you so much. I’m having a great time, even though we’re snowed in and stuck inside the cabin.

It was true. She loved and missed him. But even as she typed, her attention drifted toward the bathroom, the sound of the shower still running. Grant was on her mind. She thought about how right now she could join him in the shower, if she didn’t have a husband to check in with. 

The reply came quickly.

It’s late. Did you two have sex again this morning?

She smiled. We slept in. I actually slept really well, probably just exhausted from yesterday. It feels nice having nothing to do today, almost like a vacation. We didn’t have sex, but we had other fun.

The message stirred Jalen’s insides, envy mixed with arousal. He enjoyed imagining her relaxed, happy, enjoying a forced vacation. He realized he’d fantasized about them spending an entire weekend together before. When she brought up the one night. But he never told her. He’d agreed to one night, knowing more would most likely be too much emotionally. Still, the second night hadn’t broken him. He’d slept well too.

I surprisingly, slept well also. Went to bed at 9. Guess I was exhausted. What kind of fun?

Naughty kind of fun, she replied. I woke him up by giving him a blowjob and let him cum in my mouth. 

That’s hot. Again, envy mixed with arousal washed over him. Did you have sex last night?

She giggled. Of course. We’re snowed in at a cabin together. It was romantic. Candle light, we had wine, fucked, and fell asleep by the fire. She shifted the focus gently. How about you? Did you pleasure yourself last night?

Angst and arousal surged together.

Sounds like a perfect night. I did. This morning too. Thinking about you in bed with him naked as the sun came up. Something about that image is especially arousing to me. 

LOL. You really are perfect. Such a naughty husband. What were you thinking about last night?

Jalen’s body buzzed, nerves tight. He hesitated, then typed. You’re a naughty wife.

You like that? Me being a slut wife?

He thought about all the men she’d been with since they'd married. The clothes he buys her. Necklines so low that show off her breasts, skirts almost too short, semi-sheer dresses. Tight tops, unlined bras or no bra at all, nipples clearly showing. 

Encouraging her, liking that she dresses sexually. Liking that men come onto her even with her wedding ring on. That she got breast implants after she started cuckolding him, even gets her lips filled and eyelashes done. He even helped her dress for her trip in a way they both knew Grant could not resist fucking her right when she arrived. Despite the anxiety, he knew the truth.

I love having a slutty wife. You’re perfect. I’m so lucky to have you. 

His arousal peaked as he continued. I thought about you snowed in with another man, talking, laughing, kissing. Having slow, passionate sex, almost like a couple. He paused, then added, I imagined you making love. 

Selena stared at the screen, heat spreading through her. “Fuck,” she whispered. Was her husband really aroused by this?

She thought about the night before. The sex was not casual like the first night, which she went to Grant for. The first night was about physical pleasure and mutual gratification, lust. A marathon of fucking, and it was amazing. She guarded her emotions, even though she felt an attraction to him.

Last night she felt almost crossed the line. Maybe she did. It is hard to say. The dinner, wine, fun conversations, laughing and flirting. She felt a deeper connection with Grant and affection as they drank and made out like they couldn’t get enough. The sex was slow, passionate and with that spark of chemistry, it ignited the pleasure and arousal, making her orgasms that much more intense. 

Then sleeping with him, and this morning. She felt closer, more fulfilled and wanting more. 

She typed carefully. So, does the idea of me making love to him turn you on, or does it flood you with cuckold agony?

Jalen was in a high state of arousal now, a dangerous place for him. It did both. Envy more than jealousy. Wishing he could give her what Grant could. Relief that she was being satisfied. Shame. Fear of being seen as inadequate. And beneath all, the deepest fear, that she might leave him.

And still…excitement. His heart raced, pushing blood to his hard dick. 

It turns me on. It floods me with agony too. But mostly, it turns me on. My orgasm was so intense and felt so good. 

That’s hot, she replied.

Do you like him?

She laughed. Of course I do. I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t. I just didn’t expect to feel what I’m feeling.

Their messages flowed easily now. Apart but together. Connected. Like best friends. Like lovers. Like husband and wife, and chatting like two girlfriends. Aside from her asking about how the kids were doing and telling him to send her love, a traditional husband and wife normally wouldn’t have a conversation like this. 

Do you think he’s hot? Jalen asked. 

LOL. He’s so hot. He looked so manly taking care of me yesterday. His body, his cock, wow. 

If you were single, do you think you’d date him?

I’m happily married. But yes. I absolutely would.

Sounds like you’re falling for him. I knew you must like him since you wanted to go stay a night with him at his cabin. 

Stop it. You’re bad! I don’t know. There is definitely chemistry. I love being with him, but I didn’t plan on this. I didn’t even know it was possible. He’s constantly on my mind. You will have to meet him, the man I got snowed in with. 

I’d like that. It would be fun to see you together. What are you doing today while you’re snowed in? They are still forecasting the storm to be heavy until Wednesday. You might not get home until Thursday! 

Are you going to be able to handle me here with him for another couple of days? 

It doesn’t seem like I have a choice lol. We have no control over the weather. I’m happy you are safe and enjoying yourself. 

I’m making him breakfast. We’re going to lie in bed by the fire all day. Just be together and hopefully a lot of fucking.

Sounds romantic.

It is. I feel bad, though. I wish I was with you. She meant it. And she didn’t. She didn’t feel Grant was replacing him. She felt she had two men right now she really cared about. If she was going to be snowed in if felt it should be with her husband, not another man. 

I think it would be hot if you let yourself fall for him, if that’s what you feel is happening. 

Selena paused, surprised. Really? She wrote back. You’re okay with that?

It scares me. He admitted. But yes. You’re alone, snowed in with a man you’re clearly attracted to. It’s already becoming more than you planned.

She felt love for Jalen encouraging this. Seeing her better than she sometimes sees herself. 

I love you, she typed. I promise I’ll come home.

After a moment, she added, what’s happening here isn’t something I’m trying to force, the opposite. But being stuck with him, it’s all unfolding fast, and some of it feels out of my control. 

I will not check in tonight, she continued. Not because I don’t miss you, but I want to explore this. We’re planning to stay in bed most of the day, and the night will probably blend into it. I don’t want to feel like there is something I have to do today. 

Jalen read the message slowly, pulse quickening. He felt the loss of control, his wife taking the lead, and the arousal that came with it. 

Can you send me a picture of you at the cabin? He asked. I want to visualize it. He knew it sounded needy, but one image from her would make him feel included. 

She smiled at the screen. 

You’re naughty. She wrote back. I definitely will. I’m turning the phone off now. Love you, my sexy husband. Thank you for understanding and trusting me. I know this is hard for you.

She felt Grant come up behind her as she flipped the pancakes, his muscular arms sliding around her, his hands sliding under her shirt and resting easily against her inner thighs as he kissed the back of her head.

“How did the check-in with your husband go?” he asked.

It felt like a weight had lifted. The guilt she’d been feeling being here with Grat had softened. She turned and kissed him, slow and lovingly. “It went well. I don’t know if you saw the forecast this morning. He thinks we’ll probably be stuck here until Thursday.”

“Perfect,” Grant said with a smile, brushing her hair aside before kissing her again. “I already told work I won’t be coming in this week. You should probably do the same, if you haven’t.”

“I will,” she whispered, leaning back into him for another kiss.

“Oh shit,” she suddenly laughed, turning as the pancakes began to smoke.

They both laughed. She nudged him away playfully. “Go get back in bed so I can bring you breakfast. I also told Jalen I won’t be checking in again today, but he asked if I could send him a picture.”

Grant’s eyes widened with excitement. He stayed close as she pulled the pan off the heat. “That sounds like a fun activity,” he said. “I’d love to have a picture too, something to remember being snowed in with the sexiest woman on the planet.”

She blushed, shaking her head. “Your trouble.”

“Here you go,” she said back in the bed by the fire, nudging a piece of bacon to his mouth and feeding him with her fingers.

“I can’t pass up bacon,” Grant said, taking it with a grin, his hand drifting toward her. “But I think we should skip breakfast.”

“Stop it,” she laughed, batting his hand away. “We have all day for that. We have to eat.”

“I just love being here with you,” he said easily.

“I love being here with you too,” she replied. “It’s perfect.”

Grant laughed softly. Having her in bed with him like this, laughing with him, feeding him breakfast fueled his attraction to her. In the same way, clearing snow for her and making a fire had made him more attractive to her the day before. They were taking care of eachother and that felt good. 

Outside, the snow had already begun piling up again, covering the work he’d done the day before. It would need clearing again, but not today.

“Take the hoodie off,” Grant commanded, lifting her phone in his hand as he positioned her near the window, the snow-heavy trees visible behind her. “The T-shirt looks sexier. It’s been driving me crazy since you put it on.” 

She smiled, doing as he asked. The shirt hung loose and comfortable against her, oversized, but still very much revealing. Her hardened nipples pushing against the thin cotton, you could see the outline of her round breasts. She felt sexy in it, in just Grant’s t-shirt. Her pussy and ass exposed to the cabin air, arousing. The ease with which Grant touches her ass, her pussy, whenever he desires.  

Grant stepped back, framing the picture carefully, taking a few as she shifted poses. He was enjoying it, directing her. 

Put your hands up behind your head. He instructed. When she did, the shirt pulled up, showing all of her bare legs, and smooth shaved pussy. 

Turn, push your ass back and arch your back. This captured her round ass with the t-shirt only covering the upper quarter perfectly. She looked hot, she felt hot posing for pictures for another man. She would send a couple to Jalen, but she felt she was Grant’s subject. He was clearly enjoying his subject as she made eye contact with him and the camera. 

Spread your ass cheeks, push out your ass, show me what a good girl you are for me. 

She giggled and did exactly what he asked. Good girl he said, that one is just for me. Now take the shirt off. 

Grant took a naked picture of her, then instructed her to spread her ass again. Placing the phone down, done taking pictures. Grant pulled his cock out and slowly stroked it with his hand. 

“You have a perfect ass,” Grant said, stepping towards her. “Keep spreading your ass, tell me what you want, my Selena.” 

She blushed. “I want your cock,” she giggled, pushing her ass out to him. 

Behind her, he pressed his cock against her pussy. 

“I love everything about you,” he whispered. 

She smiled softly. “I love everything about you.” And she realized how true that felt. How much she loved this moment, being here with him. He made her feel things for him. 

“Tell me what you want, my girl,” Grant whispered, pressing the tip of his cock into the soft warm folds of her pussy. 

She leaned her head back. “I want you.” With Grant’s arms now wrapped around her, she kissed him with an urgency that surprised both of them. Grant thrust his cock deep into Selena. Taking her standing next to the window, she took photographs to send her husband. Grant wanted her to think of this moment every time she saw the photographs. To think about him. 

The photo shoot had them both extremely aroused. He took her with power. A passionate fucking from behind, caressing her soft breasts with his hands. Craving each other’s bodies. Grant’s cock thrusting into her most intimate part of her body, hearing her moans and sighs of sexual pleasure, feeling her trembling uncontrollably with orgasmic pleasure on his cock.

Then it settled into something deeper. Time stretched. The fucking turned into making love on the mattress by the fire. After Grant had an orgasm, they would lay, bodies tangled beneath the blankets. Grant traced patterns along her arm, her back, and she did the same on his body. 

Selena rested against him while they both napped. Later awake, they would make love again, slower this time, looking at each other, to smile, to laugh quietly. The connection felt fuller now, less about release and more about closeness. When Grant was too sexually drained, Selena lay in his lap. Rubbed his soft cock and balls. Kissing it, sucking on it soft in her mouth until it got semi-hard. Even semi hard he felt big. He lasted longer. 

By afternoon, it no longer felt like they were waiting out a storm. Selena couldn’t remember a day she just laid in bed and made love with another man, with no interruptions, no other plans, nothing else to do to pass the time. She did not know how many orgasms she had. It felt like the day was one long, amazing orgasm. 

Her body and mind felt fully relaxed, sexed, as evening light set across the room. 

“I love you. I miss you. Thank you for being the perfect husband and encouraging this. My phone is about to die, so it might be later in the morning before I can check in again. It’s been a perfect day in bed with Grant. Good night, my love.”

She set the phone down, unaware of how deeply those words would land.

Immedietly Jalen felt arousal seeing the photos of his wife. She looked sweet and innocent in the first, but he noticed right away that the shirt she was wearing must be Grant’s. That triggered intense arousal. The next one, the shirt pulled up, and he could see her naked, smooth pussy. He zoomed in and noticed her pussy lips looked puffy. Then one of her turned, with the shirt just above her ass. Finally, the last one, fully naked. She looked erotic and sexy, her smile and clearly aroused. 

In his room with the doors closed, it didn’t take Jalen long to cum. To his surprise, it wasn’t over ten minutes later, he was back looking at the pictures. “She is wearing another man’s shirt.” He thought to himself as he played with his dick, already hard again. His second orgasm was just as intense as the first. 

Then time passed slowly. The nightly routine with the kids. Dinner, a show, bedtime. Alone again in his room, Jalen started reading between the lines. His mind filling in what hadn’t been said, building its own story.

A thought landed hard.

She is his.

Jalen hadn’t taken the photos. Grant had. Selena had posed for Grant in those pictures. Even though she sent them to him with a note she loves him, the logic didn’t matter. Emotion overrode reason. His wife, snowed in, wearing another man’s shirt, belonging to him in that moment.

He pleasured himself almost immediately when the photos arrived. Then again. But now, lying alone in bed, the arousal drained away, replaced by something colder.

Panic.

Fear.

What if she doesn’t come back? What if she comes back to tell him she is leaving him? 

Jealousy is a natural emotion. It makes cuckolding real. It is not a sign of weakness or failure. Often it fuels the sexual energy but not when it can not be managed. 

The thoughts spiraled fast. He had taken this fetish too far. Just that morning, fueled by arousal, he’d encouraged his wife to let herself fall for another man. This wasn’t just sex anymore. The weight of it crushed him.

If she could love another man, what did that say about loving him?

His mind slipped back into the monogamous script he’d been raised with—one man, one woman, marriage as possession, loyalty as exclusivity. If she was falling for Grant, then she must not love him anymore. That was the rule he’d learned, even if he’d spent years trying to rewrite it by encouraging his wife to fuck other men.

All the reasons he feared he wasn’t enough came roaring back.

Grant being more confident, better in bed, owning a cabin he could take her to. Jalen imagined Selena comparing them, even if she wasn’t. Imagined himself unable to compete.

Why would she come back to him when she had a man who fucked her better and shared an emotional connection with her?

The thought humiliated him. Made him feel small. As if he’d handed over not just his wife, but his place in the world. In that moment, he saw himself as weak, emasculated by his own desires, undone by the very fantasy he’d chased. He felt all of his confidence in himself and their marriage erode. 

This was the part no cuckold liked.

The part where the thrill collapsed into terror. Where submission stopped feeling erotic and instead felt annihilating. Where the loss of control was no longer a choice, but absolute. A storm of deep, dark, uncontrollable angst he couldn’t get out of.

He curled into bed, heart racing, mind loud and unforgiving. He was losing his wife. Losing control. Losing himself.

He fell asleep completely wrecked, emotionally spent.

Between the Storms Ch. 2 Realization

Link to Chapter 1: Before The Storm if you missed it

Sunday:

Sometime after 2am, the wind picked up outside. Jalen, half awake to the sound, listened as it rattled the windows. Snow is now coming down in the foothills of the mountains. He rolls over, the bed feeling empty without Selena there. A fairly sleepless night. 

At the cabin as the sun rose, Selena woke to complete silence. The wind had stopped. No noise except the body moving next to her. She didn’t remember falling asleep. She must have dozed off after they fucked in the middle of the night. Her body naked, her pussy felt slightly sore from all the sex the day and night before.  

If felt strange being in bed with another man, not her husband, so she too started the night having a hard time sleeping. Surprisingly, though she felt well rested after a heavy sleep when she passed out after a good hard fucking from Grant.

Grant’s arm felt unfamiliar as he placed it over her body and pulled her into him. His soft, flaccid cock rubbed against her ass. Even soft, it felt bigger than her husbands when hard. She slept the night with another man, and it felt good. The sex was amazing. Better than she had imagined when she agreed to spend the night with Grant. 

“Morning,” he whispered, pulling her close to him. 

“Morning,” she smiled, pressing her ass back into him, loving the feeling of his cock between her butt cheeks. “What time is it?” She giggled. “Do you think we have time for another?” 

Grant looked at the nightstand clock to see a blank, dark screen. He looked up and around. “I don’t know. I think the power is out.” 

He pulled her in close, kissing her neck. whispering how sexy she is. Telling her he had nowhere to go.

“Give me a second,” Selena said, already slipping from the bed. “I need the bathroom, and I want to brush my teeth.” 

Salena hurried back into bed, her body cold and still naked. “It is freezing in here. She laughed.” 

Grant laughed, pulling a blanket up around her. “It snowed a lot,” she said. “Everything is covered. It’s still dumping. I don’t think I can get my car out.”

Selena looked at him, eyes bright. When she looked out the bathroom window, it looked magical out. Trees heavy and covered in white, the ground blanketed by untouched powder. The snow made the cabin feel even cozier. 

Grant smiled. “They’ll plow the road soon, so people can get up to the ski resort,” he said. “It just means we have a little more time together before you have to go home.”

He pulled her in for a kiss, and she melted into it. It felt almost like a continuation of the night before, and Selena loved how much he still desired her waking up together. Both filled with sexual excitement and Grant rested from sleep, hard and ready to go. 

She could feel she was developing feelings for him, eager to spend more time with him. Happy to be in bed with him.

Selena slid down the bed under the covers and sucked his cock without prompting. She sucked his dick and his balls. Licking up from the balls to the tip of his cock and sliding him back into her mouth. “I want you to fuck me hard again,” she said once she had him stiff and slick with her mouth. “I want you to fill me with your cum one last time before I go back home to my husband. Will you do that for me, Grant?”

He smiled, reached down, and slipped a thumb into her mouth. She closed her eyes, moaned and sucked on it in a manner that made his dick even harder. 

“Do you like being fucked hard, Selena, or do you know that I like it and you just want to be a good girl for me?” 

She smiled, and Grant pulled his finger from her mouth. “Both,” she said. “I just like when you fuck me hard and make me tremble. I don’t get that at home.” 

Her pussy sore and feeling already used, like the first time he entered her when she arrived yesterday, it felt like he was splitting her open and her body needed that time to adjust. Grant could tell and feel her tightness pushing in until he was balls deep inside her and staying there. He liked to hear he gives her something her husband doesn’t.

He slowly started to work his cock in and out of her. Building the intensity, fucking her harder and harder as he rubbed her clit. Causing her to have the trembling orgasms she was craving, gushing her body fluids over his cock. As she requested, he finished again inside her. Pumping her with his sperm.

Afterwords, Grant got up to make a fire and boil water for the coffee press. Also to check on the cabin with the power out. Selena cleaned up and put on the outfit she had brought to wear home. Tight jeans that shaped her ass, and a semi-sheer top Jalen liked. She picked it out for him, knowing that whatever state he is in emotionally when she gets home, he could not deny his attraction and love for her. Even after spending a night with another man.

Jalen had been up already for hours. It was already 9am and he had not yet heard from Selena. Outside of their home, there were a few inches of snow, and it was still coming down. Not unusual for winter, but more snow than they typically get at their elevation. As Jalen drank his coffee and checked his phone every few minutes, hoping for an update, he thought about his wife waking up in another man’s bed. The thought stirred him. Morning sex, at least with him and Selena, always felt different. Slower, more personal, emotionally closer.

He thought about when he wakes up beside his wife. He has her all to himself. It is very satisfying. How he will spoon into her, running his hand over her body, feeling her get excited. Her nipples get hard, her pussy gets wet. There is little life tension in the morning, and it is a time they connect through the pleasure of good morning lovemaking. 

Jalen felt his arousal, hoping his wife was being fucked this morning by Grant. Even the intimacy excited him. His arousal was high, and he was excited for her to come home to him well fucked. He hoped she was riding his cock at that exact moment. Tempted to masturbate, he resisted, wanting to save himself for his wife. 

Jalen took another look out the window and muttered to himself, “I’m going to have to get the snowblower out.” They only got snow like this a few times each winter, and most days he enjoyed shoveling it. Being outside, breathing cold air, turning it into a morning workout was enjoyable. But when it piled up fast like this, he was grateful his mother-in-law had insisted on gifting them the snowblower years ago.

Like he did most mornings, he stood at the counter with his coffee, scrolling through the news on his phone before pulling up the local weather. The forecast had shifted overnight. Heavy snow, 100 percent chance, all day, with more expected for the next several days. A winter storm warning across the entire region.

His thoughts drifted to Selena and the drive home. Their SUV is all-wheel drive with winter tires. They purchased it to have a vehicle that can handle this kind of weather. Still, the snow falling outside his window was one thing. Her going over the mountain pass he knew would be a challenging drive in these conditions. 

He searched the forecast for the area where Grant’s cabin is. In a different mountain range, a couple of hours away. Higher elevation.

“Shit,” he said out loud.

The conditions there were worse, much worse. Twelve to eighteen inches had already fallen overnight, with snow still coming down. The pass connecting the two regions was closed to all traffic. Power outages were spreading through the area.

The headline he read said: Major winter storm leaves mountain communities snowed in. Heavy snowfall will likely continue through Wednesday.

Jalen checked the date at the top of his screen.

He set his phone down slowly. The knowledge that his wife would not be coming home today sank in. If the pass was closed, Selena couldn’t get home. He felt his stomach fall, like the feeling when you are dropping from the top of a rollercoaster, letting go of all control. She was snowed in with another man. This was supposed to be one night. Now there was no way she would be home in a few hours. Maybe not even for a couple more days. 

 “Fuck!” he said out loud. How did he let this happen? 

Despite that, his body betrayed him. The thought of her being trapped there with a man she had spent the previous afternoon and night fucking stirred arousal alongside fear and anxiety. He could feel his dick twitching, as much as he hated the idea, as he thought it through, it was turning him on. 

He checked his phone again. Still no message from Selena. But it had only been fifteen minutes since he last looked. It wasn’t even 10am yet. She’d told him she’d probably leave around eleven, after breakfast and coffee, before heading back over the pass. She stayed the night with him because she didn’t want to feel rushed. 

His eyes looked over her last message: 

I’ll message you again tomorrow morning, my love. Thanks again. Love you so much. Bye.

Jalen hated how needy he suddenly felt, but he needed to hear from her. They had rules. When she was with another man, she checked in when she arrived and when she left. This time she’d checked in when she arrived, and even later before dinner to update him she was having a great time and enjoying herself with Grant. Morning was supposed to be the next check-in.

He typed before he could overthink it.

Can you call me?

At the cabin, Grant had the fire going and water boiling for the coffee press while Selena moved quietly through the small space, cleaning up. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she folded the dress and boots from the night before into her small duffle, then picked up her phone.

She saw Jalen’s message and closed her eyes briefly.

No, she thought. Not this.

This was the part of cuckolding she had grown to hate. The swing from excitement to overwhelm. Jalen always started so eager, so supportive, and then his emotions would surge faster than he could manage, causing him to lose all control of them.

She typed carefully.

We agreed I’d check in over text. We’re just getting out of bed. I’m dressed and ready to head home, but we’re having coffee first. There’s a lot of snow, so I might be here longer. Grant says the roads usually get plowed early.

The reply came almost instantly, and the tone tightened her chest.

But you haven’t checked in. What have you been doing?

She took a deep breath, feeling irritation surge through her body.

We woke up and enjoyed our time in bed. She wrote back. So I can come home to you feeling extra naughty and freshly fucked 🙂. I was about to check in. Like I am right now.

Jalen read it and felt the words hit him. A surge of intense arousal cut through his anxiety. He imagined what she meant by enjoyed. He thought about her naked with another man’s cock inside her when she woke up. It was easy for him to visualize a fantasy that is a reality. 

I need you to call me, he typed.

A moment later, her response appeared.

Sweetie, Grant’s in the kitchen making coffee. It would be awkward to call while I’m with him. I’ll call you when I’m on the road. I promise.

Jalen stared at the screen, then typed again before he could stop himself.

Did you sleep well last night?

The answer took longer this time. The tone her husband uses isn’t playful like hers. It is direct. 

Not really, she wrote. We were up late, his cock feels so amazing inside me. Then I passed out for a bit after he finished inside me. Mostly, I tossed and turned. Then we woke together. He fucked me again this morning. It felt incredible. But I missed you, and I don’t sleep as well as I do with you. It felt nice waking up with him.

The words lit him up with arousal and hollowed him out at the same time.

She didn’t know yet.

He copied the headline and sent it with a link: 

Major winter storm leaves mountain communities snowed in. Heavy snowfall expected to continue through Wednesday.

Selena read it. Then again. A flicker of panic rose sharply and suddenly. She had to work tomorrow and was hours from home, in a cabin with a man she barely knows outside of casual sex. She had nothing with her except the clothes she was wearing and the dress she had worn last night. Behind the logical thoughts, there was also a feeling of excitement.

She typed quickly. 

I’ll call you in a few minutes. Let me show this to Grant. I know there is a lot of snow and the power is out, but I didn’t realize it was this bad. Suddenly the storm outside had just shifted everything inside too. 

Grand stood barefoot near the counter in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. He looked at her as she entered and could see panic on her face. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

She handed him her phone. “The pass is closed. This is worse than we thought. We might be stuck here until Wednesday.” 

Grant skimmed the headline and clicked to read the article. He sipped his coffee, going over a checklist in his head. They were safe, and besides missing work, there wasn’t anything to worry about. Grant already felt lucky Selena had chosen to visit him and spend a night. It felt empowering to him to have another man’s wife. Now he will have her longer. 

“We will be alright,” he said simply with a smile. 

Selena didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t all right. This was supposed to be one night. She has had plenty of one-night stands, sleeping in other men’s beds before meeting Jalen. This was not a one-night stand, but it was supposed to be just one night of fun. Casual sex. Spending multiple days with him, she felt a little unease. She was worried about Jalen and how he was going to handle this. She was also worried about the feelings that had already developed after spending the night with Grant.

“That’s it?” Selena asked. “We will be alright.” 

He shrugged lightly. “I’ll message my work and tell them I’m snowed in. You should do the same.” He pulled his phone out, typed a short message, and sent it without hesitation. “Done. we should also turn our phones off to save the batteries. We can charge them in the car, but that won’t be ideal with all this snow.” 

Grant approached her, sticking out a hand. “You okay? You have to admit it is kind of exciting to be snowed in. It’s not our fault we have to miss work. Spend another night or two together.”

Selena hesitated. It felt uneven. “I’ll have to explain it,” she breathed, feeling a bit of shame and vulnerability. “Missing work. Being stuck here. Not with my husband, Not with my kids.” She swallowed. “With you, people are not stupid.” 

Being snowed in with a man who isn’t her husband crossed social norms. She felt that lying would be complicated and dishonest. On the flip side the truth feels exposed and risky. 

Grant nodded, not dismissing her concerns. “This is real though. Being snowed in, and our feelings for eachother. It is what it is. Let’s make the best of it.” 

She looked down. There was a mixture of feelings. There was excitement and unease. The previous night with Grant was amazing, pleasurable sex, and she enjoyed being with him. She could feel the cum dripping out of her pussy from the sex they had just earlier this morning. The cabin feels safe and cozy, and this is a story few people get to live. If she didn’t have a husband at home, she would take Grant’s hands and lean into him. Kissing him, excited to be here with him. 

She looked down, running her fingers across her arm. “I didn’t plan for this to be more than one night.” 

“I know,” he said. 

“And Jalen…” she continued. “He’s going to be so stressed. Taking care of everything at home. He knew even one night was going to be hard on him.” Her voice softened. “I love him. I don’t want him thinking that I chose this over him.” 

Grant stepped closer. “This is not your fault,” he said calmly. “This wasn’t planned, but you are allowed to enjoy what’s happening and still love your husband. Those things don’t cancel each other out.” 

Selena took his hand now and let him pull her into him. Her breath a bit taken away. That sudden hollow feeling in her chest, like the drop of a rollercoaster. Excitement rushed through her. She felt arousal tingle through her body as they kissed in the kitched.

Interrupting the moment, her phone buzzed in her hand. 

“Can I talk to you?” Jalen messaged. “I just need to make sure you’re safe.” 

Selena looked up at Grant. 

“Call your husband,” he said with a smile. “I’m going to start clearing snow off the porch and the driveway. We don’t want the cars getting buried.” He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Not passionately, just a light kiss reassuring her. “This will be fun.” He said with a smile.

She hesitated for half a second, then dialed. 

It was good to hear her husband’s voice. He sounded genuinely concerned, asking if she felt safe, if everything was okay. She assured him she did. That Grant was taking good care of her. There was some angst in his voice but also understanding. 

“I still can’t believe you’re snowed in with another man,” Jalen said. “This was supposed to be one night.”

“I know,” Selena replied softly. They both laughed, a release of the absurdity of it.

There was a pause, then Jalen asked quietly, unable to stop himself, “Is he really that good in bed?”

She smiled, heat rising in her chest. “He really is. Incredible. It’s different with him. He gives me a toe-curling, full-body kind of pleasure. You know, you have seen me have that pleasure with other men like him. But I want to come home to you. I love you. None of this is my fault.”

“I know,” Jalen said. “As long as you’re safe, I’ll be okay. Just… make the best of it. Try to enjoy the situation.”

She laughed softly. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Jalen? You want me to keep having sex with him?”

There was a strange mix of emotions on the line, but yes, he did. “I mean… you’re there with him,” he said, and she could hear the arousal creeping into his voice. The thought of her snowed in with another man was already working its way through him. She knew her husband's kink well and could tell he was fantasizing about the possibilities. He was letting his arousal climb back up against fear, insecurity and anxiety. 

He shifted topics then. “What about supplies? Firewood, food, water, are you okay on all that?”

“I think so,” Selena said. “Grant doesn’t seem worried at all. Why don’t you talk to him?”

She stepped outside where Grant was shoveling snow away from the front door, muscles working easily despite the cold. “Jalen wants to talk to you,” she said, handing him the phone.

“Hey, this is Jalen, Selena’s husband,” Jalen said. “I just — are you guys okay up there?”

Grant’s voice was calm and grounded. He chuckled a little. “Yes, I know who you are. We’re good. The cabin is stocked for the winter. Plenty of firewood. The freezer is full of food, and the pantry’s full as well. Water’s not an issue, plenty of wine and alcohol too. Being stuck for a few days is no problem.”

There was a brief silence.

“And Selena?” Jalen asked.

Grant glanced at her. Looking her in the eyes, then up and down her sexy fit body, then answered without hesitation. “She’s safe. Enjoying herself.”

The way he said it sent a wave of heat through Selena’s body, making her pussy feel moist. Simple, confident, protective without crossing a line. Hearing him reassure her husband like that stirred something deep and unexpected. It felt primal. Two men were concerned and desired her. Grant unmistakably in charge.

Jalen exhaled. “Okay. Thank you.”

Grant didn’t soften his tone. He didn’t need to. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of our girl.”

The words were a heavy punch of arousal for Jalen, and he felt himself submitting to Grant and the situation. 

Jalen didn’t argue. Our girl. Instead, he thanked Grant for taking care of her.

Grant handed the phone back to Selena. She told Jalen she needed to conserve battery, that she loved him, and that she’d check in later that afternoon. Fewer check-ins made sense. He agreed.

“Tell the kids I love them,” she said. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

They said I love you one more time before hanging up.

Selena stood there for a moment. She felt the shift as she looked at her phone and then out towards Grant. It was clear now, she was staying another night. Possibly more. It felt thrilling and made her smile.

She went back into the bathroom to clean up properly this time. Earlier, she hadn’t showered on purpose. That was part of the fetish for her husband. Her coming home dirty and sexed, still marked by another man. But now things were different. She took her time, letting the water run hot still being heated by the propane water heater. Washing her hair and body slowly, grounding herself into the moment. 

When she was done, she pulled on the only pair of body-tight jeans she had brought. The bra and panties her husband had picked out. The ones she’d worn the day before and planned to wear home. She placed into her small duffle bag. They needed to be washed now. She had only that set. She also placed her top in the bag wanting to keep it clean.

Topless in the bedroom, she opened the closet. Grant had clothes hanging there, enough for several days. Maybe he left them between trips, washing them when he came back. Without asking, she grabbed one of his hoodies and pulled it on. It was warm and soft, oversized on her smaller body. It smelled like him. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled. She looked cute, about as cute as someone could be, snowed in at a cabin.

Inside, she cleaned up the kitchen and boiled more water, this time for tea. She wanted to help Grant, but dressed only in jeans and sneakers, she wasn’t prepared to be out in the snowstorm. Instead, she made him lunch.

She watched him through the window. He was using a gas-powered snowblower to clear the driveway. Pushing it, he looked tall and strong… manly.

She’d always loved that about men. She loved it when her husband did things like chopping wood while camping, shoveling snow, fixing things around the house. Jalen was capable, but he was also softer in his own way, a bit of a pretty boy. He loved shopping for clothes for her, choosing what she’d wear. He kept his skin soft and even went and got his eyebrows waxed every month.

Grant was all man. That attracted her to him. His square jaw, broad shoulder, more overweight than her husband but still strong and fit. More rugged looking. She always told her husband she didn’t like body hair. It was true she loved him smooth, clean and smelling fresh. But she also liked Grant’s scruff. 

People assume that if a woman wants other men, they’ll resemble her husband. That wasn’t true at all. She already had her husband. She knew he worshipped her, knew she practically owned him. What she craved was variety. The different feeling. With Grant, she felt, in a way, that he owned her. At least sexually when he fucked her.

She stepped onto the porch, holding the hot drink and plate of food, and waited until he noticed her. When he did, she lifted them slightly, showing him she’d made lunch. He smiled wide, all white teeth, clearly appreciative, and then his eyes dropped to the hoodie she was wearing. He liked that too.

They made small talk while he ate. He told her he’d put both phones on the chargers in his running car while he worked. There was a lot of snow, he said. He could clear it around the cabin, but there was no way either car was making it down the several-mile road to the highway. And they already knew the highway itself was still closed. So now it was more about waiting and filling time until the storm cleared. 

The day went by rather fast. Part of it was sleeping in and having morning sex. Also, the early stress of the day with the news of being snowed in. Grant spent hours clearing snow, hauling firewood. And they were both still worn out from the previous night's marathon of sex. 

As the sun set. It felt romantic being there with him. When Grant went to shower, Selena checked in with Jalen. She told him the day had been mostly work around the cabin, that it was still snowing hard, even filling back in what Grant had cleared.

Jalen asked if they’d had sex. She told him not yet, but that she was dying to fuck him. With the sun just about down, the oil lamps were lit, and everything feels romantic. She told him she was having a glass of red wine, that she’d pulled chicken from the freezer earlier and was making dinner. Chicken and rice, sauteed frozen green beans. She wanted to check in because she expected they’d be in bed for the rest of the night.

It felt good to talk to him like this. Honest. Open. Jalen felt as much like her best friend as her husband.

Dinner was easy. Conversation flowing, laughter, casual touches and a lot of flirting. When they finished, Selena told Grant she needed to get out of her skin-tight jeans and into something more comfortable.

In the bedroom, she undressed and reached again into his closet, grabbing one of his T-shirts this time. Oversized like the hoodie, it covered her curves completely. Dropping just below her bottom, ass cheeks. Her nipples hardened against the cotton fabric. She pulled it in to her, and again it smelled like him. Something that was driving her crazy with desire. 

It still felt casual, but she also knew it felt more. She wasn’t just excited about the sex. She was excited to spend the night with him. Selena was loving spending time and connecting with Grant. 

Grant was on the couch when she walked out, with the bottle of wine open beside him, two glasses already poured. He looked up.

“Wow,” he said, a little louder than he meant it to. “You look amazing.”

Selena smiled. His reaction felt good. “You like?” She turned slowly, lifting her arms above her head, the hem of his T-shirt rising just enough to tease him with her bare ass and naked pussy before it dropped back down. 

“I love it,” Grant said, standing now with appreciation. “I vote you don’t wear pants for the rest of the time you’re here.”

She laughed softly just before he pulled her in. The kiss that followed was deeper than before, not rushed in the same way as the night before. Their mouths met and parted slowly, familiar now, easy. Their tongues exploring each other. His hand slid up her back leg and over her ass, like it belonged there.

They settled onto the couch with their wine, bodies turned fully toward each other, her legs over his. The kissing continued, unhurried. The connection between them felt electric, but different. With less urgency now. Snowed in with another night alone and the odds in their favor longer. 

He rubbed his hands along the folds of her bare, smooth pussy and ass as they kissed. She rubbed her hands on his chest, and along the shaft of his clothed cock. Feeling the thickness in her hand. 

Grant moved Selena, laying her on her back on the couch. He kissed her inner thigh. Licking along the sides of her pussy folds and then up to her clit, circling her pierced clit with his tongue. Moving to long smooth strokes from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in and moaning to the taste of her. Causing her to moan from the pleasure of his skilled mouth. 

Selena could feel the sensations not only in her pussy but all over. A lightheaded feeling as her toes started to tingle, her belly warming to the anticipation of the orgasm she knew was heading her way. She could feel pleasure in every part of her body. 

Her body feeling weightless because of the intense pleasure. 

Grant took his time. Her first orgasm felt like warm waves crashing over her, the buildup causing the waves to get bigger and bigger until a complete tidal wave of release of tension as she orgasmed on his mouth. 

Grant moved up her body, sliding her shirt up with him. Grabbing her large round boobs and circling his tongue around her hard nipples. Up to her mouth for another deep, passionate kiss. 

His pants pulled down and off. His hard, thick cock now slid into her wet pussy with ease compared to the night before. The sensation was still overwhelming as she felt his cock push and push. Both of them moaned as he went balls deep inside of her. 

“Fuck!” she moaned to the feel of him thrusting and grinding into her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. He picked up the pace, her moaning and him grunting as he fucked her on the couch. The sensations flooded her, and she started cumming in multiple climaxes. The feeling was intoxication. 

Grant pulled out, kissing her on the lips. Standing to move, she couldn’t resist, grabbing his cock and pulling it into her mouth. Tasting herself on him. He let her suck it for a few minutes before pulling himself out and handing her a glass of wine. 

“I have an idea,” he said, already turning away. “I’ll be right back.”

Selena laughed softly, intoxicated from the sex, taking a sip of wine as she waited.

A moment later, Grant reappeared, pushing the mattress out of the bedroom with the sheets and blankets still tangled around it. With two pillows clenched in arm. He dragged it into the living room, pushed the coffee table aside, and laid it down in front of the fire.

“There,” he said, rubbing a hand over his cock, stroking it, keeping it hard for her. “We’ll sleep out here. It’ll stay warmer than the bedroom, and we can stay in bed all day tomorrow.” He smiled. 

Selena smiled too. She took another sip of wine, then set the glass aside and let herself sink down onto the mattress, stretching out and opening her legs for him as an invitation. 

Grant knew he gave her something her husband couldn’t, and that was why she was here. The night before was giving her what she needed. A casual, hard-fucking, intense and uncomplicated. Then sending her off to him this morning satisfied. 

But now the balance had shifted. The storm had given him more time, and time changed things. Grant wanted her more now. He felt a connection to her. He wanted to breed her, not knowing if she was on birth control or not. Grant never asked her. He was confident, dominant. He knew she wasn’t his, but he wanted to make her his in this moment. Grant wanted her to feel claimed. It blurred the line between casual sex and lovemaking. The kind of intimacy that crossed the line from casual sex into something more deliberate. And she wasn’t pulling away. She was asking for it. 

She felt the same connection. It was more than sexual. Sex is deeply connective and if the chemistry is right and she felt it was right with Grant.

At home, Jalen fed the kids and got them settled for the night after watching a show together on the couch. It was easier than he’d expected. Maybe because he mostly told them the truth, and the truth didn’t scare them coming from their dad. Their mom was snowed in at her friend Grant’s cabin. She might be gone a few more days, but she was safe, and there was nothing to worry about.

They didn’t ask any hard questions. His daughter asked where her mom was sleeping, and Jalen told her she was sleeping in the cabin with Grant, like a sleepover. That was enough. The kids accepted it and moved on, just like that.

Jalen, however, didn’t.

He wasn’t worried about Selena’s safety anymore. After talking with Grant, he knew she was warm, comfortable, and being taken care of. That was the problem. The balance had shifted, and he could feel it. Whatever sense of control he’d thought he had was gone.

Maybe it had always been an illusion, surrendered long ago when his wife first began cuckolding him. After all, how casual could it really be to give your body to someone else? Sharing yourself, letting someone penetrate your body is not a casual experience. Of course, you can do it without feelings other than attraction, but eventually there is going to be a connection with the right person. Chemistry that makes it more. And Jalen could feel that connection forming now, growing quietly between Selena and Grant.

She hadn’t gone just to see him. She’d chosen to stay the night with him. Selena trusted Jalen enough and felt safe enough with Grant to sleep in another man’s bed.

Jalen had a feeling she was falling for this other man, even if she didn’t notice it yet. Instead of telling her she couldn’t go to him, he played with fire. It aroused him more than if she went to him for a few hours and came back.

Jalen lay awake thinking about what Selena and Grant were doing. He could only assume fucking was part of it. His thoughts drifted there easily, fantasies softening into something slower, more emotional than he’d expected. It didn’t take long for his body to respond, his dick getting hard. He thought about how it was always more arousing watching Selena make-out with another man than the sex itself. It hit all the pain and pleasure points for him. Her giving herself to a man that way. 

He visualized his wife making out with another man, with his enormous cock inside her as they kissed passionately. His orgasm came fast, and it was intense, powerful. It shot up past his chest, hitting him just below the neck. To his surprise, he fell asleep quickly afterward.

Part of it was exhaustion. The sleepless night before, the stressful day, the constant awareness that his wife is snowed in with another man and not entirely upset about it. Part of it was the intensity of his arousal, the way the possibility of losing her sharpened the thrill even as he knew, in reality, it would crush him into heartbroken sadness. He didn’t want her to be snowed in. Didn’t want her spending multiple nights with another man. That was angst talking. The fear. The part of him that still wanted things contained.

And yet, he couldn’t deny the deeper truth.

He still wanted this. He still wanted to be a cuckold. With the pain came greater pleasure—masochism, the kind he had grown to crave sexually. The ache wasn’t separate from the desire. It fed it.

He even let himself imagine the unthinkable. Selena choosing Grant, and how, after the devastation, he would masturbate and cum to it. One day he would seek another woman just like her and not find her. Because Selena can’t be replaced, she is the love of his life. It confirmed to him how lucky he is to have such an amazing wife. He never wants to lose her, he will do anything for her, even if it means sharing her differently.   The fear of losing his wife to another man is the number one fear for a cuckold. It is the deep ingrained cause of all the emotional angst. Yet he is still a cuckold.

The thought confirmed something he hadn’t fully admitted before. This wasn’t just about her needs. Grant wasn’t only for her. He was part of Jalen’s desire too. Something they had stepped into together for both their sexual satisfaction, whether it terrified him or not.

That realization frightened him.

And it aroused him.

Between the Storms

Chapter 1: Before the Storm

Selena didn’t plan to say yes right away. 

When Grant mentioned the cabin on one of their Zoom calls, it was casual, like an afterthought. A family place tucked in the mountains, used during the winter for weekend snow sports. Quit. Discrete. Comfortable. He said with a smile. 

“I’d love to have you there for one night,” he said. “If your husband is okay with it, of course.” 

She’d known Grant for a couple of months now. Their connection had started where it wasn’t supposed to. At the co-working space Selena sometimes works at when wanting to get out of the house. She couldn’t help glancing up from her table multiple times, looking at him as the morning work drug on. She felt he was doing the same, and soon they made eye contact and smiled at each other.  

Their first conversation stretched longer than they needed it to. It had been easy. Too easy. Chemistry sparked between the two of them. They crossed the line quickly. A lunch that turned into an afternoon of her being bent over behind his truck in the woods, fucked by him. He was so confident taking her even with her wedding ring on, and she loved it. 

Selena’s husband, Jalen was folding laundry when she told him. Selena leaned in the doorway, watching him longer than usual before she spoke. 

“Grant invited me to his family cabin,” she said. “Just for one night.” 

Jalen didn’t look up immediately. He could feel a familiar tightening in his body, uncertainty and a brief panic.  

Selena has learned it takes Jalen some time to process this type of news. Something that scares him then starts to arouse him. 

“A cabin,” he repeated. “Will his family be there?” 

She stepped closer, sat on the edge of the bed and giggled a little. “Of course not. It will be just us. It’s just over two hours away and sounds remote.” 

He nodded. She placed a hand on his leg. “You don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us.” 

“You’d stay the night?” he asked.

“Yes, I’d go up there for just the day, but that is a lot of driving, especially in the snow.” 

“You would be okay sleeping with him in his bed all night?” 

She giggled again… “Well hopefully we won’t be doing too much sleeping and lots of naughty casual sex.” She smiled, rubbing her hand over her husband’s crotch, feeling if the thought aroused him as much as her. 

In his head, Jelen calculated it. Just one night. She could leave in the afternoon and come back home after she woke up the next morning. It meant boundaries. A clear start and a clear end. He could do that. 

Feeling his dick getting hard, Selena knew she could be honest with him. 

“I feel safe with him,” she said. “Comfortable. I wouldn’t be thinking of saying yes if not.” 

Jalen stayed silent. She tilted her head, studying him. “If I don’t stay the night,” she continued. “It would be a rushed visit. He lives all the way in the City. I’ve been craving to feel him fuck me again, and we have been having a lot of hot sex and making love, fantasizing about it, haven’t we?”

She was now rubbing his hard dick through his sweatpants. “Don’t you want me to see him again?” She whispered to him. 

Jalen took a deep breath, almost a laugh. She was right, and they both knew it. A hint of shame washed over his face as he thought to himself how he was just jerking off the other night in the office while she was in bed thinking about her getting fucked by him again. 

Part of it scared him though. It hadn’t been like other cuckolding experiences where he helped her find a guy to have sex with. Typically, it was just that. She met Grant more organically. He’s noticed she text messages him a lot and they have these weekly zoom chats.

She kissed her husband on the neck, continuing to rub him. “Didn’t it turn you on… when he and I disappeared at lunch last time? When you knew exactly what we were doing?” 

His body responded as he let out a moan. Answering her question. He hated how predictable that part of himself was. He loved it too. 

“Yes,” he mumbled. 

Selena smiled, pulling out his dick. She kissed him. “You are the best husband. I have been craving his thick cock. It's just one night,” she said. “I’ll come home. I’ll tell you everything.” 

That was the reassurance Jalen needed. The excitement of her seeing Grant was now building. She had never stayed overnight with another guy she cuckolded her husband with. That was their deal. She would come home to him even if in the middle of the night. Yet it is something he fantasised about many times. Her falling asleep by accident and not coming home until morning as he waited for her with angst.

Her sleeping in another man’s bed overnight when she traveled for business. Even her going away for a weekend with another man. These are all things he had fantasized about. At the same time, it scared him, so he never encouraged it. 

Later that night, after she and Jalen had sex fueled by the excitement and dirty talk about how she was going to go get fucked better than Jalen can fuck her, Selena texted Grant, “I talked to my husband. I can come to the cabin.” 

The reply came quickly. 

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.” 

She set the phone down with a big smile on her face. Part of her not believing she was getting to go on a trip with another man, even if it was only one night. She felt happy, desired and lucky that she has such an amazing husband but also that she had met a guy like Grant. She felt no real serious feelings about him aside from how wet thinking about him fucking her made her pussy. A different kind of hot than her husband and much more well-endowed. She had been thinking about Grant a lot since they met. There seemed to be a chemistry there.

Saturday - Overnight Stay

She packed lightly with Jalen’s help. One night required little. This was a part they enjoyed together. Her getting dressed for another man. Jalen, now overly excited about his upcoming cuckolding experience, even purchased her a new underwear set to wear. She mentioned Grant told her he loves black lingerie, so that is why Jalen purchased a black strappy set that he knew any man would want to fuck his hot sexy wife in. 

That aroused him. Jalen is the type of guy who derives pleasure from his wife being sexually involved with another man. He even enjoys aspects of erotic humiliation. The thrill that his wife is wearing lingerie he got her for the first time so she can be pleasured by a another man partly because of his inferior equipment and overall sexual performance.

He enjoyed that the dynamic him and his wife share with other men is primarily sexual. The emotional and romantic bond remained firmly between them even after all these years of her cuckolding him.

Selena wore a grey mini sweater dress, hugging the curves of her body and covering her just below her upper thighs. She paired it with knee-high boots and a dress jacket. Selena almost looked like a high-class hooker putting a long coat on to keep her warm in the winter air. Selena also packed a more comfortable change of clothes if needed. A tight pair of jeans, sneakers and a long-sleeve semi-sheer top. 

They looked at the weather. It was cold, but she figured she would be inside the whole time. She was happy when she saw that their wasn’t any snow forecasted until Sunday night when she would already be back home.

She kissed the kids and Jalen goodbye, telling the kids she was just going to spend the night at a friend’s house. 

One night, Jalen reminded himself as she drove away to keep his arousal and excitement higher than the cuckold angst that can creep in and out. Then the images stirred his dick. Good at visualizing, he imagined her arriving, Grant opening the door and devouring her body the first moment they were in the cabin. This is the delicate balance he lives with. The pleasure of letting go, the ache of holding on. He was already counting the hours until her return. He knew time now was going to move slow.

He didn’t yet know a storm was coming. 

The tires of the SVU made a crunching sound as Selena turned down the forest road. The drive was exciting. She left early. Jalen thought it would be best for her to drive while it was still light out, and she did not argue. Grant agreed with Jalen.

It felt naughty leaving her husband and kids to go spend Saturday night with Grant. There was no hiding the intent of the trip, they way she was dressed and how it made her feel that her husband encouraged her to wear such a short dress to a winter cabin with another man. Her pussy was already feeling moist with arousal against the sexy panties Jalen got her to wear for Grant. 

A feeling of giddiness, having a husband that gets off on her fucking another man. Sometimes she can’t believe how lucky she is to have a husband that gets turned on by this. Part of her thinks about his angst, though, and how hard it can be on him. She really hopes he is enjoying the experience, and she comes home to him happy, horny and eager. 

She also knew his angst meant he cared about her deeply.

Driving down the forest road felt remote, surrounded by pine trees and snow-covered. She had already passed quite a few cabins, and it felt like she had been driving a few miles when she finally pulled into a long driveway with the address Grant gave her. Salena notices the smoke coming out of the chimney and Grant sitting outside with a smile on his face as she pulls up front. She waves and smiles at him, pulling out her phone and, as promised, sending a quick message to her husband. 

“Made it safe, just pulled up, the cabin looks cozy. Thanks again for letting me come here. He’s outside waiting, love you.” 

Selena quickly tucks her phone into the small duffel bag on the passenger seat. 

Stepping outside, she feels the cold winter air against the bare skin of her legs. sending goosebumps up her thighs. 

“You made it,” Grant says with a smile. 

She smiled back. “I did.” 

“You look amazing.” He says, placing a hand on her hip and pulling her towards him for a light kiss. The kiss feels familiar to both of them. They pull away briefly, letting their eyes meet. “Goddamn, I missed you. You blow my mind,” Grant says and pulls her in for a more passionate kiss. Now tracing his hand up her back thigh, pulling her short dress over her ass, as he gropes it with his hand. 

She laughs, pulling back and looking around, confirming they are all alone, with no other cabin in sight, causing her to fall back into her arms and letting him grasp both of her ass cheeks, lifting her into him as they make out. 

“This place is amazing,” she giggles into him and catches her breath. 

“It is nothing fancy, but is perfect for weekend getaways to the mountains.” Grant kisses her again. 

“Fuck Selena Screams!” 

In the cabin for less than a minute, Grant already has his cock inside her. Her dress is already off, body pushed over the sofa with the fire in the wood-burning stove in front of them. Just in her open black bra, which has just a strap of fabric that covers her nipples, while the rest of it exposes the roundness of her large breasts. 

Grant didn’t take off the matching thong panties. He just pulled them to the side and let his cock gently spread her pussy lips, sliding into her wetness. 

“Fuck, your pussy feels so tight.” He breathes, pushing his cock all the way into her, causing her to scream in pleasure. 

With Grant, her pussy is tight. She loves how his cock fills her body, stretches it open where it almost feels like too much. Not just the length but the girth. She loves how much thicker he is than her husband. With Jalen, her pussy never feels tight. Her husband can slide right in with ease. But not grant. With Grant, her body has to adjust to his size.

Selena spreads her legs a little wider. She doesn’t muffle her moans. They are alone in a cabin surrounded by woods. Her body feels tiny in his control. She can’t hold back. She starts to orgasm on his cock, and he has not even started fucking her. Selena’s mind goes blank, only feeling pleasure as Grant pulls out and thrusts back in hard. 

Grant feels so strong. He is in no rush as he pauses inside her and kisses her neck. 

“Your tits are perfect. I love these big round boobs, your fit body, beautiful face, and fucking perfect ass. This outfit looks incredible on you,” Grant says to her as he pulls the fabric on the bra aside, cupping her boobs and squeezing her nipples. 

Selena can’t stop moaning with every thrust of his cock pushing into the depths of her pussy, and it gets louder and louder. It feels so good to have him fuck her. He bends her over more, both of his hands on her shoulders as he slams into her body. Fucking her like a man is supposed to fuck a woman. Taking her hard and fast.  

Her orgasms rip through her. With one big thrust, he holds there, fully inside her. He then turns her around, bringing her into his body and kisses Selena passionately. There is an undeniable chemistry between them that makes the fucking that much better.

Selena and Grant move onto the sofa. She is riding his cock, straddled on top of him. Looking into his eyes as she pushes her pussy and ass down on him. Feeling him split her body open. He is much rougher with her than her husband. He moves her body around freely. Pulls her hair. She loves it.

She is so turned on, begging him to fuck her harder. Her moans, and his grunts are the only sounds in the cabin. She is cock drunk, so turned on she will do anything he wants her to. This is what she came here for. This is pure animalistic fucking. He pulls her hair, causing her head to pull back with it. 

His grunts get louder and louder. She cries out as she wails out in pleasure. His cock thickens and he pulls her tight into him as he pumps his cum inside of her body. She can feel him twitch as he holds her tight. Then he slowly fucks her, continuing to grunt as his cock spurts his seed again and again into her. 

Salena whispers into his ear, “That was incredible. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.” 

He smiles and kisses her. “I can’t believe I get to have you until tomorrow morning.” 

Later in the evening, Selena texted Jalen. “Having a great time, the cabin is very cozy, I can’t count how many times he has made me orgasm.” 

The reply was almost immediate. He had been waiting all day for her text. “Did he like your outfit?” 

She giggled while typing back. “Yes, seems like it is a hit. He started fucking me before we even got into the cabin.” 

At home, Jalen was pretty much unable to function the whole day. His wife away with another man was all that was on his mind. As the day of fucking for Selena went by fairly quickly with no proper sense of time. It was the opposite for Jalen. Time went by slowly as he constantly checked his phone for updates. Wondered what they were doing, obviously knowing they were fucking. He felt a complex mix of insecurity and intense arousal. 

Getting an update from his wife now felt exciting. That she is thinking about him but also that he is now feeling included in the sexual experience she is having without him being able to be there. 

“How many times has he cum?” he texted, not thinking completely straight on how best to communicate with his wife and fueled by his arousal. 

“Two times, he fucked me hard and fast the first time, then we took a break so I could settle into the cabin, then he couldn’t resist but to fuck me again taking his time :).” She typed to him honestly. 

Jalen away from his wife with his bedroom door closed was now stroking his dick. His angst he had been feeling all day now seemed very manageable. Now replaced with just arousal. 

“Where did he cum?” 

That question made her laugh out loud and bite her lower lip. “Inside me, both times, it felt so fucking good, his cock is so big!” 

“Where is he right now?” Jalen typed. 

“We are getting ready to go out to dinner, it is snowing really hard outside, so we want to get out early so we can come back and hopefully fuck some more.” 

Selena didn’t give Jalen time to replay typing one last sentence. 

“I love you, thank again for this. Are you doing okay? I know it is hard on you? But I also know you like it. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” 

“Been feeling a little angst, but much more arousal, I’m doing okay.” Jalen typed back. 

“I’ll message you again tomorrow morning, my love. Thanks again, love you so much. Bye.”

Jalen looked at his phone, knowing he would not hear from his wife again until the morning. She held her promise and checked in and now will spend the night enjoying her time with Grant. He massaged her one more time anyway, almost in desperation. “Enjoy your dinner. Love you, my naughty sexy wife :).” 

Grant handed Selena a glass of wine to have before going out to dinner. Selena looked out the window at the snowfall. Heavy, thick flakes drifted down and collected on the ground. “It looks like the storm forecasted has arrived early.” 

Grant looked outside with no concern. “Yeah, they said it might.”  

Outside, the snow was starting to pile in the driveway and along the narrow road leading away from the cabin. Once they reached the main highway, the asphalt was clear, freshly plowed. The sight eased Selena’s worry about the drive she would have to make back home the next day. 

She loved being out to dinner with Grant. Being in public with another man had a feeling of risk, naughtiness that made her feel almost single again. With her husband, she is completely comfortable, familiar. Sure, they kiss when out to dinner sometimes, but most of the time their kids are with them.

With Grant, she could lean into him, let her hand rest on his thigh, kiss him openly. It felt new, and full of energy. Adventurous. Even the way she dressed diffrent, dressed for a man to fuck her. To touch her inner thigh, tracing a finger across her panty like Grant was doing. It felt freer because there was no secrecy, no betrayal. Her husband knew exactly where she was and with who for the night. 

The touching and the kissing throughout dinner. Had both their bodies on fire. Selena paid no attention on the drive back to the cabin. Instead, she spent it leaning over to the driver's side with his cock in her mouth. 

They fucked late into the night, in bed together. Fucked like new lovers fueled by the excitement and thrill, passionate and more raw performing for eachother. Exploring the body and enjoying the physical release of fucking and being fucked. The cabin was intense fireworks of grunts, moans and orgasms. 

At home, Selena and Jalen’s room was quiet. The two kids were asleep. Jalen lay in bed and let himself go where he always did. Imagining his wife out to dinner with another man. As a couple, kissing, laughing, touching sharing a meal together. What he felt wasn’t jealousy, not really. A bit of insecurity. At the same time, this is something that had built up into almost a craving. He let himself visualize his wife being fucked. He opened his phone, clicked to tumblr, then looked up cuckold stories. Scanning sexual images and reading short erotic stories to help further fuel his imagination of his wife with another man. 

With the arousal there is always this fear of not being enough. He feels an ache, knowing someone else can give her something different, can fuck her in a way that is better. Mixed with a thrill of stepping aside, letting her enjoy this sexual experience while fueling his own sexual desires and pleasure. 

He can control his angst. It is only for one night. She will come back to him tomorrow happy, horny and sexually satisfied.