Cabin Affairs: Revisited

Step 5. Paint Colors

Step 5. Paint Colors

Playlist: “Suit & Tie” by Justin Timberlake

“Well, don’t you boys clean up nice,” I say as I make my way down the stairs.

As I approach Matthew and Eric, time slows down to a near stop. Screenwriters couldn't have done better themselves by creating this movie magic.

Seventeen stairs to walk down, and each brings another heart-stopping moment. Matthew's head lifts up first at my entrance. His lips part with an exhale as if he's never seen me like this before. Or as if I'm his bride, walking down the aisle to greet him the same as I did eleven years ago. I would not be surprised if music started playing.

He turns his body to fully face me. Bringing his hands to his pockets stretches the tight-fitting black tuxedo jacket across his chest. Matthew’s emerald eyes shine like the precious gems they are, and they’re all mine. It causes me to bite my lower lip.

Don't ruin your lipstick! I remind myself.

Eric stops talking in mid-sentence and turns to see what has captured Matthew so completely. His wide eyes blink slowly as he tries to take me all in. From the open-toed black heels to the slit up to my thigh to the low neckline, revealing two of his favorite attributes. The deep purple satin of the dress matches my lipstick, aptly named 'Siren.' The sultry silhouette matches my love life; elegant avarice.

While Matthew is dapper, Eric gives a rugged quality to his identical black suit. With his beard and longer hair this groomed, he looks… dare I say, yummy. My personal cover versions of GQ and People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive stand there thunderstruck. The very fact that they are waiting for little ‘ole me fills me a gratitude I still haven’t gotten used to.

I focus on my footing out of necessity. Stumbling in stilettos is a likely and equally unforgivable option. My hair, which I had swooped to one side in an old Hollywood style, falls over my face as I look down. I don't dare let go of the banister railing during such a precarious descent, so instead I flip my hair out of my eyes with a toss of my head. Looking back at my husband and my lover in awe, with both jaws agape, I know I'm in for the night of my life.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" Matthew asks rhetorically when I reach the bottom landing.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Eric says nothing. Though, his big brown eyes water and his beard hides a quivering chin. His silence is perfectly loud. I run my hands over his lapel and wink at him.

I have never felt truly stunning until right now. At the moment when I so thoroughly stunned my men.

My cup runneth over!

“Shall we?"

We grab our things and head towards the door. Matthew shuffles past Eric and I, and presses the garage door button. He’s eager to get ahead of us. As the door lifts, I see why. Pulled into the driveway is the most beautiful antique convertible car in cherry red. I’m not much of a car fanatic, but Eric is drooling beside me.

“I know it’s not Jenny-Lynn-level of beautiful, but isn’t she pretty?” My husband is caressing the exterior as softly as he would my legs.

The logic side of my brain kicks in first. “You didn’t buy this, did you?”

“Sadly, no. It’s just a rental. I wanted something special for us to ride in tonight since we’re all dressed up. We haven’t gone to a formal event together before, so I thought I’d kick it up a notch. I can’t have Eric thinking we live such a stuffy life. What do you think, man?”

“Is that a restored 1958 Thunderbird?” asks my local sports car enthusiast when he finds his voice.

“Yep. First year that Ford introduced a backseat,” Matthew confirms.

“I’m in love,” Eric coos next to me.

“Hey!” I pretend to be offended. I cross my arms in front of me, but it only serves to bring attention back to my cleavage. I am quite the bathykolpian woman tonight.

Eric pulls me into his chest from behind so close that I can feel his hard-on against my ass. I’m not sure anymore if it’s from my dress or the car. “Don’t worry, beautiful. You’re still my number one girl.”

But then Matthew dangles the keys in front of his face, taunting Eric. “Wanna drive?”

“f**k, yes!”

And just like that, I am replaced by a sexier redhead. Oh well.

Matthew walks over and takes my hand. He lifts it to his lips, giving a gentlemen’s kiss to my knuckles while maintaining a heated gaze. “You still got me, sweetheart. I’ll drive it more tomorrow. I figured we could take the backseat tonight.”

We all settle into the car, and soon we are literally driving off into the sunset.

“So, how long do you have the car for, Matthew?” I ask.

“Gotta return it by Monday.”

“Damn.” Eric curses from the driver’s seat. “You know. I do have room in my garage.”

My E does love his toys, I muse internally. I can’t help but to laugh a bit at his child-like spirit. It’s so endearing.

Matthew nuzzles his nose into my neck. “My God, baby. Your laugh is my second favorite sound in the world.”

They both look handsome as hell tonight. If he kisses that spot at the crook of my neck, I’m a goner. So, I decide to keep him talking instead. “Oh yeah? What’s the first favorite?”

Eric answers from the driver’s seat up front. “Definitely when you cum.”

Matthew hums in hearty agreement, sending vibrations and goosebumps down my body until I twitch.

“I thought I didn’t make much noise in the moment?” That’s what I’ve always assumed, anyway. My body goes into a state of frozen awe when I orgasm. My breathing stops, my muscles lock in place, and thankfully, even my brain takes a hiatus from its usual churning.

Matthew has begun kissing that spot, so again Eric is the one to explain. “Exactly, J. It’s that silent build up. That is the best sound ever. It gets me every time. When everything shuts down in your world except us, then we’ve accomplished something truly special.”

“And the sounds that follow it are always different depending on the type of orgasm you’re having. Long moans, whimpers for more, loud screams of intensity…” Matthew adds in between kisses until I can feel myself shaking and leaning further into his hot body. “f**k! I could bury my head in between your legs right now and show you if you like.”

“That was never on the table,” I reprimand him.

“I know, baby. It’s on the backseat.”

I’ve been watching Eric’s face in the rear-view mirror during this entire exchange. Sparked by the visual of Matthew’s words, Eric glances back at me. I think I may be winning favor over the car again. The atmosphere is filling with so much lust that I’m afraid we’re all about to be lost. I spent hours primping for this evening, and Matthew’s firm expects us. There’s no way we have time to engage in the level of fornication they are suggesting.

“Come on, baby. Spread your legs for me,” Matthew begs one more time. His breath on my ear is almost enough to make me give in.

Almost.

“I am not walking in late around your colleagues and everyone else smelling like s*x!”

Matthew’s hand releases my torture of sliding up the slit in my dress to instead fish something out of his pocket. “You’re right as always, my love. But I think we can find a compromise. Since these events can get pretty boring, I brought something else along to keep us all entertained.”

“Is that so?” My question is barely audible since my brain is imagining a slew of naughty images that my husband might have brought along.

Matthew also loves his toys…

If Eric knows what Matthew is referring to, he doesn’t show it. Yet, his hands tighten around the top of the steering wheel and his lips purse trying to hide his grin.

“Your outfit is gorgeous, but I think you could use one more addition.” Matthew has produced one of the adult items from his closet, held out in his palm for my approval. A certain connected set of black kegel balls that we have played with before. They are weighted so that as I move, I will feel them shift and tease my core. Until now, though, they have never left our bedroom.

I’m at a loss for words. Well, not really. It’s still me, after all. “Matthew! You expect me to go to this dinner with those inside me the whole time?”

Eric’s curiosity forces his eyes back to the rear-view mirror to see exactly what Matthew has planned. This time, he doesn’t even try to hold back his excitement. Again, he answers for both of them. “Yes, J. We do.”

I stare between both of them. My mouth opens and closes, but I say nothing else in protest. I love how much they want me.

Matthew’s voice is dominant this time. “Spread your legs.”

Trust. Relationships are built on trust. So, at the insistence of both my men, I hike up my dress a little more so that the slit at the thigh allows me to part my legs against the tightness of the fabric.

Matthew’s hand on my hip urges me to scoot down further in my seat. Eric adjusts the mirror in a casual way. As if I don’t know that he’s watching me. I can smell my excitement floating through the car now. I will never get used to having them both solely focused on me. Like a dancer on stage, once I have the spotlight on me, I crave it all the more.

Matthew steals my favorite word. “More.”

Cooler air hitting my damp panties makes me gasp as I open up my legs further for Matthew. Both men are hanging on my every shuddering breath, which only makes me wetter. My husband uses one hand to move my panties to the side, revealing my nakedness to them both. In his other hand he maneuvers the balls around my entrance, coating them with my slick arousal. My moaning is inevitable at his soft touch.

“Ready?” he asks me, beginning to probe my opening. I nod because my body is yearning for their insertion.

One.

Two.

Matthew adjusts my panties back in place. However, before he helps me sit back up in my seat, he gives my p***y a few strategic taps with the palm of his hand. Shock waves ripple through me as the balls shift. My core tightens instinctively against them, and my head rolls backward against the leather seat.

The best things always come in pairs…