Cabin Affairs: Revisited

Step 7. Driveway Extension

Step 7. Driveway Extension

Playlist: “One More Time” by Jon Bellion

We tumble out of the women’s restroom to find my husband leaning against the wall and nursing a scotch. He addresses Eric first. “Loud enough for ya, asshole?”

“You tell me,” Eric responds with an upwards head nod.

The men are grinning like two competitive idiots. After the teasing of the toy, and the pleasure from Eric’s tongue on my c**t, my body is tired. It’s been hours riding a s****l wave. Still, when my eyes notice Matthew’s bulge, I realize why my p***y is still aching. I need to feel that fullness. Eric had me screaming and writhing, but empty.

“Are you okay, Jenny Lynn?” Matthew asks me with concern, searching my flushed face.

“Of course,” I reply and nod. Except eleven years of marriage mean that Matthew can sense my hesitation. These men have seen me truly satisfied. They know when something is lacking. My husband seems eager to help.

“My turn, baby,” Matthew says as he takes my hand and leads me towards the exit. He throws a final wave and word to Eric behind his left shoulder, too. “Catch up with you soon, man. We’ll be out at the car, but we should make it back before everyone disperses.”

“Heard,” Eric calls out. I feel the man’s eyes burn into my ass as it walks away.

We had used Valet services when we arrived, so I have no idea what Matthew has schemed up. He asks me several more times on the walk outside if I need to go home. Part of me wants so badly to continue our night in the safety of our bedroom. Yet, part of me is still excited at the mystery of it all. Matthew clearly has a plan. I’m dying to know what he wants. He has never steered me wrong. Perhaps we’re taking a quick drive somewhere secluded? I doubt we have time to get to a hotel and back.

When we reach the car, my handsome husband pulls me in for an intense kiss. My mouth waters against the taste and scent of him. My tongue grinds against his the way my p***y did against Eric’s tongue hardly ten minutes ago. I probably still smell like Eric, but I know that only turns Matthew on more.

Matthew confirms my guess. “f**k, I love knowing you were with him. Hearing you come for him like that. It must have been a good one.”

He kisses me again before I can answer him. I love being in his strong embrace. He wraps his hand in my hair and tugs it back gently until I’m looking into those sparkling green eyes of his. “Do you like being taken in public places, baby?”

I say what he wants to hear. Lucky for me, it happens to also be the truth. The proof is pooling in my panties as we speak. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He asks with a more sudden tug on my hair.

Our game has begun. “Yes, sir.”

He places soft, wet kisses down my exposed neck to my collar bone. “Do you trust me, baby?”

“Yes, Matthew. Always.”

He raising his face to mine, grinning ear to ear. “That’s my good girl.”

Matthew kisses my mouth, tasting me, once more before spinning me around to face the car. I’m breathless from that kiss, desperate more for more. He pulls at the handle in front of us and opens the door. The back door…

We are not going for a drive after all. Whatever is about to happen is taking place in this dark lit parking lot. This very public lot. A young valet could come across us at any moment and get the showing of their life. I’m reminded how my husband loves me on display.

I could back out of this right now. If I tell Matthew that I’m uncomfortable in any way, then he will walk me back to the party inside without another thought. No grumble or mention of it again will happen because I know he wants me to feel good and only good when it comes to our s*x life. There is only one thing that makes my decision for me.

I trust them. Both of them; Eric and Matthew. My husband and my lover have my full heart and complete trust. Implicitly. Forever.

I lift my skirt so that I can sit down, but my husband stops me. His tone changes. “Bend over. Put that sweet ass in the air.”

Just as always, when he uses that deep voice, I do as he commands. I bend over, my legs together, and place my forearms down on the backseat. The leather is softer and more forgiving than I realized earlier. The angle has left me at the perfect height, too.

Matthew hums as he leans into the car over me. He reaches for the lap belt added to the classic car. My breathing starts to quicken as he wraps it carefully around my wrists. He loops them several times over until he finally decides it’s secure enough and clicks the belt into the lock at the middle. They are not too tight on my arms, but the more I struggle against them, the more taunt they will become. I think we’re both hoping I struggle a bit.

Matthew stands back up next to the open back door of the Thunderbird. “Step one complete.”

My head is entering it’s dreamy head space. The place I go to when one or both of my men is in complete and utter s****l control of me. I need to know what step two is.

I need so many things…

Matthew begins shimmying my dark purple dress higher up. The feel of the satin covering me being dragged up my legs is thrilling. The intoxicating scents of my arousal, his musky cologne, leather, and the night air add to my trance. He continues his work on revealing my body until the dress is up around my waist.

Then, he hooks his fingers into my ruined underwear. This is not going to be a soft encounter. Matthew is telling me that by how rough he is as yanks my panties down off my legs and over my stiletto heels. I’m bent over, bound to the car, and completely exposed from the waist down.

“Step two and three complete. You’re still doing so well, baby,” he praises me.

I even get the reward of a quick slap on my ass. The quiver created by the sharp contact on my skin recalls all the movement of the balls inside me earlier. I miss them. Emptiness is indeed worse. “You ready for step four?”

Hot liquid is gushing out of me. There is only one appropriate answer. “Yes, sir.”

My body still needs so much more from the teasing it’s been through tonight. Eric’s time with me in the restroom earlier was merely a… tasting. He may have had a meal, but that was just an appetizer for me. My strength is fully returned, though the seat belt is harnessing it.

Matthew leans back into the car, and lifts my long hair away from my face. He has my panties balled up in his hand, and he presents them to me like a gift. “Eric and the toy did quite the job of soaking these, didn’t they?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hmm. I admit I loved hearing you scream, baby, but we can’t have you bring attention to us out in the open like this. Unless you want everyone to see that perfect p***y of yours, I’m going to need you to be more quiet this time.”

Matthew pauses for dramatic effect. He wants me to think about people watching us. He loves watching. That’s his kink. And he knows I love to indulge him. My p***y isn’t just wet now, it’s dripping down my thighs. I repeat, “Yes, sir.”

“You remember our hand signal to stop?” Matthew asks me.

I nod, recalling the signal we decided on for when I’m bound. I demonstrate it for him. I snap my fingers twice then cross my middle and forefingers on both hands. If I ever can’t speak, the snap will get his attention, and the fingers will communicate for me. One hand for yellow to indicate I am nearing my limit, and two hands for red to tell him to stop. Eric was pleased we had these worked out as well.

“Perfect. Always such a good girl for me,” Matthew praises again as he caresses my cheek lovingly. “Now, open your mouth.”

I have come this far, and my God do I want to c*m further. So, like a good sub, I open my jaw wide. Matthew carefully stuffs my mouth full of my soaked panties, slightly gagging me. I moan into them, tasting my juices from the night’s escapades.

“Remember, baby. A little moaning is allowed, but try to be quiet. Or else we won’t make it to steps six and seven.” I nod to his words and earn another spanking, which makes me yelp softly. He chuckles at my sounds, pleased to be the one causing them.

“Curious one, huh? Well, step six is where you get f****d in the back seat of this car.” He spanks me again harder. “And step seven is when you get to cum.”

Again, Matthew stands back up after I nod enthusiastically. Minutes tick by as I wait for steps six - and especially - seven. I’m the embodiment of impatience. It’s hard to turn my head and see what’s taking him so long, but I think they may be part of his plan. Finally, he puts his cellphone near my bound hands and tells me to click the send button.

“There. I thought Eric deserved to see what he missed out on by winning the coin toss to go first. Whereas… I… always… pick… tails,” Matthew says, delivering another stinging slap to my ass.

When I open my eyes, the phone if gone and he’s standing behind me. I hear his belt being undone, and I moan in anticipation. When he enters my p***y from behind, the guttural groan I release is primal. His long shaft thrusts into me without mercy, picking up speed. He’s just as worked up as I am, seeing me tied up like this and at his full disposal. All I can do is moan out my growing pleasure. He continues f*****g my brains out until I learn the true meaning of submission.

“c*m for me, baby. All over my c**k,” Matthew commands.

Yes. Sir.

For no good reason, my brain decides at that exact moment to remind me what Eric said earlier. He isn’t done with me for the night. If there’s anything better than right now, it’s the reminder that both men are taking me home tonight.

Oh, yes. The best things always come in pairs.