The blizzard hit hard, stranding us in the remote cabin with Mike, our old college buddy. Lisa and I had planned a quiet weekend, but the snow piled up fast, roads vanished, and Mike's truck got stuck right behind ours. We were stuck together for at least two nights, maybe more.
By the second evening the generator hummed low and the fire crackled. Lisa poured whiskey, her cheeks already flushed from the heat and the drinks. She wore tight leggings and a thin sweater that hugged her full tits. Mike sat across from her, his eyes drifting down her body every time she laughed. I noticed, and my cock twitched in a way that confused and excited me.
Lisa caught me staring at her and Mike. She smirked, leaned over, and whispered, "You like watching him look at me, don't you?" Her hand slid up my thigh under the blanket. I nodded, throat dry. She squeezed my hardening dick through my jeans and said louder, "Mike, my husband's getting off on you checking me out."
Mike grinned, set down his glass, and stood. "Is that right, John? You want to see what happens when I stop just looking?" Lisa didn't wait for my answer. She pulled her sweater off, revealing her bare tits, nipples already stiff. She dropped to her knees in front of Mike and yanked his pants down. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy. Lisa wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, twice, then took the head into her mouth with a wet slurp.
I sat frozen, dick throbbing. She sucked him deep, gagging softly as spit ran down her chin. Mike groaned and grabbed her hair, fucking her face in slow thrusts. "Fuck, your wife's mouth is tight," he said, looking straight at me. Lisa pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and looked at me too. "Tell him to keep going, John. Tell him you want to watch him fuck your wife."
My voice came out hoarse. "Do it. Fuck her." Lisa stood, peeled off her leggings, and bent over the arm of the couch. Her ass was round and perfect, pussy already glistening. Mike stepped behind her, rubbed his cock along her slit, and pushed in with one hard thrust. Lisa moaned loud, pushing back to take every inch. He started pounding her, balls slapping against her thighs, the wet sound of her pussy filling the room.
I pulled my own cock out and stroked it, watching her tits swing with every slam. Mike reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her harder. "She's dripping all over me," he grunted. Lisa looked back at me, eyes glassy. "He's so much bigger than you. Feels so fucking good." That sent a rush through me. I stroked faster.
Mike flipped her onto her back on the couch, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and drove back inside. He fucked her deep and steady, sweat shining on his chest. Lisa came first, crying out, pussy clenching around him. Mike didn't stop. He kept slamming until he pulled out and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits, marking her while I watched.
Lisa reached for me then, pulling me closer. "Your turn to clean up," she said, voice raw. I knelt and licked Mike's cum off her skin, tasting salt and sex. She stroked my hair. "Good boy. Now fuck me while it's still warm." I slid into her sloppy, used pussy and came in seconds, overwhelmed by the heat and the filth of it all.
Later, with the snow still falling outside, we lay tangled on the blankets. Lisa kissed my forehead. "Next storm, we're doing this again," she whispered. Mike laughed low from the other side of the fire. The blizzard kept us trapped, but none of us wanted to leave.
