A Weekend Trip to the Cabin I

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There was something special in the air as the couple drove away from the city. The fresh smells of springtime blossoms and new grass filled the SUV as they turned off the main road and onto a hidden gravel driveway. Patrick looked over at Helena in the passenger seat and their warm hands met on the gearshift.

Listening to one another, they both knew that a weekend getaway to a rented cottage was just what they needed. Their lives had become boring in the city, predictable and routine. They missed the early days of their marriage, when they would fuck all night.

Maybe a trip to the country would reignite that passion. It was Friday afternoon and they had left work early to escape the city before the traffic became unbearable. Now reaching the cottage well before sunset, they could relax and get settled in for three much needed days away from it all, simply enjoying each other's presence in nature.

Their first glimpse of the lake appeared through the trees as Patrick navigated the long, bumpy driveway. The water was calm and inviting. Then up ahead, the white, trimmed rooftop came into view, and the red walls of the quaint and rustic cabin began to take shape.

Not even a neighbor in sight. After unloading their luggage and filling the fridge with fresh food and drinks, Helena quickly browsed around and noted how clean everything was. Helena noticed the bed was made up with clean sheets and blankets along with fresh towels laid out for them.

Everything looked great. But then she noticed something strange under the bed. She bent down to have a look, and going under the mattress was an adjustable nylon under-the-bed restraint system with simple Velcro cuffs at each of the four corners.

It took her just a moment to realize that it was a restraint system some previous guests must have forgotten after some wild and kinky sex. Her heart raced, and she grew excited just thinking about it. Ready to head down to the dock? Patrick yelled from the kitchen.

It's almost sunset, and I'm thirsty. Yes, me too. I'm coming.

She grabbed the two towels and rushed out of the bedroom. Following Patrick outside, she noticed he carried a small cooler, no doubt loaded with cold drinks for the both of them. Patrick's job as a carpenter kept him active and fit, and he carried the cooler easily.

The lighting from the setting sun on the dock was magical. He opened her a cold cider as she strolled toward him, bouncing along the floating planks playfully. Before taking the drink, she embraced him in a big hug, and immediately all of their built-up stress simply drifted away on the breeze.

It was so peaceful, tranquil, and romantic. After sitting hand-in-hand for a few minutes, sipping their drinks in comfortable silence, Helena stood up abruptly and with purpose, removing her shirt and looking down at him with a sexy grin. She began undoing her bra, teasingly, but turned away from him and tossed it back onto his lap, exposing her tits to the open water and setting sun instead, as she strut to the end of the dock.

She knew it was still going to be cold in there this time of year, but didn't care. He loved how impulsive she was being, like they were honeymooners again. So he chased after her, tearing off his shirt and dropping his pants to the dock boards as he went.

Reaching around Helena, he cupped her tits caressingly and began kissing the side of her neck. She virtually purred beneath his warm embrace in the evening air. He slid one hand down her body until he reached her shorts and unbuttoned them.

Then with both of his big strong hands, he slid down her jean shorts and panties all at once. She reached behind her and felt Patrick's boxers, which she promptly slid down to the wooden planks as well. They each stepped out of their underwear in unison.

Both completely naked now, he stepped up beside her and took her hand. The golden light reflected off their nude bodies beautifully, and without saying a word, almost as if they had an internal countdown silently between them, they both simultaneously plunged into the lake, feet first. The feeling provided such a release after a long and busy week.

Any remaining stress or tension immediately vanished right there into that chilly lake. They each swam out a little ways and embraced, their bodies still warm beneath the surface. He placed an arm around her while they treaded water and kissed her passionately, their lips colliding together desperately.

It was a potent reminder of why they'd gotten married in the first place. The cold completely disappeared for that moment's embrace. But then it was time to swim back to the dock.

Patrick helped Elena up and out of the water once they reached it, and got a great look at her round ass as he pushed her onto the planks. Once there, she raced over to grab the two towels, and came back to wrap Patrick in one as well. They dried each other off while maintaining intense eye contact.

There was something in the air, a feeling so strong, a love so real. Again without a word, he lowered her down onto the dock, stripped off her towel, and quickly found the one remaining spot on her body that was wet. His finger traced along the folds of her pussy, teasing its warm opening.

Her back lay flat on the dock now, and she could feel the heat left behind by the sun's rays on the smooth wood. She opened her legs in excitement of Patrick's touch. He devoured her, his mouth pouncing on her beautiful sex, licking up and down and around until he found her clit, and began teasing it with his tongue.

Little circles, she began quivering under his warm, moist tongue, licking her sweet spot. He knew just what she liked. Her breathing became intensified, fully submerging his face in her folds.

She was loving it, holding the back of his head between her legs. He continued eating her pussy for a few moments, until coming up for air, but he continued fingering her clit, and she reached up to feel his rock-hard cock right above her. She began stroking its long and thick shaft.

She could feel his energy pumping and throbbing already, much like her own, and couldn't wait for him to be inside her. From his knees, Patrick leaned over and took her breast into his mouth, kissing and biting firmly onto her hard nipple, teasing its dark red complexion. After a moment, she tilted her head up, kissed him briefly, and then took his throbbing cock into her mouth, teasing the head a bit, getting it nice and wet, and then taking the whole thing as far into her throat as she could go, just the way he liked it.

Making sure it was nice and wet, he was loving it, and Helena was getting off on just making him happy. She would take it all the way into her mouth, and then slowly slide him all the way out, stopping to look at his perfect cock outside, on that dock, in that magic hour light glistening off her saliva, and then putting it right back into her mouth and throat, unable to wait any longer. He repositioned himself above her, opened her legs wide, and placed his dick up against her warm pussy.

He moved it up and down her slit a couple of times, making sure everything was good and wet, before sliding into her, bit by bit, until his whole cock was submerged in her sex. They both moaned in delight. The mutual feeling of ecstasy was undeniable, out there as the sun set over this perfect scene on the lake.

He thrust into her firmly now, making use of the hard boards beneath her body for leverage. The floating dock began moving in rhythm with them, only enhancing the experience, as it sloshed up and down, making waves on the calm lake's surface. He was so deep, and pounding her hard now, continuing this motion for several minutes, Helena's body succumbing to his pounding thrusts against the dock boards, trembling and breathy she says, together they release all that tension with a perfectly timed, heart-pounding mutual orgasm, on that warm spring night, on the dock, by the lake.

But after a moment, all Helena could think about was the restraint system she'd found earlier under the bed, and how much fun they were going to have with it for the rest of the weekend.