Our Fucking Cabin 18+ Suivre l’histoire

It all began last fall. My wife and I went on a hiking, or better said on a fucking trip together. We booked a cabin in a very remote mountain region to enjoy the beautiful autumn colors and to fuck each others brains out. To put a pun into her oven, because we were both in our early thirties, and it was time to found a family. And yes, we were already trying to produce some offspring for some back then, but nothing came out of it. We talked with some trustworthy people about it and someone gave us the advice to take a couple of weeks off together. While being in a low stress, phone free environment.

It took us some time to figure out what we wanted to do. But then my wife discovered some of those off grid living channels online, and she was more than just found of it. She suggested it to me, and I said yes. So we hunted down a remote cabin in some remote mountains far away from the next bigger human settlement. Luckily we found one. And we booked it: From the middle of October until the middle of December. Our plan was to enjoy the romantic autumn colors and the first snow together.

Luckily we both were able to convince the companies we worked for to give us two months off. Partly it was paid vacation from the last years, partly it was unpaid vacation, but we were happy that it was doable.

Once the date was set, we began to prepare ourselves. We both were big city kids, so we needed to learn a lot. We booked a few survival courses, and we went on some hiking trips together. To make our new boots getting used to our feed, or our feet getting used to our new boots.

Days, weeks and months passed by fast and travel day was there. We already had packed all of our stuff, we already had bought some supplies and we had rented out a huge SUV with some off road tires on it. It was time to say goodbye to our apartment and head out into the wild.

But before we arrived there it was couple of hours on a highway, about two hours on country roads and then we were in the small mountain village that was relatively close to the cabin. The views were already breath taking. The town was laying in a valley, surrounded by nothing but forest and high mountains with snow covered tops.

In the village we met the owner of the cabin. She gave us our keys, she told us about everything we had to look after and she told us to bring at least double, if not three times the supplies we had with us. My wife and I nodded with our heads. But our car was already full.

So the owner of the cabin was so nice to lend us a trailer, and she led us to the local grocery store. The prices were okay, a little bit higher than in the city, but we had enough money to buy a lot of food. And to buy a lot of fuel for the generator. Once we had everything, the cabin owner hugged each one of us and then we left. We were heading up the mountain. On some dirt roads. Roads big enough to be used by some trucks loaded with logs, so no problem for my big black car at all.

And then, finally we arrived. We took one last turn, and there it was, our cabin. Built on the sunny side of the valley. Built next to a small river running down into the valley. All framed by some beautiful fall colors. While providing astonishing views onto the surrounding mountains. My wife and I, we thought that we had found paradise.

But for no, no time to enjoy it all. After a short inspection of the cabin, after we had opened up all the blinds, and the windows to let some fresh air in, it was time to unload everything. It was time get the supplies inside. It was time to refuel the generator, but to my surprise, the tank was still close to full, so the cabin owner probably just made us bringing an emergency ration.

After everything was inside, I parked the car and the trailer in the garage next to the outhouse. Yes, the owner build a garage up here. To protect the car. And yes, there was a non flushed outhouse. A traditional looking wild west toilet with a heart shaped opening in the front door.

Luckily that was the only inconvenience we had to deal with. There was running water and a bathroom in the cabin. We even had warm water when you made a fire beneath the boiler. All together we picked a very comfy cabin, not a die hard survival hut that had no comfort to offer at all. We were planing on relaxing, not fighting for our lives.

But the cabin was missing one thing. One thing that was eating away a lot of our lives back then: It had no cell service. No internet. Nothing. In case of an emergency, there was an old radio in one corner of the cabin. And yes, I learned to operate it beforehand. In one of the survival classes I took.

After we were settled in, or at least partly settled in, we had about two, maybe three hours of daylight left. We were thinking about exploring the surrounding, but my wife was not that happy with how dust covered everything in the cabin was. So she decided to clean the place. To get the dust out of the main room that served as a kitchen and a living room, to clean the small bathroom and to get the dirt out of our small bedroom on the upper floor. I offered her my help, but she told me that I just would be in the way. So I went out, to explore the immediate surrounding of our home for the next two months.

I found a few nice views, lot of trees, some foot paths leading downwards, some leading upwards and some deeper into the valley. I decided to head in deeper. To explore the inner parts of the valley: The road got steeper, but I kept on going. Until I was standing in front of another hut. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and a woman in her mid fifties came out of her hut when I came closer. She walked towards me, with a huge smile on her face: “Hello, are you the new neighbor from down the road?”

The owner of our cabin must have told her about me, and my wife. She looked more than just friendly, and damn it, I must admit, she caught my eyes. And it was her, who did the talking. She asked me about my name, asked me about my wife, and asked me about how long we were planing to stay. She also told me to be careful, because when winter really hits, we might be stuck up here.

All I did was nodding, and asking a few questions back, when she gave me a chance to do so. She told me that she was living alone up here for a few years now. She had enough of her stressful city life, her children are grown up and her husband had ran off with his secretary. So she decided that it was time for a change. And so she moved into the mountains. Spend her time improving her cabin, growing or foraging her own food and write smutty novels.

In the end she invited me and my wife to have some coffee or tea with her. We just should she up, and when she was around, it would be coffee time. If she wasn’t around, we should try our luck on another day. I thanked her for the invitation, then I headed back to our cabin.

When I arrived, my wife still busy cleaning. I said hello, she ignored me. I told her that I was going to make some dinner, she hugged me: “Thank you, I will return the favor.”

Then I began to cook. It was my first time working with a wood fired stove. And it was my first time working without any modern, electricity consuming appliances. In the end, it worked out, sort off. Because regulating your temperature by throwing less or more wood into the stove, that is something you have to get used to do.

During dinner I told my wife about our neighbor. She was found of the idea to visit her one day, because she wanted to ask her anything about living up here. She wanted to benefit from her experience. To make life easier for us. And to have someone to chit chat with.

After our first meal in our new home for the next months I took care of the dishes. While my wife was lighting up the fireplace. To set the mood for the evening. A few failed attempts and some cursing later the fire was on.

When I was done doing the dishes, my wife and I placed ourselves in front of the fire place. We were cuddling next to each other while watching the wood burn to ash and enjoying a drink together. It was nothing but relaxing. Relaxing and romantic.

So it didn’t took long until we were onto each other. It all began with some gentle kisses. With my hands exploring her body, and her hands exploring my body. The gentle kisses soon turned into passionate ones. Then we ripped the clothes of the others body.

Only a few moments later she spread her legs for me. And I dug in. My tongue was on her pussy, then my tongue was in her pussy. She tasted nothing but great. Then I brought my fingers into the game. One wen in first, then a second one and then a third one.

Now her moaning was filling the cabin. More and more tension was building up. I knew the spots I had to hit, so it was easy for me to work her towards her first orgasm of the night.

She came closer and closer with every thrust I gave her, and then, when she was really close, I stopped. She hates it when I do that. She got really angry. And she jumped onto me.

She slid my dick inside her dripping wet and swollen pussy. She used me as her living dildo. She rode herself to an orgasm. Not caring about me at all. I love it, when she does that.

After she came for the first time, she pretended that she had enough. But I knew her better. I took her body, bent her over the dinner table and took her from behind. My dick sliding in and out of her pussy felt nothing but awesome. And I was in control now.

I fucked myself towards an orgasm. Hard, fast and deep. I used her to please my urges. To empty my aching balls. She loves it, when I fuck her that way. Her moaning, my moaning, our moaning got more and more intense.

Just a few more hard thrusts left. Her legs already began to tremble. I was really close. Then, one last and final thrust. My balls emptied themselves into her unprotected pussy. I dumped a huge and nasty load inside her. She came with me.

Tension was leaving our bodies. My sweat covered body collapsed onto her sweat covered body. It took us some time regain ourselves, but when it happened, I got off her, she turned around, looked me in the eyes and told me that she loves me. I told her the same, then we shared a few gentled kisses, cleaned up ourselves as good as we could and went in front of the fireplace again: For some cuddling.

Some time later we went to bed. We were spooning before we fell asleep. We were sleeping like two babies. It was the best sleep that we had for a long, long time. And well, we both were dreaming about the next two months.

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**Episode II**

The next morning, the next day, our first full day enjoying the remote off grid lifestyle, began with a perfect example of morning wood standing between my legs and pointing towards the ceiling. Shortly after I opened my eyes, my wife woke up to. She cuddled herself next to me, gave me a gentle kiss and then one of her hands began to take care of the raging hard boner between my legs.

One of her hands was sliding up and down my rock hard dick, while the other one was squeezing my cum filled balls. She knew how to please me. She knew what I liked. She was polishing my hard wood for about eleven years back then. She brought me closer and closer to an orgasm with every stroke she gave me. It didn’t took long and my moaning was filling the our tiny, but cozy cabin bedroom.

But then, I was really, really close to bust my load, she stopped. She looked me in the eyes, with a huge smile on her face: “You haven’t forgotten why we are here, haven’t you? You are supposed to dump all of your cum inside my pussy, and nowhere else.”

After she had spoken those few two sentences she pulled back the blanket, she exposed my raging hard cock and climbed on top of me. She guided my dick inside her pussy, then she rode me. She rode me the way I loved it. While smiling at me, looking me in the eyes.

It felt good. It felt awesome. It felt to good. It didn’t took long and an orgasm was building up inside me. I tried to hold myself back, to enjoy her doing a little bit longer, to maybe giving her an orgasm too, but I failed. It took less than thirty seconds for my balls to empty themselves inside my wife’s unprotected pussy.

No, she wasn’t mad at me that I didn’t finish her off. She bowed down to me, gave me a few gentle kisses on my cheek, then we kept on cuddling for some time. While her, while our fucking juices were running all over my belly. But then, hunger set in. It was time to leave our bed.

After refreshing myself in the bathroom, after visiting the outhouse, I went straight over to the kitchen counter to prepare some breakfast for the two of us. Yes, I was the cook in our relationship. She was doing laundry, and the bigger share of the cleaning. We were, we are splitting household chores, to maximize efficiency. To have as much time left for being together, or doing whatever else we wanted to do. But I am drifting off here.

While I was cutting up stuff for breakfast, my wife disappeared in the bathroom, went for a short trip over into the outhouse and then she made the bed, and did some other minor cleaning chores.

Then we met at the dinner table, or kitchen table, not sure how to call the only table in the cabin to enjoy breakfast together. During breakfast we made up a plan for the day. We decided to go on a hiking, on an exploration drip. The destination was unclear, but we wanted do follow a path that I discovered the day before, that was starting about fifty meters from our cabin away and that lead more or less straight up the next mountain.

Once the goal was set, once all of the breakfast I made was eaten, we began to prepare our hiking trip. For me that meant going back to the kitchen counter, preparing something to eat. Preparing some lunch for the two of us.

For her it meant packing our backpacks: Putting enough water into them, better carry more up the mountain than you need than a single drop too less, storing away some emergency carb filled protein bars, packing in some dry clothes to change into if, or when we reach a destination, packing in two blankets, one to sit on, one to cuddle beneath, putting in a first aid kid and checking if her camera was ready, charged, up and running.

When we two were done with our parts, we packed the food into the backpacks, we got dressed and then we left the cabin and headed towards the path. And yes, it really was nothing more than just a footpath. Probably used by some hunters and some trail runners, and maybe by the owners of the property, to check if everything was okay up there, because the path really just led straight up the mountain. Not that many not steep parts in it. Not that many curves, just straight up.

But my wife and I accepted the challenge. We began to head up. Sweat was soon running down our bodies. But the fresh, surprisingly not to cold air felt great in our lungs. The sun was shining onto us as soon there were no trees above it. And yes, tons of breathtaking views on that breath taking hike.

But the most captivating view was walking straight in front of me. It was my wife. She took over the lead. Her ass was constantly in my field of view. Her damn hot ass. She shook him for me. Yes, she did it on purpose. And yes, the higher up we were, the higher was my horny level.

And it was horny that brought me up the mountain. It was horny that made me forget my exhaustion. It was horny that made me forget about the pain in my feet and an in my legs. Horny sometimes is nothing but an awesome motivation.

But what kept my wife going, you might ask yourself? She just loves challenges, she just loves forcing herself to keep on going. She needs that. She just is that way. Yes, she struggled too when were hiking, climbing up the mountain, but she is very strong willed. She just keeps going. And she dragged me up with her.

Finally, after two hours without any breaks. After two hours of step climbing, the path ended. We arrived at our destination. We were on top of the mountain next to our cabin. And, yes it was worth the effort. We enjoyed the breath taking views while regaining our breaths.

You were able to see the whole valley we just came up from. You could see the breath taking mountainscape that surrounded our valley. And you could see the remote mountain village we came through the day before in the distance. And it all was beautifully framed by a sunny blue sky with some scattered white clouds breaking up the never ending blue.

After enjoying the views our time, our pulse went down again. It was time for us to get out of our sweaty clothes. It was time to change into the dry ones that my wife had packed up earlier.

And well, my wife, she pulled blank in front of me. No, she was wearing no bra. She offered me a perfect view of her boobs. She did it all while her body pointed into my direction. Horny me, the boner between my legs was back within a few seconds. I jumped over to here, I wanted to jump onto, her but she stopped me: “Not now, later.”

She did it with a huge smile on her face. She loves to tease me. She loves to keep me blue balled from time to time. She loves to turn me on, and then to turn me on even further. I love it too. And yes, I listened to her. I abandoned my approach, and prepare to set up a picnic for the two of us.

While I was setting up lunch, my wife took pictures of the views, she also took pictures of me setting up lunch, then we dug in. We enjoyed our meal together. We filled our hungry bellies. We put the calories we burned on our way up back into our bodies again.

After lunch, after everything was cleaned away, it was time for a break. We kept on sitting on the blanket we lunch on, but we moved closer to each other. Until our bodies were touching, until we could feel each other, until we had each other’s scent in our noses. Then we covered ourselves with the second blanket we brought with us.

It all lasted for about five minutes. We enjoyed the view, we enjoyed each other’s company, we shared a few gentle kisses. The gentle kisses turned into passionate ones. Our hands were all over each other.

Soon after a blanket dropped to the ground, followed by some clothes. We didn’t needed them to keep us warm anymore. Our bodies were on fire. We were more than just hot for each other. It didn’t took long and my rock hard dick was sliding in and out of her dripping wet swollen pussy. It felt nothing but good.

It didn’t took long and our passionate moaning was filling the air surrounding the mountaintop. We totally lost ourselves. Our inner animals took over. There was nothing but the feeling of my dick sliding in and out of her pussy.

I fucked her the way she needs it. I took my time with her. I fucked her slow, gentle, but balls deep. She pegged me to go harder, to go faster, but I ignored her. I was the one fucking her, I was calling the shots.

And it worked. Despite her protests more and more tension was building up. We came closer to an orgasm with every thrust I gave her. It felt better and better with every thrust I gave her. My balls began to ache. And then, one more thrust, boom, my balls unloaded themselves inside her pussy. She came with me.

Her body was trembling. Her legs were shaking. We collapsed next to each other. We collapsed onto the blanket we had lunch on. And I pulled the other blanked over our exhausted, satisfied bodies.

We kept on cuddling for some time. While being totally naked. We shared some gentle kisses, until the cold finally began to creep in. Our inner heat, the heat that had kept us warm while my dick was sliding in and out of her pussy just was gone. So we got dressed again.

And meanwhile it got late. It was time to head back down again. So we packed our stuff, then we enjoyed the view for a couple of minutes. While hugging each other, and sharing a few gentle kisses. Then we hiked, we climbed back down again. Back into our warm and cozy cabin.

The way downwards was tiresome. We had to go slow, because to be totally honest with you, the climb up was a little bit too much for our legs. We took a lot of breaks, but luckily no accident happened. We arrived at our cabin in the late afternoon. Happy, in one piece, but exhausted.

But our day wasn’t over yet. I cooked some dinner, my wife took care of our sweaty clothes. She hang them up to dry, because well, they were sports clothes, so you didn’t need to wash them after getting sweaty for one time.

Then we had dinner together, we talked about the day, we looked at the pictures she took – yes, we had a laptop with us, to watch some movies during the long and cold winter nights, or to edit some pictures, do some writing, because well, it just is a nice thing to do – then we went straight to bed. Doing some reading while laying next to each other, then we both feel asleep. Dreaming of the awesome things we that we did during the day.

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**Episode III**

The third day of our fucking vacation began with me making breakfast for my wife. I woke up before her. I ignored my morning wood and then I went into the kitchen. To brew some coffee, to fix some sandwiches, to boil some eggs.

It didn’t took long until the smell of freshly brewed coffee woke up my wife and lured her into the kitchen. She was sneaking on me. She took me by surprise when she all of a sudden hugged me from behind and whispered a thank you in my ear.

Then we sat down, we enjoyed breakfast together. We were making plans about how to spend our day. We came up with the great idea to go on another hiking trip. A trip that didn’t go all to well. We had to turn around, long long before reaching our destination. Our legs hadn’t recovered from the day before. The trip up to the mountain top was just to demanding for the two of us.

Back at the cabin, we had lunch, we hung out for some time, then I went out in our backyard. There I inspected a pile of wood in the middle of the cleared, tree and bush free area. I was curious if something, and then what was buried beneath it. So I began to remove piece after piece.

To my surprise pieces of some cover sheets became visible. Now I was hooked. I even called my wife to help me out a little bit. She showed up, some time later, she clearly was in no hurry, and lent me a hand. Together we cleared the wooden planks, the branches and the small tree trunks away.

When the debris was cleaned away, my meanwhile also curious wife and I took of the cover sheets. We uncovered a wooden bathtub. It locked like a big wooden barrel that was cut in half. Something what looked like a metal chimney was laying in it, and beneath the bathtub was a fireplace. We found a heated outdoor bathtub.

It had gotten late meanwhile. And my wife and I were tired. Partly because of the hiking trip on the day before, partly because we two weren’t used to physical labor. So we decided to call it a day. We postponed filling the bathtub to the next morning.

Then we went back in the cabin, we took a shower together, my dick was sliding in and out of her pussy, my balls dumped a load inside her, then I made some dinner, we enjoyed it in front of the fireplace then we went to sleep. Less than a minute after we went to bed, my wife and I were in dreamland. We were sleeping like babies.

On the next morning, after breakfast, it was time to fill up the bathtub. We found some buckets in a small shed that was attached to the cabin. Luckily they had no holes in them. So we began to carry water from the small river nearby to our outdoor bathtub. But we didn’t got far. The damn thing had more leaks than a kitchen sieve.

Luckily the blanks seemed to be fine. Just the gaps between them weren’t sealed anymore. My wife and I were thinking about ways how to fix the problem. It took us some time to come up with an idea. But then my wife remembered that she once has seen a documentary about barrel making. She remembered that adjusting the metal rings might solve the problem.

After we had some lunch together we went to work again. We found some suitable tools in the shed, then we adjusted the rings. And it worked, the gaps closed when we were driving the rings upwards. So we gave it another try. We were carrying water buckets again. It got better, there was by far less water leaking out, but it was by far not sealed. We needed something to put between the planks.

Due the fact that it got late again, we postponed our next steps to the upcoming day. We went back in the cabin, enjoying dinner, fucking and then sleeping. Falling asleep while spooning. Falling asleep while feeling the other. Nothing but a great way to doze off into the land of dreams.

The next morning, during breakfast, we were talking about the bathtub. We needed something to finally seal it. But we both had no clue how to do that. So I came up with the great idea to drive back into the small village and to ask the people owning, running the general store for help. Maybe they knew something, or someone.

My wife loved my idea. She was all in. Then she asked me the following: “Can you bring some supplies too?”

The moment she asked me that question I knew that I would drive back to down alone. She probably wanted some alone time. Something that I have no problem with at all. So I just nodded with my head: “Write me a list, and I bring what is available.”

About an hour later I was on my way to the village. I was driving down the forest road while listening to some nice music. It had something relaxing. I wasn’t driving fast. I was in no hurry. And it really wasn’t mattering at all if the trip took me one hour longer or not.

In the village, in the general store, they were able to help me out after I told them about my problem. They sold me some hemp to put in between the planks. Then I should press them together again, and the problem should be solved. I thanked them. Then I handed them the list my wife had written for me. Luckily they had all she wanted.

While being in town I grabbed some lunch, in the restaurant there was. It was around noon, so many workers were having lunch. I asked if the seat was taken, they shook their heads, so I sat down. While eating my food I listened in their conversation, and then I joined in. I asked them a few questions, and they were willing to answer them. Then they asked me some questions, and I gave them some answers. In the end we said goodbye, and everyone went their way.

Some hours later I was back at the cabin. My wife was happy to see me again, and she got even happier when I told her that I got everything she wanted. She even helped me carrying all the stuff inside. Once everything was stored away, I told her about the solution to our leaking bathtub. A smile appeared on her face: “Tomorrow.”

The next morning we went to work again. We untied the metal rings, we put some hemp in the gaps, then we tied the rings again. After a short lunch break it was time to carry some water through the landscape again. We poured bucket after bucked in the huge wooden bathtub. And it got fuller and fuller with every run. Next to no water was leaking out anymore.

Then it was time to light a fire beneath it. Yes, we were smart enough to but the metal chimney in place again before we did so. It took us some time until we got it going. And it took even longer until the cold river water warmed up. And it took us some time to figure out who to keep the water warm, but preventing it from getting warmer. Because we weren’t that excited of the idea of getting boiled alive while having a bath.

A afternoon went by, it got dark again. My wife and I had some dinner, then we we went back into our backyard. We got undressed and climbed into our bathtub. With some drinks in our hands. With refills in reach. And yes, it was worth the effort. It was worth the hustle. The warm water felt god. Some candles were creating a romantic mood. You could partly see the trees, and you were able to see the night sky. It was nothing but romantic. We both enjoyed the scenery. We both were nothing but relaxed.

And we both were moving towards each other. Slowly but steadily. Until we could feel each other. Until our bodies were more than just touching. Then we shared a few gentle kisses. Then we put our drink away. And then passion took over.

Gentle kisses turned into passionate ones. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies. It didn’t took long and one of my fingers was inside her pussy. Moaning escaped her throat. She asked for more. A second finger, then a third one went inside her. Her moaning got more intense. More and more tension was building up.

It didn’t took long and her hands were looking for something to get a hold on. She was close to an orgasm. I gave her what she needed. I hit the right spots. Then she let out a few intense moans while her legs were trembling. She had her first orgasm. I pulled my fingers out of her and gave her a few gentle kisses on her cheek.

It didn’t took long and she was returning the favor. One of her hands was sliding up and down my dick, the other one was squeezing my balls. It felt so fucking good. To make it even better, she gave me a passionate kiss from time to time.

She brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. Every stroke felt better, every squeeze she gave my balls enhanced my pleasure. My moaning was filling the night air. My eyes were running in circles. But then, she stopped: “Cum in me. Make me a baby.”

Moments later she was on top of me. My rock hard dick was sliding in her pussy. I had to focus, I had to hold myself back to prevent me from dumping my load. She knew what I was doing, so she fucked me the way I love it. To tease me. To force me to focus, to concentrate even harder.

And I was able to pull the stunt. Luckily my doing was nothing but a turn on for my wife. So I was able to pull the stunt. I was able to hold myself back long enough. When I felt her hands grabbing onto me, I finally let go. It took only a few thrusts. She needed only a few thrusts. Then my balls emptied themselves inside her. It felt so good. We came together. While being surrounded by some warm water. What an awesome fuck.

After I pulled out, we kept on chilling in the bathtub for some time. Not caring about the fact that we were sitting in our own fucking juices. We shared a drink or two, then we got out of the water, dried off each others bodies, extinguished the fire bellow the bathtub and went in the cabin, to cuddle a little bit in our bed. Enjoying each other company. Trying to not think about the fact that we probably had to drain and refill the bathtub before we could use it again. But no regrets at all.