Weekend in the Cabin: Ch. 01

Chapter One: The First Night

It was too quiet, I knew my wife very well, and if she wasn't talking, she was up to something. We had just finished our couple's night out with our neighbors, Jill and Paul.

The drive was getting eerie as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. I knew what I had to do to get her to spill the beans, as they would say. I sighed deeply.

"Go on then," I said.

"It's nothing," my wife Elize said as she looked out her window.

It was past ten at night, and we lived in the suburbs. There was nothing to see but stretches of strip malls and gas stations.

"No, spill it, or you're just going to keep both of us up most of the night, thinking about it," I shook my head.

"Well, it's just that, you ordered the spicy lo mein," Elize said.

"So?" I asked.

"Anytime we go to a Chinese restaurant, new or old, you always order lo-mein and you always want it as spicy as it comes," Elize said.

"I like it spicy, when is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"Paul and I picked that place because it had good reviews, and we thought that you would pick something else other than lo-mein," Elize shrugged as she looked at me.

"So, that's it?" I asked.

"Yes, why don't you try something different?" Elize asked.

I was a man of patterns. I went to the same gas station every time, ordered the same thing at any of the fast-food places, went to bed at the same time, and woke up at the same time.

It was just who I was, but Elize was all over the place. There was no pattern to anything she did. She liked to be unpredictable.

"I will try something else next time," I nodded.

"Thank you," Elize said.

I knew that wasn't going to be the end of it, and I was right. Elize brought it up again the next time we went out, I ordered something I liked, and again she had a problem with it.

"How about this," I said as we sat up in bed that night. "From now on you order for me?"

"Then you will pretend to like it so that you don't make a scene," Elize shook her head.

"I don't do that," I said as I looked at her.

"When we all went on the cruise you were silent the whole trip and smiled only when we were taking pictures," Elize pointed out.

I worked long ten-to-twelve-hour days, five days a week, sometimes six, and all I wanted to do was relax at home. Even on my vacations, all I wanted was peace, quiet, and an excellent book to read, not some tablet or something to read online, I liked the feeling of a good paperback, so I could turn the pages and feel what I was reading.

"I wasn't pretending," I said as I looked at her.

"You hated it," Elize replied.

"Hate is a strong word," I shook my head. "I wasn't completely happy, the whole time."

That was it. Elize turned off her light and turned her back to me, indicating that she wasn't talking about the subject anymore.

Elize and I had been married for four years now. Before that, we had been together for two years. She found my precise schedule and routine cute and admirable when we first got together. Now I could tell. It was annoying her.

She wasn't perfect herself. Elize worked from home. She used to go to work, but with everything happening in the world, her job paid her well enough so she could stay home and do it. This resulted in Elize being bored a lot of the time. She turned from someone that wasn't materialistic to someone that wanted to keep up with everyone else.

Elize had to have everything that everyone else had in our gated community or something better. We had to get new vehicles because everyone else had the most up-to-date vehicles, had to get solar panels because everyone else got them, and the list went on and on, even down to her clothes.

Elize didn't want to be caught wearing the same thing twice. Even when we went on our double date with Paul and Jill, she wouldn't wear anything they had seen before. The result was a walk-in closet that neither of us could walk into without pushing boxes of clothes aside.

I was content with my clothes, shoes, car, everything, but not her.

Another thing that irritated me was the community cluck cluck club, as I called Elize and the group of female friends she had made since moving here. They constantly talked on the phone, texted, or made posts on the community's web page. It was nonstop.

The most reason and target of their talks was Jill, which bothered me the most. When Elize was around Jill, she loved her, called her sister and her best friend, and everything in between. The moment she got away from Jill, it was totally different.

We had a community barbecue at the community center a few weeks ago. All the kids were there in the pool and having a good time. We didn't have kids, and neither did Paul and Jill, so we all sat by the side of the pool.

Well, that's when mistakes were made in their eyes. Jill got up and took off her top and her towel. She stood in a two-piece suit and dived into the pool.

The next day on the community web page, everything was about indecent exposure around the pool area, especially when kids were around, and anybody going to the pool should wear appropriate swimwear.

When I saw it, I immediately knew my wife had something to do with it.

Elize is a physical gem to look at, a great body, nothing to scream at, but for the most part, she is in decent shape with all the average curves.

Just like most of her friends, they are mostly average at best.

Then there is Jill, who most would consider what people call a big, beautiful woman. She has a lot of curves, mainly in the chest area, but she has large hips and a huge ass. Not overly big, but for most, they would consider it huge.

So, when Jill got up and was in that two-piece, there was a lot of staring as her massive chest bounced, swayed, and jiggled all over the place.

I tore into my wife for the first time in ages. How was Jill inappropriate when her best friend Gina was wearing a two-piece, with a see-through wrap around her waist that showed she was wearing a thong bikini bottom?

Elize said she was hiding it behind a wrap. The wrap was utterly transparent. Elize had been wearing a two-piece with her C-cup breasts bulging out the top. Many women that were there were dressed in two-piece bathing suits. It was summer and very hot outside.

Elize said most of the boys and most of the men were staring, and they felt uncomfortable.

I was there, and most of the men I talked to were gawking. They could say they don't like chubby girls, but every one of them was staring with their jaws on the floor.

I am sure they went home and told their wives that it was uncomfortable and Jill shouldn't be wearing something like that, but they were saying that, so they didn't start an argument. At the pool, they all talked about how big Jill's tits were and how phat her ass and thighs were.

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I came home after a long day at work and cracked open a beer as I slumped onto the couch. "Hi," Elize said as she came into the living room.

"Hey," I said.

After last night's chat about the cruise, we hadn't talked to each other.

"I was thinking," Elize said as she sat down.

"Okay," I nodded.

"We have that vacation weekend coming up," Elize said as she stared directly at me.

How could I forget? Paul rented a condo on the beach down in Florida; supposedly, there would be an air and sea show for the whole weekend.

Loud crowds and even louder events, which Paul and my wife would love to drag us all through.

"Well, Jill wanted to go to her brother's cabin in Tennessee," Elize said.

Immediately my eyes lit up. The cabin was tranquil, right on a stream in the middle of nowhere, a small dirt road led up to it, and there was no traffic or neighbors for miles around in every direction.

"See, I knew you would be interested," Elize smiled. "So, Paul and I got to thinking."

Paul also worked from home while Jill worked at the veterinary clinic. Elize and Paul talked constantly online and over text messages.

"Continue," I said.

"The two of you can go to the cabin and Paul and I could go to the condo," Elize beamed.

I had suspected that the two of them were having an affair. Jill was sure of it too, but neither of us could catch them. There was no proof.

I had cameras everywhere, inside and out, and there were no surprise visits from Paul or Elize leaving the house unexpectedly.

Even though Elize was as random as can be, she did have somewhat of a fixed schedule to work, and when she wasn't working, she was with her cluck cluck club.

Jill and I had tried to put two and two together, but when Elize was out, Paul was inside. When Paul was out, Elize was inside. The two times never meshed, so we both gave up.

"You're sure?" I asked.

"Positive," Elize nodded. "Both of you hate the beach and loud noises, and Paul and I both hate the outdoors, so it makes sense."

"Okay," I nodded.

"Good," Elize said as she stood up.

That was settled, and I found myself going to the library to rent a couple of books. I hoped to get some good reading done this weekend.

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Jill met me outside as the other two were already at the airport.

"Think this is it?" Jill asked as I climbed up into her truck.

"Definitely, but you know what, I could care less," I said as I clicked my seatbelt.

"Me neither," Jill nodded.

I knew our marriage was heading downhill, and if they were having an affair, so be it. I already had planned to move out of state if things went as they were heading.

Jill and I sat on the seven-hour drive in complete silence. While silence with my wife was excruciating, silence with Jill was comfortable.

We stopped for gas and some food for the cabin, then headed up the dirt road to the cabin. My car could never make it up this road.

Finally, we were there, and I couldn't wait to get into my room and get comfortable. I was sure Jill was thinking the same, she loved to play word games on her tablet, and as soon as I came back downstairs, she was on the couch with tablet in hand.

For most of the night, we just spent reading and playing games. The silence of the mountains filled the cabin. I put more wood on the fire and went back to reading.

"So, if it does happen, what are your plans?" Jill asked, breaking the silence.

"My brother has a job for me in New Jersey," I said, closing the book.

"Wow, that's a big change," Jill said.

Moving from South Carolina to New Jersey would be a giant leap, but I was somewhat looking forward to it.

"You?" I asked.

"Australia," Jill nodded. "A veterinary friend of mine has a spot waiting for me."

"Talk about a huge change," I said, looking over at her.

"Think it will be good for me," Jill nodded.

"I think it will be good for both of us to get away from all of this," I nodded.

I didn't know everything, but I could tell Paul and Jill's relationship was hanging by a thread.

"I forgot to cook dinner," Jill said as she looked outside.

It was pitch black outside, and the sounds of the mountains were getting quieter.

I remembered we were all up here one night and all heard a strange sound. It sounded as if something was outside and moving around, close to the cabin.

Paul and Elize wanted to go outside and check it out. Jill and I told them the number one rule about being in the mountains, if you hear strange noises, do not go and investigate. Sure enough, the sound continued for a while, and then it faded.

It could have been a bear or something else, but we never found tracks or any sign of anything the following day.

"Not hungry, are you?" I asked.

"Peckish," Jill shrugged as she got up, got a snack, and returned.

After a while, we said goodnight and went to bed.

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The morning came, we went hiking for a bit, then to the stores.

Neither of us heard anything from the other two, except they got in late last night as their flights got pushed back.

I liked going shopping with Jill. Unlike Elize, who had to visit every shop and spend at least an hour in each, Jill knew what she wanted, went in, got it, then was back out.

"What is that smell?" I said as I got up from my seat on the couch.

I went into the kitchen and saw Jill wearing shorts and a shirt. I guess she was getting comfortable around me.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Jambalaya!" Jill said.

"It smells good," I said, peeking over her shoulder at it.

"Taste," Jill said as she brought up a spoonful.

I coughed a little but put my hand over my mouth.

"Spicy!" I said as I reached for a bottle of water.

"Too spicy?" Jill asked.

"No," I shook my head. "Just wasn't prepared. That's good!"

"Yeah, I can't make it the way I want at home, Paul hates spicy food," Jill said.

"So does Elize," I nodded.

"May I ask something?" Jill said as she looked over at me.

"Shoot," I nodded as I leaned against the counter.

"It's been bugging me for a few weeks now," Jill said.

I knew where this was going and had prepared for it.

"Yes," I nodded.

"I fucking knew it!" Jill said, "Why, though?"

"Truthfully?" I asked.

"Yes, please," Jill nodded.

"Them," I said, pointing at her chest. "Elize said it made the kids and all the men as well as some of the women uncomfortable."

"Seriously?" Jill shook her head. "Like not seeing Gina's bare ass walk all over the place wasn't uncomfortable?"

"No comment," I smiled as I went to the fridge and got a beer.

"No, don't do that, Paul does that," Jill said.

"Okay," I nodded. "What ass?"

Jill laughed.

"No, I am serious, what ass?" I repeated. "Elize and the others keep talking about Gina's ass and I have to say I am not impressed."

"Okay, but Elize has a better ass?" Jill asked.

"She did until she moved out there and got in the club, then she lost weight and worked out so much on her ass that it disappeared," I said.

"Very true," Jill said, reaching for my beer and taking a swig. "I saw her before and after pictures, and I must say the before looked much better."

"I say that about a lot of the photos I see with women losing weight, the before looked a lot better," I said as she handed my beer back to me.

"So, into thick girls huh?" Jill asked. "Was starting to have my doubts about you."

"What?" I asked with a smile.

"Usually you brothers, or black males in general love the thick women, but I never see you checking the big girls out, ever," Jill nodded as she stirred her pot.

"Just because you don't catch me, doesn't mean I don't look," I smiled.

"Okay, is it just thick girls or really big girls, there is a difference," Jill said.

"Can I say both?" I asked.

"Good answer," Jill nodded.

"Okay, your turn," I said as I leaned back.

"Let's just say, Paul is my first white guy," Jill smiled.

"Oh?" I smiled.

"What can I say, I got burned by my last brother and it left a bad taste in my mouth, so I vowed to never go back," Jill said with squinty eyes.

"And now?" I asked.

"Oh, if this goes the way it's heading, definitely going back," Jill nodded.

We both laughed for a bit and then sat down for dinner.

"Okay, how about you?" Jill asked.

"Never been with a white woman," I nodded.

"What?" Jill said as she stared at me over the table.

Elize was the first non-full black woman I had been with, and she was half black and half Hispanic.

"Yup," I nodded.

"Oh, that's unexpected," Jill shook her head. "Never as in never as in nothing?"

"Nope, never dated, or did anything with a white woman," I said.

"Get the fuck out of here?" Jill said.

"Why is that unexpected?" I asked.

"You know how people think, all black guys want to impregnate us white women with their big black cocks," Jill said as she shook her head.

"Yeah and leave them pregnant and go to the next one," I nodded.

"Well, I have been with my fair share of black men and as far as the big cock goes, it's been Moby Dick and I have been Ahab, because not one of them have had it," Jill smiled.

"What about the pregnant part," I smiled.

"Nope, no bun in the oven, it got broken in a car accident long time ago, so no kids in my future," Jill shared.

I knew that already, as Elize had told me about it.

"So, why no white girls, just not interested?" Jill asked.

"They haven't been interested in me, came close in high school but she didn't like black guys," I shrugged. "After that, I never tried again."

"Ah, got scorned and never looked back," Jill nodded.

We cleaned up the table and settled down in the living room.

"So, what other things are a myth?" I asked.

"Oh, the going all night and cumming buckets," Jill said. "Total lie!"

"For all of them?" I asked.

"Let's just say Paul lasts longer than all of them and even with him I usually have to finish the job," Jill said.

"Ouch," I said.

"Okay, how about Elize?" Jill asked. "She dances well, but does that go well in bed?"

I spat out my drink as she said that and shook my head.

"She is very good at dancing and teasing while she dances, but is stiff as a board in bed," I said.

It was one of the surprising things that got me when we first had sex, I had seen her on the dance floor many times and instantly thought she could move like that in bed, but it was a hard no once we got there.

"Not even when you're hitting it from behind?" Jill asked.

"Hell no!" I shook my head. "Okay, the only thing Elize is good at and the one thing I like is tit fucking, she likes to do it and most of the girls I know hate doing it."

"That's because it does nothing for us," Jill nodded. "But I personally like it, plus I got the equipment to get the job done properly."

"Yes, you do," I nodded.

"Paul hates my ass," Jill said. "Says it's too big."

"Nope," I said. I shook my head. "As the saying goes if a guy thinks your ass is too big, he just doesn't have the equipment needed to pass the cheeks."

It was Jill's turn to spit out her drink.

"Who the fuck said that?" Jill asked.

"The internet and the internet never lies," I laughed.

Jill shook her head back and forth.

"I mean it's not totally wrong and not totally right, he can get past the cheeks but, after that it's kind of like a fumbled ball?"

"What?" I asked.

"He thrusts and thrusts but there is no real," Jill paused and thought for a second. "Penetration, should I say?"

"Doesn't go deep enough," I nodded.

"Exactly, now when he does it missionary, or I am on top, it's all good, but from behind, not so much," Jill smiled.

"Big butt problems," I laughed.

"Exactly," Jill nodded.

It was nice to talk this easily with Jill. We never got to speak; usually, the other two did all the talking, and the two of us just sat in silence.

"So, you ever think you will ever jump on that white whale?" Jill asked.

"If the right one comes around," I nodded.

The rest of the night went by with us talking about past relationships. It felt good to just talk with the silence of the woods outside and the fire in the fireplace.

"Night," I said as we retreated to our rooms.

"Sleep well, David," Jill said.

I lay on my bed and texted my wife, but she didn't reply.

I rolled over and had many thoughts of Jill in the next room down the hall and wondered if she was having the same thoughts as me.