Ellie and Marcus had always played by their own rules. After ten years together, their love hadn’t faded — it had evolved, deepened, and recently, opened.
It started with a fantasy, whispered between sheets on late nights. Then, a real conversation. Then…an invitation. This weekend, it was happening.
They arrived at the secluded mountain cabin just before sunset, a bottle of wine in hand and nerves buzzing under their skin. Waiting inside were Jason and Marla — confident, curious, and beautifully in sync. The four had met through mutual friends and flirted over drinks one too many times to ignore the chemistry.
Dinner was light, laughter easy, and touches subtle — a hand on a thigh here, a shared look there. By the time the fire crackled to life in the living room, the air was heavy with want.
Marla stood first, walking over to Marcus and straddling his lap with the ease of someone who’d been given permission. Ellie watched, heat flaring between her thighs as Marla kissed him — slow, deliberate.
Then Jason turned to Ellie. “Still sure?” he asked, voice low, eyes searching hers.
Ellie smiled, already moving to him. “I’ve never been more ready.”
Jason kissed like he’d waited months for this — strong hands on her hips, pulling her into him, his lips demanding but reverent. Behind them, Marcus groaned softly, his hands now tangled in Marla’s hair as she rode his thigh with growing urgency.
Clothes peeled away, inch by heated inch. Marcus kissed Marla’s breasts as she unzipped his jeans, while Jason knelt in front of Ellie, his mouth finding her wet heat like he already knew her every desire.
Moans filled the cabin, the kind that came from shared trust, from boundaries willingly expanded.
Soon, Ellie lay beneath Jason, her legs wrapped around his hips as he filled her slowly, deeply. Across the room, Marla was bent over the back of the couch, Marcus gripping her waist, thrusting into her with a mix of control and hunger.
Their eyes met across the room—Ellie and Marcus—and in that locked gaze was everything: love, excitement, and total permission.
They were connected, even as they gave themselves to someone else.
Afterwards, tangled bodies glistened in firelight. Ellie was in Marcus’s arms, her body humming. Marla dozed beside them, her hand resting on Jason’s chest.
“Still okay?” Marcus whispered in her ear.
Ellie smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Better than okay.”
And as snow began to fall softly outside, inside the cabin, warmth and satisfaction wrapped around all four of them like a blanket of fire.