If Faith hadn't insisted on totally unpacking the car and arranging our things in the little cabin we had rented for a week, we could have at least had a half hour stroll on the beach before the storm started to blow in. It was late September and, looking to save a little money, we had found this “charming” little “beach cottage” on Airbnb for what we thought was a steal. It was charming–old fashioned, tiny (just a bedroom with a full-size iron bed and a kitchen/living room), without wifi and barely any cell service and only three electrical outlets in the whole place–but it had a terrific screened-in porch almost as large as the rest of the house...and it was just one relatively short dune away from the beach. There were other cottages nearby, but they all appeared unoccupied.

That may have had to do with the fact that the weather forecast had turned away what few off-season tourists had booked up here in New Brunswick. As soon as Faith had unpacked and nested a bit, we took the narrow trail through the beach grass out to the red sand beach. The tide was out–way out in the Bay of Fundy–but the leading edge of Tropical Storm Matthew was whipping up waves out on the bay and the clouds were rolling in fast. We were barely back at the cottage when scattered raindrops began to fall. 

Turns out “charming” didn't include a real stove. There was a tiny dorm fridge and an ancient toaster oven, together with an odd assortment of kitchen utensils. We wouldn't be cooking our own meals on this budget getaway.

Fortunately, there was a little restaurant and bar in the nearby harbor. The reviews of our cottage said it was an easy walk, but we decided to drive in case the serious rain arrived. When we walked in, the bartender looked surprised to see us. The place (which would have been crowded with just ten people) was empty. We took a table by the window and he brought menus. Turns out, those menus needed some explaining, since many of their summer items were no longer available. What harbor restaurant takes most of their seafood off the menu in September? I was trying to be a good sport, but it looked more and more like this trip was going to suck.

But as soon as he took our burger orders and walked away, Faith rubbed her foot along my calf and her eyes twinkled. “He’s pretty interesting,” she teased. She likes big men–tall, barrel chested types–and when he returned in a few seconds with our drinks, I could see what had probably attracted her–he had large, strong looking hands. Faith is always commenting on men's hands and forearms, and this guy had both...and some interesting tattoos to boot.

She was embarrassed as soon as she mentioned it to me, but being the only customers in the joint, we struck up a conversation. Turns out his name was Matthew (like the storm, I pointed out) and he was also from the States. He and his friend had bought this place a few years ago and–at least on weeknights–the two of them ran it by themselves. That didn't surprise me as the hour we were there, only two people came in to pick up orders they had called in. Faith joined in the conversation but tried, with her eyes, to keep me in check lest I embarrass her by saying something about her interest.

The food, as it turned out, was great and as we were finishing, Matthew brought over his partner (and cook), Seamus (or “Shay”). Shay could have been his brother. A little lighter complexioned, but the same build and colorful tattooed sleeves. They were funny and apologized for the weather as if they had brought the storms. They also were sympathetic about the cottage we were renting. “Did they leave you a bucket?” Shay asked. Turns out these cottages were notorious for leaky roofs and power outages.

We were hardly on the porch of our cottage when Faith was grabbing me through my pants. She dragged me to the little iron bed and we succeeded in dancing it across the wood floor while I whispered the fantasies I knew she wanted to hear.

( . )( . )

Surprise! The next night, Faith wanted to eat at the harbor again. I agreed, but only if she promised to show off more of her cleavage. She blushed and resisted, but in the end wore a blouse that framed her massive tits exquisitely. I noticed, but didn't say anything, that she wore more makeup than usual and spent a lot of time with her hair. She made me hold the umbrella carefully as we were going out to our car.

I'm sure she was disappointed to see three cars in the parking lot. As soon as we walked in, it was a different scene entirely from the night before. Matt was clearly happy to see us, but he had three tables of regulars and only the little table by the kitchen door was available. I suggested to Faith that we sit at the bar. In part because we both hate sitting by a busy swinging door, but mostly because I knew the bar would put her cleavage on display. She was reluctant–for exactly that reason–but had little choice. 

For the first hour, Matt was a busy dude. The other diners were mostly locals and he was chatting and serving at a pretty good clip. But almost at once, the locals cleared out and he was soon behind the bar and Faith had his undivided attention. He was clever enough not to stare...but no one was fooled as he took every chance to wipe the bar or straighten the napkins in order to steal a glance at her tits spilling over the bar. Shay, when he came out (face slick with sweat) was less suave. His eyes widened when he saw Faith's cleavage and he stammered mid-sentence with whatever question he had come out to ask.

We had been drinking at the bar for almost two hours. While I had had a meal with my three or four beers, Faith had had only a salad...and at least as many glasses of white wine. She had grown bolder.

We were talking about the cottage. We had come into the kitchen that morning to find a puddle of water. Another leak in the screen porch had soaked the wicker sofa out there. “Don't get me wrong,” Faith was saying with glassy eyes. “I don't mind being wet, just not from cold rain water.” She quickly realized what she had said and I could see her blush and suddenly shut her mouth. Matt pretended not to take the hint and said something about the lousy, lazy owner of the cottages. But Shay took the barstool next to hers and interrupted. “The least we can do for our new, wet, friends is give them a round on the house, Matt.”

I half-thought Faith would go for it, but the embarrassment had kicked in and she announced she needed to use the bathroom first, and we should probably go home and let them close up. We all watched her as she walked over to the tiny bathroom. When the door closed, Matt and Shay looked at me. “How about a shot?” Matt asked.

He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and poured three. We threw them down and clicked our shot glasses on the bar. It was obvious we were on the same wavelength. “Give us an hour,” I said, pushing my arms into the sleeves of my rain jacket. “Try to be quiet when you come in.”

They grinned and nodded, then hurriedly tried to rearrange their faces as they heard Faith fumbling with the door for the bathroom. 

I was holding the umbrella in one hand and her jacket in the other when she returned to the bar. “Thanks for all the attention, boys,” she smiled, slipping into her jacket. “You really know how to make a girl feel welcome.”

As we made our way to the door, she looked over her shoulder at them. I couldn’t see her face, but I could see theirs. Grins spread across their faces like oil slicks.

( . )( . )

Back at the cottage, we hurried into the house from the rain and were almost immediately at each other. I say almost because the power was out and we had to search the drawers for a couple of dusty candles. Faith is turned on by rain and the storm had turned from a windy gale into a steady rain. As soon as the candle were lit, I pinned her to the wall and leaned down for a deep kiss. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes, Faith pushed me away and took a candle into the bedroom and rummaged through her luggage to find the sexy body-stocking she had bought for the weekend. 

I took advantage of her absence to pick up the place a bit and push the large plush ottoman into the middle of the small living room. The tie I had worn on the drive up was still on the arm of the couch. I laid it carefully across the ottoman.

Faith returned from the bedroom in her black lace body-stocking. She had put on her sexiest pair of black boots. She smiled and thrust her chin toward the ottoman. “I’ll bet you want me to get on that.”

“If you’re game,” I answered and snatched the tie as she climbed onto the soft platform. 

“Are you going to blindfold me, too?” She sounded thrilled.

Faith sat back on her haunches as I walked around her and slowly knotted the tie around her head, then draped the ends down her back. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms and bent over shoulder. She leaned back, and we enjoyed a long, deep kiss while my hands began to roam her breasts.

Through the open door to the screen porch, we could hear the rain falling on the roof and sidewalk (and a steady drip into the buckets we had positioned in the kitchen and screen porch). I stood and moved quietly around Faith without touching her. When I was standing in front of her, I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them, kicking them to the corner of the room. She smiled and leaned forward on all fours, mouth ajar. 

Before long, I had my hands on her head and was guiding her face up and down my shaft. From where I was standing, I saw the sweep of headlights swing in behind the cottage. I tensed for a second, afraid she had seen the light on the walls through her blindfold. She didn’t slow her pace. I listened intently for a car door. I didn't hear one and began to think maybe they were losing their nerve. Faith took my cock out of her mouth and gave a long slow lick from the base of my balls to the tip, then swallowed it all again. 

Over her shoulder, I thought I could see a figure approaching the window. Shay’s face came near the screen and I gestured for them to come around to the screen porch. Faith sensed my attention drifting and raised her head. I spoke loudly–as much for them to hear as to cover any noise they might make. “Those guys couldn't take their eyes off of you tonight. They wanted to bury their faces in your tits.” She moaned and picked up speed.

Shay faded back into the darkness. 

“And you wanted both of them, didn't you?” I continued. She moaned again and slurped loudly. I was thrusting into her mouth even as I craned my neck to see if they were coming in through the screen porch.

In just a few seconds, the door spring creaked and Matt stepped carefully into the porch followed by Shay. Faith straightened immediately and pulled away from my cock, tilting her head to hear better. 

I motioned for them to be quiet, and they both nodded. I put my hand on her head and gently pulled her face back to my cock. “It’s just the wind,” I offered, though I knew she wouldn’t buy it.

Her mouth twitched in a smile. “Keep talking,” she gulped for air. “Tell me what you want them to do to me.” She plunged her mouth onto my cock again. 

Behind me, Matt and Shay stripped as quietly and quickly as they could. It wasn’t very quiet. I could feel Faith quivering with excitement as she noisily took my cock into her throat.

“If they were here,” I said more loudly than before. “I would want them to stand on either side of you and take turns kissing you while they both played with your tits.” She moaned and I knew she had slipped her fingers into her pussy. “Then I would want them to take turns eating your pussy. You’d like that, right?” She moaned again. “Which one would get to eat your pussy first?” I asked her, a little louder.

Her head stopped for a moment and I tensed thinking she had just heard one of their shoes dropping on the porch floor. “Matt,” she said, her voice as loud as mine, and went down on me again. 

“And what about Shay?” I asked.

She lifted her head again. “I'd have to suck his cock while he waited his turn,” she slurped my cock loudly into her mouth.

Almost silently, first Matt and then Shay were beside us. Each was naked and rain was dripping from their beards and hair onto their hairy chests. Their eyes were plastered to Faith’s black-laced curves as she rocked back and forth on the ottoman, swallowing my cock. I nodded to them and they both reached out—Shay running his fingers over her ass, Matt caressing her shoulder and down her back. Faith never stopped slurping on my cock, but she groaned and arched her big beautiful butt in the air. 

Still not taking her mouth from my cock, she reached both hands out blindly, fingers grabbing at the air. Matt and Shay quickly repositioned themselves to put their semi-hard cocks in her hands. Finally, she straightened up–a long trail of saliva clinging to the tip of my cock before it snapped and made a glistening trail between her big swinging tits. She pulled them by their cocks until they were closer. “I take it you guys heard the script?” she asked, tilting her head up. 

On cue, both of them reached out and took one of her tits in her hand. I stepped back a pace to take the whole scene in. Matt bent down and she opened her mouth to kiss him; her hand was milking his cock. They kissed deeply for several seconds and I could hear Faith groan as she felt their hands on her tits. Shay rolled her big nipple between his thumb and fingers even as he leaned back to get a view of her ass. When she broke the kiss with Matt, she turned her head toward Shay and tugged his cock to pull his face down to her level. She kissed him even more deeply and continued to pull on their hard cocks.

When she finished her kiss with Shay, Matt pulled slightly away. “I believe I heard you say I get to be first to eat you?”

Faith smiled and released his cock from her hand, even as she pulled Shay around in front of her. She said nothing, but braced herself with one hand on the ottoman and wiggled her butt in the air. Matt moved around behind her and put both hands on her ass as he got to his knees. She pulled Shay’s cock to her face and lifted it so she could drag the tip of her tongue from the base of his balls all the way up the shaft and around the head. As she felt Matt’s hot breath on her ass, she slowly took Shay into her mouth and cupped his big balls in her hand.

I could see her jump a little when Matt lightly touched her pussy with the tip of his tongue, then she wiggled her butt back into his face. Only his eyes were visible above her ass and we made eye contact briefly as he began to lap at her. His eyes told me he was in heaven.

Faith moaned around her mouthful of Shay’s cock and she began to slowly rock back and forth between them. I stepped forward and ran my fingers down her back to the top of her butt cheeks. When she felt my hand, Faith released her grip on Shay’s balls and reached out to grasp my shaft. She slowly pumped it in her hand to the same rhythm she was rocking her body.

All three of them were getting more excited. Matt had a finger or two in her pussy and was rimming eagerly, while Shay had her head in both of his paws and was beginning to thrust into her mouth. Faith groaned loudly and gripped my cock furiously. From the sudden sloshy sounds around Matt’s hands, I could tell she was squirting over his hand and down his arm. Matt pulled his face away as he worked his fingers faster, then quickly pulled his hand out and plastered his mouth against her spasming pussy. We could hear him slurping and when he straightened, his face and beard, even his throat and chest, glistened with her juices.

“Wow!” was all he could say. Faith pulled her head up from Shay’s cock, gulping for air, and turned her blindfolded face up to Shay’s. 

“Your turn,” she panted. 

As Matt stood, she pulled me by the cock to her mouth and sucked me in again. Shay took Matt’s place and buried his face in her ass. I pointed to a towel on a nearby chair and Matt walked over to wipe his face and chest. He looked dazed. And his cock stood out straight from his body. 

Since he was a guest, I offered him my spot when he approached the ottoman again. Shay’s face was already soaked and he was furiously lapping at her pussy and ass. When I pulled out from Faith’s mouth, she let it hang open until Matt could plunge his fat cock into her mouth. As soon as she felt how big it was, she moaned loudly again and I could hear by the gurgling behind her that she was squirting again, this time into Shay’s eager mouth.

I wanted to see the whole scene in profile, so I moved over and sat in the low armchair across from the couch. It was amazing to see Faith’s large breasts swinging beneath her as she rocked back and forth between the two men. Her cheeks were flushed and she was bobbing furiously on Matt’s cock even as she rhythmically ground her ass against Shay’s face.

The two friends swapped positions once more before Faith signaled that she needed to change positions. She swung around and sat on the ottoman, facing me, as she reached up and unfasten the tie from around her eyes. I was the first thing she saw and she smiled that beautiful smile.

“Having fun?” I asked. She reached out and put her hands on the two cocks to either side of her, pulling Shay back to her mouth while maintaining eye-contact.

“Mmhmm” she answered.

For the next several minutes, we rarely broke eye-contact as she alternated between licking and devouring the two cocks in her hands. Their hands roamed her tits and brushed her hair and shoulders. I leaned back and very lightly stroked my cock while I enjoyed the show–afraid that too much pressure would make me spurt across the room. She kept me locked in place with her eyes. Between her legs, I could see that her thighs were soaked and a wet spot was slowly forming on the edge of the ottoman.

Finally, Faith released them and looked up at Matt and Shay. She had been blindfolded for most of the night, but I could see by the expression on her face that she was ready to take control. “Do you think you could do us a favor?” she asked. 

“Of course,” Matt answered. 

“Good. I’m thirsty so one of you needs to fix drinks for all of us.” She motioned to the kitchen and patted Matt on the butt cheek to send him on his way. “And you, you big strong man,” she lifted the tip of Shay’s cock to her mouth and gave it a rapid flick with her tongue while she batted her eyelashes at him. “I want you to go get the mattress from the bed and carry it in here.” 

Without a word, they went to the tasks they had been given. Faith got up and walked over to me. I stood and took her into my arms while our tongues darted over each other’s tongues and lips. Her hands reached behind me and grabbed my ass…she squeezed to signal the end of the kiss. “Any orders for me?” I asked. Our noses were touching.

“Go get the ‘bag’,” she purred, then lunged a little and caught my lower lip lightly in her teeth. Her eyes were mischievous. She released me from her bite. “And some pillows for your head.”

Just like the others, I did as I was told. 

Matt brought in four glasses of water and set them on the coffee table, then shifted it and the ottoman out of the way. Shay carried on the full-sized mattress and put in the cleared spot on the floor. Faith tossed the pillows I had brought onto one end of the mattress. 

We paused for a few minutes to hydrate, then Faith picked up my necktie from the floor and handed it to Matt. “Would you please blindfold my husband?” She asked. Matt immediately took the tie and walked behind me. His cock was still at attention and I could feel it brush against the back of my thigh as he carefully tied the blindfold on.

“Great,” Faith said. “Help him onto the mattress.” I didn’t need help, but I could feel Matt and Shay nearby in case I stumbled. I lay my head back onto the pillows and could hear Faith rummaging in our bag of sex goodies. “Put this on,” she said to one of them. 

Then Faith was straddling me. She shook her tits so they slapped my face. “You like watching,” she growled at me. “But tonight you don’t get to see any more.” I could feel the heat of her pussy near my cock and instinctively arched my hips to enter her. But she pulled away. “Tut tut,” she scolded. “Not yet.” 

I could feel one of them step onto the mattress near my feet and get to his knees. He straddled my knees and I could feel Faith press herself backward as he slid into her from behind. “Oh god yes!” she exclaimed. She kissed me as they began to fuck. Her tits dragged across my chest, a heavy pair of balls dragged over mine as he used long strokes to fuck her. Faith began to grunt into my mouth as he began to pick up speed. “Oh this feels so good,” she moaned into my ear.

Then the other guy stepped onto the mattress near my head. His knees came down on either side of my head and as Faith lifted her head to take him into her mouth just inches above my face. 

Whoever was behind her began to pick up the pace. Faith was moaning loudly and making sloppy sounds with her mouth as she devoured the cock above my face. Her body was rocking violently back and forth and her tits continued to drag across my chest. Whoever was fucking her was jackhammering her now. I could hear him slamming against her round butt-cheeks. Even as he (by his voice, I knew it was Matt), said he was going to cum, I imagined I could feel his balls draw up from mine. Then he was slamming her furiously. 

Faith was gasping loudly and thrusting her ass backward onto him, and I could feel her arm as she furiously pumped the cock in her mouth. When Matt was spent, he pulled out and Faith scrambled up onto my cock. With her free hand, she pulled the blindfold up to my forehead so forcefully that her thumbnail scratched the bridge of my nose. 

She began to crash her soaking pussy onto my cock and pulled away from the cock in her hand to look up at Shay. “In my mouth! In my mouth!” Then she swallowed his cock again. Within a few seconds, he let out a groan and I could see his balls twitching and her throat working. Faith continued to grind forcefully on my cock. Then she pulled Shay’s red cock from her mouth and plunged her tongue into my mouth. 

I could feel and taste the silky, salty cum on her tongue as she thrust it into my mouth and immediately I began to pump my own load into her. 

Only when she sensed I was spent did she pull her face away from mine. She continued to grind her hips on mine as she sat up and smiled around the room.

“The service around here is pretty good,” she laughed. “But you’re all going to work a little longer if you expect a tip.”