American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 10: The Cabin
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10: The Cabin - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
Marjorie was funny as she explained the two reasons for Jerry’s presence with us. I laughed at Carrie’s reaction, when Marjorie suggested that she fuck him.
“But I love Jim,” Carrie worried immediately.
“You don’t have to not love Jim to enjoy Jerry, just the same way Jim loves you yet can also make love with me. You could even have the two of them at the same time. Jim is aware...”
I came more into the room from the small kitchen, “Yes, Marjorie and I talked about Jerry and you hooking-up.”
“You mean fucking?” Carrie grinned at me. I think the idea was rapidly growing on her. She was reacting as though a door suddenly opened in front of her and there were all sorts of possibilities beyond. The sex monster was growing.
“Yes. You’ve only ever known me as a lover ... and Marjorie. We’ve teased and fantasized about another male, and now here’s the opportunity on your doorstep. We both support what might happen. I still love you; in fact, it’s because I love you that I’m supportive of these options.” I added, “I just want you to come back to me.”
“Oh, dear. What if ... I mean I didn’t think about him that way?”
Marjorie jumped in, “Does the prospect even interest you?”
Carrie looked at me, and nodded. “Yes, I guess it does, but not if it damages my relationship with either of you.”
I explained about my kinky cuckold or stag-vixen fantasy involving her and another man.
Marjorie explained about also wanting to get Jerry to fuck her many times ‘for old times’ sake’. She mentioned that I was also supportive of that happening a lot.
She also talked about the fun time we could have for our remaining days at the cabin fucking the daylights out of each other. I have to admit that the dirty talk turned me on and made me forget a few of the misgivings I had about the situation. Horniness will triumph over reason every time.
As Marjorie talked, Carrie’s initial shock at the idea wore off and she got an increasingly lecherous smile on her face.
Finally, Carrie said, “Alright, you two, I’m in. Does he just walk up to me and we start fucking or what?”
Marjorie said, “I can prompt him, or you could do a little seduction.”
“How would I do that?” The empty statement by Carrie alerted me to a large hole in her street smarts and education; she had no idea how to get started in a seduction.
Marjorie grinned, “Wait here.” She disappeared into the master bedroom and came out a moment later with two very small pieces of cloth in one hand. “You put this on and walk down and join Jerry. Just be natural, and the rest of what needs to happen will take care of itself.”
She passed a near microscopic bikini to Carrie.
Carrie held up the two small strings called a bikini. The whole ensemble couldn’t have contained more than a few square inches of cloth.
Carrie said, “Okay, but what should I say to him? I’ve never seduced anybody. I don’t know where to even start. Jim and I are always ready, so it’s never an issue.” She looked at me for help, but I’d never seduced a guy either.
Marjorie shook her head. “Darling, while you’re getting dressed ... or undressed I should say ... come with me, and I’ll instruct you in the fine art of getting a man into your pussy, not that it’s very hard, I should say.” She took Carrie’s hand and led her towards the main bedroom.
I rolled my eyes at the obvious ways of women. My humorous attitude aside, I was more than a little worried about my relationship with Carrie. I’d truly fallen in love with her, and yet only a short time had passed – about four weeks or so. If we could change our emotions in such a short time period, why couldn’t she ditch me and latch onto Jerry or some other ‘bloke’ – as she was always calling other people.
To make matters worse, Jerry rated as ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ in my book, not that I was attracted to him, but that was the impression I had when I first met him. I wouldn’t have expected any less of Marjorie, and she didn’t disappoint in this case. It wasn’t that the situation left me ‘short, fat, and ugly,’ it’s just that I was ‘normal.’ I guess I’d learn a lot about Carrie, Marjorie, and myself over the next few days.
Marjorie returned to the living room with the scantily clad Carrie. Her skin was pale and nearly white, having obviously missed out on seeing the sun. The bathing suit fundamentally covered her nipples, leaving a generous hint of each areola, and covered her pussy. I guessed that some pubic hair had been quickly shaved away only a moment or two earlier to make the suit wearable. Carrie’s buttocks were totally exposed. I loved the suit. I felt a stirring in my loins.
Marjorie had a brief talk with Carrie and me about trust and believing that things would work out for the best and in our favor. Carrie was more than committed to our relationship, yet she was new to the sex game and still wanted to experiment and try everything. She reminded us that she was a slag and nymphomaniac, at least for the time being.
Marjorie emphasized not getting jealous in her short talk, recalling to us about the concept of compersion – finding joy and happiness in what your partner is doing, even when it’s with another person. I had to admit the concept sounded much better than the alternative.
On that note, Carrie picked up a towel, took a big breath of air, and walked out the door to saunter down to the lakeshore where Jerry sat facing the lake in the lotus position meditating.
Marjorie and I stood inside the cabin and watched the action out the window. When Carrie got near, Jerry unfurled his legs and stood. He was more than a head taller than my pixie-like girlfriend. We could see them talk, but not hear. Carrie put both hands behind her back, and sort of thrust her chest up at Jerry in a shy, girl-next-door act.
The next I knew the two of them sat back down on the ground. Jerry seemed to be instructing Carrie in how to get into the lotus position. I then watched as the pair adopted the rest of the meditative posture with hands upward on knees, head up, and shoulders back. We could see Jerry coaching Carrie, or even leading her through a structured meditation.
Marjorie whispered, “In that position, he’s just about staring at her bare pussy. That bathing suit doesn’t hide much.”
Jerry and Carrie remained like that for about fifteen minutes, obviously each getting into their own meditative zone. Marjorie took advantage of the down time to flow into my arms and divert my attention with a series of hot kisses that involved a lot of tongue action. I’d temporarily forgotten how nice it was to make out with her in my concern about Carrie. I figured we’d be doing a lot more of this in our new relationship. I wanted Carrie to have a good time, to enjoy the physical side of life, but I also wanted her to come home to me.
Eventually, Marjorie and I came up for air. We stood from the sofa, and checked the pair down by the lake. Apparently, they’d just finished their meditation, because Jerry was helping Carrie stand. They talked and then waded into the lake, moving deeper and deeper.
Finally, Jerry took a dive forward and Carrie followed him. They swam a hundred feet, but then Carrie turned around and came back to the end of the short wooden dock that extended about thirty feet into the lake.
We watched her stand up and then remove the bra to her bikini and toss it up on the dock. After that, she turned; stood and stretched to be sure Jerry saw her half-nude body and her tits with droplets of water trickling from them, and then dove back into the water to join him.
They swam about two hundred yards offshore, treaded water about ten feet apart, and then did a lazy swim back towards the shore.